Putting away the spirit jian, the torture blade asked, "What about Deng Heng?" ”

"Got out for a walk. Uncle Deng Heng likes to wander around in the wild. Frannie said casually.

Torture Blade nodded, and then said, "The Lost Star Hall has given me a task, and it is estimated that it will take about ten days to go out." Do you have any requirements? ”

"Where to go?" Frannie asked.

"Mo Hanzhen." Torture Blade said casually.

Flani pondered for a moment, then said, "Minglong sent me a baby dragon earlier. This young dragon looks noble and cute. But listening to what you just said, I don't feel like this thing is very safe around me. You take it away and dispose of it. ”

Tortureblade nodded and asked, "Where?" ”

The two walked out of the study and across the living room to Frankie's bedroom.

At the bedroom doorway, a young dragon with pure white scales all over its body was lying on the sofa.

This baby dragon is not like any other baby dragon. This dragon has a slender body, about half a meter long. The body is white and crystal clear. The head of the baby dragon is similar in appearance to that of a mythical dragon, with two horns on its head and a narrow mouth.

The white baby dragon has a pair of small fleshy wings on its back, and its short claws are playing with a ball of yarn at this time, and its sapphire-like turquoise eyes are full of childlike curiosity.

Seeing Farrani walk in, the young dragon rolled over a little awkwardly, crawled to Farlaney's side and rubbed it affectionately.

"When it came, it was a dragon egg about to hatch, and I hatched it with my own hands." Frannie's hand caressed the white dragon's head, her face full of love.

Tortureblade walked over and bent over, grabbed the young dragon's neck and lifted it up.

"Tap!" Farney shouted hurriedly when she saw this, her face full of distress and reluctance.

"Aung Aang Aung..." The young dragon's mouth sounded like a goose's cry, and its blue eyes were full of fear.

"Disasters cannot be trusted." Tortureblade clenched the young dragon's neck and walked out of the bedroom like a dead chicken.

"Aung Aang..."

Looking at Frannie, who was getting farther and farther away from him, the young dragon's mouth let out a reluctant cry, and the short claws of the limbs struggled desperately, grabbing at Frani, her eyes full of reluctance, as if she was about to leave her mother's child.

Frannie clenched her skirt tightly with both hands, and her expression was full of heartache as she looked at the young dragon's pitiful appearance.

This pet has been her favorite since she was a child.

But this is a disaster, a ticking time bomb. She had to make trade-offs in the meantime.

Silently, Torture Blade listened to the young dragon's humane cry, his brows furrowed slightly, and his wrist was slightly forced, and suddenly the young dragon could no longer make any sound.

Watching Torture Blade pinch the young dragon out of the villa, Farney sat on the sofa with a heartache and a sluggish expression. Like a mother who has lost her child.

On the other side, the torture blade that had just walked out of the villa suddenly felt a wet feeling on the back of his hand.

When he looked down, he saw the young dragon's small claws on his thumb, and a pair of large eyes with tears in them, and two lines of blue tears were leaving along the white scales. Dripping onto the back of the torture blade's hand.

Seeing these eyes, the torture blade instantly froze there as if it had been struck by lightning, completely frozen there.

"Ang..."

The young dragon opened slightly, and let out a deep voice, like a child, begging the bad guy not to take him away from his mother's side.

Tortureblade's eyes stared at the young dragon, and his body slowly crouched down, humming a distant sad tune in his mouth unconsciously.

These eyes reminded him of Charles.

Lift the baby dragon up, put it in front of you, stare at the baby dragon and say, "You're not like them." ”

The young dragon didn't seem to understand, and the two fleshy claws grabbed the thumb of the torture blade and rubbed it gently, as if to curry favor with the torture blade.

The claws of the baby dragon are soft and comfortable to rub.

"Remember! Protect Frankie and protect your mother! Torture Blade stared at it and said in a dark voice.

The young dragon's eyes widened and he nodded in a panic.

"If you betray her one day, I will find you and break your neck!" Torture Blade said, his wrist straining slightly.

"Hiss...

Suddenly, the young dragon's eyes rolled and he hissed out of breath.

The Blade then slowly released its neck and placed it on the ground.

The young dragon shook its head, nodded happily at Torture Blade, and then clumsily crawled towards the door of the villa.

As he watched the young dragon's young body crawl up the steps, Tortureblade suddenly remembered the scene when the ghoul abandoned by the world was on the cold and dilapidated hillside, looking for shredded carrion to eat.

The body slowly stood up, and muttered in his mouth, "There is no absolute existence in the world, and you are the first possibility I believe in." ”

"Torture Blade!"

As the young dragon struggled to lie on the steps, Frannie hurriedly opened the door and ran out, just in time to see the young dragon clumsily climbing the steps.

"Spring Scene!" Frannie was immediately overjoyed when she saw it.

The young dragon named Chunjing struggled to his feet, wrapped his arms around Frankie's legs, and rubbed his cheeks against hers.

Frannie hurriedly picked up Chunjing, hugged her tightly in her arms, looked at Torture Blade and said, "Since you trust your intuition, I also trust mine." Even if there is really something wrong with that group of young dragons, Chunjing definitely won't! ”

Torture Blade looked at the intimate man and dragon, his sharp eyes gradually softened, and then he turned around and said, "That's good." ”

After saying that, he left Frannie's villa, leaving this person alone.

After leaving Frannie, Torture Blade returned to the Temple of the Lost Stars.

As soon as he entered the Hall of the Lost Stars, the young man who had been monitoring the torture blade before said, "The refills you need are ready." Put it in your makeshift bedroom. ”

Tortureblade nodded, then walked down the dark hallway back to his room.

At this time, in the room, four large chests were placed. One of the boxes was supplies such as food, water, etc.

The other three chests were all materials needed for the Blade and spare parts for the Vision.

After placing the spare parts and food in the storage space of the Visionary, Tortureblade pulls out the remaining materials and begins crafting traps and lassoes.

The crafting of traps and lassoes is ripe. It's no exaggeration to say that Blade can make all traps with his eyes closed.

Of course, it's faster to keep your eyes open.

In three hours, Torture Blade made a hundred ghost locks, blasts, and broken line traps. Fifty lassoes for hunting.

Packed all of these into the compressed space of the Spirit Guide, and looked up at the time, it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

After lunch, Torture Blade fell asleep.

This sleep is sixteen hours.

The next day, the sky was bright, and the blade was hurriedly raised.

Torture Blade, who had been fully asleep, was in good spirits, took on his equipment and quietly left the Lost Star Palace.

Leaving Apocalypse City for the second time, Torture Blade looked back at the majestic and magnificent city, his body gradually becoming transparent and disappearing.

"Commander, get the news. Torture Blade has already left Apocalypse City to go to Mohan Town on a mission. "Greedy Wolf Division, a middle-aged man reports to Sharu.

When Sharu heard this, his face was extremely hideous, and he said, "You go, bring him back." I'm going to make him regret coming to earth. ”

The middle-aged man listened and nodded vigorously and said, "Order." ”

At the same time, the torture blade was daring towards Mo Hanzhen.

The Torture Blade, which has the ability to stealth, saves him a lot of trouble in the process of hurrying.

Tortureblade then turned his focus to his plans for the future.

"Mohan Town is a small town with a population of just over 400 households. The town has little economic strength, and relies entirely on the support of the alliance to survive. Gradually, it became a supply point and post for the Alliance Expeditionary Force. ”

These are the introductions that Tortureblade saw in the book about Mo Hanzhen.

"It can be said that it is a town that completely serves the Broken Military Division. Such a town should have a contact point that can directly contact Apocalypse City, why is it the intelligence brought back by the secret agent? Is the strange disaster cut off by someone, or is it all wiped out in an instant? ”

Tortureblade pondered, his body already walking to the side of the Anvil Mountains.

Follow the mountains to the south, and after another two hundred kilometers, you will reach the destination of the torture blade.

Torture Blade's trip this time is still a very primitive run, on the one hand, Torture Blade is more comfortable because of this. On the other hand, Tortureblade is now only a first-level hunter, without any authority. The exclusive car of the Temple of the Lost Stars, and the Ship's Torture Blade are not authorized to be used.

Whew...

As he pondered, a huge shadow flew through the sky.

Tortureblade looked up and saw a figure flying through the sky.

The pupils stared at the thing, instantly constricting like nails.

"Okawa Ryu!" Tortureblade muttered.

At this time, in the air, a giant calamity dragon with a length of more than eighty meters and a wingspan of more than 100 meters flew quickly in the air.

Whew...

After the shadows, a gust of wind of force 8 brought dead grass and sand and gravel to the face.

In the sunlight, Torture Blade looked at Okawa Ryu's black diamond-like scale armor and clenched his fists.

The Okawa dragon is one of the highest-ranking dragon species among the plague dragons. Not only does it have a powerful body, but its black scale armor also has terrifying energy resistance. It is 90% immune to all energy damage.

When fighting, the huge wings can be instigated at will, which can cause a hurricane of the eleventh and second grades. The hideous mouth can also spit out thunder and lightning.

In the history of the Alliance, it has often happened that a city has been destroyed by a large river dragon.

Look in the direction of Okawa Ryu.

"Due East, is there something big going on?" Tortureblade muttered to himself.

Okawa Dragons live alone, and although it is a disaster, they only accept the deployment of the Mother Disaster. Usually Okawa dragons hide in snow-capped mountains or in the sea, and rarely fly into the sky.

But once you take to the skies, it means something big is happening.

"I hope it doesn't delay my hunt." Torture Blade clenched his fists.

Although he was not afraid of Okawa Ryu, he also had to admit it. With his current ability, even if he attacks with all his strength, he can't break through the scale armor on the skin of the Okawa Dragon.

It's not that there is no confidence, but that the blade has been tried.

Last time, Torture Blade almost lost his life. If it weren't for the laziness of the Okawa dragon, it just flipped its wings and caused a tsunami and didn't fly out of the sea. Otherwise, the torture blade would have been laid dead in the wilderness, gnawed clean by wild beasts.