Magical Strategist

A small boat, tens of thousands of miles under the sea, more than thirty stars day and night, the human continent gradually appeared directly ahead.

Not far away, the boundless golden beach reminded True Dragon of two years ago, when the warriors of the Mora tribe gathered here, ready to go... At that time, he was still a smug and ambitious young man. Now, his long hair is shawl, covering his sharp edges. The face and a black beard around the lips add a bit of maturity and vicissitudes, and the purple eyes become deeper, like a quiet ancient pool with no bottom.

Learning the blood curse, fighting Ivan, and pinging Lemu seemed like yesterday, but now, things have changed.

boom!

The boat was washed ashore by the waves.

The real dragon stretched out, moved its muscles and bones, and landed on the human continent. He was wearing a black outfit, a red cloak, carrying the supreme magic weapon - the Love Moon Umbrella, and a round rattan hat that Irene had knitted for him personally, and was walking on the soft beach.

Towards evening, the sea began to rise and the sea breeze became violent. The gusts of sea breeze ruffled his red hair and made the red cloak rustle. The real dragon slowly turned back and looked deeply at the sea behind him, which is the hometown of the blood elves. He said meaningfully: "Farewell, red-haired guys..."

After drifting in the sea for twenty days without food, he could only drink water to satisfy his hunger. The real dragon was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. Now he only wanted to do one thing - to fill his stomach.

So he got on the Phantom and galloped away.

Huhu - Huhu - The mount of the Blood Elf Queen, the greatest lion of the North Ming Dynasty, invincible in terms of speed. The strong wind howled in my ears, and all the scenery flashed past my eyes like clouds and smoke.

After about half an hour, the outline of a small town appeared in front of us.

In order not to disturb the local people, the real dragon entered on foot. Because it is close to the sea, the locals make a living by fishing. Now this place is called "Yuxiang Town".

As expected of Fish Fragrance Town, the streets are filled with the fragrant smell of grilled fish. The real dragon is already hungry, but now that he smells such a wonderful smell, he can't wait to rush into the restaurant for a big meal. Finally, we chose a higher-end restaurant.

Walking inside and looking around, there were only two empty tables. Zhenlong habitually found an empty seat by the window and sat down, as anyone who likes peace and quiet would do. After sitting down, he took off his rattan hat, took off the Love Moon Umbrella, which weighed fifty kilograms, and carefully placed them on the corner of the table.

"Boss, order!" Zhenlong shouted.

Snapped!

Just as he sat down, there was a crisp sound of banging on the desk not far away. Zhenlong turned around and saw a distinctive square wooden table placed in the center of the restaurant. Standing beside the wooden table was a gray-haired old man.

I saw the old man holding a gavel in his hand, his eyes wide open, the blood vessels in his neck swollen, and he looked like he was about to sing out his voice.

The old man opened his voice and shouted: "As mentioned last time, Lie Yan single-handedly attacked the Wana Holy Land, and saw Ivan and the masters of the Mora tribe fighting fiercely..."

Many people around clapped their hands and shouted: "Okay! Keep going, keep going!"

It turned out to be a storyteller, but it seemed like he had heard this content somewhere... The real dragon sounded interested.

At this time, the waiter in the restaurant walked up to Zhenlong and asked politely: "Sir, what would you like to eat? There are grilled halibut, grilled salmon, grilled..."

Zhenlong waved his hand and said calmly: "Anything you want, as long as it can fill your stomach." After that, he took out a banknote from his pocket and handed it to the waiter, and said generously: "The extra is a tip. "

The waiter took the banknotes and studied them curiously. The waiter was young and short-sighted, so he didn't realize that this was a blood elf currency with a face value of 100 souls, which is equivalent to 100 gold coins in human currency. After looking left and right for a while, he said, "Sir, is this a coin?"

"Oh no, I got it wrong." The real dragon was a little embarrassed. He had stayed in the Blood Elf Continent for too long and hadn't used human currency for two years. He took out a few gold coins that seemed to be going moldy from his pocket and handed them to the waiter.

"Please wait a moment, I will prepare it for you."

"Right..." Zhenlong suddenly said.

"Do you have any other instructions, sir?"

The real dragon pointed at the old storyteller and said, "What story is the old man telling? And who is this "Fire Flame"?"

The waiter smiled and replied: "You don't know something. What Uncle Forbes is talking about is the blood elf civil war that just ended, and Lieyan is the protagonist of this civil war, because he defeated the strongest Ivan in the world." ”

"Haha..." The real dragon grinned and couldn't help but sneer a few times. "Then why call him Lie Yan?"

"He has a special kind of fighting spirit that looks like a flame, so everyone calls him Lie Yan. I heard about it from hearsay. Anyway, he is a great man." The waiter explained.

"I see..." The real dragon couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't expect that he was so famous and had become a household legend.

At this time, the old storyteller sometimes slapped the table, sometimes jumped up, sometimes wiped his long gray beard, and vividly described the battle between Lieyan and Ivan.

As for whether the specific details are what Uncle Forbes said, I am afraid only the real dragon himself knows.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and everyone in the audience appreciated Lao Sheng's performance. Even Zhenlong himself had to be amazed.

After a while, the signature dish ordered by Zhenlong was presented, and without saying a word, he immediately became agitated.

It is worthy of being a signature dish, delicious and tasty!

"Get out of the way, stay out of the way!"

A domineering man's voice came from the window. I saw four uniformed warriors pushing through the crowd and breaking into the restaurant.

"Everyone is seated, don't move!" The warrior who broke into the restaurant roared at the diners, his tone irresistible and intimidating.

With such a roar, no one sitting there dared to say anything. Even Uncle Fu, who was in the mood for storytelling, shut up obediently and could only blink and stare at the four warriors.

I saw two men and two women dressed in smart clothes with serious faces. They all had white armbands tied to their right arms, like members of an organization.

"We are members of the Light Group. We are here to investigate the case under the order of the Goddess of Light. We hope everyone will cooperate!" A man reported his whereabouts.

Illuminati group? What organization is that? The True Dragon, which has been away from the human continent for two years, is unknown to many emerging groups. So he quietly asked the waiter at the restaurant next to him: "Brother, what is the origin of the Light Group?"

The waiter bent down and said softly: "Are you really not aware or are you pretending not to know? As a human being, who doesn't know about the famous Illuminati Group?"

Zhenlong smiled awkwardly and replied: "This...I really don't know..."

The young waiter touched his forehead, put on an "I'm convinced" expression, and said in detail: "The full name of the Light Regiment is the "Sacred Knights of Light of the Middle-earth Alliance", and it is the first knight order of mankind."

"The First Knights? It sounds so powerful. How about compared to Jasmine's Shadowsong Guild?" True Dragon asked again. In his memory, the most powerful organization in mankind was the Shadowsong Guild, at least two years ago. Son's.