A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees Chapter 637 – Are We Still Fighting?

Chapter 637: Are We Still Fighting?

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The Black Dragon had gained power far beyond its peers by following the Dragon God’s wishes.

But he was also very clear.

The Seven Saint Alliance was the true master of this land.

He had to know his limits.

Thinking of this.

The black dragon calculated in his heart,

” I can destroy Rolling Stone Town, but it’s best to keep that necromancer alive. That way, I’ll give the Seven Saint Alliance some face. Even if Soria falls out with Baruch again, she won’t be able to do anything to me.”

With this thought in mind.

The Black Dragon brought his four underlings and flew towards the south aggressively!

At this time.

The five dragons flew low in the sky.

The airflow above the hill shook violently.

The sharp whistling sound was endless.

However, as they flew.

A tiny figure suddenly appeared in their line of sight.

The figure was standing on a high slope below.

He was alone.

Her pure white robe fluttered in the wind.

For some reason.

The five dragons lowered their altitude at the same time.

They landed in front of the slope.

The black dragon looked at the lonely figure strangely.

There seemed to be an inexplicable temperament that attracted him.

The four young dragons from the Secondary Planes were also sizing up the humans on the mountaintop with different attitudes. “This person has a seductive aura.” the red dragon said.

“Is he a male succubus?”

The green dragon asked in confusion.

“His meat must be delicious.” The White Dragon drooled.

In the end.

Only the Blue Dragon stepped forward and asked solemnly,

“Who are you?”

That person looked at Blue Dragon with a wooden expression. His eyes began to tear up.

“I am a bard.”

Blue Dragon was puzzled.

“Bard, why are you crying?

The man walked down the hill with light footsteps and walked leisurely to the path between the five dragons.

His voice was carried into the ears of the five dragons by the mountain wind.

“I’m a mortal.

“I’m sad for the passing of time.

“I grieve for the loss of youth.

“I sigh that all things in the world have turned to dust; “I pity that peerless beauty, but also obliterated the smoke and dust;

“I lament the majesty of the gods, like yesterday’s dusk; “I grieve that your fate is but written into the dust.”

The five dragons were confused.

However, other than the White Dragon, the other dragons all had thoughtful expressions.

“What did he say?

“Are you scolding us? “Why don’t I understand?”

White Dragon asked loudly.

However, the weeping bard walked north without a care.

His footsteps were very fast.

He stepped into the clouds.

He landed on the top of the mountain again.

His voice came slowly,

“Son of Brook, listen to me.

“The fate of the Dragon tribe has long been foretold in the vast history…”

A moment later.

A beautiful flute sound rang out.

The four dragons were immersed in the flute music.

They followed the poet’s footsteps and headed north.

Only the White Dragon stood there foolishly.

He shouted at the backs of the other dragons in a daze,

“Then, are we still going to fight?”

As soon as he finished speaking.

An intense pain suddenly came from his head.

White Dragon turned around.

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However, he realized that a savage-like fellow had jumped onto his back and was frantically punching his head with his fists.

“Hey, you little bug!”

The White Dragon was furious and wanted to fight back.

But in the next second.

He saw many figures charging at him from all directions like mad dogs!