Pokemon phobia

On the day the caravan finished shopping and set off, the second mercenary team hired by Kitalota happened to arrive at the temporary camp.Compared with the elite strategy of the Miyaluo mercenary team, this mercenary team won by numbers.Their number as high as [-] instantly set off the five-member Miyaluo team like salted fish for nothing.

And the most amazing thing is that in the mercenary team named "Gausol", there is a black dragon with the same name as the team.

"Damn, these bumpkins." Walker complained in a low voice, "They want to say the ancient dragon 'Gaosuol'? They dare to take this name without even knowing the syllables. It's not shameful."

Miyaluo teased him lazily: "Okay, Walker, you can actually remember Gaosuol's name clearly, you have made progress!"

Walker said angrily: "Hey! Boss, my idol died under the claws of that black dragon! How could I not remember!"

Digo actually united with him this time: "That's right, how could it be impossible to remember."

Miyaluo broke off the dry branch and threw it into the fire, and patted the sawdust on his hands: "Come on, how do you know that there are really dragons living in the Farlo Forest? How do you know that Arthur and the Black Knight Did they really all die under the claws of the black dragon? How do you know that the ancient black dragon was called Gaosuor and not others? Even if you don’t mention these things, the legend of Gaosuor’s evil dragon has been passed down for countless years. Do you really see it? ever passed it?"

Walker pointed to the giant black beast lying under the tree not far away: "I haven't seen it, but isn't there a proof for the existence of Gosuol?"

Mi Yaluo smiled: "It's really interesting. You mentioned the Black Armor Knight and your IQ is on the line. But I still have to say, how do you know that the sub-dragon is the descendant of Gaosuor?"

He didn't wait for Walker to retort before speaking again: "Indeed, according to legend, the black dragon Gosuor has a strong sexual desire, and all the sub-dragons on Azera are descendants of it. But what about the dragons that appeared earlier than it? For example The green dragons that raged across the continent in ancient times were beheaded by all races, such as the parents of Gao Su'er, such as the dragons that appeared but did not leave any definite evidence...Why didn't they leave any descendants?"

Miyaluo stared at Walker seriously: "Could it be that they are all sexually frigid except Gaosuol?"

Walker was dumbfounded: "Uh..."

Miyaluo: "...poof."

Walker stared blankly at Miyaluo, suddenly recalled, and roared angrily, "You're playing me again!"

The mage laughed so hard that tears were about to come out. He tilted his head to look at the young soldier with his forehead propped up, and teased, "I don't want to either, but who told you to be so easy to deceive?"

Walker became more and more annoyed, and suddenly stood up, grabbed Diego and walked out: "Digo, let's go on patrol! Don't stay with this evil mage!"

Diego, who was innocently implicated, looked confused: "..."

Seeing them walking away, Xia De said helplessly to Mi Yaluo: "You better stop teasing them all the time."

Miyaluo pouted, and added a handful of twigs to the fire: "Who is to blame? I don't always tell them to read more books and read the sage's handwriting, but every time I say it is as if I just don't hear it. If If they really read it, they will find that the passage I just said comes from the "Conjecture on the Parallel Plane of Azera" written by the sage Druya ​​and the sage Byrne, and almost a word has not been changed."

"Parallel planes... the research on the Tower of the Sages is really profound." Xia De sighed.

"Of course!" Miyaluo's blue eyes showed yearning, "There are seventeen sages who master the twelve-star forbidden spell in the tower of the sages, and even the lowest-level assistants are nine-star mages. !"

Xia De smiled and said: "If you want to join the Sage Tower, then go for it. Your talent is the best among humans I have ever seen. You are already a six-star mage at the age of 27. You will definitely be able to do so in time." Great achievement."

Miyaluo sighed: "Hey, spells get harder and require more mental power. I really envy you, Xia De, who was born with huge magic power, and now you can easily master eleven stars Magic."

Tai Lun sat cross-legged beside him, listening to their chatting silently without interrupting.Gradually, the topic shifted towards the destination of their escort mission: "Speaking of which, Miyaluo, do you want to go home and have a look this year?"

Miyaluo snorted: "I want to go back only because I'm crazy."

"Don't say that," Xia De said helplessly, "at least there is your home there."

"Home?" Mi Yaluo gritted his teeth and smiled, "I have no home for a long time. After my parents were killed by those king's dogs, I have no home. Do you want me to treat those idiot brothers as home People? Heh, they will curry favor with the incompetent and stupid king..."

Xia De pursed his lips and looked at the disgusted expression of the young mage, and decided to change the subject: "Qiloa was founded more than 200 years ago, it seems that it overthrew the Norman Dynasty that was in its glory days?"

"That's right." Miyaluo sarcastically said, "The incompetent overthrew the dynasty, and I don't know that the expert helped them. It's a pity that even if the Chiloa royal family is in power, they are destined to be unable to hold this position. "

Xia De was a little at a loss when he failed to change the subject. Tai Lun, who had been sitting next to him, suddenly interrupted their conversation: "Miyaluo, can you lend me your book?"

Miyaluo looked at him in surprise, and immediately became happy: "Okay! What do you want to read? I have "Azera's Travels" and "Introduction to Alchemy" volumes [-] and [-] here."

Tyron: "Travel of Azera, thank you."

Miyaluo took out the book from his bag and handed it to Tai Lun, while regretting: "Hey, don't you want to read "Introduction to Alchemy"? It's really interesting."

Tai Lun: "... Really no need."

This diversion of the topic was quite appropriate, the mage’s originally aroused resentment was suddenly interrupted, and after thinking about it, he lost interest in continuing to discuss this topic, so he also picked a book and opened it on his lap: " Speaking of which, Tai Lun, do you still have any family members?"

Tai Lun's slender fingers gently stroked the dark kraft paper cover of "Azera's Journey", and there was an imperceptible nostalgia in his eyes.He was silent for a moment and said, "I always feel that they are still with me."

Hearing this, Xia De and Mi Yaluo didn't know what to say.

Tai Lun lowered his eyes to prevent them from seeing the coldness in his eyes.

Having said that, in fact, Tai Lun only had this illusion of fragility when he fell into a deep sleep—even if he was in a deep sleep, he rarely dreamed of the good times when he was a child with his parents.

It's a pity that he misled Xia De before, making him think that he was looking for one of the missing parents, so now he must not tell the truth easily.

Tai Lun restrained the coldness in his eyes, raised his head and smiled to soothe the atmosphere: "My parents are very loving, and I have been yearning for the relationship between them since I was a child. What left the deepest impression on me is the letter my father wrote to my mother. The hymn—he only wrote one, but it was very, very long, and he added one as he thought of it, and then he read it to my mother...it couldn't be more romantic."

Miyaluo laughed twice: "Ah, then your father is really romantic. My father only buys jewelry for my mother."

Tai Lun smiled and didn't speak any more. He lowered his head and started reading.

As the night deepened, Tai Lun returned the book to Mi Yaluo and sat under a tree not far from the camp.He watched the mercenaries busy putting out the bonfire, the goblins surrounded Xia De and begged him to get into his carriage for the night, and the ten-meter-long sub-dragon raised his head coldly and stared at the weak humans around him...

In this wilderness far from the city, the stars are shining brightly.Everything seems to be as desolate as far away from the world, but it is full of popularity because of the arrival of mercenaries and caravans.He let out a long breath, closed his eyes and let go of his consciousness.

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He flicked his front paw vigorously, trying to shake off the high elf stuck to it.However, he failed, the silver-haired high elf desperately clawed at the scales on his paws, even if he was thrown dizzily, he would not let go.

If he hadn't been immune to magic, he would have wondered if the elf had cast a bonding spell between himself and him.

"Elf," he threatened in a deep voice, "don't force me to kill you."

The body of the silver-haired elf was trembling slightly.With his wings tightly attached to his body, he tremblingly said: "I, I really, really like you. Please don't leave me..."

Unmoved, he raised his paw and smashed the elf against the stone wall together.

"I wrote a poem for you!"

His movements paused.The elf hurriedly shouted: "Even if you want to leave, please listen to the poem I wrote for you first!"

He didn't want to pay attention to it, but an inexplicable touch spread in his heart.

In the end, he retracted his claws in a strange way, and said coldly: "Then read it."

The silver-haired elf was still trembling, but upon hearing this, he raised his head and looked at him, showing an incomparably bright smile.The elf hasn't changed much, but he seems to have never seen the little guy's eyes clearly from the dazzling silver light until now—the kind of familiar, passionate love that warms people from the bottom of their hearts.

The elf just stared at him like this, and said slowly:

"Silver stars spread across the night

The frosty moon illuminates the sleeping blade

The skilled hunter has lost his camouflage

Turn around and spread out the dark net..."

When he heard the first sentence, his nerves were tense. Seeing that the elf was stuck, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Why did it stop?"

The elf snorted for a while, then said in a low voice, "I don't know why, but when I saw you, a poem came to my mind, but... the latter seems not quite right..."

He stared into the elf's eyes, trying to see a different emotion in them, but only saw his own reflection.

In those light brown eyes, the two scimitar-like long horns on the top of the monster's head flew upwards and grew towards the back of the head; silver stars flickered faintly on the dark scales, which seemed to be an illusion and seemed real; A pair of pitch-black wings that seem to cover the sky and the sun are half-opened, full of powerful beauty.

The elf's eyes were clear and confused, as if he was really innocent.

He said slowly, "My name is Tai Lun."

Pure joy burst into the eyes of the silver-haired elf: "My name is Carlos! You, do you allow me to stay?"

He observed the elf carefully for a while, and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​crushing it to death.He rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes again, paying no attention to the elf.

The elf seemed very happy, unaware that he was almost killed just now.

He thought: This little guy probably doesn't know, he has heard a similar version of the poem just now.

It was a prophecy poem that was recorded in the "Dragon Code" and had never been circulated——

[Silver stars scattered over the night

The merciless frost moon reflects the light of the knife

When the hunter sheds his clever camouflage

Turn around and spread out the dark net

Who tore his wings?

Who broke his scimitar?

is hate

also hope

The treasure planted thorns on the way home

Smiles dance on the barren land irrigated by black fire

Weaving clothes out of bones

Fill the battlefield with flesh and blood

The wail of the dead is the music of his revenge

Did you hear the wind?

That's the elves singing death

Palaces of gold perish in lightless nets

The eternal kingdom falls to perdition

O old king, do you feel panic?

That's the young god of death looking at his hometown

New life grows on decay

who got the abandoned gem

Who can become the supreme emperor]