Magical Strategist

The words of the elders lingered in my ears again...

Every sentence hurts the heart.

"Why not? I am the queen and have the right to decide my own life-long affairs!"

"Why? The Ivan dynasty has just fallen, and everything is waiting to be revitalized. As far as we know, Ivan's influence in the Lemu tribe has not yet been eradicated. There are at least twenty organizations that want to retaliate against Yuna City. So before quelling all reactionary forces, What would the people think if he just wanted to get married for his own personal enjoyment? Secondly, he is a human being, and it is impossible for the chief patriarchs of all generations to marry into other races. This has been a clan rule since ancient times, and no one can go outside of it. , the real dragon of Lier is a descendant of the Yi family, the feudal family of the Mora clan, and his mother Yilu is the biggest traitor of Mora. Even if we reluctantly agree to marry him, the people of the world will not agree to the above three points, any of them will shake people's hearts. , have a negative impact. My king, we all advise you, you are the king, above all others, and your words and deeds represent the entire race, please think twice before you act."

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Erin's hands tightly grasped the real dragon's left arm. She was helpless, aggrieved, and unwilling. She once promised Zhenlong that she would give Zhenlong an answer when everything was over.

Be with him, marry him, have children.

but!

As a noble person, you don't even have the right or qualification to have love.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! I... really want to... be your wife and be with you. But I..." Erin cried bitterly. Looking at the pale and lifeless face of the real dragon, he looked at the severed arm on his right side.

This man had endured so much pain for her.

The dim oil lamp flickered on and off. The tears on Irene's face were as clear as precious crystals.

At this moment, the real dragon's left arm moved slightly...

Then, he slowly moved to Erin's face and gently wiped her tears.

"Dragon!" Erin jumped up, surprised and happy. "you're awake?"

The real dragon slowly opened his eyes. There seemed to be traces of tears in the corners of his eyes, and it seemed that he was holding back the tears. He turned his head and said weakly: "I won't blame you."

"Dragon!!!" Irene threw herself into the arms of the real dragon, releasing all her sadness and unwillingness. "sorry Sorry sorry!"

The real dragon put his arms around Eileen's neck and kissed her forehead. He said softly: "You are a king, you must behave like a king. I have told you so many times that I don't like to see you crying."

"But I feel really uncomfortable!"

"It feels uncomfortable... so what!" "I heard what you just said. You must put the overall situation first. Promise me to be the greatest king in the history of the blood elves!" said the real dragon.

"I will! I will definitely do it!"

"Well, I believe you can do it..." Zhenlong wanted to reach out and rub his eyes, but suddenly found that his right arm was no longer there.

"The arm is already..."

"Oh, I remembered, it's okay, there is another one anyway." The real dragon said cheerfully. "Lin'er, I'm hungry..."

"Okay! Just wait a moment and I'll get you something to eat." Irene immediately got up and ran out.

Although he said he didn't mind, Zhenlong still lowered his head and looked at the right side of his body.

have nothing left.

For a practitioner who is not left-handed, losing his right arm is equivalent to ruining his future.

Besides, he had more important things to do.

The real enemies who killed my mother must be made to pay with their blood!

So, what’s the next step?

Where to go?

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The whole country of blood elves celebrated.

The real dragon played an important role in defeating Ivan.

Soon, Queen Eileen announced to the world that she canonized the true dragon as the "sub-king" of the blood elves. As the name suggests, it is the largest position under the king, with one person below ten thousand people. This is the first ever special position.

Since we can't be husband and wife, then we can become best friends and best comrades in arms and plan things together.

Since then.

After Mora regained power, diplomacy, trade and other activities quickly got back on track.

Under the leadership of Erin, the upper echelons of blood elves began to establish diplomatic relations with night elves, white elves, humans, orcs, druids, and even the undead who had grievances.

Let all races around the world get rid of the impression that "blood elves" are superior and out of place.

It shows a scene of prosperity and prosperity.

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A month has passed, and Zhenlong's injuries have basically recovered.

After losing his right arm, he had to get used to using his left hand to do things, such as eating, writing, practicing, etc.

It was very uncomfortable and awkward at first, but gradually I started to get used to it. Although it is not as smooth and natural as the right arm, I have initially adapted to it.

Yawang Palace.

This is the palace built by Eileen for the real dragon. Located on the west side of Wisteria Palace.

According to his own living habits, the real dragon gets up before sunrise to practice. However, he now has a special status. Apart from bathing and sleeping, he is followed by three or five servants wherever he goes.

No, while the real dragon was practicing, the three maids watched quietly from the side. From time to time, he would come forward and give him water to wipe his sweat.

In fact, Zhenlong still likes the freedom he felt when he was alone.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the practice was completed. The maid brought the breakfast that had been prepared to King Ya.

This is the luxurious life of the real dragon in the past month. As long as he wants, the queen will satisfy him. Gold, silver and jewelry are all available, as well as delicacies from the mountains and seas.

But he knew that this was not the place for him. What he wants is not glory and wealth, nor supreme power and status.

Doing what you want to do without restraint is the happiest thing.

After having breakfast, the real dragon took his entourage, guards, and servants to the Wisteria Palace for business.

His daily work is not complicated, and commissioners are responsible for military, political, diplomatic, financial and other important matters. What he does every day is just some simple and extremely simple things: such as supervising soldiers' drills, helping Irene review documents, inspecting public sentiment, etc.

At this moment, Zhenlong was reviewing documents in his office. It's so beautiful to drink the fine Yuna tea and eat the delicious fruits.

"King Ya, Bai Shen asks for an audience." The servant said at the door.

Zhenlong put down his pen and replied: "Let him come in."

I saw Bai Fei wearing a red eye patch and walking in with a cane.

Zhenlong quickly went over and helped him sit down. "What's wrong with you? Did you fall again?"

Bai Fei chuckled and said, "Thank you, King Ya. You can't see with your eyes. It's normal to stumble."

"Hey, I've mentioned it so many times. Keep a guide by your side. Don't always act alone. It's so inconvenient." said the real dragon.

Bai Fei is busy with official duties these days. Aileen sent him as an envoy to the night elves to resolve border disputes. He just came back last night.

"Why, Bai Shen came suddenly. Do you need my help?" Zhenlong asked.

Bai Fei was not in a hurry to answer Zhenlong. He first touched the cup of tea that Zhenlong poured for him on the copywriting table next to him and took a few sips carefully.

Zhenlong felt that it was a bit nonsensical. He knew Bai Fei's character and temperament very well. He never beat around the bush or avoided anything. He asked again: "What can't you say? Do you think I can't help you?"

"Yes, you can't help me." Bai Fei put down the teacup and said with a smile. "Actually, it's nothing. I just want to talk to you. After all, when we are brothers, there is always something we can talk about, right?"

Bai Fei's words left Zhenlong confused.

"No need to make wild guesses, I just came to talk to you." Bai Fei said. "I haven't had my right arm lately, are you getting used to it?"

The real dragon blinked, wondering why this cold man suddenly became so polite. He replied: "It was really uncomfortable for the first few days, but I got used to it later."

"Oh, just get used to it. Disabled people have to look a little disabled, and they have to show weakness when they should. Look at me, my eyes are blind. The night elves are very caring towards Bai, and the border issue was successfully solved. So, It’s also beneficial, hehehe,” Bai Fei said jokingly.

"Disabled person?" Zhenlong's face looked a little gloomy. He never used this word to describe himself these days. But he could tell that Bai Fei was comforting himself.

"If you have the chance, would you like to have another arm?" Bai Fei was serious when he said this.

"Of course!" Zhenlong replied immediately.

oh. After hearing the real dragon's answer, Bai Fei stood up.

"What's wrong? Why did you say that suddenly?" Zhenlong asked. "

"It's okay, just say it casually, don't worry about it. Bai resigned!" Bai Fei turned around and left...

"Mysterious, what do you want to do?" Zhenlong was helpless.

I guess it was really just a casual comment.

The real dragon didn't take it to heart. After Bai Fei left, he continued to work.

After reviewing the documents, it was almost lunch time.

The restaurant is on the top floor of the palace. There, there is sunshine, green shade, birds singing and the fragrance of flowers, and the dining environment is excellent.

After the real dragon took his seat, the chef team brought over the delicacies they had prepared earlier and paired them with fine wine.

Because in recent days, the upper elves of Wisteria Palace have all gone out to do business, and Zhenlong often eats alone. It's inevitable to feel a little lonely. He asked Eileen if he could also arrange some important tasks for him. In the end, he was rejected, and Irene asked him to take a good rest and not go anywhere.

After lunch, the whole afternoon was spent doing nothing. The real dragon usually goes out to hang out and observe the public sentiment.

Go to the evening, go back to eat, and then go to bed.

Such days are not enjoyment for him, but "torture". There was no other way. There was a reason why Irene put him under "house arrest". He had to wait for his injuries to completely recover before he could return to the human continent.

It will take some time to fully recover, say at least a few months, but at most a year or two.

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