Six elite goblins quickly sat in a circle around the iron pot, leaving a relatively free seat.

Obviously it was for it to sit.

Galak Long sat down unswervingly and looked at the restrained goblin around him, and nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that the majesty mentioned by the sacrificial master also emerged in it.

Just when he was trying to say something.

Suddenly, I felt extremely hot on my head, and the few hairs on my head seemed to be curled up due to the heat.

“What’s the situation.”

Galak Long found something wrong. Just as he was about to look up, he saw a ball of golden red ball that hit its face accurately.

Galak Long's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly stretched out his hands wrapped in arm guards to cross the block, but he didn't expect that the next second, his hands, face, and any naked skin would be exposed to the unbearable severe pain.

The pain of burning, is this flame? The flame of liquid?

Before Galak Long could figure out what the flame of liquid was, a dark shadow fell from the sky.

He stepped on its head with one foot, and its consciousness suddenly turned black and he lost consciousness.

The last scene in its mind was that its entire body collapsed to the ground, and then, with an extremely low field of vision, listened to the thunderous roar in its ears.

"I am the favored man of Aio! The great true dragon in the future - Gorton! Submit! Death! Choose one!"

A black young dragon falling from the sky stepped on the head of Galak Long, the strongest warrior in the Goblin's heart, was corroded into bones by magma.
Chapter completed!