Magical Strategist

"Everyone, can you give me some water to drink?" the real dragon begged.

Unexpectedly, the group of people not only did not give water, but surrounded the real dragon.

"Hey, finally I got some business." The middle-aged man with a headscarf said, and then pulled out the bend from his waist. "Do you have money?"

The real dragon subconsciously became alert. "I brought it, but not much."

The man held out his hand and said, "Hand them all over."

Before Zhenlong could react, the magic bag on his waist was snatched away by another man.

I opened the treatment bag and dumped out all the contents. All sorts of supplies fell onto the sand.

"What is this for?" asked the real dragon.

"What are you doing? We are sand bandits!"

Just as Zhenlong was about to take back the magic bag, the man behind him put a scimitar on his neck and said fiercely, "If you dare to move, just try!"

The real dragon didn't dare to move. Money is just material possessions, so he just had to give them what they wanted. Saving his life was the most important thing, so he could only watch as the sand bandits looted all the valuables.

After sorting, coins, jewelry, and medals were taken away, but these things were dispensable to the real dragon. On the contrary, the seemingly inconspicuous "Phantom Summoning Talisman", "Resurrection Pill", "Love Moon Umbrella" and other rare treasures were discarded like garbage.

"Brothers, I have given you all the valuables. Can you give me a sip of water?" Zhenlong asked again.

Without saying anything, Sha Dao punched the dragon in the abdomen. The dragon could not stand the blow and fell to the ground in pain.

"You have the nerve to ask me for water with such a small amount of stuff? You useless trash!" As he said that, he kicked the real dragon hard on its back a few more times.

"let's go!"

Zhenlong had experienced too much humiliation, so he would not get angry because of the robbery by the sand bandits. On the contrary, he watched the bandits leave with a very calm look, and after they were completely gone, he slowly began to pick up the treasures that were discarded as "garbage". He ridiculed the bandits for being short-sighted, and any of the items they left behind were priceless treasures.

Without water or food, under the blazing sun, Zhen Long continued to walk for more than ten miles. His physical strength had reached its limit, and he could feel his legs gradually losing sensation and his injuries recurring. How long could he hold on?

The long desert, when will it end? Does God really want to bury me here? The real dragon couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh...

Not long after, due to long-term dehydration, hallucinations began to occur, and scenes of happy and beautiful scenes appeared before his eyes.

Feiya smiled and waved to him. "Er Shun, I've prepared a table of delicious dishes, come and eat." The table was filled with a variety of delicious dishes, and the irresistible aroma of meat wafted from the plates...

"Gray, you're tired, come over here and take a rest." Irene stretched out her arms and tempted him.

"Red Hair, let's go, let's have a drink together as master and disciple!" Master Baggio said, holding up the wine jug.

"Zhenlong, I'm in a bad mood. Can you stay with me for a while?" Haitang said with a long-lost smile.

Why are you all waiting for me? Yes, I am really tired and I really want to take a nap... The real dragon can no longer distinguish between the real and the fake, and he just feels that there are too many things in front of him tempting him.

Plop! He finally fell to the ground. I'm afraid he won't be able to stand up again.

huh... huh...

The wind and sand blew over the sky again, and soon swallowed up a tiny body in the sand.

How many people have died in the vast desert...

About two hours later, another group of passers-by passed by, a total of five women. They rode "Desert White Foxes", wore black and white robes, and had golden crosses hanging around their necks. They must be nuns from a monastery.

The white fox passed by the real dragon quickly, and because the real dragon had long been covered by thick sand, the nuns did not notice anything unusual.

At this moment, one of them seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped.

"Meishi, why are you stopping?" a nun asked. She had straight brown hair, a slender figure, and was about thirty years old. Her eyes were mature but also a bit pure.

The woman who stopped had long golden hair and beautiful eyes under her long eyelashes. "I don't know either. I just felt like I stepped on something."

The brown-haired nun looked back at the vast desert and said, "There's nothing. Maybe you're just too sensitive. This is weird. We combat nuns are all under the will of God and are naturally sensitive."

Meishi was still worried, so she simply jumped off the Desert Fox and walked back. The feeling was very strong, not the so-called sensitivity at all, she really stepped on something just now. She carefully searched the surroundings, and finally a slightly raised sand dune caught her attention. At this time, a whirlwind blew away part of the sand and dust on the sand dune, and half of a human arm was faintly visible. Meishi walked quickly and threw away the sand with her hands. After a while, a corpse appeared in front of her. "Sister, there is someone here!"

The brown-haired nun known as the head nun hurried over and worked with Mesh to drag the "corpse" out of the sand pit.

"The Real Dragon of Lier?!!!" Meish suddenly shouted in surprise.

"Do you know him?" asked the brown-haired nun.

Meishi nodded repeatedly. It was more than just knowing each other. They had practiced together at the Podor Academy.

The brown-haired nun felt Zhenlong's pulse and said, "May God bless him, he is still alive."

"I think I've seen this man before." Another nun suddenly said, "Could he be Lieyan?"

"Liyan's real name is Lier True Dragon. It's almost certain that he is the one." The brown-haired nun said. "Liyan is a warrior of our Middle-earth Alliance. We can't let him die here. Take him back to the monastery."

"My Father in heaven, may your name be glorified, may your kingdom come, may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. With the blessing of my Lord, the True Dragon of Lille will be free from disaster and be safe and sound, Amen!" Meishi gently tapped her forehead and shoulders with her fingers, making a prayer gesture. There are many rules for nuns, and they should always serve the Lord without any distractions, but now this is the man she has entrusted everything to. It has been several years since they left Podor, and she didn't expect to meet him in this place...

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The Shimizu family was known for its impenetrable defenses, and even had a dungeon where not even a fly could get out, but in the end, they let Lieyan escape right under their noses. The family leader, Shimizu Ichiro, was furious.

"Lieyan is a useless man now, why did you let him get away? You are a bunch of good-for-nothings! Good-for-nothings!" Ichiro pointed at the dark men and cursed, spitting everywhere.

After a while, none of the dark people dared to say a word. They knew that the master rarely got angry, and he didn't like to swear, because he had never encountered anything that would make him angry. This time, the master was completely angry.