Looking at the white dragon in front of him, Darius suddenly found that there was no fear in his heart. Rather, it is a kind of relaxation similar to a sudden realization. A weightless dizziness followed, and in the darkness in front of him, he completely lost consciousness.

This bard usually doesn't talk much, but he is the most thoughtful of the few bards who have been captured, and anyone who is heavy is prone to mental allergies.

For more than 20 days, he ate Tujia and did not get enough sleep, and his spirit was seriously stimulated. What's even worse is that he remembered that the news he had passed on to the Windtalker Alliance these days had all been done under the nose of this 'brass dragon', and Darius finally knew what the strange gaze that this great brass dragon often showed at such times meant.

It's over, the Northlands Alliance is over.

With desperate thoughts, he was the first of several bards to lose consciousness.

The middle-aged human bard Shaun Sr. and the young poet Enrique both looked horrified, their faces pale and completely speechless.

When they received this task, Bai He had long since stopped operating in the Northlands, to be exact, after personally conquering the North Wind Harbor and letting the ruling group of the Duchy of Walch fight the streets, the subsequent power expansion actions of the White River Group were presided over by Ellie Dead Fat Man and the S Department, and Bai He had not personally participated;

It took a long time for the two human bards to regain a little of their ability to think, and old Sean looked at Baihe, his face gradually becoming more vicious, and Enrique's face became even paler.

The brass dragon and the old scholar were completely dumbfounded, and Bai He laughed three times and pinched Hermitros's neck: "RUA! MY DEAR GRANDSON, HAVE YOU GROWN A LITTLE AFTER STUDYING FOR SO LONG?"

"Frost Wings! It's you!" Hermitros was furious, the light on his body flashed, and he was about to change back to his original form desperately, but seeing Bai He holding a vial, chanting words in his mouth, he couldn't hear what the spell was, Hermitros felt a thunderous bang in his head, and his body immediately weakened, and after a whirlwind, he opened his eyes again, and found himself in a glass bottle with runes pasted on it, and outside the glass bottle, only the huge scales of Frost Wings could be seen.

"Frost Wings, you sinister and cunning fellow, let me out!" the brass dragon cried out indignantly, his heart full of grievances—just a moment ago, he was quite happy, although he had been tortured for more than twenty days, he could feel that under the strict teaching of the 'brass dragon clan' Gou Lionsky, his level of poetry writing had skyrocketed, and he clearly felt that he had consumed hundreds of thousands of words of waste manuscripts to finally finalize the successful "Song of the White Dragon" Although it is less than 30,000 words, it is a wonderful work in terms of rhyme and content.

The scholars also gave him great praise, which made Brass Dragon very excited, and in his opinion, the creation of this "Song of the White Dragon" was the starting point of the glory of his great bard Hermi in Antas, learning the essence of poetry, and creating more beautiful works in the future to terrify the murderous tyrants of the multiverse.

It was well worth it to suffer for this short period of time, and Hermitros was even very grateful to the Great Brass Dragon.

But this brass dragon is actually pretended by Frost Wings!

Hemmitros simply suspected that he was blind, the magic power of the Frost Wings was amazing, it was not surprising that he could hide from him, but this silver dragon was also not pretended? After being used as a monkey by this white dragon for more than 20 days, Hermitros could imagine what a laughing stock he would become if this matter got out.

With the memory of the dragon clan, I'm afraid that this kind of thing will be remembered for thousands of years, and in the future, it will become the talk of a certain bard?

The more Hermitros thought about it, the more angry he became, he squatted in the glass bottle, raised his finger and angrily scolded Bai He: "Frost Wings, you despicable and shameless person! Let me out, I'm going to duel with you!"

"It's all like this, and you still threaten your grandfather and me?" Bai He vigorously bumped the bottle up and down a few times, Hermitros suddenly became dizzy, and Bai He looked at him with disdain: "I have no grievances with you, you actually arranged a collection of poems to slander me, it just so happens that there are many fewer dragons in the spare bloodline of our laboratory, you can first give us a five-hundred-year research object." ”

"Help! Help!Help!" Hermitros was gone, and the people of the White River Research Institute usually recruited some ordinary people to be temporary participants at high prices among the people to participate in some less dangerous experiments, and inevitably some information leaked out - many former enemies of Frost Wings, and creatures that Frost Wings did not want to live well, suffered in the laboratory every day, and some rumors became exaggerated, and gradually, the people of the Northland knew that the Frost Wings Research Institute was one of the most dangerous places in the Northland.

Hermitros knew more clearly, he was a hardware coin party commissioned by the Windtalker Alliance to specialize in the Wings of Black Frost and Cold, and he had quite a lot of black information in his hands - otherwise, how could he know so clearly about the dragon life trajectory of White River? Naturally, he also knew how terrible White River's laboratory was, and none of the enemies of White River who entered it could come out normally, he thought of some information, and he was even more devastated, and he began to beg for mercy with a strong heart: "Frost ...... Frost Wings! There must be some misunderstanding, I didn't mean it! It was the Windtalker Alliance that forced me to do it! I was also forced to do it! Please let me out, you have taught me the essence of writing poetry, and I am willing to promote it for you for free! The true king of the Northland! The invincible white dragon!

Bai He shook the glass bottle a few times, and complained in his heart, where did he dare to let this guy out? After living in another world for many years, he knew that his writing skills were powerful, and after the Internet community was embedded in the Dragon Age, the cultural atmosphere of the Northland would change greatly in minutes. As long as there are enough netizens, this literary model will soon become popular. This is almost an inevitable trend after the development of information.

In this environment, the vast number of people's many low-level tastes (YY) have become the main direction of literary creation, and in the state of traditional literature, the literary and youth literary market that was originally supplied to a small number of petty bourgeois groups has exploded, all of which are creatures that have been rolling in real life for many years.

With a peculiar hypocrisy, Bai He didn't want people to know that the little Baiwen in this world was taught by himself, how embarrassing would it be? Wouldn't he be sprayed to death by a group of young people?

Seeing that Bai He was indifferent, the brass dragon scolded loudly, and even affected the silver dragon Xiao Lori next to him, if he hadn't been misled by this silver dragon, he would have been suspicious: "Hey! You are a silver dragon! How can you turn your back on His Majesty Bahamut's teachings and conclude a contract with a white dragon? Repent quickly! Look, you have already harmed me! Will your family and your relatives and friends approve of your approach?"

"Skimmly! Yasza shut up this rude fellow. Chrissy rolled her eyes and pulled her lower eyelid down with her fingers to make a grimace, and Shirakawa laughed and threw the bottle into another dimension.

"Lord Frostwings, how are these bards so thin and smelly? When the blue dragon Vickers got the news, he walked in, and when he saw the few bards left on the ground, his eyebrows curled.

"They don't stink at all, except for this old man, the rest of me have been deliberately hungry for more than ten days, ha, every time they pull is clear water, just peel off the skin before eating, and the intestines and stomach are all clean. Shirakawa explained with a grin.

"Wonderful!" After listening to Bai He's explanation, Blue Dragon Vickers' eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands: "I heard that before eating seashells, you have to put them in the clear water and spit out the sand in your stomach, and Lord Frost Wings has the same trick in this move. ”

"Oh my God! It's the poet hunter Vickers! More than 20 comrades in the alliance have been eaten by him this year!" Enrique, the young poet, listened to the conversation between the two dragons, and directly cried and knelt down to the white river: "Your Majesty the Frost Wings! I surrender! Don't eat me!"

"Coward!" Old Sean was furious and glared at Bai He: "Evil dragon, you can eat us today! One day, your fur and bones will be placed in the hall of justice, as a testimony that justice has defeated evil, you group of enslaved humans, fierce and vicious fellows will not be proud for long!"

Blue Dragon Vickers glanced at Bai He, saw the latter nodding with a smile, and began to cast a spell in understanding, a cleaning spell was placed on this old bard, and he was about to take a bite to turn him off, glanced at the little silver dragon below, shook his head, and snorted and stuffed old Sean into the half-plane: "Tsk~ It's better to cook it." ”

"Forget it!" Bai He smiled and waved his claws, put the stunned Enrique and the unconscious Darius into bottles, and looked at the old scholar who had been sluggish: "Sir, these bards of the Windtalker Alliance are of low quality and have bad intentions, you don't want to mix with them in the future, you want to investigate the history of poetry in the Northland, I can give you a note, you can come and go as you like in my territory, well, it's called a bard license." ”

As he spoke, he conjured out a notebook and handed it to the old scholar, leaving the cave with Vickers and the little silver dragon.

The scholar was stunned for a while, and watched the three dragons fly away in a daze, before he broke free from his dreaming expression, and looked at the small white book in his hand with a wry smile, the content was not complicated, a bard's license and a magic symbol.

It's just that when he looked at this book, he felt more and more that the past twenty days seemed like an illusory dream.

He never dreamed that there would be such a funny dragon in this world, and in order to tease the enemy, he would cooperate with the other party to write poems scolding him, and he looked like he was enjoying it.

It's really a big world.

The old scholar sighed, put his license in his backpack, and limped out of the cave on crutches.

As Shirakawa said, he and the Windtalker Alliance were indeed just passing by, and these guys hit the streets, and he didn't mean to ask Frost Wings for justice, but the magical experience of this period of time was enough to compose a new poem.

How do you write the beginning? The old poet has made a difficulty, and the first three chapters of gold are very important.