Magical Strategist

"Why, are you still thinking about Lille?" In the carriage, mother stared at Lina for a long time.

"Yeah!" Lina pouted.

"Don't be sad. When you get to Shengjia, my mother will help you find someone a hundred times better than him, okay?"

Lina stretched her head outside and saw a dozen knights in full armor. Those were the elite warriors sent by Galxis to escort Lina's mother and daughter.

The four carriages had the luxury of carrying three people - Lina, her mother, and the housekeeper. The slaves were left to guard the mansion in Patch Town.

The carriage was bumpy, and it was not known how long it would take to get to Shengjia. Lina felt a little motion sick, and she fell into her mother's arms uncomfortably.

Unexpectedly, an hour after the motorcade drove away, an accident suddenly happened.

Protect the lady!

Protect the lady!

Just listen to the knight's panic shouting from outside the carriage.

Just as Lina was about to poke her head out to see what was going on, the carriage flipped over, and the mother, daughter, and the chief housekeeper were thrown out.

Just see the outside...

A dark place...

They are all snarling undead ghouls!

"Kill!"

There were sounds of fighting and shouts of killing...

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At this time, the real dragon may have lost its way, and now it can only find its way out by feeling.

Faintly, I seemed to hear someone speaking, but it didn't sound like a human language, it was probably Elvish.

The real dragon learned some Elvish language from his mother when he was a child, but he could only understand a rough outline.

The person speaking now was a male. "What the hell, there are so many undead dogs along the way. Huh? Why is there a lone human in front of us?"

Two figures appeared in front of me. A man and a woman, dressed in weird costumes, with pointed ears, blue eyes, and hair that is almost the same color as a real dragon.

The middle-aged man looked at the portrait in his hand and kept comparing it with the real dragon. While looking at his hand, he touched the thick beard on his lips.

"Who are you?" The real dragon couldn't help but become alert. You must know that "No Return to the Forest" does not mean you can go in and out at the same time. Even if you are a local, you have to go together with about ten people at least, but the two people in front of you seem so leisurely.

The man just glanced at the real dragon and didn't take it seriously at all.

The woman next to her looks very young, about the same age as the real dragon. She is extremely beautiful, no less beautiful than Lina.

The real dragon has never seen such a beautiful woman. No, she should be a step above Lina. It is no exaggeration to say that she is the most beautiful woman in the country. She is tall and tall, almost as tall as the real dragon. She has a beautiful face. With an oval face without any flaws, the most eye-catching thing is her light red hair that reaches her waist, which looks a little like Zhenye. Both the hair color and hairstyle are obviously more beautiful and natural than Zhenye's big waves. This beautiful hair alone is enough to make the real dragon fascinated.

"Sure enough, he is Yilu's son. He looks really similar." The mysterious man said, looking at the real dragon with cold eyes.

"How do you know my mother's name?" Zhenlong asked. Only then did he come back to his senses, and he had a big question mark in his mind about the identity of the two people.

"Because we are your mother's friends." The man smiled. I saw that the man was young, about forty, with a square face.

The girl's ice-like eyes glanced at the real dragon, who immediately broke out in cold sweat.

The middle-aged man looked at the girl with a smile and said, "Miss Yue, look, you can't make a mistake this time, right?" As he spoke, his eyes fell on the metal piece tied to the real dragon's wrist. The silver-white metal The pieces are strung with a red string.

Zhenlong found that the man was staring at the bracelet on his hand for a long time, thinking: This is what my mother left for me.

He remembered that his mother had told him many times to protect this piece of metal and never lose it. For Zhenlong, this bracelet would have been thrown away as scrap metal if it hadn't been a relic left by his mother. He didn't think there was anything special about this piece of metal, but it occasionally gave off a faint purple-red light.

The girl nodded slightly but said nothing.

"Yes, exactly the same. We spent a lot of effort to find this thing." The man said with emotion. "Miss Yue, what do you think we should do with this kid?"

"It's up to you." The girl blinked slightly and said coldly.

"Hey, what are you muttering about?" The real dragon said impatiently when the two in front of him regarded themselves as air and had to be reminded of his existence.

The girl raised her eyebrows, and glanced at the real dragon again. For a moment, the real dragon's eyes met, and the real dragon was once again confused by the cold and seductive eyes.

The middle-aged man took out the dagger from his waist without even saying hello, and slowly walked towards Zhen Longguo.

When the real dragon saw that the momentum was not right, what did this uncle mean by showing off without even saying hello? Do you want to take your own life? It's impossible, I don't have any deep grudge against them. "Uncle, your sword accidentally fell out, why don't you take it back." Zhenlong said falsely.

"Yes, because this sword is very hungry and needs to drink some blood." The middle-aged man replied in the same tone.

Suddenly the smell of death is getting closer and closer.

Although he didn't know the identity of the two people, at least he knew that they came with bad intentions. "Uncle, what are you doing? I don't have much money on me. If you want it, I'll give it all to you." As he said that, he put his trembling hands into his trouser pocket and took out the silver coins he asked Piro to blackmail last time, and consciously put them on his back. on the ground.

The middle-aged man didn't take the money on the ground seriously at all, and approached the real dragon step by step.

The real dragon panicked and quickly took a few steps back. "Uncle, if you think it's not enough, I, I can go home and get it. You must not be violent." At this time, the real dragon remembered that there was something valuable on him. , that was the sapphire necklace that Lina gave him before she left, but he did not think wrongly. This was the treasure that Lina left him and he could not give it to others even if he died.

The middle-aged man showed no intention of stopping and continued to approach the real dragon.

The real dragon had no choice but to bite the bullet and pretend that he was not afraid of anything. He took out his staff and pointed it at the middle-aged man and said, "I even gave in and gave you all my pocket money. You, what else do you want?" Don't come over here, or I'll be rude to you." In fact, after saying this, his legs couldn't help but tremble. At this time, he remembered some emergency plans he had learned in school: when encountering an enemy, you should not let yourself be passive and should strike preemptively. Yes, strike first!

The real dragon mustered up his courage, chanted a spell, and a flame rose into the sky. Then he swung his staff and shot it at the middle-aged man like a flaming arrow.

The middle-aged man groaned, and his body was surrounded by black fighting energy. The powerful air flow formed in a spiral shape and spread to all sides. The real dragon's flame technique was extinguished in an instant.

The real dragon's face turned pale. He only knew that human grudge eyes were divided into white, silver, blue, purple, and gold, but this was the first time he saw the middle-aged man's black grudge.

Suddenly, his throat felt hot and he spit out a mouthful of blood. The black fighting spirit shocked his weak body to the point where he could not move. Even moving his fingers seemed extremely difficult. His chest was continuously impacted by the powerful airflow, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

He gritted his teeth and held on for several seconds before falling to the ground. It was obvious that the man in front of him was not on the same level as himself, and his strong fighting spirit alone could kill him.

The middle-aged man continued to exert force, his fighting spirit became stronger, and trees and rocks were shattered to pieces. The real dragon's internal organs felt as if they were being stirred by a knife, and the pain was immense. His eyeballs seemed to be about to burst. This feeling was even more uncomfortable than being roasted by fire.

"Qing, stop!" the girl suddenly said.

After hearing the order, the middle-aged man immediately withdrew his strength, then turned around and said, "Miss Yue, didn't you say that you let me handle it? He is the son of the traitor Yilu, and he must be killed according to the clan rules!"

The girl answered, "Yes, the traitor must be killed but not now."

"Why!" the middle-aged man asked doubtfully.

"Don't rush to kill him yet, try taking off his bracelet." The girl pointed to the metal piece on the real dragon's hand and said.

The middle-aged man nodded, walked up to the real dragon and roughly pulled the chain. what happened? The middle-aged man tried so hard that he couldn't pull off the bracelet. Such an ordinary rope can be broken by a flick of the finger. Why can't it be broken even with the strength of breastfeeding? The middle-aged man observed it for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason.

The real dragon has regained some consciousness. After suffering what happened just now, he no longer has the strength to complain despite being ravaged by this man. He lay on the ground and watched the middle-aged man roughly tugging on the bracelet his mother had left for him. Is it necessary to go to such great lengths with just a bracelet?