Magical Strategist

"It's strange, I can't exert any strength at all." The real dragon suddenly felt something bad, and all the strength in his body was drained away. The world in front of him was spinning, and his feet felt like stepping on cotton.

Sweating broke out on my back and it became difficult to breathe. Fortunately, his head was still clear. He was sure that the problem must be with this dart.

Gradually, consciousness became blurred.

The real dragon tried his best to look at the dart...

Black……

Three-sided...

There seems to be words engraved on it...

dark? !

The real dragon suddenly cheered up.

How familiar!

You can't go wrong, this is it! It's this murder weapon with the word "dark" engraved on it! Back then, my mother died from this weapon. And Duoduo, who was buried in Luodian Mountain.

The real dragon wanted to know more about this dart, but his eyelids began to sink, and finally there was a bang in his head, and he fainted immediately. In a daze, he heard a name - Angela.

Cheng Jian walked over slowly, kicked the unconscious real dragon with his foot, and said with a smile: "I won't wake up all day and night. How can you thank me, Miss Angela." Cheng Jian said, At the same time, he put the dark thorn back into the spell bag.

"I will carefully consider whether to join the Dark Men." Angela replied.

"Then I'll wait for your news... By the way, I advise you to move him to another place. It will be more troublesome if the examiner or something finds out." Cheng Jian pointed at the real dragon and said.

"That's right, oh, I got it."

Finally, Angela abandoned the real dragon in a garbage dump not far from the arena.

After handling the scene, everyone left.

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Arena of Braves, No. 1 Arena.

After a whole morning of fierce fighting, Mish finally won the victory with difficulty and successfully entered the top sixteen.

"Long live eldest sister!" Haiyan Gang members shouted in unison.

"It was so hard to win, thank God!" Mish's face turned pale, probably because the battle just now consumed too much mana. "Huh? Where is the real dragon? We agreed in advance that if I win the game, he will give me a hug."

"Isn't he sitting there... where is the person? He was there just now."

"Maybe I went to the bathroom."

Mish stamped her feet and snorted heavily to show her dissatisfaction.

"Sister, don't be angry, I'll go find him right now."

"Forget it, let him go." Mish waved his hand and said.

"Senior True Dragon's competition should be in the afternoon, right? We'll cheer him on later. He was shouting the hardest just now."

"Really? Why didn't I hear it?" Mish said disdainfully.

"That's because you are too dedicated to playing."

"Brothers and sisters, I have a suggestion. Our beautiful eldest sister won the game again today. Should we have a good meal to celebrate?"

"I agree!"

"I agree too!"

Mish smiled and said, "Thank you for cheering me up these days. Come on, I'll treat you."

Long live my eldest sister!

All members of the Haiyan Gang, led by Meishi, went to the "Tian Yuan Di Place" for a gathering.

When passing the garbage dump not far from the arena, Mish suddenly stopped. In fact, she didn't know why she stopped here. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she saw something in the smelly garbage pile.

In order to prevent others from easily discovering the living person in the garbage heap, Angela buried him very deep, leaving only his head exposed to prevent suffocation.

What Mish saw was the fiery red hair of the true dragon.

"Sister, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Mish hoped that she had seen it wrong. It should be a red ribbon or a stuffed toy or something.

"Aren't you waiting for the real dragon to come with you?"

"Huh, why are you waiting for him? I hate guys who don't keep their word." Mish said angrily with a face full of authority.

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All four games in the morning were over and it was time for lunch.

The arena became much quieter, with only venue staff cleaning and repairing the arena.

"Listen up, everyone, be sure to clean up Arena No. 4, especially the audience seats. There will be two big shots watching the game in the afternoon." The person who gave the order was a middle-aged man in his forties.

"Who?"

"Douglas Gu Feng and Qingshui Ichiro." Tou Tou replied.

Normally, the head of the nobles would not come in person, and the task of discovering talents would be left to the executive or governor. This time it was different. Two famous figures were present in person. This can't help but surprise the staff.

"Boss, whose game attracts so much attention?"

"Lir True Dragon of the fire element and Feng Angela of the wood element."

"It turns out he is the apprentice of the two chief instructors."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get to work."

"As ordered!"

Soon, the two-hour lunch break was coming to an end, and the arena was once again crowded.

The vast majority of the audience comes from all over the world. During the competition, Podol is open to the outside world, and anyone with any status or identity can enter.

At this time, the loudspeaker in the stadium sounded: Dear guests and friends, good afternoon everyone, welcome back to the Arena of Braves! In this Bordeaux Competition, the competition for the top 16 will begin soon!

Although there is still half an hour before the start of the competition and the contestants have not yet taken the stage, the four medium-sized arenas are already full of spectators.

There is no doubt that the No. 4 arena has become the focus. The place was full of people, and those who didn't get a seat simply sat on the floor. They were all looking forward to a wonderful competition.

"The game will start soon. Players who have reported their names are asked to rush to the designated ring within ten minutes. Players who have reported their names are asked to rush to the designated ring within ten minutes. Abigail and Alexandra, please come to the No. 1 ring. ...Zhenlong, Angela, please come to the fourth ring! Players please get in position quickly, the game is about to begin!"

After the broadcast, the players took their places and came to their own arena.

"Father, the woman in the ring is the Angela you often mentioned." Cheng Jian, who was sitting in the front row of the VIP seats, said to the middle-aged man on the right side.

"So, are you still unwilling to serve me?" The person who spoke was the famous Ichiro Shimizu. He has red eyes, no eyebrows, sparse brown curly hair, an eye-catching nose under the nose, and a distinctive mustache.

"Just a matter of time."

"This girl is born to be a dark person. You have to put more thought into her and make sure to absorb her." Ichiro said in a long and serious voice.

"Father, don't worry." Cheng Jian replied confidently.

About five minutes later, Ichiro rubbed his temples, slightly cheered up his sluggish spirit, and said, "Who is her opponent and why hasn't she come on stage yet?"

Cheng Jian just smiled lightly, thinking that it would be strange for that kid from Lille True Dragon to get in. Anyone who is scratched by a hidden thorn, no matter how good his physical condition is, cannot withstand the poison. As long as it gets even a little bit between the nails, it is enough to make the person comatose for a day and a night.

At this time, Baggio, who was sitting in the second row of the auditorium, was already waiting impatiently. He cursed the real dragon in front of many people: "What the hell is this bastard doing? How dare you be late for such an important game."

"Be patient, as the saying goes, the best is always saved for last," Gu Feng, who was sitting on Baggio's left, said calmly.

As the game time is approaching, if the real dragon fails to arrive within ten minutes, the examiner will regard it as a forfeit.

Then, eight minutes have passed...