Magical Strategist

Sa Feng raised his long eyebrows that covered his eyes with his hands and looked at the real dragon carefully. When he saw Sara being melancholy, he couldn't help but be surprised.

The last time the elderly blood elf saw Sarah depressed was one hundred and sixty years ago. Every time I see the treasures left by my ancestors, I feel uncontrollable excitement. Now is no exception. But he knew that Sarah was depressed and had a very bad temper. In this world, except for its owner, it will not let anyone touch it. Anyone who offends it will be drained of all its strength, or even die of weakness on the spot. Extremely dangerous.

As a symbol of the Mora tribe, Sarah Melancholy is regarded as a sacred object by its people. In the years since Sarah's death, no one has been able to use his weapon, and it has been sealed away for hundreds of years.

Sa Feng looked at the real dragon for a long time with a kind smile. "My little friend is really awesome. He is recognized by his ancestors and inherits his weapons."

"This is just a coincidence. I have no intention of taking it as my own..." The real dragon has always been worried about possessing Sarah's melancholy. Indeed, he didn't think about it that much. He originally wanted to give it to Irene, but who knew that this thing would "recognize" himself as its "master".

Sa Feng stroked his long beard, as if thinking about something. After a while, he said: "Since it is approved by the ancestors, why not go and meet him?"

"What? Meet him? Sara? That blood elf hero? Hasn't he already..." The real dragon was very surprised and horrified.

Sa Feng smiled and said: "Don't be afraid. He died hundreds of years ago and was buried here. If his spirit in heaven really intends to give you weapons, then it is indeed necessary to take you to see him."

"I see, then I really want to meet this hero. Could you please lead the way, senior?" said the real dragon.

So, Sa Feng led the true dragon towards the depths of the rift valley.

The Tomb of Sarah is located at the end of the Rift Valley and takes half a day to hike.

It was almost afternoon when the two arrived at the tomb.

With the faint light, the real dragon could see a cave carved into the cliff. The entrance was not big enough that only an adult could pass through. Moreover, you need to climb more than 100 meters vertically to reach the cave entrance.

The two of them looked up at the cave a hundred meters high. Sa Feng pointed to the entrance of the cave and said: "That hole was dug by Sara himself before his death. His body has always been there, without being cremated or buried. Because the undead tribe longed to get his body and turned it into a lich. The king’s soul container becomes the next leader of the undead clan. Sara values ​​dignity very important. He cannot bow down to the undead and would rather not be reincarnated after death.”

"I understand..." After listening to Sa Feng's words, Zhenlong suddenly remembered his childhood playmate, Carter. He is the vessel for the Lich King's reincarnation. This is the unique "Crown Prince Ceremony" of the Undead.

"Okay, let's go up and have a look." Sa Feng rolled up his sleeves and started climbing.

Although Sa Feng is old, his climbing ability is impressive. He climbed up to the cave entrance a hundred meters above in one breath.

The real dragon then began to climb. He was much more embarrassed than Sa Feng. Not only did he climb very slowly, he almost fell down several times. It took all his strength to reach the cave entrance.

The two stood at the entrance of the cave, looking into the dark cave. Waves of cold wind blew from inside, making people shiver.

"Little friend, please come with me." Sa Feng didn't feel the slightest fear, after all, he would take care of Sara's grave when he passed by.

The real dragon followed Safeng into the tomb.

Inside, there is a different world.

The spacious tomb was kept spotless. Furniture, bedding, and daily necessities are all available. This is not a tomb, it is clearly a luxurious guest room.

"No need to be surprised, in order to respect our ancestors, we descendants specially gave him a carefully decorated house. And we will clean it every three days." Sa Feng said with a smile.

The real dragon blinked and asked again: "Then where is Senior Sara?"

"Behind you!"

what!

The real dragon felt a chill on his back, and an indescribable coldness swept over him. He slowly turned around...

A skeleton is "sitting" at the dining table! Bai Sensen's hand was still "holding" the small wine glass, as if he wanted to drink it all in one gulp.

The two eye holes in the head stared at the real dragon, making people's scalp numb.

Dead or alive?

The real dragon was frightened, so frightened that his face turned pale.

"Don't be surprised, little friends. Our ancestor did pass away. We used brackets to fix his remains. Because this was the posture our ancestor had when he died, we have kept it intact," Sa Feng explained. However, when he saw the real dragon's behavior, he began to be afraid.

I saw the real dragon foaming at the mouth, its eyes turned up, and its face was ferocious. He danced and said strange things.

Sa Feng was shocked and quickly knelt down to kowtow to Sara. "Senior, please spare him. He is your successor. Have you seen Sarah depressed?"

Sarah's melancholy on the real dragon's waist emits a dark purple light, and together with Sarah's bones, the two actually resonate. A powerful devouring force instantly drained the real dragon of its mana. Then, his eyes went white and he fainted.

"Little friend! Little friend! Wake up!" Sa Feng hurriedly asked about the real dragon's condition. This incredible event has never happened before. Could it be that Sara's melancholy awakened some kind of power in the original owner? In other words, Sarah’s ghost has never dissipated?

Sa Feng didn't dare to think too much, saving people was the most important thing. He prepared to carry the unconscious dragon and leave the tomb.

Unexpectedly, the real dragon's body seemed to be firmly attached to the ground by some force, unable to move at all.

Sa Feng was helpless and could only say: "Little friend, can you hear me? You stay here for now, I'll call someone to help!" With that, he quickly left the tomb.

.........

Sa Feng rushed back to the village, calling for help from door to door.

"What happened to the Great Elder?"

"At your age, don't be too anxious. If you have something to say, please speak slowly."

After finally gathering more than fifty people, Sa Feng panted for a long time before calming down and said: "Something has happened, something big has happened. Everyone, follow me to the ancestor's tomb!"

"What are you doing there? Didn't you just clean it the day before yesterday?"

"The soul of our ancestors has entangled little friend Lille, we have to save him!" Sa Feng continued.

"What? This is amazing!!"

As a result, a large number of blood elves rushed to the tomb.

Sarah’s ghost? This is a huge event! It has been more than a hundred years since Sa Feng and the others settled here, but they have never heard of the ghosts of their ancestors still being there. If I had known that he had been dead for hundreds of years, his soul was long gone.

Sa Feng and his gang quickly returned to the tomb.

The scene in front of them shocked everyone!

The real dragon, holding a wine glass, "drinks and chats" with the Bones opposite.

In fact, he was talking to himself there.

The real dragon's consciousness was clear, but his eyes were always closed, as if he was in a state of sleepwalking.

Someone wanted to wake up the real dragon, but Sa Feng objected. "Don't worry, wait until he wakes up. Maybe he is communicating with his ancestors."

What the real dragon said was very clear and not ambiguous at all. He closed his eyes, raised his glass, and said, "Old senior is so generous, I'll give you another drink, junior!"