These bards are not lame, but they are helpless in the face of Baihe's tracking.

With Bai He's current level of spell casting, even a strong person with legendary intuition and legendary spell perception can only sense something wrong in a state of high vigilance.

They went to visit the famous liberal poet Hermi, a young poet with yellow hair and a sneaky look of obscenity.

He handed the manuscript in his hand to the group of poets. Such a narrative long poem is not a one-time written text, but in a serialized way, in Antas, the bard serves as a guide and morale booster in the adventure team, and also works part-time as a scout and bag inquiry on weekdays, just like the Windtalker Alliance, which specializes in raising a group of bards, using culture as a weapon to fight against evil ****.

However, these are all part-time jobs for bards, and it can even be said that they are occasional part-time jobs for a small number of bards.

Most bards make a living by singing and performing arts, and high-end bards write part-time, and the creative method is naturally serialized.

Bai He looked at the thin few pieces of paper with a spell in the distance, and his heart was full of contempt.

There are recording spells in this world, such as Ni Kuang, Zhang Hatshui, and other code word gods who can write tens of thousands of words an hour by hand, compared to the efficiency of recording spells. On this continent, the only thing that restricts the output of coders is the carrier.

However, paper is not a rare thing, at least in Bai He's view, there are still a lot of books made of plant pulp and paper in the north, and the upper class people use parchment, and pay more attention to the forced grid, and the higher ones use magic slate or crystals, and the recording capacity is comparable to that of a U disk.

This group of professional sunspots of the Windtalker Alliance accepted the political task issued by the organization, Shirakawa didn't think that they would be so stingy that they couldn't even supply enough paper, the manuscript handed over by the poet named Hermmy looked like only about 2,000 words, and it was said that it was still a month update, Shirakawa thought that if this guy wrote at a station in the other world, he would be doxxed by readers and armed to urge him to change.

Hiss~

Hearing the sound of snorting beside him, Bai He looked sideways at the blue dragon with his eyes shining, and his heart moved: "You see it?"

"Yes, my lord, I really didn't expect it...... Wow~" Vickers' eyes were red, and he stared at the happy poet Hermi: "It's a bard of this breed, I haven't eaten ...... before"

"You don't really want to eat him. Bai He's face was strange: "Comrade Vickers, you have to think clearly, I have been blackened by a group of ignorant dragons all day long, and a big reason is because I ate a few of that dragon back then. ”

"No need. Vickers instantly became excited: "Our Blue Dragon Clan is still very civilized. ”

Bai He smiled: "In that case, I'll meet him in a while, and you wait for the opportunity to act." ”

"Yes, sir. Vickers looked down.

"I'm going, I'm going!" Chrissy's eyes lit up, and she stretched out her hands, and Shirakawa put Chrissy on her shoulder.

This group of bards did not know that a catastrophe was coming, and they were still there to boast to each other, and they were running around in Antas all the year round, and most of the bards lived a life without the next meal, and begging with a flamboyant tongue was commonplace, and at this moment he saw Hemi take out a masterpiece, which was blown to a golden lotus with a tongue, and the sky was falling, but the bachelor looked at it twice, and lost most of his interest in this typical political attack poem.

In the eyes of veteran scholars who specialize in poetry, this kind of political attack works require more sophisticated technology to make the satire vivid and powerful, both artistic and political, but the content of the entire song of the white dragon has disappointed scholars - exaggerating privacy, writing some messy and appalling things to stimulate the eyeballs, can indeed achieve the goal of discrediting the goal, but it is quite a subordinate means.

If this poet didn't make this kind of poetry, he probably wouldn't be able to mix in the Northland with his original ability.

The old scholar patiently read this new serial, and the evaluation in his stomach became lower and lower.

When you hear it, it smells of pompousness, and it is a superior means.

It's hard to get into the hall of elegance, and the only people who can listen to it with relish are probably rough people.

The poet Hermi is now triumphant, accepting the Windtalker Alliance's offer, and his fame suddenly swells, since the first part of this book came out, Hermi has been endlessly sought after, and the history of being driven out of tune in taverns and disliked by old poets has become a thing of the past.

Who will dare to say that he is a third-rate poet who can't even get along in the big city?

What is singing out of tune? I'm playing original!

The yellow-haired bard was smug and smug, oblivious to the great shadow falling overhead.

Several bards in front of him exclaimed, pointing to the back of the yellow-haired poet: "Dragon, dragon!"

"What dragon?" Hermi, the bard, was startled and turned his head for a moment, but saw a metallic yellow dragon flying high in the sky from a distance, and as he approached, the dragon's body grew larger and larger in Hemi's eyes, and his complexion became more and more surprised

A group of bards sweated from their foreheads, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they could see the color of the dragon.

This is a brass dragon.

Or an ancient brass dragon with a huge size!

After many years of traveling from south to north, these bards certainly can't even judge the age of the dragons, and the reason for the relief is that the brass dragon, as a member of the metal dragon family, generally has no active aggression against intelligent life that is not a natural enemy.

But they are still terrified.

Unlike the golden dragon and the silver dragon, the brass dragon is nominally a good dragon, but it does not mean that it is not dangerous to humans. Especially when this dragon wants to 'play' with you out of good intentions, it is easy to play people to death.

Brass dragons and copper dragons are all very naughty dragons, and brass dragons also have a unique quirk - they like to talk!

A group of bards looked at this brass dragon falling from the sky uneasily, and suddenly another terrifying scene happened, only to see this poet Hermmy see this brass dragon flying down from the sky, not only was he not afraid, but he was very excited to win, a flash of light flashed, and he also turned into a young brass dragon!

Several bards were dumbfounded, looking at the two brass dragons for a while, before they suddenly realized - this bard named Hemi was a brass dragon!

As everyone knows, this brass dragon bard Hermi was also taken aback when he saw this giant brass dragon appear, there were elders living in seclusion on the territory of Frost Wings?

Hemi was about to say hello when he saw a little silver-haired girl in a dress and a bear-eared hat climb up to the head of the giant brass dragon, grinning and pulling the old dragon's beard, pointing at Hemi and saying:

"Yasza, this bard is a brass dragon! No wonder you spoke in such a strange tone. ”

"Hey, don't pull my beard, it hurts, do you know?" The giant 'Brass Dragon' beard trembled, broke free from the silver-haired girl's claws, lowered his head and stretched out his paws, straightened the beard, raised his head again, and said to the little girl who slid to the ground: "You are still too young to see it, you can see it if you pay attention to it in the future, and it is the instinct of our dragon clan to find the same kind, unless the other party's camouflage magic is too strong, otherwise you can smell it!"

"I'll just say, it smells like sand, it stinks. The silver-haired girl grimaced at Hermi.

Hermi's eyelids jumped, he could see at a glance that this silver-haired little girl was a very young silver dragon, and he also knew Yasza's customs, but he didn't expect that there would be a silver dragon to find a brass dragon to play this role, the relationship between the copper dragon and the silver dragon is not bad, but it is definitely not a dragon species with the same smell.

What the hell does it smell like it smells like sand? Isn't this smell the same on the brass dragon? The old dragon may be thicker, why can she smell it from me when she lies on the brass dragon?

Hermi was very dissatisfied, and glared at the little silver dragon, but the little dragon looked at him with a sinister smile, which made Hermi even more strange.

"Hey!" Hemy was still stunned, and the elder brass dragon spoke: "It's rare that you just woke up, and you ran into a junior of the same clan when you came out for a walk, what's your young man's name, what are you doing here?"

"Uh~ This elder, my name is Hermitros, the son of Elfas and the grandson of Eldwater, may I ask your name. Hemi asked respectfully.

"Eldwater?" the brass dragon said in a strange tone, his eyes rolled, and he immediately looked suddenly realized: "Ah! is this kid? My name is Golyonsky, have you heard of my name?"

Brat?

Hermitros's lips twitched, his grandfather Aldwater was an ancient brass dragon, and he couldn't be called a kid at all.

However, looking at the figure of Goriansky in front of him, Hermitros also felt that there was nothing to say, an ancient brass dragon called an ancient brass dragon boy is probably no problem, and the brass dragon was not a polite species in the first place.

But who is this Goriansky? Hermitros began to think for a long time, in the closed race of dragons, it is really impossible for an ancient dragon to be unknown, but after thinking about it for a long time, Hermitros did not remember any old gentleman with this name in the brass dragon clan...... With the silver dragon girl sitting in front, this young brass dragon didn't even think of the pretend.

He couldn't think of a clue for a long time, and he felt that there was no need to doubt it, so he could only say respectfully: "Mr. Goriansky, you have just woken up from your slumber?

"Huh, you mean it's dangerous here?" 'Brass Dragon' widened his eyes and looked around, "Why didn't I find out?"

"Don't you know, this is the territory of a white dragon and evil dragon named Frost Wings, no, the entire northern land is the territory of this evil dragon, we righteous warriors must be careful here, the entire northern land is covered by the shadow of its evil wings!"

As soon as the brass dragon's eyelids moved, he showed a look of surprise: "A mere white dragon can make you a brass dragon so afraid?"

"Elder, this is not an ordinary white dragon, the Frost Wings are a rare alien species of the White Dragon Clan for tens of thousands of years! Even the current arbiter of the Golden Dragon Clan has been defeated head-on by him!" Hermi quickly explained.

"Is the Golden Dragon Vegetable Grower so wasteful?"

Hermi's eyes widened when he saw this, and he was obviously full of contempt for the golden dragon, and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him that it was not that the golden dragon arbiter was too wasteful, but that the frost wings were too strong, and a large group of bards also advised, in short, that the old brass dragon should not be sent to death.

The silver dragon Lori crouched under the shadow of the big brass dragon, eating and laughing, and several bards pinched their sweat, and Darius watched quietly at the brass dragon that suddenly appeared. Goriansky', admitting in his heart that he had just had the idea of fooling the old brass dragon and letting it die with the Frost Wings, but this retarded idea was quickly rejected by his reason, the brass dragon was an amazingly unreliable dragon, and the failure to go to the Frost Wings was ten out of ten, and there was a danger of drawing the Windtalker Alliance's dark line in the Northlands.