Magical Strategist

Oni San couldn't help but be surprised when he saw such a posture. He thought that Perfect Thunder was a forbidden technique developed by Soul Eater Piro. How could this kid use it? Ghost San is well aware of the terrifying nature of this move. There is no move in human martial arts that can effectively withstand the Perfect Thunder.

In addition, Guisan himself is a water magician and is at a disadvantage against thunder magic. He did not dare to be careless and immediately used sacred armor to enhance his defense.

The real dragon roared angrily, and the thunder ball that made a harsh crackling sound broke away from the cracking ground barrage and attacked Ghost Three.

Boom!

Just heard a loud bang. The ferocious water dragon collided fiercely with the thunder ball. Flying sand and flying rocks.

You must know that the perfect thunder of the real dragon lacks the power and is at best used to scare people. The thunder ball and the water dragon were locked in a stalemate for a few seconds before extinguishing with a loud sound. But the water dragon still maintained its ferocious momentum and rushed towards him.

"Perfect Thunder is nothing more than that. It seems that it has been exaggerated." Guisan curled his lips and said arrogantly.

The water dragon is unstoppable, and the real dragon has no way to deal with it. He can only watch the water dragon break through the crystal wall.

The real dragon decisively closed his eyes, knowing very well that his head would move in a few seconds.

Why talk about becoming a great magician like Pirlo when his own life is at stake? Forget it, let’s realize the awesomeness and boasting of Haikou that we boasted at that time in the next life.

Not reconciled, not convinced.

But what can be done?

Who makes themselves not strong enough?

.........

Suddenly, a chill swept over me.

The real dragon shivered from the cold.

It was bone-chillingly cold!

The cold blood is about to freeze!

Could it be that after being hit by the Dragon of Water, your whole body will become cold? I remember that the last time I was hit, it definitely didn’t feel like this.

The real dragon didn't dare to open his eyes, maybe he had gone to another world. His body became numb and his consciousness gradually disappeared...

No, this feeling...

Could it be...

The real dragon seemed to remember someone and suddenly opened his eyes...

A burly silver-haired man stood in front of the real dragon like a thick wall.

"Who are you?" Zhenlong asked softly.

The man turned his back to the real dragon and did not answer. He just quietly put the sword back into its scabbard.

This sword... seems to have been seen somewhere. It seems that I have learned it in books before... I can't remember what kind of sword Zhenlong it is. In short, it is a sword owned by the world's top experts.

"I advise you not to touch him." From three directions, someone else seemed to be negotiating with him.

Come to save me? And there’s more than one! The real dragon was surprised.

"This is a grudge between humans and has nothing to do with you. Don't forget that there is a contract first. Do you want to tear up the peace contract?" came Guisan's voice.

"Other people's grudges naturally have nothing to do with me, but not him." A cold voice.

"Want to start a war with us humans? Who are you? Do you have the final say whether to start a war or not?" Gui San said arrogantly.

When he heard Gui San's arrogant attitude, the man drew his sword with a swish.

Ghost San panicked and shouted: "What are you doing? I am Garcia Sikori."

"No matter who you are, I say for the last time, take your people and leave here immediately."

Under the strong pressure of the two silver-haired men, Guisan said helplessly: "Send your name, and it will be more comfortable for you when I tell the leader what happened today!"

"Carter!"

Carter? The real dragon's eyes widened. Could it be that he heard wrongly? He wanted to speak loudly, but the cold air froze his vocal cords, and he couldn't do anything.

"You are lucky today, we will see in the future!" Finally, Gui San greeted his subordinates and left reluctantly.

Taking advantage of the situation, Gui San's approach is undoubtedly the best choice. Because he knew very well the consequences of fighting with this man.

"Let's go too." Carter said coldly.

"Since he is your only friend, why don't you have a few words with him? The silver-haired man suggested.

"Need not."

Finally, the silver-haired man chuckled and disappeared without a trace, leaving a feeling of coldness behind.

Are they really the Carter Brothers?

Judging from the sounds, they are indeed somewhat similar.

Only then did the real dragon remember that the sword in the silver-haired man's hand was called Frostmourne, and that the silver-haired man was Arthas, the leader of the twelve generals of the undead god of death.

Half an hour later, the real dragon's body finally regained its mobility. He took a deep breath, thinking that if Carter suddenly appeared, his life would definitely not be saved.

"Thanks, brother." He silently thanked Carter in the direction he left. He mounted the lion again and continued on his way.

Why did Carter suddenly appear in Sanga? And even Alsace is here? Is it possible that another big event is about to happen? The real dragon thought carefully.

Continue to the west, to the great and world-famous Bordeaux College. Although he was humiliated by Ghost San again, he was quickly forgotten.

I believe it won’t be long before he will practice more powerful spells at Bodor Academy and become a powerful magician!

.........

The Nether Lion's speed was astonishing. In just half a day, the real dragon left the city of Sanga and arrived at the banks of the Vinnie River.

Encountering a piranha, meeting Douglas Begonia by chance, and outsmarting the werewolf Tober seemed like just yesterday.

The real dragon slowed down and once again admired the fascinating holy land by the beautiful Winnie River. If possible, I will settle here one day! The real dragon said to himself.

"Why are you here?"

A sweet girl's voice came from behind the real dragon.

The real dragon looked back, wasn't that Begonia?

I saw her riding a maroon horse, wearing a long white dress, her beautiful hair hanging naturally on her shoulders, looking very charming.

"Miss Haitang, what a coincidence." Zhenlong replied with a hint of surprise.

"What, are you going home now?" Haitang shook her ponytail and asked calmly. You must know that the eldest daughter of Douglas is famous for being arrogant, and she usually does not ask other people's opinions.

The real dragon replied proudly: "No, I am going to Bodor College now."

The corners of Haitang's mouth raised slightly, but the muscles on her face were still tense, giving the impression of a smile but not a smile. He said softly and fell silent.

The conversation between the two ended, and the atmosphere became slightly awkward.

A layer of shallow ripples appeared on the calm lake surface. The early autumn wind blew the green grass on the riverside and blew the fragrance of crabapples into the nose of the real dragon.

"Right..." Haitang said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Haitang deliberately looked away from the real dragon's eyes and lowered her head to look at the horse's head. "You saved me that day. I always wanted to find an opportunity to thank you."

Zhenlong scratched the back of his head and said with a look of dementia: "What the hell? Why don't I remember that I saved you? Miss Haitang, you have saved me many times. I should thank you."

Gulu...

Such a beautiful scenery, such a good opportunity to be alone with a beautiful woman, was ruined by an unsatisfactory belly.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Haitang asked.

The real dragon smiled awkwardly. We set out early in the morning and encountered Gui San and his gang again on the way. Now at noon, we were already very hungry.

"Follow me." Haitang climbed on the horse's belly, and the bay-red horse sped up.