Magical Strategist

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly." Zhenlong helped Yinghuo to the chair. "Store, please bring some bandages to stop the bleeding."

Judging from the wounds, he must have been injured by a sharp weapon. The real dragon took the bandage handed over by the store and quickly bandaged the wound on Yinghuo's hand.

After taking care of the injury, Yinghuo took a moment to rest and said: "I was following a mysterious man. Why do I call him mysterious? Because I couldn't find the characteristics of a living person on him. I'm sure he was a dead body. Later, my whereabouts were exposed , he swung a sword at me without saying a word. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise the sword would never have just hit my hand. Then I exchanged more than fifty moves with him. It can be said that I had used I tried my best, but this man could easily block my attack. Until the sound of fighting attracted a lot of onlookers, and the man ran away when he saw that the situation was not going well. It was really amazing, his early warning ability, combat ability, and reaction His abilities are all top-notch, and he also has the unique art of escaping from the ground. Without further ado, we have to get out of here quickly."

After listening to Yinghuo's description, Lille analyzed: "If I remember correctly, with your skills, you can destroy an elite werewolf warrior in twenty moves, but this person can fight you in more than fifty moves and take up more than fifty moves." Shangfeng, so he at least has the strength of the werewolf Tober. But are you sure this person is coming for us? Is it a misunderstanding? "

Yinghuo kept shaking her head and said: "Absolutely not, he is not a human being at all!"

The real dragon retorted: "This is not surprising. You are not human either."

Yinghuo added: "Based on my intuition as an intelligence specialist for many years, this person must be coming for us, no, he is coming for the magic sword."

The real dragon has realized the potential crisis. The incoming enemy may not be able to defeat them, so he can only make a decisive decision to evacuate.

Zhenlong and others hurriedly packed their bags, checked out and left.

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Leave the city limits of Spencertown and enter the suburban lanes. Under the dim moonlight, a group of people walked on a winding path covered with weeds. This road has three twists and turns and ten steps, like a maze.

"Er Shun, where are we going in this wilderness? We can't stay in a good hotel, so we have to spend time in a place like this, really." Feiya couldn't help complaining.

Mr. Parker seconded: "I agree. You are too cautious. How could the enemy launch an attack blatantly in the city? Furthermore, I am not afraid even if they really come. When that time comes, I will definitely use this insect sword as a weapon." They sing the song of death.”

"Come on, young master, stop yelling like a coward who ran away from battle." Feiya said with disdain. "Er Shun, what's your plan? Our aimless escape is not an option."

The real dragon stopped and said: "Plan? Of course not. Brother Piluo is not here, so we can only try to avoid conflicts with the enemy. Yinghuo's skills should be the strongest among us, right? Even she can't beat us, let alone us?" "

Feiya looked at the injury on Yinghuo's hand and said, "Who is this guy from? Is he really that powerful?"

The real dragon glanced at Carter. As an undead, Carter had the right to express himself.

"He is the only one among the Zerg who is proficient in the art of escaping from the ground. If my guess is correct, the one who attacked Yinghuo should be one of the top three Zerg armors, Li Jia." Carter said coldly.

"It's just a beetle, isn't it very strong?" Parker said contemptuously.

Carter continued: "As far as I know, the Lijia Zerg is the confidant of the Holy King Aludiba. He is not only superior in strength, but also has the highest wisdom of the Zerg."

Hearing this, Feiya said: "But I don't understand. Aren't you undead afraid of this sword? Wasn't the Dread Demon King destroyed by the magic sword last time?"

Carter shook his head and said: "If we insist on making a distinction, the Zerg are not undead, they are a race under the undead. It is true that the magic sword has a powerful dispelling effect on the undead, but to the Zerg, the magic sword is nothing more than a piece of scrap metal."

Is there such a thing? Feiya felt goosebumps all over her body.

"So Brother Carter, what do you think are our chances of winning if we meet this guy named Li Jia?" asked the real dragon.

Carter fell silent, his silver-white hair covering his eyes, as if he was deep in thought. After a moment, Carter said: "I will not let him hurt my companions."

companion? It is absolutely rare to hear the word "companion" from Carter's mouth. The real dragon looked at Carter with surprised eyes and said, "Brother Carter, it seems that you have fully integrated into our team."

Carter returned to his usual coldness, and he said calmly: "You are overthinking. I am just completing the task ordered by the general."

Getting back to the topic, at this time, Yinghuo suddenly hissed. The hearing of elves is much better than that of humans, and the pointed ears of fireflies seem to hear subtle sounds. "Someone is coming." Yinghuo called softly.

"Hidden!" The real dragon motioned for everyone to get down. Just listen to a sound of footsteps approaching from far away. Judging from the footsteps, there were about five or six people coming. The real dragon frowned, feeling a sense of crisis.

Is it Zerg?

So fast?

In the dark night, dotted with stars, I saw five agile figures walking towards me.

The footsteps got closer and closer, until they were thirty steps away, and the real dragon saw their faces clearly.

Blood elves!

These people are dressed very similar to Luna's group, wearing silk robes and wearing short swords at their waists. Could it be that Yue knew she was in danger and personally brought people to support her? Impossible, Yue and the others are far away in Winnie City, at least half a month's journey from here. Moreover, these blood elf true dragons have never been seen before, unlike Yue's men. Who are they? Friend or foe?

As the group of blood elves approached, the real dragon felt shortness of breath and tightness in his chest, a feeling he was all too familiar with. Although the real dragon holds an earth-shattering staff in his hand to resist the shock of fighting spirit, he can still vaguely feel this sharp source of essence.

Carter and the others would not feel comfortable if the real dragon was like this. Feiya, who had a low level of cultivation, could no longer bear the oppressive feeling of death.

Oddly enough, Coward Parker didn't react as strongly as the others. I saw his eyes calmly observing the five blood elves in front of him.

"Xiao Shulan, Miss Xiao, you are well." A magnetic bass sounded.

Yinghuo neither hid nor hid. This figure, this voice, this face, no one knew his identity better than Yinghuo. Beneath the long red hair is an extraordinary handsome face, with deep eyes that glow dark red like bright pearls in the dark night.

"It's you!" As usual, Yinghuo would become a nymphomaniac when she saw a handsome man. However, seeing the person in front of her, she was so abnormal.

Since they know each other, it means there is no danger. The real dragon on the side stood up and asked: "Yinghuo, who are they? Are they also Yue's subordinates?"

The real dragon looked up and down at the man who had just spoken. He looked quite talented. When the real dragon's eyes fell on the man's left hand, he couldn't help but tremble. He saw that the man's hand was wearing a heavy iron glove.

When the real dragon turned back to look at Ying Huo, his delicate face was already filled with tears. Having been with Yinghuo for so long, this was the first time I saw her cry. "Yinghuo, why are you crying?"

The man he wanted to kill in his dreams was standing in front of him, but the dagger at this time seemed extremely heavy. Yinghuo's trembling hands were unable to pull out the sharp weapon from her waist. She cried, crying without any cover. "In the end, you still chose to be the container of the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts, right?"

The man opposite nodded slightly.