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Rich Chapter 79 Malachite Mask

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    The other party's body has not yet fully revealed itself in the sunlight, but a smell of corruption has already wafted out from the crack in the door.  It seems that this ancient Nord tomb has not escaped the clutches of the Corrupt Lady. Iola must have come here before to sow Namira's corruption.  Nowadays, it is probably not easy for the residents to drag their weak bodies out of the door.  I stared at the figure of the man attentively until he lost the cover of darkness and was exposed to the broad daylight.  Skinny feet suspended in the sky, dark gold dragon scale light armor, ancient coral robes, and a yellow-green malachite mask Close observation allowed me to immediately see clearly all the features on his body.  , the Iron Masked Mage who died with Red Eagle not long ago had exactly the same style as him.  In addition, there were scattered patches of mold growing on his body exposed to the air, but it did not seem to be suffering from erosion that would endanger its survival.  ??What kind of identity does this kind of dressing mean?  I have never come into contact with them, but what is certain is that the guy wearing the malachite mask in front of him is a dragon worshiper. The purpose of coming here after being awakened by the dragon's roar must be to find food for the giant dragon.  Return to the venue.  In other words, the relationship between this guy and me should be hostile.  When encountering an enemy, generally speaking, my strategy is "fight if necessary, run if you can't defeat", but the current situation does not allow me to simply think about it.  First of all, I can be sure that I will obviously not be his opponent. What I saw when I participated in the battle at the Mednach stronghold last time has already shown this. I can't compete with a guy wearing a mask of this style.  As for escaping, it's not realistic. This guy is floating off the ground and coming and going like the wind. No matter how fast my legs run, I can't keep up with others flying to catch up.  Could it be that you want me to put on the iron mask I captured last time and pretend to be one of my own?  Well, he wouldn't think that I killed his brother and then put on a mask to show off in front of him When the masked man turned his gaze to the pile of dead bones on the ground, I could feel his emotions fluctuating violently.  At least the guy was angry.  I have to take countermeasures before it attacks me.  I looked around and tried to find the lost Red Eagle Sword, but in the end I only saw a few scattered metal fragments on the ground. The self-destruction just now completely destroyed the Red Eagle Sword, and I could no longer get any help from it.  The Dwemer Centurion did not suffer enough damage. Theoretically, I could continue to fly it to fight, but the masked man had begun to look at me fiercely. I was afraid that I had no chance to return to the cockpit.  "Yol! Toor! shullllll!" The roar was brewed in the burning chest, turning into turbulent lava and blurting out, pouring violently in the direction of the masked man like a stormy wave.  The dragon soul I just obtained was used by me to evolve the Flame Breathing Dragon Roar to its complete form, and it came in handy very quickly.  What surprises me is that the soul of the ice dragon can actually be used to strengthen the roar of the fire attribute. This is probably because the ice dragon is born with this dragon roar, but it is difficult to use it well because it conflicts with its own attributes.  After spending too much energy, I gasped for air and sat tiredly on the ground waiting for the fireworks to dissipate. However, what surprised and panicked me was that the enemy actually walked out of the curtain of flames unscathed!  How is that possible?  Everyone knows that flames can cause great damage to the flammable body of a mummy. Even the Iron Masked Mage whom he met on the battlefield that day was not immune, but the enemy in front of him did not care at all about the fire that reached the sky.  He walked toward me without saying a word, his malachite mask shining brightly under the fire, and the dragon-headed staff in his hand also emitted brilliant lightning, and a huge thundercloud was about to take shape above my head.  It¡¯s too late to think of other ideas!  I immediately put my right hand through the gap in my clothes, trying to take out my trump card from my chest - the bloody rose of the cane given to me by Sangjian.  The moment the bloody rose was pulled out by my own hands, a strange and bizarre scene appeared in front of me.  Countless blood-red crows emerged from the thunderclouds, tearing the dark clouds into a pile of fragments, holding them in their mouths and flying around. The masked man's offensive was easily disintegrated.  And my appearance has also become completely new due to the appearance of bloody roses. A top hat suddenly appears on my head, and a red tie is inexplicably hung around my neck. Now I have changed from a combatant to a supporter.  Gentleman in red tuxedo with walking stick.  However, these are only incidental effects. It seems that they will appear as long as I personally extract the bloody rose. They are not prepared for battle, but have other uses.  Now is not the time to think about the role of this sexy outfit. The focus should be on the strange uninvited guest who appeared in front of me.  "I smell the scent of weakness"   The visitor took off the long sword from his back and pointed it in the direction of the masked man, and read his opening remarks in a contemptuous tone.  (To be continued)
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