Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

When Langlo woke up the next day, Samir was lying beside him.

Lang Luo recalled that last night, Samir fell asleep quickly, and started kicking him after falling asleep. This was a single room, and the bed was relatively small. Lang Luo was kicked for a long time, so he had to get out of bed.He sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, and was about to leave, but Samir pulled him down again when he was half asleep, hugged him tightly, and slept like this all night.

Lang Luo looked sideways at Samir. Samir was still in a deep sleep. He slept very peacefully, which was the envy of people with poor sleep quality.Lang Luo moved his body, and Samir grabbed him even harder, muttering: "Don't go..."

Lan Luo couldn't help smiling, and said softly, "It's time to get up."

"Sleep for a while..." After Samir finished speaking, he tilted his head and fell into a dream again.

Lang Luo gently raised his arm, carefully got off the bed, then opened the window, washed up and went down to ask the boss for breakfast.When he came back, he bumped into Wei An who was about to go out.

Wei An looked energetic, tied up his hair, and put on clean clothes. Seeing that Lan Luo was about to enter Samir's room with breakfast, he widened his eyes, pointed at Lan Luo, and said no for a long time. Speak up.

"You guys lived in the same room last night?" Wei An took a deep breath: "The progress is faster than I imagined."

Lan Luo: "...you think too much."

Wei An looked at the breakfast in his hand and shook his head: "Samir is still resting? Unexpected, unexpected..."

He shook his head and left. Lang Luo could probably guess what he was thinking, but he couldn't explain it.He opened the door and walked into the room. Samir was still sleeping. The sunlight poured in from the window and shone on his silver hair, almost gleaming.

Lang Luo felt at ease and happy as if the seeds were buried in the soil. He put the breakfast on the table, walked to the bed, and told Samir to get up.

Samir shrank in, avoiding the bright sunlight. He heard Lang Luo's voice in a trance, so he lifted the quilt and said vaguely, "You come to sleep too..."

Lang Luo didn't move, he kept this posture, although he didn't even open his eyes.

... simply can not refuse.

Lang Luo sat on the edge of the bed, covering him from the sun, and Samir changed into a more comfortable position and fell asleep peacefully.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, Lang Luo's raised eyelashes were particularly obvious, and the outline of his lips was like rose petals. He couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed his eyes, and then kissed the center of his brow.

Now Lang Luo probably understands Samir's thoughts. It is precisely because of the certainty of the relationship that he can kiss him so unscrupulously and express his heart frankly.

If such a kiss is lost due to temptation, the loss outweighs the gain.

At this time, Lan Luo was glad in his heart that he agreed last night, otherwise how could he have the right to kiss him today.

When he raised his head, Samir had already opened his eyes and said with a smile, "I was awakened by your kiss!"

Samir's eyes were shining brightly, even brighter than the Chuyang outside.He slept deeply and woke up quickly, almost no sleepiness at all.

Because it was so cute for him to say that, Lang Luo couldn't help laughing.

"Kiss again." Samir said with his head raised.

So Lan Luo lowered his head and kissed his eyes and lips, Samir suddenly stretched out his arms around his neck and brought him to the bed.

"Stop making trouble, it's time to get up." Lang Luo persuaded, but his tone was still conniving.

Samir narrowed his eyes, leaned on his shoulder, and whispered, "I'm so happy."

Langlo: "Huh?"

"I'm happier than yesterday." Samir said, "It still feels like I'm in a dream."

Lan Luo's heart was beating violently, and he hummed.

To him, it was more like a dream.

Samir finally got up, and he sat at the table, which was full of his favorite food.However, no matter what happens in Elf Island, there are not many big fish and meat, and most of them are vegetarian dishes.

While he was eating breakfast, Lang Luo was drinking dew on the opposite side.

With the appetite of a dragon, Samir stuffed a lot of food into his bottomless stomach. While eating, he watched Lang Luo sitting there with an elegant posture, drinking the dew without haste.He had eaten three plates of food, and hadn't finished drinking the glass of dew.

Samir couldn't help asking: "Can you really drink this?"

The elves consume a lot in a day, how can they survive by drinking only a glass of dew, Samir really can't figure out the reason for this.

Lang Luo put down his glass: "Almost."

Samir asked curiously, "Are other elves like this too?"

Lang Luo paused: "No."

Samir snorted. Isn't that true for other elves, but the two elves he knew, Atlans and Lan Luo, only drank dew, so he thought all elves were like this.

Or is it because Lan Luo is a disciple of Atlantis, so they have something in common in this regard?Samir didn't understand and asked, "But in this case, where do you replenish the energy you usually consume?"

Lan Luo frowned, thought carefully for a while, and then slowly said: "It didn't consume a lot."

For the ancestor of the elf, how long he slept was how much energy he accumulated, and what he consumed after waking up was less than one ten-thousandth of it.

Theoretically, he could not eat or drink, but he did it out of habit.

Of course other elves would not be like him, but the elves didn't consume a lot in the past. Their daily activities were singing, dancing, feeding unicorns, and doing some combat exercises.

Samir wanted to say that your habit is the same as that of the ancestor of the elves, but Lang Luo didn't seem to like him mentioning the ancestor of the elves before, so he swallowed this sentence, and said to Lan Luo with a smile: "Little fairy boy."

Langlo: "What?"

"The little fairy drinking dew, the character in Wei'an's book." Samir waved his hand: "It's not important, let's go to the fountain of life later?"

Although Lang Luo had great doubts about the name, Jing didn't ask, his curiosity was much less than Samir's.

After breakfast, Samir and Lan Luo went to the fountain of life. The little black dragon was still in a coma, but after Samir used the identification technique on him, he could see that his condition had improved significantly. About two months later, the little black dragon's soul And physical damage, probably can be fully recovered.

The fountain of life is really amazing. Although there are many treasures on Elven Island, the fountain of life is also talked about by adventurers.

Two months later, there will be the Divine Tree Festival...

Samir leaned on Lan Luo, thinking about the sacred tree festival in his heart. After a while, an elf came to Lan Luo and asked him to go to the meeting hall.

"I'm leaving," Langlow said.

Samir: "Do you have meetings every day?"

"Because there have been a lot of things recently..."

Now that the ancestor of the elves has returned, he naturally wants to participate in these affairs, and Lan Luo is not the kind of character who will put the elves aside and only think about falling in love.

"If something happens, don't let the patriarch and the ancestor deal with it, but instead keep calling you?" Samir patted his mouth: "Ah, sorry, I mentioned your master."

Lan Luo: "..."

Lang Luo's mood is extremely complicated. Of course it's good for Samir to stand on his side and speak for him, but he can't be happy when he talks about Atlantis.

"The patriarch and... the ancestors are also there." Lang Luo really couldn't call himself a master, even though Samir had the current cognition, it was completely confirmed and deepened by himself after the elder of the arbitration court made a wrong start A wrong result.

Samir sat beside the Fountain of Life, raised his head and said, "Then go quickly, I'll wait for you here."

Lan Luo's eyes darkened, and he whispered, "Okay."

Samir suddenly raised his hand to press the back of his neck, pressed his upper body down, and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go!" Samir said with a smile.

Lang Luo can be said to have fled in despair.

Samir watched his back as he left, and leaned against the stone to think for a moment. Wei'an was writing a new story, and Lan Luo also had a lot of work after returning to the elves, and he couldn't be idle anymore.

He picked up a branch at random, and then drew a few strokes randomly on the ground.

It was a simple third-level magic formula.

[Primary Life Fusion].

The biological magic that Rodster had studied carefully, Samir assisted the legendary magician at that time, and also helped to write the report as a test product. He participated in the whole process of the birth of [Primary Life Fusion], so he knew this biological magic well. quite deep.

A biological magic that can achieve true consciousness fusion with plants can almost be regarded as creating a new field.And every new field is waiting for countless magicians to dig and explore.

Samir thought to himself, I should be considered to have a little bit of talent in biology magic.

He was able to use [Elementary Life Fusion], and Rodster taught him this magic immediately after he successfully developed it and stabilized the effect.Taught by the creator himself, Samir has a deeper understanding of this magic than ordinary magic.

I don't know how far this magic has developed now. After all, Rodster named it [Elementary Creature Fusion], which means that there may be intermediate and advanced levels in the future, but Rodster is also very busy, and the biology department The progress of magic research has always been very slow, maybe it is still at the elementary level.

I went to the pier this afternoon to have a look. There are also deals on magic books at the pier. After all, there are many adventurers and businessmen from the Northern Alliance. From them, you may be able to get news about this magic.

The reason why Samir thought of [Primary Life Fusion] was because of what Lang Luo said last night, they could not find the real cause of the elf mother tree.

Samir thought at the time, why not ask the elf mother tree directly.

……

When Lang Luo entered the meeting hall, the patriarch and four elders were already sitting inside.When he appeared, their eyes fell on him, Lang Luo lowered his eyes and walked to his place. When he sat down, his figure was stretched, his blond hair became longer, and his pupils became a deeper emerald green , the facial features are clear-cut, and the temperament is cold and quiet. It has broken away from Lan Luo's youthful atmosphere, like a big tree that has grown from ancient times.

"Lord First Ancestor." The patriarch and elders stood up and greeted him.

Atlans raised his hand, signaled them to sit down, and said, "About this month's trade volume and resource consumption..."

The meeting lasted for a long time. In addition to counting the expenditure and income of Elven Island this month, the economic sources were also divided. Several elders performed their duties and discussed from their own perspectives about the development of Elf Island since it was opened during this period. Variety.Beyond that, there are a lot of issues to deal with.Elder Nei Suting and another elder still disagreed with the opening of Elf Island, and there was no result in the discussion on this point.

Elder Nei Suting also raised the issue of the elf mother tree, thinking that it was because of the opening of the elf island that foreigners could take advantage of it.Before solving the problem of the elf mother tree, he absolutely does not support the excessive communication between the elf island and the outside world. Another elder blamed his negligence for causing the problem of the elf mother tree, but now he wants to shift the responsibility to trade.

The two sides quarreled while talking, which was rare in the past, because there is generally nothing wrong in the Elf Island, and everyone's personality is relatively gentle. The relationship between the elders is also very harmonious, and there are few disputes, let alone in The meeting hall was full of noise.

Atlans rubbed his eyebrows, and the patriarch announced the end of the meeting in due course.

The patriarch of the elves is a very mature and reliable elf. He was the one who resisted all opinions and opened the elf island. It can be seen that he is also a very thoughtful elf.

After the elders left, the patriarch brought a glass of dew and put it in front of Atlans, saying, "It's hard work, Mr. Patriarch."

Unlike the general elves who respect the ancestors of the elves, the patriarch has been very casual when facing the ancestors of the elves since he was a child. Atlans can also be regarded as watching him grow up, from the elves on the tree to the current patriarch of the elves.

"The initial honeymoon period has passed." The patriarch said with emotion: "Now there are more and more conflicts between the elves and the foreign races. The elders probably have never been so busy in their lives, so their tempers have grown."

In fact, he was speaking for a few elders in the open and in the dark. After all, when they got excited just now, they even forgot that the ancestor of the elves was still here.

Atlans didn't mind this kind of thing. He rubbed the table and said, "This is a pass."

If this pass can be successfully passed, then the passage between Elven Island and the outside world will be officially opened.

"The races that are still active outside have all passed this threshold." The patriarch drank a glass of fruit wine slowly and said, "For example, the dwarves, although they are short in stature, are living well now."

"They each take what they want," Atlans said.

Dwarf forging skills are amazing, not only weapons, but also various common tools such as kitchen utensils, hoes and axes, and humans can provide them with more resources. The strong among the dwarves can also stand up to several great magisters, so the two sides can develop together.

The patriarch knocked on the table and said: "We are still in the stage of exchanging resources for resources. We can't go on like this. The resources of Elven Island will run out one day."

Atlans took a sip of the dew, thought for a while, and said, "Only Elf Island can sell it, and it doesn't need to consume resources, more expensive things..."

For example, the poetry and artwork of the elves, but these alone are not enough, they must be in greater demand, and can support the entire industry of the elf island.

The patriarch and Atlans thought about it for a while, but this kind of problem is definitely not something that can be communicated in a short while.

"Trade with the outside world is one aspect. The biggest problem now is to solve the elf mother tree, but I have no idea for the time being." The patriarch first came back to his senses, pointed to the dew in Atlans's hand, and asked: "You What about the little dragon?"

"At the Fountain of Life."

Atlans recalled the kiss when he left, and couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

"Unexpectedly, that little dragon was actually with you back then." The patriarch said with emotion.

Atlans put down his cup, feeling that the patriarch's words were always wrong. He slowly collected his thoughts and asked, "You all knew that he was a Dragon Clan?"

"You know, even though we have become elves, we knew all the members of the elves when we were on the tree." The patriarch said, "but he is always by your side, so we thought he was raised by you." As for Xiaolong, he still thinks that he is worthy of being the first ancestor, and he does not raise unicorns, but only raises little silver dragons."

Atlantis' heart sank.

It turned out that this was how the elves at that time viewed Samir.

But this cannot be said to be a problem of the elves.

Of the entire elf clan, only he didn't know that Samir was an elf clan disguised as a silver dragon.

Because the ancestor of the elves was not born from a tree, he and the elves were born almost at the same time, and there was no elf mother tree at that time.So Atlantis, Well doesn't have that ability of other elves.

Atlans rubbed the space between his brows, thinking of the current situation, he became even more irritable.

He stood up and said to the patriarch, "I'll go first."

"Go to see Xiao Yinlong." The patriarch said with a smile: "When will you bring him to meet us, I haven't formally met him before."

Atlans waved his hand and left the chamber.

He didn't turn into Lang Luo's appearance, all the elves he met on the road saluted him, and then backed away.Atlans looked at them, and remembered what the patriarch said before, and his heart was heavy.

He was more tolerant towards Samir at first because he thought Samir was just a junior of the elves.

Samir disguised himself as an elf in front of the elves, but in the eyes of those elves, it was just a clumsy performance in vain.

Samir only lied to Atlans. Of course, Atlans also found out later that something was wrong, but at that time, he had already fallen in love with Little Silver Dragon.

Then, Samir left Elf Island.

Just thinking about Samir's situation in Elven Island back then, Atlantis felt very uncomfortable.So, after leaving Elf Island, Samir will be happier.

And after that, Samir never tried to imitate any race. What he showed outside was his complete self.

It's just that it won't be exposed deliberately to cause panic.

Atlantis walked faster and faster, and soon reached the fountain of life.

Samir squatted by the spring, still holding something in his hand, looking very troubled.His shins dangled, and he occasionally glanced behind him, obviously waiting for someone.

Wait for Langlow.

Atlantis was about to pass by in the form of Lan Luo, and suddenly there was an impulse in his heart. At this moment, he wanted to see Samir in his original form.

He walked over, and when Samir heard familiar footsteps, he immediately turned his head and called out, "Lang Luo, you..."

The voice dropped suddenly, and when Samir saw Atlans approaching, he blinked in a daze, and then subconsciously covered the things in his arms with his sleeves.

But after a while, he let go again, revealing the things in his arms.

It was a rusty sword.

"Master Ancestor..." Samir called out, and then he was about to stand up.

Atlantis walked quickly to his side and sat down with him.

This position and posture are exactly the same as Lang Luo in the morning.

Samir thought to himself, why did he hear the footsteps of Lord Patriarch as Lang Luo's just now? It's obviously different.

There is also the matter of admitting the wrong back last time.

He pursed his lips, annoyed that this always happened.

Atlans sat next to him, which was obviously the same as the scene in the morning, but in the morning, Samir would lean on him unscrupulously, chatting with him casually, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

But now, Samir can't wait to stay eight meters away from him.

Atlans sighed inwardly, the contrast between the morning and the present was too sharp, which made him feel even more lost.

He didn't know what to say to Samir for a while, was it because of his identity?Why not be like Langlow.

What Atlantis wanted to mention most was the past. There were many problems between them in the past, and Atlantis wanted to solve them one by one.

After breaking away from the identity of "Lang Luo", Atlans realized more and more clearly that he had to solve this problem by himself.If he uses the identity of "Lang Luo", when he becomes "Lang Luo", he will only be addicted to Samir's feelings, and he will not be able to make a correct judgment at all.

"Samir, before..."

When Samir heard what he said, his nerves tensed up.The last time Atlans said to do it again echoed in his mind, Samir had decided not to do it again, and Langlo was his last choice, so Samir interrupted Atlans forcefully.

"Master First Ancestor, I have always wanted to tell you something."

After Atlans was interrupted, he was not angry: "Say."

Samir exposed the sword in his arms and made mental preparations: "This sword is actually yours."

"Yes."

Atlantis didn't deny it.

But how did Samir know, or when did he know?

He knows, does he still like this sword?

"It really is your sword." Samir smiled: "I had this feeling before. I bought this sword from a weapon shop in the Northern Alliance. It should have been stolen from you by an adventurer. It was sold to a weapon shop, and in the end, by mistake, I bought it.”

He concealed his nervousness with nonsense, and sent the rusty sword to Atlans with both hands, saying: "Sorry, I have used this sword a few times, and it is completely rusted, and now it is returned to its original owner."