Magical Strategist

Gradually, it is getting late and night is approaching.

The real dragon proposed camping in the mountains tonight.

For safety reasons, True Dragon and Parker had to take turns on duty at night, with True Dragon in charge of the first half of the night and Parker in charge of the second half of the night.

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After tying up the horses, setting up the tent, and having dinner, Feiya and Parker went back to their tents to sleep, except for the real dragon who had to stay outside on duty.

I saw the real dragon sitting by the campfire, staring at the broken sapphire necklace in a daze. The flames turned his face red, and the sparks flew into his hair from time to time. He still looked at the necklace stupidly. What he saw was not just a necklace, but the innocent baby face. What he heard was not just the crackling sound of flames, but the girl's voice that was like the sound of nature.

How difficult it was for the true dragon to forget this girl! Thinking of everything he had with Lina, Zhenlong still had a slight smile on his face.

Because the real dragon was so lost in thought, he was completely unaware of the figure that appeared behind him.

Zhenlong felt a sudden weight on his back. After being frightened, he turned around and found a soft towel blanket on his shoulders.

who is it? The real dragon looked behind him and saw Feiya's delicate figure entering the tent.

The autumn night was a bit cold, and the real dragon was injured. Feiya must have sent him a blanket because she was worried that he would catch a cold.

Thank you! The real dragon thought silently in his heart.

The real dragon carefully put the necklace back into the spell bag, then wrapped himself in a towel and blanket, cheered up and started on duty. Their situation is not safe now. Firstly, there are Babidi and others who are chasing them at any time, and secondly, there are powerful Zerg.

Swirl, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish

The real dragon couldn't help but become alert after a strange noise came from the grass not far away.

Swirl, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish

The strange noises kept coming and getting louder and louder.

The real dragon took out the earth-shattering staff and carefully observed the place where the sound was coming from.

"Who? Who's there?" The real dragon said as he approached there.

"Help...save me..." I saw a bald man crawling out of the grass. He was covered in blood and looked like he was about to die.

The real dragon is not in a hurry to find out the identity of this person. It is more important to save him first. He helped the injured man to the campfire and was surprised to find that the flesh on the bald man's chest had been cut open and dark red blood was flowing out. If this kind of injury is not treated in time, he may not be able to survive for an hour before passing away.

After being injured along the way, Zhenlong has become proficient in basic bandaging and healing techniques. He took out the disinfectant and bandages he carried with him from the surgery bag. The real dragon first cleaned the man's wound, then sprinkled the hemostatic powder on the wound, and finally tied it with a few bandages neatly.

The bleeding was quickly stopped and the wound was disinfected and treated. The bald man finally saved his life. He said gratefully: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Zhenlong looked at the bald man carefully and found that he was about the same age as himself, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with rough features, thick eyebrows and big eyes. The real dragon asked again: "Where do you come from? Why are you injured like this?"

The bald man calmed down and replied: "My name is Barak, and I am a scout from the Babidi Mercenary Group. The thing is like this..."

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After listening to Barak's story attentively, the real dragon quickly asked: "Then why did the Zerg capture Yinghuo? Can you tell me?"

Barak was somewhat reluctant. As an investigator, this important information should not be disclosed to outsiders. "this……"

The real dragon saw that Barak had some scruples, and said: "I am a client of your captain Babidi. My name is Lier Zhenlong. It was I who asked Babidi to help me track down the whereabouts of Yinghuo."

Barak smiled and said: "So you are the True Dragon of Lille who fought bravely against the Holy King of the Zerg. Our leader mentioned you. In that case, I might as well tell you that the Zerg actually had another purpose in capturing the female elf: they wanted to Use the fireflies to draw out her powerful backstage."

"Who?"

"Have you heard of the blood elf god Bai Fei? After the Zerg lured Bai Fei, they not only wanted to kill Bai Fei and his gang, but also wanted to get the water from the Sunwell on him. Because the Lich King has reached the end of his life, he can only pass through the sun. The water from the well extended his life," Barak said.

"Is it him?" The real dragon felt an inexplicable fear of this name. It still hurts from the last time I hit him.

"You know him?" Barak expressed surprise. This man named Lille True Dragon is about the same age as him. How could he be related to a person like Bai Fei?

Zhenlong really wanted to tell Bai Fei that he was his cousin, but after thinking about it, he let it go. He would rather not have this kind of "disregarded" cousin. "I don't know him, I just heard rumors about him. By the way, Barak, how did you join the mercenary group at such a young age? Logically speaking, you should be studying in school."

Barak smiled and said: "Just call me "Aguang", because I am bald, hahaha... Yes, at my age, I should study hard in school, and I also want to study, but, Forget it..." Barak lowered his head and touched his patched, rotten pants. He paused and then said, "Our leader is kind to me. Not only does he give me food and shelter, but he also gives me a monthly allowance. The wages were low, so I was determined to follow him. The group leader was the best person to me besides my mother.

There are several black lines hanging from the real dragon's forehead. Is Babidi a good person? It’s so laughable! "Hehe, hehe, that's it... I've heard some negative news about him."

"Oh? Let's talk about it." Babidi was very interested.

Zhenlong said: "It is said that he killed innocent people indiscriminately and did some sneaky things."

After hearing this, Balak laughed and said: "True dragon, you only know one thing but not the other. Our leader did kill many people, but the ones killed were all the scum of the human race. They deserve to die; if you want to say that he stole, Those are all aimed at the rich. In my opinion, all he does is rob the rich, give to the poor, and do justice for heaven. Think about it, now that the war between man and beast has reached a fever pitch, and the war is in chaos, how many people will starve to death on the streets , Even so, there are still many aristocratic families who are well-off, drink well and live a very cool life..."

Hearing what Barak said, Zhenlong felt that he might have misunderstood Babidi. Maybe Babidi mistakenly thought that he was a noble and came to "rob the rich".

Whether he robbed the rich or gave to the poor, no matter what, he should not break his precious necklace. Sooner or later, the debt would have to be settled with him. The real dragon pretended to admire Babidi very much and said: "He is really a great man. But I heard that Babidi was a glorious knight before. Why is he a mercenary now?"

Barak cleared his throat and said: "As far as I know, our Babidi Mercenary Group was a powerful armed force under the Bolan family. At that time, the Bolan family had a deep relationship with another noble family, the Garcia family. During the festival, the Babidi Knights, the most powerful knights of the Bolan family, clashed with Garcia's armed forces many times, with varying degrees of victory and defeat. It was later learned that the two families went to war to compete for the easternmost territory of the Han Dynasty. The management rights of a city. Because of this ridiculous dispute, our leader has lost so many brothers and how many people have died because of it. There is no way. As a knight, you must work hard for the power of the nobility. This is the fate of a knight. But this is not what the leader becomes. The reason for the mercenaries.”