Magical Strategist

I don't know how long they ran, but they saw a tied white horse not far from them. Only then did the real dragon know that he was finally going down the mountain.

"Hey, what did I just see scare you? Don't be so mysterious." Parker complained while breathing heavily.

Lille was also exhausted. He gasped and replied: "Then, that person is... Dao Dao Dao Dao, Dao Demon... Fafa Faramo..."

"You're kidding, it's impossible for the Sword Demon to come here, let alone sleep there. You must be out of sight." Parker mocked.

"Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway. It's just that it's a long story and I can't explain it at the moment. Let's not talk about it for now. The big noise just now will probably wake up Faramor. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go down the mountain quickly! "

Wow!

Just as the real dragon took steps, a gust of wind roared past.

The wind makes people shiver.

An ominous premonition arises spontaneously.

The real dragon became highly alert. Although he did not reach the level of listening to the toilet, at least he felt the murderous intention hidden in the gust of wind just now.

ah! Parker's pupils dilated and he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

The domineering and arrogant sword magic Ramo put the broken hair knife on Parker's neck without anyone noticing.

Faramor's sudden appearance left the real dragon at a loss. The originally pale face added a bit of white.

"Who are you, big brother... Also, could you please take the knife away first... I'm scared." Parker froze in place and didn't dare to move.

"The Burning Blade, Faramir." Faramor took off his straw hat, revealing his dark green skin, and said his name expressionlessly. His expression was serious, with a bit of murderous intent. Those red eyes seemed to be flowing with blood all the time.

Upon hearing this thundering name, Parker's legs softened and he almost fell down. "It's really a sword, the sword demon..."

Zhenlong originally thought that the blond boy was a man with strength and courage. At present, it seems that he is at best an embroidered pillow, just handsome and well-equipped.

What should you do if you suddenly encounter an incredibly strong enemy?

I'm afraid they can't count on anyone to save them on Mago Mountain, where they can't help but cry every day. And I am afraid that with my current strength, I can't even hurt Faramir's hair. The only result of a hard fight is death, so I have to find a way to escape.

"Brother Lear, help me, I don't want to die yet." Parker cried for help, looking as embarrassed as he could.

The real dragon thought hard for a while, but couldn't think of any good ideas. Since fighting head-on is not an opponent, there is no good idea to outwit him. Otherwise... "Don't be afraid! Brother Parker, you hold on for a while, I will go down the mountain to call someone!" "

"Lille! Don't leave!" Parker continued to shout.

If Faramor really wanted to kill, he wouldn't have given the two of them time to talk, he would have just killed one with a knife. The real dragon rolled his eyes, as if he understood something, and said bravely: "Brother Sword Demon, I have heard of your reputation for a long time. My brother, Soul Eater Piro, often mentioned you to me, saying that you are different from other orcs who are murderous. , never kill innocent people indiscriminately, you are the most respectable orc, forgive me for asking, what do you need from us when you chase us here?"

Faramor clearly remembered that seven days ago, it was this little guy who reversed the defeat of the Soul Eater at the critical moment. But now, facing Faramo, who was far stronger than him, he could still stand there calmly. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been so frightened that he would have been incontinent. The compliments from the real dragon made Faramor feel very comfortable. He showed a slight smile and then withdrew his spell-breaking sword.

Parker's face turned pale with fear, his legs softened, and he sat down on the ground.

The real dragon continued: "Whatever you need me to do, just ask me. As long as I can do it, I will do my best."

Faramor had no expression on his face and said coldly: "Is there anything to eat?"

"What?" Zhenlong's eyes widened.

It seemed that he was overthinking. He was also worried that Faramo would hold him as a hostage and force Piro to hand over the magic sword.

A quick calculation showed that it was already the seventh day that Faramor entered Mago Mountain. During the seven days, he relied solely on wild vegetables to satisfy his hunger. He had never eaten a decent meal. Now Faramor was already hungry. Maybe the real dragon would ask: With Faramor's strength, he can go into the city to eat and drink wherever he wants, who dares to ask him for money.

But Faramor is not as cruel as ordinary people imagine. He bears the glory of the Burning Blade clan. As the leader of the most noble and authoritative clan of the Orcs, he would rather starve to death than commit robbery and abduction.

The human race's evaluation of Faramor is this: he combines glory and mission, his personality is to be a loner, and his strong strength is his capital.

Is he considered righteous? No, at least he still serves the Beast King and serves as an important pawn in the Beast King's invasion of the human race.

Is he evil? No, he never kills innocent people indiscriminately.

The real dragon was speechless and said: "I don't have anything to eat with me, but you can go to the city to eat. There is a lot of food there."

Faramor closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and shouted: "No money."

It is also said that if you kill someone, you must pay for your life and for food. The Faramor in front of him is like a fierce tiger. If he is not given food, the real dragon's life will be in danger. But it is unbelievable to say that the majestic sword demon has actually been reduced to begging for food. This is too exaggerated. Treating him to a meal would save his life, it couldn't be easier.

The real dragon dug into his pocket and found that he still had 8 gold coins and 5 copper coins. Let alone one meal, it would not be a problem to eat fifty meals. "Let's go, I'll take you to eat. I remember that the braised beef noodles in a Fengsheng Noodle House are delicious. It is said that their noodles are made of the finest golden wheat and are full of toughness; the beef soup is made from carefully selected fine beef bones and ten I’ve eaten it made with six spices and it’s delicious.”

"Meat? Or beef!!!" Faramor swallowed and said, "Really?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's go!"

"go!"

The real dragon and Faramir actually came together, and Faramor was still happy with the real dragon.

Parker almost fainted at the sight. Anyway, he didn't know what tricks Lille used to trick Faramor around. Anyway, the red-haired boy saved his life. "Hey, wait for me~"

.........

After the three of them went down the mountain, Lille led them to the Harvest Noodle Shop.

Faramor just came to eat noodles and did not enter the city in a swaggering manner. He was wearing a straw hat and a cloak, covering his orcish physical features. Even the broken hair and crazy sword on his back was wrapped in a coarse cloth.

You know, orcs are never allowed to appear in human territory.

The three of them walked into the noodle shop and sat down at an empty table.

The waiter came over quickly: Sir, what do you want to eat? Oh, it's you, let me tell you, after eating one bowl of our braised beef bread, you still want a second bowl.

The real dragon smiled and said: "Yes, then give me another bowl."

Okay, wait a moment!

"Sword Demon, oh no, Brother Sword, you can eat it with all your heart, I will help you pay for all the expenses." The real dragon almost shouted out to Sword Demon.

Faramor replied: "The favor I owe you today will be repaid in the future."

I'll give it to you, as long as you lose the decisive battle with Brother Piluo three days later, thank God. "Brother Dao, there's no need to be so polite. This is what I should do." Zhenlong said duplicity.

Parker on the side couldn't get a word in. He was holding his chin, adjusting to the unnecessary role. Today he had a bad experience: he lost his wallet early in the morning, then he almost got into a fight with the noodle shop clerk while eating noodles, then he went up the mountain to pick Linzhi and came back empty-handed, and then he almost got knocked out by Faramo. Parker originally wanted to ride the little white horse home, but he was penniless and had no money to travel, so he followed him here.