Magical Strategist

Judging from Irene's expression, it didn't seem like she wanted to go back. The real dragon asked again: "Do you still want to continue?"

Irene endured the pain, frowned and said, "If we don't meet Zi and the others as soon as possible, these fools will definitely seek revenge on Bai Fei."

"There's really nothing I can do about you." As he said that, the real dragon stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Irene's belly.

How could Irene let a man touch her body for no reason, so she quickly stopped him.

"Beauty, please don't get me wrong. Even if I have bad intentions for you, I won't be in a place like this, right? Don't use force, don't resist, relax...relax..." A faint white light appeared on the real dragon's palm, illuminating it. On Erin's belly. "This is a medical technique to relieve your pain. What do you think I want to do?" Zhenlong asked again.

Erin finally relaxed her tense nerves and let the real dragon's hand press on her abdomen. Waves of warmth flowed into my body, very comfortable.

Ten minutes later, Erin's condition improved and her breathing became much easier.

Medical magic is a magic that consumes quite a lot of mana. Its principle is to transfer one's own mana to the injured to achieve the purpose of treatment. Casting a medical spell for ten minutes in a row consumes much more mana than fighting for ten minutes, so the real dragon is now showing signs of fatigue. I thought: Even if I cast Perfect Thunder once, I won't be so tired. It seems that I not only need to strengthen my physical training, but also my magic power.

After treating Irene's injuries, the real dragon did not dare to stay where he was. After all, the oxygen in this place was thin, and if he stayed for a long time, he would probably faint due to insufficient oxygen supply.

Ten minutes passed and there was no exit...

Half an hour passed with no exit...

An hour passed and there was still no exit...

How long is it?

The real dragon began to get tired of this dull feeling and wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and go to the outside world to breathe fresh air. He knew that if he didn't go out, he would definitely suffer from lack of oxygen.

Erin, who was walking behind the real dragon, also felt tired. Coupled with the injury, she needed to get outside as soon as possible.

The real dragon said: "Don't worry, I estimate we will be at the exit in half an hour."

Erin asked, "How do you know?"

Zhenlong analyzed: "Parker said that this tunnel leads directly to the suburbs of Shengjia City, and the Middle-earth Palace is not very far from the suburbs. It is estimated that it is only ten kilometers away. It would take almost an hour and a half to walk ten kilometers. We just walked It’s been an hour, so there’s still half an hour left.”

Erin nodded in agreement. She was a little helpless at first, and when she heard the real dragon's explanation, she suddenly gained the confidence to continue on her way.

Sure enough, half an hour later a light spot appeared in front of my eyes. The two quickened their pace, and the light spot gradually grew larger, and a shoulder-width hole appeared.

Finally saved...

The real dragon smiled, took Irene's hand and crawled out of the cave and came outside.

Enjoy the fresh air!

The two of them were like nearly dry leaves suddenly drinking nectar, extremely happy.

Next, the real dragon began to discuss the route forward with Irene. Their destination: Andalimu, located in the westernmost part of the Kingdom of Lausanne, at the foot of Xixiu Mountain. It is at least half a month away from the city of Sanga.

With the long journey and the pursuit of soldiers, this journey must be full of dangers.

Under the gray sky, under the rain, in the woods, there are two figures and two male lions of the North Ming Dynasty.

The rain wet Irene's clothes and washed away her cold face. The white lion under her crotch, the Phantom, made a "wuwu" cry, as if to say to the owner: Hurry up, I've already can not wait anymore.

"Have you decided to follow me?" Irene glanced at the real dragon and repeated again.

The real dragon riding on the male's back seemed a little excited. He felt like an extremely glorious knight. He swore loudly: "I swear allegiance to Lord Moon God to the death!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!

The North Ming Lion spread its strong limbs and ran away...turning into two rays of light that shuttled through the rain and fog...

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Bai Fei had already noticed that Irene quietly left the Middle-earth Hall. His subordinate Skylark is the best reconnaissance expert among the blood elves. So everyone was called together to stage a chase.

They all used their "riding pet tokens" to summon their mounts - the Proud Flame Leopard. The mounts configured by the three groups of blood elves are different. The Mora tribe is equipped with the North Ming Lion, which is fast and has outstanding explosive power. The Rem tribe is equipped with the proud rock leopard with medium speed and extremely strong endurance. These two types of mounts have their own merits: if it is faster than running in a short time, the Beiming Lion is definitely far ahead. If it were to attack over a long distance, then the Northern Lion would definitely not be as good as the proud rock leopard.

"Don't let the prey slip away, we chase it!" Following Bai Fei's order, the leopard roared several times and started running.

If it were a herd of horses, it would not be surprising. Such a group of leopards galloping through the city of Sanga will inevitably attract everyone's attention. Because humans don't have such mounts.

"Wow, what a handsome leopard!"

"Huh? So many blood elves are here?"

People are talking a lot about these blood elves wearing robes and straw hats.

It's just that a group of heavily armed human soldiers set up a checkpoint on the road early.

The person leading these soldiers is none other than one of the three famous human Musketeers in the world today - the sword master, Andre Zorro!

Let's say that Zorro doted on his only son Parker to the extreme, and his son's words were imperial edicts. At first, Zoro strongly opposed blocking Bai Fei. He had no reason to interfere in the internal struggle of the blood elves. Just because of Parker's words: Dad, that guy named Bai is going to hunt down your son's only friend. You have to find a way to prevent the real dragons from being caught!

So, Zoro came up with a plan: Since there was no reason to interfere in the blood elves' struggle, and it was not easy to offend White God, he would find a reasonable excuse to entangle him. No, the city of Sanga, the human alliance capital, is a heavily guarded sacred place. If other races enter without authorization, they will be searched and inspected. The same goes for this group of blood elves, all of them must be inspected.

Suddenly encountering a barrier, Bai Fei was helpless. There is absolutely nothing good to gain from going against Sword Master Zorro. After all, this is human territory, and you can only follow the rules here.

Zorro walked over politely and said with a smile: "I, Andrew Zorro, have been ordered by the leader of the alliance to set up a checkpoint here. I hope all foreign friends will cooperate and come here for inspection."

Tiger sharks are always very grumpy, so if there is any bird inspection, it won't be a waste of time for them. The mustached man in front of him looked weak and weak. He must be a loser. Tiger Shark roared: "Moustache, if you want to survive, get out of here, otherwise your head will be moved."

It's obvious that Tiger Shark doesn't know Mustache's identity. Because of his moustache alone, no one would have thought that such a thin man was the sword master.

Zorro didn't care about the tiger shark's roar and said in a friendly manner: "Brother, don't be so angry. I am also following orders. Please..."

Before Zorro could finish his words, Tiger Shark's fist had already been waved over.