Magical Strategist

Just as the two brothers were at a loss what to do.

Nature is angry!

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck down, leaving deep scorch marks on the ground.

In such a short time since True Dragon came to the top of the mountain, this was the fourth time he saw thunder and lightning falling from the sky. Is this a minefield? In other words, the soil in this area can attract lightning?

.........

Inside Dead Space.

The oxygen in the space became thinner and thinner, and Tober kept struggling. The knife was no longer a knife, but a piece of scrap metal that was being chopped randomly. The damaged wall could always be restored to its original state in an instant. The thin oxygen could no longer satisfy his breathing. There was a feeling of suffocation, a strong sense of suffocation, and Tober gasped for air.

At this time, the real dragon's voice came faintly from outside the space: "Tobo, do you want to die in there?"

Tober shouted: "Whoever wants to, let me out quickly."

"Want to know how to escape from the dead space?" the real dragon continued.

"Say it!"

For those who know Dead Space, it is not difficult to break this spell. Natsumi said anxiously: "Lil Dragon, take care of your mouth. This is a perfect opportunity to kill Tober."

Piro was originally hesitating whether to teach Tober how to break through the dead space. If Tober came out, the consequences would be disastrous. Unexpectedly, the real dragon had already made the decision for him. "Long, are you really confident you can defeat him?"

"Let's not talk about this for now. You just said that there is another way to break the dead space besides using fighting spirit to scare him outside the space. How about you teach him? Let him out."

Pirro knew his brother well and would never say such a thing before he had absolute confidence. "Have confidence?"

Um! The real dragon nodded and said with a smile: "Tobo, I can teach you, but you must call me grandpa."

Tober was furious. It was a great humiliation to be teased by Pillow last time. This time, another real dragon of Lille came and humiliated him in the same way. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it. No one wanted to risk his life. Tober gritted his teeth and shouted: "Grandpa!"

"How good." The real dragon smiled.

Pillow composed himself and shouted: "Listen, Tober, if you think of it, do as I say."

Natsumi was anxious and finally mustered up the courage to die with this beast. "Do not say!"

"Grandpa, say it, say it quickly." Tober glared at Xia Mei fiercely and said, "Smelly cousin, if you say anything more, I will let you die without a burial place."

Piro said: "To crack the dead space, first find the fulcrum of the space, which is the area above your head, find the center, and then try to destroy this fulcrum."

Tober was not stupid. He followed Piro's instructions and found the center point on the ceiling. He raised his sword and stabbed it.

Only two cracks appeared on the ceiling, and soon, the cracks spread to the entire "wooden house".

With a bang, the wooden house collapsed...

Dead Space has finally been cracked.

Tober seemed to have been given a new lease of life. He opened his mouth wide and breathed in the fresh air outside. This damn dead space almost suffocated him to death.

Not only was he physically traumatized, but mentally, his proud werewolf dignity was once again belittled. This is the second time in his history that he has called someone grandpa. After being humiliated in turn, Tober even had the idea of ​​​​killing people.

.........

"How are you?" Piro asked concerned.

"I'm fine." Natsumi looked weak with her head bruised and bleeding. She added: "Why didn't you let me die just now? Do you feel sorry for me?"

These words spoke to Piro's heart.

"Don't worry about talking about love. Haven't you seen the fierce look on my grandson's face?" Zhenlong said angrily.

Natsumi was obviously worried about the real dragon releasing Tobo. She said angrily: "Since he is your grandson, you can discipline him. What does it have to do with me? If it weren't for your bad mouth, I would have dealt with him long ago. Okay, you must be scared now."

This shrewish woman must be angry. If I hadn't come forward, you would have met the King of Hell long ago. Why are you dragging me? Zhenlong said: "Well, mistress, I need your help."

Natsumi was furious and shouted: "Say it again if you dare!"

During the quarrel, Tober was already striding over with a big knife.

"Let's not argue for now. Sister, use your wood magic to entangle him as long as you can." True Dragon said anxiously.

"You're a smart kid!" Although she couldn't figure out what card this kid was playing, Natsumi still obeyed. She waved her jade staff and once again displayed the wrath of the goddess of nature.

Tober, who was so angry that he didn't expect that this woman would do this again. He was tightly entangled in thorns. "It's this thing again!"

Natsumi had already consumed most of her mana in that desperate struggle, and now she was even more exhausted. "Kid, have you thought of anything?"

The real dragon looked serious and saw him quickly coming to the body of the werewolf warrior.

He reached out and grabbed the big knife on the ground.

Want to take the opportunity to stab me? Tober was certainly not afraid of such tactics. He glared angrily, and another circle of fighting spirit spread. "You can't even use a knife, but you still want to stab me?"

What real dragons are afraid of is this kind of fighting spirit that makes people unable to do anything. The big knife in his hand clinked and fell to the ground, followed by an inexplicable feeling of fear.

"Keep calm, don't be intimidated by this nihilistic momentum. If you want to be strong, you must resist the enemy's fighting spirit!" Piro encouraged again.

That's right, leaving Pachi City and following Piro to escort the magic sword through all kinds of hardships, isn't it just to hone yourself and become a strong person? If you can't even withstand the enemy's fighting spirit, what's the point of being strong? After hearing this, the real dragon's spirit doubled, he was in an uproar, and his silver fighting spirit burst out.

"Uncle Tuo, don't call yourself me in front of me, you are not worthy." The real dragon roared angrily.

The two strands of fighting spirit were rubbing against each other. Although Tober's fighting spirit was obviously stronger than that of the real dragon, waves of higher silver fighting spirit kept coming.

The real dragon calmed down, and the fear in his heart was reduced a lot. Pick up the big knife...

Come on, brother!

Tober's fighting spirit was like a strong wind, hindering the real dragon's progress. The real dragon took steps hard against the wind, and every step was extremely laborious.

"You think you can meet me like this?" Tober showed an arrogant expression. In addition to frightening the opponent, the fighting spirit of the orcs can also form an invisible shield. Only when the opponent's fighting spirit is equal to or one level stronger than Tober's, this shield will be suppressed.

It was obvious that the real dragon's silver fighting spirit was much inferior. When the real dragon walked five steps away from Tober, he could no longer walk. In other words, it is blocked by an invisible barrier.

"If you want to fight with me, you don't have to weigh your weight!" Tober laughed loudly.

Seeing the real dragon's embarrassed appearance, Natsumi couldn't help but say, "Kid, hurry up, I can't hold on anymore."

"Don't be distracted, try to entangle Tobo. The dragon must have his own ideas." Piro said calmly. For some reason, Piro firmly believed that the real dragon must have a way to defeat the enemy.

The real dragon stopped, his arm shook, and he swung the big knife towards Tober.

"It's useless. I've said it before. Use your ability to rest and meet me." As Tober exerted force on his lower body, another wave of fighting spirit spread out.

The oncoming knife fell to the ground two steps away from him.

The corners of the real dragon's mouth raised slightly and he snorted coldly. Then, he turned around and walked towards the body of another werewolf warrior and picked up the broadsword.

Everyone present was confused, especially Pirro. "Dragon, don't waste your energy needlessly."

The real dragon remained silent and continued to repeat the action just now: when he walked five steps away from Tober, he threw the big knife.

Three shots were thrown in total.

"That's almost enough!" The real dragon said to himself.

Tober was confused as to what the boy's purpose was. Taking a closer look, he saw that although the three swords around him were very cold, they posed no threat to him.

At this time, the real dragon of Lille looked up at the sky. Rain dripped into his eyes, making his gaze appear even brighter.

Maybe,

In the sky, there is the dawn of victory.

Because the top of the dark clouds is the sunshine!