Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

In the sky, countless crows formed a denser black shadow than the dark clouds, hovering continuously, with a huge momentum, covering the sky and the sun.Every crow here is almost the size of an adult human being, and when it spreads its wings, the gusts of wind can tear any creature into pieces.The rubble was rolled up by the gust of wind and turned into a deadly weapon, while Samir, Lan Luo, and the troubadour, Wei An, struggled to survive in this gust of rubble.

Lan Luo manipulated the wind in the air and flew towards Samir. The gravel was densely packed, but he couldn't touch him at all.Lan Luo formed a wind shield around Samir, and Samir raised his hand and threw an elemental shield at Wei'an.

Wei'an struggled to use his thin magic power and rusty levitation technique to avoid the broken stones in the air, and those broken stones flew towards him unceremoniously, smashing on the shield.Seeing that the shield was about to break, and the magic power in Wei'an's body was about to be exhausted, a thick darkness suddenly appeared behind Wei'an. The darkness seemed to be solid, and many chains protruded from it, knocking Wei'an into the air. The gravel around Ann.

Wei An fell towards the ground, and the chains rolled up the surrounding gravel, buffering him continuously, slowing down his falling momentum.One of the chains was wrapped around Wei An's waist, and with a flick of his strength, Wei An was thrown out of the tornado formed by the chaotic rocks.

At this time, Lan Luo finally rushed to Samir's side. In order to avoid hitting each other, he took Samir's hand.

"Let's go out too—!"

Samir shouted loudly, in this gust of wind, although Lang Luo was very close to him, he had to speak super loudly.

Lang Luo nodded, and opened his mouth to say something, but Samir didn't hear clearly at all.Then Lan Luo violently tore a crack in front, and Samir threw an elemental missile towards the back, pulling Lang Luo away from the tornado with the help of the reverse force.

They landed next to Wei An, and Wei An gasped and said, "It's amazing."

Samir: "Are you saying that this group of Black Scorched Crows are powerful, or are we powerful?"

As soon as Samir finished speaking, the crows hovering in the sky saw that they had successfully escaped from the tornado, roared, and rushed towards them.

The scene of groups of black scorched crows rushing down together was like a meteorite falling.A single Black Scorched Crow is already a level [-] high-level monster, but in front of them, there are tens of thousands of crows.

Samir jumped up, waved his staff, and unleashed a sea of ​​flames. Lang Luo kept drawing his bow and shooting arrows. Golden light shone among the crows. Each golden light could blow up several crows, forming a vacuum.And Wei An was protected by chains, and more chains protruded from behind him, throwing them towards the crows, a lot of blood splashed on the chains, like a silent and fierce death.

After fighting for a period of time, the crows, who had suffered heavy losses, did not retreat, but became more angry, and their offensive became more and more desperate.

"Langlo! Wei'an!" Samir took out a scroll from his arms. As soon as he finished speaking, Lanluo and Wei'an rushed towards him. Lanluo grabbed his waist, and Wei'an grabbed his shirt. horn.

Samir activated the scroll, and at this moment, a black scorched crow rushed towards him desperately, the magic scroll glowed white, and then they all disappeared in place.

Teleport scroll.

They showed their figures again, already thousands of miles away from the scorching crow's nest.

Lan Luo silently killed the black scorched crow that followed, Samir slowed down and sat down slowly leaning against him, while Wei An lay on the ground without hesitation.

Here is an ordinary meadow, and in the distance is a small forest, and the wind that blows through exudes a serene atmosphere.

Wei An also put his palms together peacefully, placed them on his stomach, and asked with his eyes open, "How did we break into a place like the scorching crow's nest?"

Samir hummed: "It's not because you went the wrong way?"

Wei An: "Who knew there was a space node there just now!"

Samir: "Your luck, I have indeed seen it."

Wei An: "Hehe, the last time I accidentally broke into the Endless Spire, it was your credit that I almost couldn't get out."

Samir: "Each to each other."

Wei An: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Wei An stretched out his hand, and Samir clapped his hands with him. After a crisp sound, the two lay side by side on the ground, looking up at the clear sky.

After solving the castle incident, Wei An said that he was going to Elf Island to learn the language and characters of the Elf.

"The poetry of elves has a high status in the history of literature. I have fallen into a certain bottleneck now, and those skills and experience can no longer help me improve. In order to become stronger, I must go to the island of elves. Learn the poetry of the elves, feel their words and rhythms."

And the reason why Wei An is in the Southern Alliance is because he needs to pass through here from the Northern Alliance to Elf Island.He set off early, basically after sending the manuscripts to Samir, he was ready to leave for Elf Island.He walked slowly all the way, recording the things around him while walking, and then used Vivienne's identity to attract some new audiences, so he happened to meet Samir and the others who had just left the Northern Alliance a few months later.

After hearing what Wei An said, Samir suggested that everyone should go together. It is very dangerous for Wei An to wander outside like this.

Of course Wei An was very happy, and the only one who was not too happy was Lang Luo.

Langlo thought it would be a trip with only him and Samir.

Afterwards, Samir saw how Wei An usually creates. It can only be said that he looks like a lunatic.In the morning, he was still happily saying that he had a new idea. In the afternoon, he covered his face and wailed and couldn't write any more. At night, he cheered up and started to write vigorously.In just one day, you can see his moods constantly changing, with more twists and turns than the plot twists in his stories.

Wei An also often harassed Samir about which word to choose for a certain place. Basically, he took two similar words and asked him which was better. Most of the time, Samir couldn’t choose, so he could only choose randomly one.Wei An was stuck in the tangle again, completely ignoring Samir's suggestion, and even most of the time, he said with a look of despair that he would abandon those two words.

He throws away far more content than he writes. Sometimes Samir can see the problem, and sometimes Samir just thinks that the writing is completely fine and wonderful, but Wei An will talk about his problems, and then Holding him and crying: "I can't write anymore, woo woo woo."

He writes every day. Sometimes just after the battle is over, he rushes to write down the experience just now. When it is even more extreme, he will sneak away during the battle and write down the inspiration secretly under the cover of the chain.Even when he was not writing, he was thinking for a long time.

Samir never thought that the life of a troubadour would be like this—of course, it might be that Wei An is weird.Wei An is sometimes very happy, but most of the time he is in the painful state of "no idea", "can't write it out", "write it out and tear it up".

Once, he saw that Wei An was fine in the morning. After he started to write, his face gradually turned pale, his hands and feet were trembling, and he was sweating all over his body. He was in a strange state of tension. Later, he even fell into a coma.

After Samir rescued Wei An, he said with lingering fear, "How did you pass out?"

"It's just a sudden dizziness, and I can't catch my breath." Wei An comforted him with a smile: "It's okay, it happened before, I'm used to it, and I'll wake up if I leave it alone."

"How could this be?" Samir said, "I always thought that it would be quite easy for you to be a troubadour."

Wei An shrugged: "It can't be easy."

"Haven't you already written a lot of stories, and they are all liked by everyone. Isn't this kind of thing the same as fighting? After you accumulate experience, it becomes easier and easier."

Wei An wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead: "But every time the enemy is different, and if the enemy is getting stronger, don't you have to learn from the beginning?"

Samir looked at him: "It looks very painful."

Wei An shook his head: "No, I'm very happy, even if I'm so nervous that I pass out, I'm still very happy."

Samir groaned slightly.

Wei An said with a smile: "You are the same, you do some things that are difficult for others to understand, but you know that you are happy."

Maybe that's why they became friends.

During this short time together, Samir and Wei'an got to know each other better, and their relationship developed rapidly.The two chatted together when they had nothing to do, while the elf Lan Luo and the half-demon Garcia watched them silently.

The wind blew gently across his cheeks, and Lan Luo sat beside Samir, shielding him from the glare of the sun.Samir was still thinking about how they got into the scorching crow's nest before, and why there was a space node in such an ordinary place!

After a few minutes of delay, Wei An asked, "Why didn't you take out the teleportation scroll earlier?"

Samir explained: "The teleportation scroll can only be used once in a period of time. Even if it is such a short-distance teleportation, I have already taken it out in the most extreme time. This is related to the law of time and space, and I can't help it."

Wei An was a little puzzled: "But I see some magicians who practice time and space, why can they quickly and frequently perform short-distance teleportation?"

"It's different. Time-space magicians and magic scrolls are of course different!" Samir sat up and slammed the ground hard: "Time-space magic is the most exquisite and amazing magic! However, time-space magicians The number of people is the least, don't you think magicians don't like it, they have no talent!"

"Whether it is the rules of time or space, only a very few people in each era can master them. They are the darlings of the heavens, and they are destined to exist differently from ordinary creatures after they are born!"

Wei An had never heard of this matter before, so he sat up and asked, "What about the legendary magician, he can't do it either."

"He is a genius on the other hand, and he can also use some time-space magic, but he is still better at mind-type magic." Samir said with emotion: "He is different from ordinary people. If he has no talent, he will use another kind of magic." The method is to master the magic of time and space."

"what way?"

"Wisdom." Samir met Wei An's eyes of "what are you talking about", and said seriously: "Do you know the word that man can conquer nature? If there are some inherent rules in this world, Rodster is definitely the only one who can Someone who breaks these rules. I've met a lot of people with different personalities and different ideas, but no one like him, strong-willed, clear-cut goals, he can pay any price for what he wants to do, this kind of person, I really think It's hard to imagine him failing."

Wei An: "..."

Samir, turn around and look at Lan Luo's expression!The more you talk about it, the more terrifying his eyes become!

"Really?" Wei An asked cautiously.

"I quite admire him." Samir stood up and said, "The main reason is that the dreams of people like legendary magicians are different from ours."

Wei An faced Lang Luo's extremely cold eyes and asked curiously, "Why is it different?"

Samir said: "Look, your dream is to become a very powerful troubadour, and write even more powerful works, right?"

Wei An: "Almost."

Samir: "My dream is to travel all over the continent of Redrass. It would be even better if I could go out."

Wei An: "I thought your dream was to have several victims of each race in Redras Continent."

Samir looked at him blankly: "The victim?"

Wei An quickly waved his hand: "It's nothing, I'm talking nonsense."

Samir knew that he must be slandering something in his heart. There are always more bad things in the bard's stomach than good things.

"But Rodster's dream is to change the meaning of magic."

"What does it mean?"

"Magic is still used for combat most of the time, and occasionally facilitates the life of a magician." Samir said: "But Rodster wants to do more, freeing the power to use magic from the hands of magicians. Of course, It's just some small magic like lighting and quick steps."

"This level is simply not comparable to us."

Wei An thought for a while, and his thoughts ranged from "Is this actually possible?" to "Why did he do this?" to "The Mage Association has indeed undergone some reforms in recent years." Finally, the thought in his mind was "How do you knew".

"How did you know?"

Wei An thought he had accidentally expressed his thoughts, but when Samir turned his head to look back at Lan Luo, he realized that the question just now was actually asked by Lan Luo with a calm face.

Talking about the former victim in front of the current victim, only Samir can do it!Wei An thought to himself, but these victims can't say anything yet, Lang Luo, you are so tangled up like that, and you still have to put on a nonchalant expression.

"After all, I stayed in Xuelin White Tower for a while, and Rodster never kept it from me." Samir explained seriously: "The research goal of the entire White Tower is actually centered on the will of the tower owner. , After reading too many reports, I know exactly what they are going to do."

After listening to it, Lang Luo was extremely entangled and hummed coldly: "It's really remarkable."

Samir smiled: "Are you not interested in this topic?"

Lang Luo shook his head silently, he just didn't want to hear Samir mention Rodster.

Samir asked, "Where is Langlo, is there anything you want to do?"

Lan Luo quickly had an idea in his mind, he nodded, and after a while, shook his head again.

"For the elves, most of them will take the survival of the elves as their survival goal." Samir said lazily: "At least the elves I have seen are like this. The elves are really a united race."

Lan Luo lowered his eyes: "Because it is difficult for the elves to survive..."

"Of course I understand. The reproduction of the elves is too special. There is no way." Samir said: "We also have a small number of dragons, but there are many internal species. We used to fight every day and consumed a lot of the same race."

"We seldom cooperate with each other. It is difficult for two dragons to get along well together, let alone unity or something. Everyone just wants to live a good life, eat, drink and play every day. None of the foreign races with ridges have any big ambitions."

Samir said: "I hope that the Dragon Clan can also unite a little bit."

Lang Luo whispered, "It's fine now."

Samir glanced at him, staring at Langlo's eyelashes and the corners of his eyes. The elf looked a little downcast, although not very obvious, but the light green eyes were darkened.

Samir thought to himself, would the young elves envy the freedom of the Dragon Clan?

Certainly not the older ones, who have fought for the Elves countless times throughout their lives, and have taken on difficult responsibilities, and have a deeper understanding of their own destiny, and to them the survival of the Elves is above all else.

"The elves and the dragons have similar but slightly different fates." Samir leaned over and looked up at Lan Luo's face from below. From this angle, the pair of eyelashes were more conspicuous, like a row of dense small fans. Covering Lang Luo's flustered eyes.

"Sa, Samir..." Lang Luo stammered and called him, but didn't know what to say.

In the past, Samir would hug and kiss him from this angle, the corner of the mouth or the eyes, Samir liked those places very much.

Samir smiled, stood up, patted off the leaves on his body, and said, "My space scroll is almost used up, let's go to the nearest town to replenish some."

Lan Luo stood up feeling disappointed, looking at Samir's back.

Wei An leaned over and whispered, "You should have seized the opportunity just now."

"What?" Lan Luo looked at him in surprise, never expecting that Wei An would take the initiative to say such things to him.

"Legendary magician, it's just a thing of the past. So what if he talks about it? Samir obviously has no other thoughts about that magician. Why don't you just take this opportunity to express your emotions and test him out?" Take a moment." Wei An said quickly and softly: "You are a pure blood elf, how can an elf lose to a human magician!"

It is true that some half-elves are biased towards humans, and some are biased towards elves. As a troubadour, Wei An naturally has a better impression of elves with beautiful words and legendary poems.

Lan Luo fell into deep thought temporarily because of his words, and Wei An hurried to the front after finishing speaking.

The place where they are at this time is a seaport city.

The city has a large area, and the port drives the economic circulation of the entire city.Countless large ships set off from the port day and night, transporting the goods of the human race out and bringing back the goods of the alien race.

This seaport city named Gray Feather City is the southernmost human city in the entire Southern Alliance. After leaving here, it is no longer the living range of the human race.

The sea area below the Southern Alliance belongs to the Kraken's sphere of influence, and further south is the Elven Island.There are some scattered islands in the middle, and the islands in the south are denser and larger in size, with various alien races living there.The Northern Alliance is different. There is only one route from the northernmost part of the human sphere of influence, leading to the Orc Empire.And the Orc Empire completely occupied the extreme north of Redras Continent.

"It's so lively." Samir walked on the streets of Gray Feather City. There are so many alien races here, more than any towns I've seen before. Although everyone has different shapes and temperaments, they are trying their best to communicate. .The Gray Feather City is also a city of commerce, a paradise for adventurers, and a favorite place for businessmen.Here, you can sell any difficult goods, and you can easily buy any goods, as long as you can afford the price.

Wei An frowned: "This is even more chaotic than the Northern Alliance's black market."

Samir said: "With so many races, it is normal to fight, but everyone has a sense of proportion."

During the short distance they traveled just now, there have been seven or eight conflicts, three or four of which have escalated into physical conflicts, and one of them has escalated into small battles.But everyone is really very measured, basically it's just blood, and no one has killed anyone yet.

So many races are mixed together, not to mention that each race has its own taboos. For example, some races like to use their tails to gesture, while another race thinks tail flicking is a kind of provocation. Coupled with the difficulty of language communication, it is normal to fight of,

The point is that everyone is very calm, they can even step over the bleeding wounded lying on the ground, Samir observes for a while, and finds that two knights in iron armor will come over soon, and take the unconscious man on the ground The guy was taken away, and the other instigator obediently followed.

"The folk customs are tough." Samir played with the metal cat in his hand, and said with emotion: "But the city lord here must have more tough tactics, otherwise he won't be able to suppress such a foreign race from all over the place."

At this time, they were standing in front of a toy stand on the street. The things on the toy stand were all small animals made of various metals.The cat in Samir's hand has very natural golden silk threads on its body. It looks lifelike from a distance, just like a real golden cat.

There are also two green eyes on the toy cat, which are inlaid with precious stones.

The stall owner was a lizard man with membranes at the tips of his ears, transparent webs in the middle of his paws, and four extremely long fingers. He was carving a new small animal.

After hearing what they said, the lizardman kept moving his hands, and asked, "Is this the first time for the guests to come to the City of Gray Feather?"

Samir smiled and said, "Yes."

"Our city lord, Atley Green, is indeed a remarkable guy."

The author has something to say:

Alignment is obvious!

Caesar and Ai Lu belong to the camp of legendary magicians.

Wei An, as well as the former elf young master, belonged to the camp of elf ancestors.