"My friends have been attacked, their lives or deaths unknown."
At this moment, the Dark Great Mage, who was sealed, Diao, actually hoped Lind could understand his current anger.
"We can't stay here for too long either." Lind looked towards the direction of the high tower.
Even though he knew it was impossible, the Undead still showed a smile, feeling that the ones before him were not just codes but living, breathing people, the heartfelt reliability filling him with energy.
"Roar!!"
A loud roar pierced the sky.
Lind looked up into the distance, a Flying Dragon the size of a warhorse spread its wings and soared, with an Undead strapped to its back.
The unique recklessness of the Undead.
Seeing a Flying Dragon, they immediately wanted to capture it and train it as a mount, in the past, they didn't have such strength but now they could obtain whatever they wanted through violence, their actions were so intense that their frenzied figures could be seen across half the sky.
