Magical Strategist

The real dragon was pushed down the secret passage. He didn't want to be the only one to "escape", so he kept hitting the stone slabs blocking the secret passage, smashing his fists and shouting his throat, but still no one responded. He had no choice but to walk down the inclined stairs.

Meishi said that this secret passage leads to the bottom of the mountain. However, there was no light here, and it was pitch black in front of him. The real dragon had to rely on his own senses, and he stepped slowly and carefully on the cold stone steps.

Half an hour passed, and there was no exit. The surroundings were still dark and silent. In such an environment, even the most powerful people would feel inexplicably irritated and fearful, let alone a real dragon that had lost its power.

After a while, he heard a subtle whirring sound in his ears, like the sound of cold wind blowing, or like someone whispering. He couldn't be sure whether it was a real sound or an illusion. His scalp began to numb, his legs began to tremble, and his hands began to get cold, all the way to his back. For the first time, he felt real fear.

Is it leading to the foot of the mountain or to hell? Why is it so frightening? The real dragon even began to wonder if Meishi was deceiving him and harming him. Was Teresa's kindness to him just a pretense? Was there another intention? Not long ago, the Thunder Emperor saved him at all costs. Was it really for the future of the Light Group? Was there another purpose? As the hallucinations in his ears became more and more obvious, his consciousness became blurred, and he became suspicious.

"Impossible! How could I doubt them? Meishi, Sister Sha, Emperor Lei, and Master are all my benefactors!" Zhenlong shook his dizzy head fiercely, wanting to get rid of this suffocating illusion. Unable to control his own brain, unable to control his brain's random thoughts, how many times did he want to go back the same way, or even want to hit his head against the stone wall beside him and die.

After two full hours, the dragon was exhausted physically and mentally, and it felt like he had been through a long battle. Thinking back to the toughest battle he had ever experienced, which was a thousand rounds of fighting with Ivan, he was not this tired. What kind of magic did this small secret passage have that made it so hard for him to persist?

He gritted his teeth and walked a little further. Finally, he could no longer resist the endless anxiety and fear in his heart, his legs suddenly became weak, and he fell headfirst.

Plop, plop, plop, the real dragon rolled down the stone steps. On the way, he didn't know how many times he hit the rock wall and how many wounds he got. He just felt pain coming from all over his body... He rolled all the way to the bottom of the secret passage and fell heavily to the ground.

"Finally, is it over?" The dragon was bleeding from his mouth, and there was not a single intact part of his body. He lay flat on the ground, gasping for breath.

After a short rest and regaining some strength, I continued to look for the so-called "exit".

After a while, a shining light appeared in front of him. The light was not very strong, but it could accurately point the direction. After walking a few steps, a beam of dazzling light shone on the face of the real dragon. That was the dazzling sunlight from the outside world!

Finally, I can get out of here! The real dragon strode quickly through the exit.

"It is indeed at the foot of the mountain!" Zhenlong smiled in surprise, forgetting the pain in his body for a moment. "What happened to me just now? Why did I have so many random thoughts in my mind? Was it an illusion caused by fear?"

The real dragon couldn't help but look back at the exit behind him, but unexpectedly, such a large exit disappeared out of thin air!

"Impossible! I clearly came out from here, but where is the entrance?" Zhenlong stared at a smooth bluestone in front of him for a long time. Suddenly, the bluestone emitted a faint white light, and four lines of words suddenly appeared: God's Footprints, God's Will, God's Protection, Gods Return! He blinked in disbelief. Strangely, after experiencing the disaster just now, he felt that his heart became extremely cheerful, as if his soul that had been bound for a long time was suddenly released, and all the sadness, troubles, anxiety, confusion and other unstable factors disappeared without a trace, replaced by the excitement of rebirth after death.

"Okay! Cheer up, Lil Dragon. Now, there are great things waiting for you to do! So what if you have no mana? You can do it, you can definitely do it!" The Dragon clenched his fists and encouraged himself. Finally, he rode the Phantom and left Mount St. Bernard.

Brothers of the Light Group, I'll come to you right away!

The Phantom knew that its master wanted to reunite with his comrades as soon as possible, and it also became excited.

The sun sets and rises again...

Running and singing along the way, a red-haired man and a white lion...

Mountains, forests, villages, and wastelands passed by like flowing water.

In the blink of an eye, it was five days later.

The real dragon came to a large city called "Pompeii". He didn't want to stay here, but he faced a serious problem: a few days ago, all the valuables on him were looted by the sand bandits. He couldn't do it without money. It was thousands of kilometers away from the destination, New Delhi, and he couldn't finish this journey without enough food.

So, how can we make some money in a short time? With a little thought, we can find a solution.

Pompeii is one of the richer cities in Lausanne. It has a dense population, a developed economy, and many upper-class people live here. The most famous one is the legendary figure of the Middle-earth Alliance - Marquis Kokla.

Before entering the city, as the world's top fugitive, Zhenlong carefully disguised himself. He had massacred hundreds of people from the Qingshui family. What a serious crime! The resolute people would come to the door at any time.

Before entering the city, he had red hair, a red cape, a black outfit, and a rattan hat, all of which told others that Lieyan was here. After entering the city, he was dressed up as a handsome bard, wearing a beige shirt, tight coffee-colored trousers, and a black tie at the collar. In order to completely conceal Lieyan's identity, he put on a golden wig. At first glance, he looked elegant and noble, and he really had the flavor of a poet. Zhenlong felt that this outfit was not perfect enough, because a bard is different from an ordinary poet. A bard not only needs to recite poems and compose fu, but also needs to perform and play musical instruments, using poetry and music to bring the audience into a dreamy world.

In order to make money, the performance must be outstanding. So he bought an old guitar with the few silver coins he had left. The instrument of the bard is usually the violin, and the sound of the violin can quickly bring people into the mood. However, some romantics will choose the guitar, and the simple and pure sound of the guitar can also bring people aesthetic enjoyment.

As soon as he said it, the real dragon chose the "Marquis Square" in the center of Pompeii as the performance venue. There was a fountain in the center of the square, which was the most crowded and lively place.

Holding his guitar, he found an empty space and sat cross-legged. The moment he sat down, he felt an indescribable sense of shame. Isn't this just performing in the street?

To put it nicely, a bard is a kind of poet. To put it bluntly, he is a beggar who sells his skills! Who cares? As long as I can make money, what's the big deal! Zhenlong comforted himself.

He got ready, and plucked the strings... The sound of the guitar rang out, a country folk tune with a unique charm. Perhaps the people in Pompeii had never heard such a unique melody, clear but not bland, and lingering in the air.

Soon, many passers-by gathered around. They looked at the bard sitting on the ground with admiration. He had long blond hair, a tie, and was gentle and elegant. A few minutes later, the song was finished and the onlookers applauded in unison.

"It's so beautiful! I've never heard such a beautiful melody. Please play another song for us!" A man's voice came from the crowd.

"Yes, this time we have to play and sing at the same time." came the woman's voice.

Zhenlong was a little embarrassed. Although he was somewhat proficient in singing while playing the instrument, and had sung for Lina many times before, it was his first time to sing in front of so many people. Looking at the expectant faces of the crowd, he was determined not to pay if he didn't sing. He had no choice but to make a fool of himself.

He plucked the strings of the guitar again, used his magnetic voice to sing a song that no one cared about.

At this time, a white-haired old man wearing reading glasses in the crowd said intoxicatedly: "This young man is really good. Not only does he play the guitar well, but his voice is also very distinctive, powerful and full of vicissitudes. I have been engaged in music for decades, and such a talent is rare!" After muttering for a while, he was the first to stand out from the crowd, took out a blue diamond from his pocket and placed it in front of the real dragon.

Someone gave alms, and a large sum of money, and Zhenlong quickly nodded to express his gratitude.

The old man smiled at the real dragon, turned around and left without staying for long.

Someone took the lead in giving alms, and the onlookers also sent coins. Seeing more and more gold coins on the ground, the real dragon sang two more songs. In less than an hour, the gold coins in front of him had become a thick pile.

"Thank you, thank you everyone!"

After all, I am not a full-time bard, so I can't sing all day. After singing a few songs, my throat became dry and I had to stop to rest.

Finally, the audience finished appreciating the music and slowly dispersed, leaving Zhenlong to put coins into his magic bag. He thought: The people of Pompeii are really rich, they give several gold coins at a time, and that old man even gave diamonds! This money is enough for travel expenses. Zhenlong was full of joy, and the magic bag stuffed with coins was heavy.