Magical Strategist

Fiya opened her backpack and saw that it was full of a bag of dresses and no food at all.

Zhenlong's face turned pale, and he said in a reproachful tone: "Why did I bring so many useless skirts? Do you want to eat them?"

Feiya blushed and said, "What should we do?"

"You ask me who should I ask? Aren't you always very resourceful? What do you think we should do?" Zhenlong asked.

"They're coming!" Fiya originally wanted to run away quickly, but the wolves swooped and surrounded the two of them.

The real dragon took out his staff and shouted: "Fight!"

"Are you crazy? Netherworld wolves are magic-defense monsters. We are still fighting for nothing. We will definitely not be able to penetrate their skin!" Feiya said.

"That's not necessarily the case!" The real dragon roared, and silver fighting energy burst out of his body.

Feiya was shocked when she saw the situation. When did this guy upgrade to Silver Dou Qi?

The real dragon warned: "Leave these guys to me, and run away as soon as you get the chance!" To be honest, the real dragon himself didn't know if he could withstand this group of magic-defense monsters.

Feiya originally wanted to take out her weapons and fight with the real dragon, but she was obviously no match for her lack of fighting spirit. In the end, she chose to give her life to Lille. Feiya used to protect the real dragon, but it's different now.

She didn't know where the faith came from, but Feiya believed that Lear would be able to protect her.

The real dragon roared angrily, and his silver fighting spirit surged. Feiya on the side could clearly feel the power of this fighting spirit, and his pink dress swayed under the impact of fighting spirit.

The real dragon swung his staff fiercely and threw out a fireball.

The fireball accurately hit a ghost wolf, and with a howl, a big hole was pierced in the belly of the ghost wolf.

Seeing their companion fall, the other wolves rushed towards him one after another.

At this time, the real dragon is no longer what it used to be. His magic power is enough to kill the ghost wolf instantly with one blow. After several fireball spells were cast, another group of wolves fell. Seeing that he had become so much stronger overnight, the real dragon couldn't help but feel proud.

"Er Shun, help!"

Suddenly, Fiya shouted from the side.

When the real dragon came back to his senses, he saw that his eldest sister was surrounded by six wolves.

Smelling the fragrant smell of meat, what a delicacy this is, sticky liquid flowed out of the Nether Wolf's mouth.

The real dragon turned around and rescued without saying a word.

The wolves were too close to Feiya. If they used fireball attacks at will, they would definitely hurt Feiya while killing the wolves.

I saw the Nether Wolf sticking out its long tongue and licking Feiya's calf, and the other ones opened their mouths as if they were ready to bite at any time.

The real dragon threw away his staff and flew towards the wolf pile. At this critical moment, this may be the best way to rescue Feiya.

Feiya's body sank, and it turned out that the real dragon was pressing on her, protecting Feiya with his flesh and blood.

"Er Shun..."

"Do not talk!"

Suddenly, Zhenlong felt a heartbreaking pain on his back.

One of the wolves had scratched the real dragon's back with its fangs as sharp as a knife. For a moment, blood flowed down the back.

Then, the real dragon's thighs and arms were bitten one after another.

The strong smell of blood drove the wolves crazy, as if they had not tasted this delicious food for a long time.

The Nether Wolf became more and more crazy, and the real dragon's body was soaked in blood. The red liquid flowed down the real dragon's body and onto Fiya drop by drop. Feiya felt waves of coldness on her chest, abdomen, and legs.

Although the pain was heartbreaking, the real dragon gritted his teeth and did not make any screams. He had long lost his self in his mind. In order to give Feiya the courage to live, he endured such a traumatic and painful feeling.

When Fiya saw the twisted face of the real dragon, it was not difficult to imagine the feeling of having the skin scratched by the fangs. Fiya's tears burst out, and she shouted loudly: "I'm not related to you, why do you want to save me?" .”

The two men who risked their lives to save her were Grandpa Nuka and the other was the True Dragon of Lille. Nuca blocked the tauren's war club for her. The reason was simple, because they were grandfather and grandson. What about the real dragon? There is no blood relationship at all, they are just classmates, friends, and childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

The real dragon lost too much blood. He vaguely saw the girl who was just a few inches away from him crying for him. He said intermittently: "I don't like to owe favors. You have helped me many times. This time, I will help you. We are evenly matched."

Her body was soaked with Lille's blood, and Feiya choked and shouted: "Idiot, idiot, big idiot..."

The real dragon said feebly: "And, um, I, I really didn't intentionally peek at you, believe me."

How long have you been talking about this? Feiya said repeatedly: "I believe, I believe..."

The real dragon actually smiled slightly, and then knelt down next to Feiya.

If Lear is eaten, he will be next. The survival instinct made Feiya choose to fight for a while.

Just when Feiya was about to take out the magic flute, she heard several screams of "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

Seeing the sudden enemy, the wolves turned around and surrounded Bai. But for Diao Bai, dealing with the Nether Wolf is nothing more than a warm-up exercise.

With the flash of swords and the shadow of swords, the wolves soon fell to the ground, with corpses everywhere.

My God, how could this happen! Piro heard the sound of fighting and ran back in a hurry. When he saw the real dragon lying in a pool of blood, he was furious and violently tortured the corpse of the Nether Wolf on the ground. As a result, he refused to give up until he blasted the corpse into ashes.

"Er Shun, wake up quickly." Feiya used medical skills to provide emergency treatment to Lille. "If you hadn't saved me, you wouldn't be like this. I don't allow anything to happen to you, and you must not!"

Maybe when the pain reaches a certain level, you will naturally not know the pain. Zhenlong only felt cold all over, as if he had just taken a cold shower. He was confused and vaguely felt someone pushing him and shouting at him.

"I will never hit you or scold you again. As long as you wake up, I will agree to whatever you ask for. Please, wake up quickly." Feiya kept calling.

It was a mess, and everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

Piro hurriedly dug out a bundle of bandages from the surgery bag. Yinghuo also helped bring a bucket of water over. Piro first tore off the real dragon's tattered clothes, and then wiped his wounds with a wet towel.

There are a total of 11 large and small injuries on the real dragon's back, thighs, waist, and arms.

After wiping, Piro simply tied the wound with gauze. Just when the gauze was tied up, it was soaked with blood.

"What should I do? I just can't stop the bleeding!" Piro was very powerful in combat, but medical treatment was his Achilles' heel.

Yinghuo rolled her eyes and said thoughtfully, "Use your medical skills quickly."

Piro shook his head and said: "He is too seriously injured and medical skills are no longer effective."

Yinghuo said: "Try to double the effect of the medical technique."

Piro patted his head and said, "Yeah, why didn't I think of that!" Piro suddenly realized that using the Six Realms of Magic Soul can enhance the effect of medical skills.