Magical Strategist

"Hey... Piro, Ibrahimovic, Baggio, and Miss Jasmine, you are all top masters, but you never thought that you could even be a cripple like bird droppings?" Watson lamented.

He was shot while lying down. Babidi opened his eyes wide and roared: "Smelly shit, who are you talking about?"

"Talking about you!" Watson said.

"You want to fight, don't you?" Babidi asked.

"Come on, do it, I'm afraid you don't dare!" Watson provoked.

Jasmine's face turned pale and she hurriedly advised: "You two, please stop. The neighbors next door are all sleeping, so it's not good to disturb others. Uncle Watson, don't be angry. This operation is not as simple as charging into the battle, so it is necessary It’s not just strength, but also a certain assassination ability. If uncle wants to kill a few more orcs, then please return to the Middle-Earth Alliance as soon as possible."

Watson sighed and said: "What you said is absolutely true. I am a rough man, and I will definitely not be able to do such a thing as an assassin. As for the Middle-earth Alliance... a dark place like that, I think I'd better forget it. Since I have decided If you leave, you won't go back. However, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the race, and Basa Watson will never watch his territory being trampled by those beasts. Don't worry, I have my own plan."

Jasmine smiled and said, "Just make up your own mind."

"Then, what if it fails? The Orcs' home base - St. Plantick is heavily guarded and guarded by many mysterious masters of the Orcs. It can even get close to Radis, let alone him..." Watson asked again.

"There are no ifs, we must succeed!" After vomiting, Pillow was resurrected with full blood. His answer left Watson no longer in doubt.

Watson and others launched a series of long talks around the "Capture the King" operation. From beginning to end, the real dragon remained silent and did not say a word. Because he knew very well that with his own strength, he did not need to participate in this operation, and he was not even qualified to ask questions. Therefore, he either eats food vigorously or is in a daze.

He looked very worried. It is not an exaggeration to describe him as being in Cao's camp and his heart as Han. At this moment, Irene was the only one I cared about. I can't wait to fly to Erin right away.

It's evening now, I wonder if she has eaten...

After having enough wine and food, Watson arranged a spacious and comfortable room for the guests.

"Brother, why are you dazed? Come on, let's go out and chat." Piro said, patting the real dragon's head gently.

The real dragon groaned and slowly stood up with Piro's help.

The two brothers came to the empty street.

The evening breeze after autumn makes people feel even cooler. The thinly dressed real dragon couldn't help but shudder.

"Long, tell me honestly, why are you with Irene?" Piro asked seriously.

The real dragon replied: "Because I am now her subordinate."

Piro was shocked when he heard this, and kept saying: "What?"

The real dragon continued: "What's so surprising?"

"Do you know what you are doing?" Piro asked.

"know."

"You know nothing! Then do you know Irene's past? Do you understand her?" Piro shouted sharply.

"Is this important?" Zhenlong asked.

Piro said: "Of course it's important! Irene is a traitor to the Blood Elf and will face the Blood Elf killer at any time. If necessary, she will use you as a shield or kill you! It's best to stay away from such an extremely insidious woman. point."

Piro used the word "dark" to describe Irene. Zhenlong was disgusted after hearing this and said a little impatiently: "I can handle my affairs myself, you don't need to worry about it."

It's okay if my younger brother doesn't obey, and he even contradicts me. I really treat him like a donkey with good intentions. Piro got angry and grabbed the real dragon by the collar, regardless of whether he was injured. He opened his eyes angrily and roared: "Say it again!"

The feeling of having his neck tightened was very uncomfortable. While struggling, the real dragon made a strange hoarse sound: "I'll say this again a hundred times: You don't have to worry!"

"You!" Piro raised his sandbag-sized fist and was about to hit the real dragon on the head.

The real dragon's eyes were calm and not panicked at all, nor was he frightened by his brother's aura. He said in a deep voice: "I know you are doing it for my own good."

Hearing this, Piro's anger was somewhat comforted, and he slowly let go of his hand.

Zhenlong continued: "Irene's situation is very dangerous. I want to help her get out of danger and overcome all kinds of difficulties. For a man, he will never let the woman he likes live in pain, let alone Let the woman you like be tortured, do you understand what I mean?"

The deep eyes of the real dragon emitted a faint purple light, and its red hair flowed in the cool breeze, and was soon messed up.

Looking at his brother quietly, he had to admit that the real dragon now was no longer the boy before, but a bloody man. Piro was silent for a while and said: "Even if it's for the woman you like, you won't even risk your life. Is Bai Fei something you can deal with? If I had come a step later, would you have had the chance to talk to me here? Long. , some things have to be done within one's ability, and your aggressive temperament must be changed."

"I know." True Dragon responded.

Piro looked up to the sky and sighed, and said meaningfully: "Men, sometimes it is really helpless..."

"correct."

"kindness?"

"How can I become stronger quickly?" asked the real dragon. His eyes were full of desire for powerful power.

Pillow asked back: "What do you think makes you strong?"

"Like you." said the real dragon.

"To be honest, there is no secret. It only depends on hard work. When I was about your age, I was confused and always felt that I was very small. But later, I slowly discovered that becoming stronger is a vague concept. To use an analogy, It's like a snowball, you have to keep pushing it with both hands. As time goes by, over time, you will naturally find that you are among the strong. Do you understand what I mean?"

The real dragon is not stupid. After tasting it carefully, he asked: "Does it mean perseverance?"

It is peaceful eternity!

"But brother, I didn't expect you to grow up so fast in just a few months. I'm really happy for you." Piro praised.

"Come on, I almost lost my life several times. But you, are you really so confident about your plan to capture the king?" Zhenlong asked.

"What do you think?" Piro asked.

"If it's you, brother, there's no problem." Zhenlong said.

"It's not over yet. Don't worry. We are fully prepared and the possibility of failure is extremely slim." Piro said confidently.

"When will you leave?" asked the real dragon.

"tomorrow morning."

"So fast? I really wanted to compete with you, but unfortunately... now I am injured like this." The real dragon sighed.

Piro raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised by what the real dragon said. He smiled and said: "Compete with me? Your courage is commendable. Don't you even have dignity if you are not afraid of losing?"

The real dragon said calmly: "If you lose with dignity, is it still called a loss? Next time we meet, give me some face and let us have a fair fight?"

Piro grinned and said with a smile: "Okay! I accept your challenge!"