Magical Strategist

After a while, Irene was seen, and Yuan Shan, Bai Fei, Cang Jia and others arrived quickly.

"Dragon? Is it really you?!" Running all the way, Irene didn't have time to take a breath and stared at the real dragon intently. Not just looking at it, he also came closer and touched the real dragon's face with his hand. Under her eyelashes, two lines of hot tears fell down.

"Long time no see." True Dragon's heart also surged. It was extremely gratifying to see Eileen again and see her in good health.

"Dragon!" Irene cried in the arms of the real dragon regardless of others' opinions. "You idiot, why are you here now! Did I feel so uncomfortable when I heard you fell off the cliff? Idiot! I thought I would never see you again. I thought you..."

"I'm not coming back." The real dragon stroked Irene's soft long hair and said softly, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Such a touching scene, Yuan Shan couldn't help crying. "It's great that this kid is still alive!"

Bai Fei and Cang Jia also nodded and smiled.

"Thank you everyone for remembering me. We can fight side by side again in the future." Zhenlong said. "Right, Shirakami, Kurakami."

"Little cousin, can you tell everyone what you have experienced in the past two years?" Bai Fei asked.

The real dragon has certain prejudices against Bai Fei, but in the face of a powerful enemy, they must put aside their personal grudges and jointly resist Ivan. He replied: "Originally, I was bound to die. Fortunately, God was wise and did not let me go to heaven and let me fall into a dark place. However, I promised my benefactors who saved me to help them keep this secret. , so please forgive me.”

"Well, it's good to be alive." Bai Fei said earnestly.

The real dragon returned safely, and the whole Wisteria Palace was boiling. This is great news.

In order to cleanse the true dragon from the dust, Irene held a banquet for three days to celebrate with all the people of the Mora tribe. For Irene, the True Dragon plays a very important role. Without him, there would be no place today.

In addition, Zhenlong was appointed as the commander-in-chief of the three armies of the Mora tribe. Everyone from ordinary soldiers to generals such as Bai Feicangjia had to obey the commander-in-chief's orders. In fact, one person was inferior to ten thousand people.

After a while, Zhenlong naturally lived up to the high expectations of the clan leader, and did not become a commander in name only. He managed and trained the army very carefully.

Soon, Mora's army showed its sharpness and was strong enough to compete with Ivan.

But Irene didn't want to see her fellow humans killing each other on a large scale. In the final analysis, it was her own people who lost. If outsiders such as night elves or druids take advantage of the situation, the entire race will face disaster.

After discussions among the leaders, they gave up the head-on fight with Ivan's army and adopted other strategies. The army can only act as a deterrent. The real enemy is not the blood elves of the Rem tribe, but the culprit who encouraged them to rebel - Ivan.

In the end, Irene prepares to plan a "summit battle." The implication is that the group leaders headed by Irene are fighting against Ivan's group leaders. Avoid large-scale military collisions.

The biennial "Sun Festival" is an ancient and traditional festival of the blood elves. On the day of the festival, only Blood Elf Guardians and above are eligible to enter the Sunwell area, sing and dance, and let the sacred well water cleanse their souls.

In other words, on that day, ordinary soldiers will have to be on guard outside the Sunwell. This is the best day to start a war!

The generals of the Mora tribe have the same view and are determined to kill Ivan on the day of the "Sun Festival"!

There is still a month before that day arrives, and Erin asks everyone to prepare in advance, including Erin herself. She even drafted a suicide note. If she died in battle, her brother Ai Luo's son Ace would inherit the position of leader.

The day of the decisive battle was just around the corner, and Zhenlong had no time to spare. During the day, he had to review and approve various documents submitted by the military and administrative offices, and at night, he practiced magic on the border of Yuna City.

That night, drizzle visited this thousand-year-old city again.

On the big tree picture in the north of Yuna City, the real dragon is braving the rain and practicing as always. In order to allow the body to better adapt to the blood curse, the intensity of the spell is further enhanced.

Irene held an umbrella and quietly came not far from the real dragon, quietly observing his cultivation. She was seen wearing a dark red clan robe, with her long hair coiled into a circle and fixed with gold agate hairpins.

In the more than a month since Zhenlong came back, his tone of voice and style of doing things are different from before. He has matured so much. Eileen has long wanted to know what he has been through in the past two years, but unfortunately she has never been able to find time to talk to him alone.

Erin watched from the sidelines for nearly half an hour, not saying a word from beginning to end, just watching quietly.

In fact, the real dragon had already sensed Irene's aura. He deliberately pretended not to know and continued to practice on his own.

"Master Patriarch, when do you want to see it? You haven't said a word for more than half an hour..." Finally, the real dragon stopped practicing and turned his back to Irene and asked. Because of Eileen's presence, he couldn't devote himself to practice.

Eileen was surprised. It was dark and quiet on a rainy night, and there were more than a hundred meters between them. How did he find himself? Eileen then walked quickly to the real dragon and said with a smile: "So you already knew it."

"Of course." Zhenlong wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Why, do you have anything to do with me so late?"

"Here, wipe it with this."

Erin handed her handkerchief to the real dragon to wipe away his sweat.

The real dragon smelled it, and this special fragrance made him particularly excited. But how could he be willing to use such a valuable thing to wipe his sweat. He folded it carefully and gave it to Irene.

"I've always wanted to talk to you alone, and now I finally have time." Erin said.

"Yeah~ I'm a bit flattered. So, what do you want to talk to me about? Emotions? Or..." the real dragon said cheerfully, smiling a little evilly.

What? It turned out that this guy was just pretending, and he was still acting like the same old guy. Irene rolled her eyes at him and asked seriously: "Who did you learn the blood spell from? Why is your breath different from mine when you activate it? Also, where is Sarah's melancholy?"

The real dragon's smile disappeared instantly. He knew that the question Irene asked was no longer an ordinary chat. He took a deep breath and replied cautiously: "As for the blood curse, I swore to them to keep it secret and not to reveal anything. Please don't embarrass me. As for Sarah Melancholy... I'm sorry, it's gone. exists."

"Them? Who are they?" Irene's heart was already calm. Are there other people in the world who have perfected the entire Blood Curse? impossible! "Tell me, have you perfected all the blood curses?"

The chat turned into questioning. Erin began to doubt her experience. This is not surprising, she is likely to be the future king, and she needs to know the priceless treasure of the blood elves.

The real dragon thought for a long time, deliberately lowered his voice, and replied: "Yes, learn them all."

"Who taught you?" Erin asked.

"No one taught me, I taught myself."

"Impossible! The second volume of Blood Curse has been damaged. Where did you learn it?"

"Is this important? If you want to learn, I can write you the contents of the next volume. But please don't force me to say things I don't want to say, okay?" The real dragon looked at Eileen firmly. The purple eyes shot out an irresistible light. Like two glowing fireflies in the dark night.

Irene lowered her head. She might have been too anxious just now and couldn't hold back her emotions for a while. She calmed down for a while and then asked: "Then where is Sara's melancholy? Lost it?"

"Here." Zhenlong handed over the Love Moon Umbrella in his hand. "It belongs to the Mora tribe, so I naturally have no right to possess it."

"What? It's an umbrella?" Irene stretched out her hand. Unexpectedly, the moment her fingers touched the umbrella, the strength in her body seemed to be drained, her legs went weak, and she fell down with her head.

The real dragon has quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly helped Irene up.