Magical Strategist

Two months have passed.

There is still no news from the real dragon. Sarah's melancholy disappeared.

Disappeared in the most mysterious place in the blood elf continent - "Usa".

Erin gradually came out of her grief. Without the magic weapon Sarah Melancholy and the think tank Leer Dragon, she must work harder to strengthen her power. With the help of veteran Qin Zhun, she extended her kindness, managed poverty-stricken areas, and formulated a complete outline for governing the clan.

In the eyes of everyone, Erin is not outstanding in martial arts, is not good at fighting, and cannot form troops, but she has unparalleled cohesion and appeal, and wandering blood elves scattered around the world have come to seek refuge.

This is the natural qualification of a king.

There is no one more suitable for the position of patriarch than Irene.

The fragmented Mora tribe is recovering bit by bit...

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Tick ​​tick tick, water droplets fell from the ceiling into the basin on the ground...

The dark and damp "room", the cold bed, the flickering oil lamp...

It was noon when the sun was blazing, but the room was extremely dark.

Because this is not a room, but a "cave dwelling" carved into the cliff.

On the bed, the real dragon slowly opened his eyes, and a faint light came into view. His head was dizzy and his limbs were weak. Maybe it's because I slept for too long. He wanted to get up, but the severe pain in his body prevented him from moving. "Where is this? What happened?"

True Dragon tried his best to recall what happened before. He remembered getting Sarah Melancholy, being chased by Tianhai, jumping off a cliff... and then struggling to survive in the air, using wood and ice magic to constantly create points of leverage on the cliff. Slow down the fall. Until he ran out of mana and lost consciousness.

"Are you awake? You're finally awake! Just wait, I'll call my father over..." It was the young female elf who spoke. I was very excited to see the real dragon wake up. She threw away the rag in her hand and ran out to call someone.

After a while, the female elf’s parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts and other elders poured into the small cave dwelling. They looked at the real dragon on the bed with curiosity and reverence.

The real dragon was even more confused. It felt awkward to be stared at by a group of strange blood elves. His lips were bloodless and his face was pale. He finally sat up on his side and took the initiative to say hello: "Seniors, my name is Lier Zhenlong, and I am a subordinate of Irene of the Mora tribe."

Hearing "Mora", one of the middle-aged men seemed to be deeply touched. He quickly stepped forward to help Zhenlong lie down. Then he said slowly: "We are all Mora people, and we have lived in seclusion in this Usa Canyon for more than a hundred years."

"Excuse me, uncle, where am I?" Zhenlong asked again.

"This is my home." The man paused and continued: "More than two months ago, when I was collecting medicine on the edge of the cliff, I found you hanging on a branch and you were seriously injured, so I brought you back. "

The real dragon was shocked and said quickly, "Two months?? I have been in a coma for two months?"

The man nodded.

"No! I..." The real dragon wanted to get up.

"Just lie down and don't move until your injury recovers."

"I have to go, I want to meet up with Irene and the others, and..." The real dragon touched his arms and found that the important things were no longer there.

"Don't worry, I've put the things away for you. Sarayuyu is a sacred object of the Mora tribe, and we won't have any inappropriate thoughts." The middle-aged man said.

The real dragon is still worried, seeing is believing. He strongly insisted on keeping Sarah Melancholy for himself.

Finally, the middle-aged man placed a black wooden box on the real dragon boat.

When I opened it, I saw that it was indeed Sarah who was melancholy. The real dragon felt relieved.

After confirming that the group had no other intentions, Zhenlong relaxed and said: "Thank you for your life-saving grace. I will never forget it!"

"You're welcome, you are the successor of Sarah, and it is our duty to save you," the man said. He seemed to have a lot of respect for the real dragon.

"Sara's inheritor?" In other words, when Zhenlong opened the Magic Box and got Sara Melancholy, he was drained of all his strength by an inexplicable magic power. But when his own blood dripped on it, the weapon seemed to identify with the real dragon.

"We are all descendants of Sarah, and his blood flows in our bodies, but even so, we still cannot touch Sarah's melancholy, but you can hold it in your arms without being counterattacked by the magic. In other words, this The weapon already belongs to you, and you are Sara's inheritance!" the middle-aged man said excitedly.

At this time, an old elf also came over and added: "We have lived in this deep valley for a long time and know nothing about the outside world. Can you tell us something?"

Next, the real dragon told in detail what happened in the Blood Elf Continent.

Everyone was angry when they heard about the current situation of the Mora tribe. Looking back on the once glorious clan, people from all directions came to congratulate them, but now they are facing the crisis of extinction.

"So I want to go back as soon as possible! Erin needs me!" the real dragon said anxiously.

"To be honest, more than 300 of us went down to the Usa Valley together, and we never planned to go back. Because this was the place where Sarah died, and this is where we belong. We follow the precedent and bury our bones here. So. , I have never studied how to get back to the top of 30,000 feet." The old man said.

"Then how did you get down at that time?" Zhenlong asked.

"At that time, there was a teleportation array made by Sara, which could lead directly to the upper level. But following an earthquake, the teleportation array was destroyed."

After hearing this, Zhenlong felt a little desperate and said, "Then I can't go back?"

"Don't give up hope. There is no sure path. But before that, you have to heal your injuries as soon as possible. Then we will find a way to send you back together."

"it is good!"

In order to recover from his injuries as soon as possible, the real dragon used mana to treat the wounds while eating bitter herbs.

After ten days, I was finally able to get out of bed.

The outside world, thirty thousand miles away from the surface, is dim and hazy, like a night with bright moonlight.

The two cliffs are more than a hundred meters apart and extend ten kilometers to both sides, forming a wonderful underground world.

Looking up, there is only a blur of light, like a bright star. There is the ground.

Due to the lack of sunshine in the environment here, the plants are all mosses and there are few tall trees. Coupled with the humid and turbid air, the climate is hot and muggy all year round. But Sarah's descendants regard this as a geomantic treasure. It is a paradise without outside interference.

They "work from sunrise to sunset" and live a contented life.

The real dragon's eyes were very unadapted at first, and its visible range was only a few meters, and it couldn't see anything further away. He walked alone on the long and flat bottom. After about half an hour, his eyes gradually adapted and his field of vision became wider.

He saw some blood elves plowing the fields on the cliff, some gathering herbs, and some slaughtering unknown animals...

A peaceful scene.

"Little friend, don't go too far, your injury hasn't healed yet." An old voice came from behind the real dragon.

Turning around, he saw an old blood elf with long hair and beard walking over. He used a cane and walked with a limp. "Who are you?" asked the real dragon.

"I, Sa Sa Feng, am the great elder here and the great-grandson of Sara."

"Junior Li'er True Dragon, please give me your advice." True Dragon clasped his fists and said respectfully.