Magical Strategist

Baggio frowned and said unhappily, "What can I do for you?"

"To make a long story short, as long as the flames are not extinguished, Gangyi will never be at peace, so please do me a favor and let me take Lieyan's head." Li said.

Baggio laughed and said, "You want to kill my beloved disciple in front of me?"

"Old Baggio, don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit. My master let you go because we have been friends for decades. Otherwise, you would have gone to hell long ago." The blue-robed wizard interrupted.

"Friend? Why should a mere tough reptile raise himself up?" Baggio said fiercely.

"You!" The blue-robed wizard was speechless.

Li waved his hand, telling his subordinates not to interrupt. "Brother Baggio, do you mean you don't want to give way?"

"I've been used to doing whatever I want in my life," Baggio replied.

"As expected of the God of Fire, you are indeed courageous! But having said that, you and I have been fighting openly and secretly for so many years, it's time to put an end to it." As he said that, Li began to gather his magic power, ready to fight the God of Fire at any time.

Baggio would not back down, and he urged his magic power to fight. "Red Hair, you must think carefully about what your master just said. Go away, I don't want to see you in such a miserable state again..."

Looking at the master's back, he looked like a golden sculpture. He had never felt like this before. Zhenlong felt that Baggio was the greatest man in the world.

In a daze, Baggio slowly turned his face away, his mouth slightly raised, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Let me ask you one last question." Baggio paused, then said in a long and solemn voice, "Have you ever regretted being my apprentice?"

Somehow, a warm current stimulated the True Dragon's eyes, and his throat was choked by something. His mind quickly emerged with all the harsh discipline Baggio had given him in the past. If it weren't for Baggio's kindness, the True Dragon would not be where he is today. "I, the True Dragon of Lille, feel incomparably proud!"

Hahahaha… Baggio laughed wildly. “Go away.”

The real dragon has become a mortal. Staying here will only hinder him instead of help. He mounted the phantom and disappeared like a gust of wind.

"Where is Lieyan running to!" The blue-robed wizard immediately stood up and chased after him.

Unexpectedly, Baggio stood in the way of the man in blue robe and shouted, "Who dares to take another step forward!?"

Baggio had a loud voice, and his roar was so powerful that the blue robes dared not cross the line. The idea of ​​chasing Lieyan was instantly shattered. Knowing that he could not defeat the God of Fire, he had to focus all his hopes on Li. "Master, what should we do now?"

"Don't panic, Lieyan is already a disabled man, let's take down the God of Fire first." Li said confidently.

Baggio calmed down and counted the enemies. Including Li, there were exactly twenty of them. "I'll trade my life for twenty of yours. I'm in luck! Come on, come on. If you don't have the will to die, go home as soon as possible!" With Baggio's howl, dust and sand came overwhelming...

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Run all the way, just to survive!

Master's words made Zhenlong sober up. As a man, how could he stop moving forward because of some setbacks? He even had the idea of ​​committing suicide. Zhenlong couldn't help but feel ashamed of his stupid thoughts. But what did Master mean by the other words he just said? If it's not powerful force that dominates the world, then what is it?

At this moment, the sky suddenly lit up, like a meteor streaking across the sky, and then there was a violent explosion, and the entire night sky turned fiery red.

The real dragon's body trembled suddenly, his pupils dilated, and endless thoughts flowed out of his brows. He stopped suddenly, and his body rolled off the back of the phantom. He turned to face Baggio, knelt on the ground, and bowed heavily with all his strength.

boom!

His forehead hit the hard ground fiercely. The real dragon fell to his knees, lowered his head deeply, bit his lips hard, clenched his fists and could no longer hold back, the heat in his eyes that had been suppressed for a long time finally leaked out.

The forbidden technique of fire magic——the Pure Land of Fire, burning one's own body, turning into tens of thousands of fire elements, rushing into the sky with the enemy, and perishing together! And what Baggio had just used was this technique!

The fiery red sky broke the darkness and illuminated the way ahead for the real dragon.

Since you've lost everything, why not start over? Xiaoya, Master, I won't let your blood and sacrifice be in vain. I will get you all back for what you've done!

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After a long journey through the night, the real dragon came to an open grassland. This is the border between Tas and Lausanne, and it is rarely visited by people. He planned to find a place to stay and rest. After another hour, he was eager to see a town in front of him. He was too tired and just wanted to fill his stomach. However, what appeared before him was a vast desert.

At first glance, the yellow desert and the blue sky merge into one, stretching endlessly.

"How could this happen?" Zhenlong's heart skipped a beat. He had to admit that his luck was extremely bad. Even the heavens were against him. It was not easy to drag his weak body across the desert. But he had no way to retreat. Who knows, there might be a large number of pursuers galloping behind him.

Looking silently in front of me, a gust of wind blew and sand flew all over the sky.

"Let's go." The real dragon touched the phantom's head, and a few seconds later, the figure was submerged in the sand...

The desert was vast and undulating, and people seemed so small in it. The phantom ran quickly, leaving behind two lines of deep hoof prints, which were quickly filled up.

The merciless sun spitted out onto the earth like a flame without any shelter. The vast desert was baked like a steamer, and the heat was oppressive. Although Phantom was the king of the North Sea Lions and the fastest mount in the world, he still couldn't do anything about this chaotic world. He persisted for half an hour and finally collapsed from exhaustion.

The real dragon recalled the phantom and changed to walking. "Sasmoko" is the largest desert in the world, and its climate conditions are notoriously bad, with sandstorms occurring at any time.

Huh, huh... A strong wind blew over the desert, sand flew everywhere, the sky was dark, and the real dragon could not move forward against the wind and sand. His throat was dry and sore, his breathing was blocked, and he longed for a glass of water, but where could he get water in such a hellish place?

Just as he was about to fall down, he vaguely saw a group of passers-by not far away. Zhenlong suddenly gained strength and used the last bit of his physical strength to run over in two steps.

The group covered their heads with white cloth to block the dust, leaving only their eyes exposed. They led a camel, and the baskets hung on both sides of the camel were filled with various foods and water. It seemed that this group of people often appeared in this area.