Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

Samir chuckled.

Both he and Nuo Exiu knew the current situation well.Nuo Exiu knew that Samir could not stay willingly, and Samir also knew that Nuo Exiu could not let it go.Nuo Exiu, who was still very weak before, could do everything to make him stay. Now that Nuo Exiu has become stronger, he naturally thinks that he will not let Samir leave easily.

If Samir really doesn't like him, he will use some means to at least make Samir not like others, and then just stay by his side.

In a way, they do know each other very well.

After all, Samir had been with Nuo Exiu for a long time when he was a wolf cub.

Feeding him, taking care of his daily life, teaching him to learn, accompanying him in battle, all the material and emotional needs a cub needs, were given by Samir in that blocked tower.

"Actually, that's pretty good." Nuo Exiu looked down at Samir, his fingers brushed his chin, Nuo Exiu pressed against his forehead, and looked at him with long and narrow eyes.

"Samir, if you keep doing this, it will be fine if no one loves you."

……

While sitting in the carriage, the Eighteenth Prince flicked his tail uneasily. He watched Samir's expression and said, "Are you in a bad mood today?"

Samir came back to his senses and shook his head: "I was just thinking about something."

He leaned against the wall of the car, his eyes quietly staring ahead, completely immersed in his own thoughts, showing a vague sense of indifference.

The Eighteenth Prince had never seen him like this, and Samir was in high spirits most of the time, and he couldn't help guessing what happened to Samir and Nuo Exiu this morning—after all, in the Orc Empire, it was possible for Samir to have this kind of The one with the mood swings can only be Nuo Exiu.

The Eighteenth Prince felt a little uncomfortable, he had no idea what the value of sitting here was.After arriving at the arena, Samir put on his mask, turned to him and said, "Don't forget to press me to win."

"Okay." The Eighteenth Prince responded, feeling another breath from the congested chest.

After Samir entered the arena, the staff immediately greeted him and went to the special lounge. When Samir was preparing, the staff said, "Today is the promotion match."

Samir: "Well, what's the problem?"

"The promotion match will usually arrange for you a higher-ranked opponent. In this way, the game will be more exciting. There are many spectators who came to watch you play the promotion match today, so you must win."

Samir wondered if this guy was also betting on himself, he raised his head and smiled, the neck line was drawn very clearly and beautifully, the staff shook their heads, and Samir asked: "So, Who is the opponent arranged for me?"

The staff hesitated for a moment, and whispered in his ear: "Generally, you are not allowed to tell... Your opponent is a representative of the Nether Snake family."

Samir froze for a moment, and the shadow snake's figure quickly flashed in his mind.

It's him?

Samir asked: "Why did you arrange me and him? Didn't he represent the family?"

The staff explained: "He lost again later, and then the Nether Snake family gave up on him, so he participated as an individual player. One of you is a white mask who is always victorious and undefeated, and the other is a player who has been defeated and defeated repeatedly. You Ming Snake, this kind of contrast and conflict is still very eye-catching. Moreover, in the eyes of the audience, they may not necessarily think that you are better than him."

The latter sentence is to stimulate Samir.But the fact is also true. After all, Samir and the Nether Snake have different arena levels. Before being promoted, no matter how many games Samir wins, the audience's evaluation of him is limited.

The audience's interest in him still stays more on what is under the white mask and more direct desires.

Samir asked slowly: "Did he lose again...to whom?"

"You seem to be paying attention to him." The staff said casually, "I don't know, I haven't paid attention to him, he is an unremarkable player."

Will the Nether Snake lose to an unremarkable player?

Is he that kind of status player?The strength mainly depends on the state at that time?

So, is the Nether Snake a status player?

Samir clicked his tongue and pressed the wound on his arm. Black blood flowed out from the wound. He didn't notice it just now—or rather, he noticed it when he was completely unstoppable because of the previous attack of the Nether Snake. Can watch the little snake bite his arm and tear off a piece of flesh.

After the Nether Snake succeeded, he didn't show any expression. He was different from most of the arena players Samir had seen. Those people always had a bloody aura after frequent battles.The Nether Snake's mood is very flat, his expression doesn't make any difference when eating breakfast or spreading out.

But his methods are still vicious and vicious, and he is hard to guard against. Every move is a trap and a lore.

Especially after he activated the blood vessels.

Probably because of power like corrosion. This is the first time Samir has been slowed down in battle. The longer the time dragged on, the more he felt that his state was affected by the Nether Snake.

The wound was black due to the corrosion effect. Samir used a simple purification technique, but the purification technique did not work.

It seems that the poison of the Nether Snake cannot be dispelled by magic, it seems that the only way to get rid of the Nether Snake is before the poison spreads.

He raised his head to look at the Nether Snake, and found that there were layers of thin black threads around him, which were constantly extending outward. Those thin black threads were entangled with each other, like little snakes.

He couldn't see this thing before, Samir remembered what Nuo Exiu said, is this what he said to become stronger?

In the ensuing battle, Samir could clearly see that those thin black threads were pervasively trying to get into his body, but if he could see it, he would be better prepared.

Compared with those strange methods, the melee snake's melee ability is very weak. Samir rushed over to wrap his chain around his neck, and hit his knee against his spine. The ghost snake showed a painful expression, and he wanted to escape. But was completely restrained by Samir.

"Admit defeat," Samir said.

The Youming Snake's expression showed that he was suffering at the moment, but his voice was still very calm: "I can't lose this game."

Samir persuaded him: "You can win next time. If you don't admit defeat, I can only kill you."

The Nether Snake pulled the chain around his neck weakly with both hands, and said softly: "In this arena, haven't you killed anyone yet?"

Samir really only regards this as a competition. The two sides compare their strengths and then show them to the audience.Although most of the time, the players are dead hands, but at present, Samir's strength is still strong enough to completely suppress the opponent and make the opponent have to admit defeat.

Samir looked down at him, but the Nether Snake had already raised his hand, signaling that he would admit defeat.

His move was very unexpected, after all, the Nether Snake had never had the experience of admitting defeat before, either he won, or he would rather die than admit defeat.

The audience was in an uproar, and as the referee announced that the white mask had won, they were excited again.Samir's successful promotion shows that his strength is stronger than everyone imagined, he can go farther, and then he will encounter more dangerous opponents.

It was amusing to see such a white mask in the bloody arena, and they were already guessing who could defeat him, and looking forward to who would take his mask off.

When Samir returned to the backstage, the staff was very excited and said, "I didn't expect you to be so good that you can even defeat the Nether Snake. Don't look at him with a low winning rate and repeated defeats. In fact, we have a very high evaluation here. "

Samir asked, "Is there no one behind him now?"

The staff member said: "No, Sanren, after all, he is an abandoned child of the Nether Snake family, and ordinary people dare not directly express their support. Moreover, there is indeed no record on our side."

Samir snorted, buried his head and passed the staff, and was grabbed by the shoulders with both hands.

He looked up, and the Eighteenth Prince looked nervous, and asked eagerly, "I saw you were hurt."

After all, he was concerned about him, Samir smiled reassuringly: "It's okay, it's just a small injury on my arm."

The Eighteenth Prince spoke urgently: "Show me."

His red head hung down, his eyes were red, full of worry and anxiety, and his voice was trembling.Samir paused for a moment, and let go of the hand that had been covering his arm. However, the wound had stopped bleeding and turned a normal red color—those toxins disappeared inexplicably.

Samir himself was also surprised. He raised his arm and looked it over carefully. There was indeed no trace of being poisoned.

But at the wound, a faint blue-purple shimmer faintly flashed.

He wondered if Nuo Exiu's blood was at work, and persuaded the Eighteenth Prince: "Look, it's just a small injury, not bad from accidentally cutting your finger while cooking, and it will heal soon."

The Eighteenth Prince immediately said, "I'll ask the shaman to come and heal you."

Samir nodded. He had seen the shaman here heal other players before, but he hadn't tried it yet.

The Eighteenth Prince left temporarily, and Samir sat down. Among the crowded and chaotic crowd, someone walked straight towards him and sat beside him.

Samir turned his head and saw the ghost snake staring at him.

It's uncomfortable to be stared at by him, is it because there is no emotion in those eyes?Samir asked, "Do you need treatment?"

The Nether Snake raised his hand and placed his hand on the wound on his neck, where there were very obvious red marks from being strangled by the chain, and blood oozed out.His fingers are very slender, pale, and soft, like the remaining branches that have accumulated white snow in winter, and they will break if they are folded.

At this time, the eighteenth prince had brought the shaman over.

The Nether Snake stood up and left without saying a word.

The Eighteenth Prince asked the shaman to treat Samir quickly, and while looking at the shadow snake's back, he said, "I think he is very dangerous and not a good person."

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