Magical Strategist

"What are you doing?" Haitang actually didn't want to leave just like that. After all, there was no answer to what she wanted to know. She is not a woman who gives up easily.

"I've been a little irritable recently." Zhenlong told the truth. Feeling really upset.

Haitang turned around and asked in a calm tone: "For what?"

Zhenlong thought for a while, whether he should tell Haitang about this. Although he had more contact with her these days and slowly began to understand her, after all, he still had not reached the kind of relationship where he could talk about everything. Finally, I swallowed the truth back into my stomach.

"I want to know, should I join the Middle-Earth Alliance or the Steel Yi Alliance? Which one is better?" Zhenlong asked.

"Are you worried about this matter these days?" Haitang was speechless.

"Yes, they say that if you choose the right alliance, you will have a bright future. I have to think about my future." Zhenlong said.

"It's not time to think about this yet. The college will let you choose after graduation." Haitang replied.

"Then which alliance do you think is better?"

"Each has its own benefits. The China-Europe Alliance is relatively free and advocates equality for everyone. There is no distinction between rich and poor, but you have to pay a certain fee to the alliance every year. The Steel Yi Alliance is run by nobles, and there are upper and lower classes. points, but get a decent amount of money every year.”

"Then which one are you going to choose?" Zhenlong suddenly asked.

"There is no need to choose. Our Douglas family is one of the resolute and powerful aristocrats, so it was decided at birth." Haitang replied.

"Oh, so~ then, will the Steel Yi Alliance be overthrown one day? Or be eliminated?" The real dragon's questions became more and more strange and outrageous.

"Don't talk about fantasy. Gang Yi has been around for hundreds of years and has never been overthrown, nor will he be eliminated." Haitang said firmly.

"Then, what I mean is that if, one day, I become very powerful, can I destroy Gang Yi?" His expression was calm when he said this. He was not kidding.

Haitang's eyes suddenly widened, perhaps frightened by such words. She said: "Even if you become as powerful as the Vulcan Baggio, you still can't destroy Gang Yi." Haitang always felt that Zhenlong seemed to have something else going on. "You still refuse to tell me the truth, do you?"

The real dragon shook his head and said, "That's really all."

"Very well, in that case, don't talk to me again." Haitang said angrily.

"Don't be like this. I've said everything I need to say. Oh, by the way, you probably haven't had dinner yet. Why don't we go out to eat together? You've been practicing for so long and sweating so much, so you must be hungry." asked the real dragon.

"You don't have to worry about this, just mind yourself!" Haitang left angrily.

"Hey! Hey! Don't leave! Hey! It's really..." The real dragon shook his head helplessly.

Being disturbed like this by Haitao, I couldn't calm down to practice for a while, so I simply went out to have dinner first.

It's dark outside.

On the way to the canteen, I found a large number of medical staff doing rescue work for the injured on the ground.

When I walked over and took a look, it turned out that a fierce conflict broke out between Mish's Haiyan Gang and Cheng Jian and others.

The reason for the conflict was that Cheng Jian wanted to cause trouble for Zhenlong and disabled one of Zhenlong's legs before the game to ensure that he could advance smoothly tomorrow.

The real dragon found Mish, who was lying unconscious in a pool of blood. She had a bloody head and multiple serious injuries on her body, and medical staff were trying their best to rescue her.

Zhenlong was furious and found a member of the Haiyan Gang who was still awake and asked, "Where is Cheng Jianren?"

"I'm back. I just left not long ago."

"understood!"

The real dragon turned around and ran straight down the mountain.

This shameless bastard comes to Minghuo Peak again and again to cause trouble. It's unbearable.

Sure enough, they found the Goshawk Gang headed by Gui San and Cheng Jian halfway up the mountain.

Without saying a word, the real dragon swooped over, knocked Cheng Jian down, and punched and kicked him.

"Wow!" Cheng Jian was beaten until his mouth and nose were bleeding and he couldn't get up.

Only then did Guisan and the others react, and three or five people together pulled Zhenlong up from Cheng Jianjian.

"Where the hell did you come from? Ouch... Beat him, beat him to death. I will be responsible for anything that happens!" Cheng Jian said angrily, covering his bruised face.

Naturally, the real dragon was no match for Gui San and others. After fighting for less than a minute, he was knocked down by Gui San's musket. Immediately, he was besieged by five people.

The real dragon had no choice but to curl up on the ground and protect its head with its arms.

"stop!"

Master? The real dragon opened his eyes, thinking that he was safe now.

I saw Baggio, the god of fire, striding over. From his burning eyes, it was easy to see that if he continued to act recklessly, the consequences would be serious.

"Mr. Huo is here, let's leave quickly." Cheng Jian said.

"Let's go." Gui San agreed, leading everyone down the mountain in a hurry.

Zhenlong originally thought that the master would care about him and ask him if he was injured.

Unexpectedly, the irritable guy stepped forward and hit him with a loud bang.

The real dragon covered his head and screamed that it hurt.

Baggio's cursing voice began to irritate Zhenlong's ears again: "You fucking dare to fight for me? Don't you know tomorrow's game?"

"I know!" Zhenlong immediately replied.

Boom! Another burst of chestnuts.

"You know it, but you still beat me? The key is to get pinned down to the ground and beaten by others. It's really embarrassing for me!"

"Master, there are so many of them, I, I can't defeat them!" Zhenlong admitted frankly.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Three blasts of chestnuts hit the real dragon so hard that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

"It hurts, don't hit me. If you hit me again, you will die! Ah! It hurts so much! I know I was wrong." The real dragon is quite sensible and knows how to ask for mercy.

Only then did Baggio take back his hand and cursed: "What's the point of trying if you can't beat me? What else can you do with your three-legged cat skills? You can't even hold your breath at all?"

"I was wrong! I won't dare next time!" Zhenlong covered his head again, fearing that Baggio would suddenly attack him again.

"I can't care if you hit whoever you want when you become awesome, but look at your behavior now, why don't you be more honest with me?" Baggio scolded.

"Master is right, I will be honest."

Baggio snorted and said, "Go back with me now, if you have something to do."

"Yes!" After walking a few steps, Zhenlong suddenly asked: "By the way, did the master always beat Brother Pi Luo in the past? He must be very pitiful."

Baggio suddenly stopped and said: "Do you think I like to hit people? I never hit him back then, because Xiaopi is smart and sensible. What about you? You are far worse than him, you know!"

Having said that, in fact, if you have to compare Zhenlong and Pillow, you really can't tell who is better.

Baggio took the real dragon to the "special training ground", which is a training ground exclusively for Vulcan.

"Come here." He hooked his fingers at the real dragon.

The real dragon walked over and asked: "What are you planning to do? You don't want to secretly train me so late at night, do you?"

"How sure are you of tomorrow's game?" Baggio asked seriously.

"I don't know either. It should be about 50%." He had some experience with Cheng Jian's strength, but it was hard to just say that it would work. After all, water magic naturally overcomes fire.