“So I was affected by the fish in the pond?”
Baihe listened to the story summary in a daze and expressed his dissatisfaction.
These bald heads are really not powerful, and the boss can’t even defend his territory even if he doesn’t.
But thinking about the gap in the power level in this world, Bailong stopped talking.
After the ghosts conducted an experiment on the half-elf boy, they informed Baihe that the boy had positioning items on him. Baihe glanced at this young man and felt that the test for such a righteous person was enough. As for whether he would be more firm in his belief in justice in the future or choose to repent and go home to respect his parents, it would not be his own business.
Looking at the other side of the woods, the white dragon frowned slightly, turned on the invisibility, and continued to walk northwest.
The country in this direction is Sester. At this moment, the coalition forces are heading south and this country has become an empty place. When crossing the trade route north, it is densely forested and the environment is becoming more and more complex.
It seems to be a good place in Bailong’s opinion.
…
She had blue pupils and smooth long light golden hair, like a celestial creature without wings. The armor made of cold iron was attached to her body, standing on the hills, and the bright sunlight highlighted her slender figure.
“Ms. Weista.” The scout showed his true face in the shadow of the tree behind her. He lifted his hood and exposed his pointed ears, lowered his dark green eyes and bowed, saying, “It seems that he is not here anymore.”
“How is Harge?” The lady turned her head and looked at the tent behind her and showed a hint of concern on her face.
The elf scout shook his head seriously: “Not really, he has suffered many spell effects against the spirit, his mind has completely collapsed, and he needs strong spells and magical skills to save him. It’s strange. If it’s just to get information, it shouldn’t be so much.”
“That’s pure torture? He’s still a child.” Thinking of the broken pants of the half-elves, Ms. Weista sighed: “This dragon is so evil.”
“The key is, I want to ask a question, Ms. Weista, I’m really curious about Ms. Weista…” The black-haired ranger squatting on the top of the mountain frowned. He held a grass in his mouth, and a long bow was hanging casually in his hand. He kept staring at Weista until she turned her head and said in a nagging tone: “How did he learn so many spells? He is like a young white dragon, and he is much thinner than an ordinary young white dragon. Where does a ghostly young white dragon come from? The magic power in the white dragon is born with so thin and very small in body. He will not have initial spell power until adulthood! Could it be that my common sense is wrong? This is impossible. It must be that there is something wrong with this white dragon. Are you right? “
This ranger with a sloppy beard looked at Weista expectantly, with a lady’s expression.It became stiff, and the scout covered his forehead and moaned.
“I can answer this question.” The old half-elf wizard walked out of the tent. He coughed twice. The injury he suffered from a soul roaring day morning has not healed yet. Even after rest, he still seems to be listless.
“Mr. Taren Grey Moon.” Weista and the scout bowed to the half-elf wizard and said, “Thank you for your hard work.”
“No, thank you for your hard work, Adella, she is still resting.” The wizard waved his hand and continued, “Harge is fine, but he may suffer some sequelae in the next few months, such as hallucinations or paranoia.
It really surprised me that this white dragon actually kept his hand. If he wanted, he could just eat Harge. By that time, only the prayer technique might save him, but I don’t have the ability to use the prayer technique yet.”
“Has he showed mercy? Is it really a white dragon? I can’t believe that he is the real lady of Weista. The white dragon does not have this habit.” Ranger murmured straight in his eyes.
“Roxson, you should learn to finish a period with a period, and do not interrupt others.” The scout interrupted unhappily.
“Sorry, Mr. Thorin, I’m just narrating my question and expressing the incredible feelings in my heart. Do you think it’s Ms. Weista?”
“You should really learn to talk about Roxen in a short story.” Weista glanced at the Ranger unhappily and turned to the wizard: “Mr. Grey Moon, do you think you know where he came from?”
“Yes, when I occupied the institute in the town, I used a ritual of knowing legends and spiritual vision to investigate the past of the institute, and I got interesting news.” Taren Grey Moon said: “This institute was formerly Claure Saren, and you should have heard of this name, Ms. Weista.”
“Of course we have heard it.” Ms. Weista’s face showed an unhappy expression, and her originally snow-white face was a little red: “Lucky Claure, the governor of the Northern Province of Sal, and is also the deputy commander of the Northern Line Army of the Sal, and the sixth seat of the Red Warlock Society’s Curse Law School branch. Her actual strength is far beyond his position. Some people say that he is the most talented wizard of the Red Warlock Society after Solandellon. Many of my friends died at the hands of him and his minions.”