Magical Strategist

I don’t know how far I ran, I just saw one mountain after another being left behind.

Finally, the Phantom ran out of energy and fell down. It lay on the ground, howling, as if blaming itself for its incompetence and for not bringing its master to the safest place.

"I know you've tried your best." The real dragon said, stroking the phantom's head.

The Phantom felt the warmth, it lowered its big head and closed its eyes slightly.

"I'll go get some water." Then, the real dragon stumbled towards the stream not far away.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The stream water is so clear that you can see the bottom. Zhenlong squatted down, lowered his head, and immersed the entire body below his nose in the water. He drank the stream water in big gulps. It was cold and sweet, and very refreshing. "It feels so comfortable. I feel stronger instantly." He wiped the corners of his mouth and said contentedly. Then he took out a small bowl from the food bag, scooped a full bowl, and brought it to Phantom. "You are thirsty too, right?"

The Phantom stuck out his long tongue and licked the water in the bowl.

"Look at you, eating like a wolf. Oh, that's not the case. You are neither a wolf nor a tiger. You are a lion, haha..." The Phantom's appearance made the Real Dragon laugh.

After drinking the water, Phantom's strength recovered a little, and he stood up again, letting out a powerful roar, as if telling his master that he could continue on his journey.

"let's go!"

At this moment, a rustling sound was heard from the woods. Listening carefully, it sounded more like the sound of people walking.

The real dragon began to get nervous, his face turned pale, and he thought that the pursuers couldn't appear so soon, because there was no mount in the world faster than the Phantom.

Who is it, friend or foe?

Suddenly, a torrent of water shot out from the jungle and headed straight for us.

The dragon, having lost its essence, could not judge the direction and strength of the water gun, and could only faintly hear the sound of the water. When the naked eye saw the water gun, it was too late. The water gun hit the dragon's abdomen without deviation.

Snapped!

The real dragon felt pain and was slapped away.

"Lieyan, we have been waiting here for a long time." Five wizards in blue magic robes were approaching. Judging from their attire, they must be very skilled.

Experience told Zhenlong that this group of people came with bad intentions! After taking a closer look, he asked in surprise: "Are you from Podor?"

"That's right! We are here under the order of Chief Instructor Shui to kill Lieyan. Just accept your death and we will leave your body intact." said a blue-robed wizard.

"I have no grudge against you, why do you want to kill me?" the real dragon said angrily.

"Why? Because you are from Middle-earth. We, the Fortitude, will not let go of any dog ​​from Middle-earth, not to mention that you are the chief of staff of the Knights of Light, so it is even more impossible for us to let you live." said the blue-robed wizard.

The real dragon gritted his teeth and said angrily, "From the dean to the students, everyone in Podor has sworn to be loyal to the Middle-earth Alliance until death. How dare you call yourself a member of Podor?"

"No, you are wrong. More and more people are joining Gangyi's camp. What does this show? It shows the direction of the overall situation." The blue robe wizard said again. "There is nothing to be surprised about. The Dean Podor you mentioned is no longer the old immortal Hawking. He was eliminated long ago. The current Dean is our master, the former chief instructor of the water system, Garcia Li. Anyone who refuses to submit to Gangyi will be killed without mercy."

"It's fortitude again!" Zhenlong clenched his fists and said fiercely.

"Yes, it's the great and invincible Alliance of Fortitude! Well, our small talk ends here, and it's about time for us to send Lieyan to the west." The blue-robed wizard rubbed his palms together, looking ready to take action.

The real dragon wanted to resist and find a chance to escape, but he didn't have the strength to stand up, so he could only accept his fate.

"Do it!" Five blue-robed wizards mobilized their magic power at the same time to deal a fatal blow to the flames.

Suddenly, a pillar of fire fell from the sky.

Boom! The forest was instantly illuminated.

The real dragon opened his eyes, only to see a familiar figure standing in front of him, protecting him.

"Master!" the real dragon called out

"You can't even handle a bunch of little bastards. You're really embarrassing me." Baggio cursed fiercely. He was wearing a red magic robe, looking majestic. Although he was already fifty years old, he still had the same momentum as before.

The sudden appearance of the God of Fire frightened the blue-robed mages. "The God of Fire, Baggio, is one of the Class A wanted criminals of our Fortitude Alliance. The leader is searching for him all over the world, and he unexpectedly showed up here today."

"What should we do? We definitely can't defeat him." The other blue-robed wizard seemed a little scared.

"Idiot, why do you want to boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige? No matter how powerful the God of Fire is, he is still an old man. Are you afraid that we can't defeat him with so many of us?"

Baggio said calmly, "A bunch of young brats want to fight me? Go, call Garcia Lee over. I want to end this with him."

"Master is so busy that he doesn't have time to deal with you. We brothers are enough to deal with an old man like you." The blue-robed wizard said arrogantly.

Baggio was disdainful of wasting words with this group of ignorant people. He turned around and looked at the weak real dragon with a look of contempt in his eyes. He said coldly: "Look at how weak you are. Even women are much stronger than you. What? Are you trying to win the sympathy of the enemy by putting on this expression?"

"No, Master, because I..."

"No need to say more, someone has told me about your situation, but even so, as a man you should not fall to such a level. Listen, Red Hair, setbacks can shake your body but can never shake your heart. If you are still a man and still my, Baggio's, apprentice, then stand up for me." Baggio said fiercely.

The master's words really gave Zhenlong a shock. He roared toward the sky, and then, using all his strength, he stood up with great difficulty.

Baggio continued: "In today's world of fortitude, you, the True Dragon of Lille, may be the last hope of Middle-earth. How can you be defeated by a small predicament?"

"I understand what the master said, but now, my strength..."

"Everyone wants to have great power. In a world where the strong prey on the weak, you can't move forward without great power. But if you want to be invincible in the world, power is not the only way." Baggio said. "If you pursue power blindly and rely too much on power, the result is what you are now."

"I don't understand what you mean, Master. Please explain it to me." Zhenlong asked.

"You are a smart man, you will understand it in the future," Baggio said again.

While the master and the disciple were talking, another group of unidentified figures quietly appeared.

"Master! Why are you here!" the blue-robed wizard suddenly exclaimed.

A man in a dark blue robe slowly approached. This man was Garcia Li, the former chief instructor of the Podor Water Department and the current dean of Podor. "Brother Baggio, how are you?" Li said with a smile. "Why, are you still working hard to train the next generation?"