Chapter 1050
Boom!
Luke turned into a streak of blood light and rushed straight towards the blood dragon swooping down from the air.
The violent magic power was mobilized all around, and because it was not only Luke, but also Wellington's blessing was gathered, it was no longer just fire magic at this time.
Magical powers of various attributes began to converge and complement each other.
A colorful tail flame formed behind Luke.
This caused various spells to be prepared on the ground, and Wellington, whose face looked very pale, could not help but be a little dazed.
With my blessing, by mobilizing all attribute magic for the first time, can I avoid the conflict between magic?
This guy is really strong.
Maybe, there really is a chance today!
Thinking of this, Wellington gritted his teeth again, stretched out the dagger and stabbed it into his shoulder. A large amount of blood gushed out, and then a three-dimensional complex spell pattern was outlined in the air .
The more he outlined, the more plasma he consumed, and his face became paler and paler.
Hope, can bear...
A bottle of red potion appeared next to his lips, and he drank it all in one gulp. Then the spell was completed.
At this time, Luke in the sky had already started fighting with the blood dragon.
Luke, who was using magic amplification to conduct air combat for the first time, did not seem to be unfamiliar with it at all.
Although he was trapped by the blood dragon, he still tried his best to fight against it.
The colorful magic power was fighting against the polluted aura of the blood dragon. Although it was obviously at a disadvantage, it seemed unusually tenacious.
At this moment, the magic was completed. A conical blood spike turned into a stream of light at lightning speed and sank into the blood dragon's body in an instant.
The blood dragon, which had been only angry and roaring during the fight with Luke, immediately roared in pain after being stabbed by the blood thorn.
It looks extremely miserable.
And its whole body stiffened briefly.
Luke, who had been keeping his spirits high to deal with the attacks, did not waste this opportunity at all. He roared and inserted the sword in his hand into the blood dragon's brain, and then stirred it.
However, the blood dragon, whose forehead was almost chopped off by the giant sword, seemed to have suffered no damage at all after it recovered, and its dragon tail swung directly towards Luke.
Even though he blocked it with his giant sword in the end, he was still blown away like a cannonball.
Wellington's face changed when he saw this.
He felt that the power of his magic just now was completely swallowed up by the blood dragon? !
How is that possible!
"Haha, it's really fun to use the warlock's bloody methods to deal with my pet."
However, at this moment, a cold voice was heard, and then an elf with oil-painted facial patterns on his face walked out from the darkness. Looking at Wellington with a broken hand and bleeding, his face was full of sarcasm.
As soon as this person came out, Wellington's face changed drastically.
Damn it!
Is that the legendary druid? !
Isn't he going after His Highness Ross?
"Originally, I wanted to hunt down the guy who offended me, but I found an interesting little thing like you and came to take a look."
The oil paint elf looked at Wellington in front of him and grinned.
With the oil paint on his face and the cracked corners of his mouth that reached the back of his head, he looked like a clown in a horror movie.
It should be an honor to be stared at by a legend, but now that he was being stared at by a polluted legendary druid, Wellington felt a deep chill.
He knew that his ancestor, as the first legendary sorcerer, had touched upon the realm above.
Going to the abyss to take a gamble before the end of life is over is to use the pressure of the abyss to make a breakthrough!
Therefore, it is very likely that the research direction of my ancestors was also the abyss and flesh and blood.
From the time when the blood dragon devoured the spell he had worked so hard to prepare, he vaguely understood that although the methods of use were different, they seemed to be magical powers from the same source!
The difference is that the ancestors used the warlock's ability to complete the blood implantation and control this flesh and blood magic.
The person in front of me must have become a legend by completely compromising with flesh and blood...
Wellington had just thought of this when the other party's next sentence almost made him lose his composure.
"Do you want to become a legend? I think you have the potential. In fact, I was almost the same as you before..."
Wellington is a typical "legendary hopeless" and he knows his own business.
He has risen from a branch to become a direct descendant, and has also provided protection for his own lineage. In fact, he is already very satisfied, so he acts rather indifferent.
Anyone who has a chance to become a legend must be as driven as Luke!
But now, a fallen legendary druid came to see him specially, saying that there was a chance for him to become a legend, and cited his own example.
If this had happened in the past, Wellington would probably have lost control of himself on the spot and would most likely have agreed!
Even if it is full of side effects, even if it is full of thorns, he doesn't care!
This is a legend!
But unfortunately...
I am already the Lord’s person…
Wellington said with a hint of bitterness on his face.
"I believe your words, and I am full of yearning for the legendary path, but unfortunately, my lord will not allow it."
Hearing Wellington's words, the oil painting on the face of the fallen druid seemed to move, turning into a ferocious expression.
"Hmph! Just a bunch of false gods! They are the false gods of a race that dare not even enter the abyss They are restricted by the limitations of their race and cannot even fully absorb faith. They are simply not as great as our Lord! Everything will eventually return to the abyss. This is the predetermined future. Only by surrendering to our Lord can we have a future!"
When the Fallen Druid said this, the expression on his face clearly showed fanaticism.
This also made Wellington feel the difference between this legend and other legends.
It is extremely difficult to condense the legendary will, and it is even the key to igniting divinity.
It can be said that every legend can mix his own will in every move, even the magic power he mobilizes. In the case of a legendary battle, the legends will even feel like they are in control of a forbidden magic.
That is the power of the legendary will.
But the one in front of him, on the contrary, seemed weak-willed and got angry so easily, just like when he was ridiculed by His Highness Ross before.
I even feel that he is not as cunning as an ordinary person.
But it was this weak will that, looking at the polluted and corrupted aura attached to his will, could in turn form a legendary power!
Rather than saying that the fallen druid in front of him is a legend, it is better to say that he is a carrier of power.
And once his weak will is exhausted, he will probably be completely assimilated...
Wellington is also a veteran sorcerer with an absolutely rich reserve of knowledge. Just through some judgments in front of him, he can come to a rough idea in his mind.
Oh
This kind of legend really can't be...
