Hearing Blaise's words, Albert fell into deep thought. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Is it really as the other party said, he is not powerless, but retreats out of fear.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and rearranged all the records of the blood clan in the dragon's memory, not letting go of any details.

Brysle looked at Albert, hoping that the little guy would find a way and regain his faith. No matter how powerful a person is, once his faith collapses, he will lose his fighting spirit and become vulnerable.

He didn't want anything to happen to Albert, and it wasn't long before the elves needed the last dragon.

After a moment, Blysle breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Albert's expression become more focused and determined, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

Although this little guy is still a little reckless and immature, the quality and will shown by the other party are all admirable. He believes that in the future, the name Albert will go down in history.

In addition to praise, Blysle's eyes were more envious.

Compared to the dragon bloodline that tends to be perfect, the elves who receive the blessings of nature will be overshadowed.

Powerful dragon magic, unique dragon blood inheritance, the dragon is destined for the future from the moment it is born.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a few days and nights had passed. Albert wanders through the knowledge base built by the dragon legacy, when suddenly, a special plant catches his eye. Bloodclot, a herb unique to the Gard Forest. Outwardly, there is little difference between the rhizome and the weed, with the only difference being that the rhizome of the weed is bright red. And the reason why the blood clotting grass is special is also derived from this bright red rhizome.

This kind of blood clotting grass is very rare, but now it is not precious, and no one even cares about it.

However, in the ancient Dark Age, the bloodclotting grass was a sacred object in the eyes of the Terrans, and only the rhizomes of the bloodclotting grass could eliminate the boiling blood toxins of the vampires, so that the Terrans who had become werewolves could get rid of the control of the vampires and regain their sanity and memory.

Of course, even if you get rid of the vampire's control, the werewolf form cannot be eliminated.

It was a mutation of life, and the sun god was powerless to reverse it.

"I found a solution. Albert retracted his thoughts and looked at Blysle with confidence and hope in his eyes.

"I know you won't let me down. Blaisle didn't hesitate to appreciate, "Tell me, what did you find?" His tone was curious, the dragon blood inheritance encompassed almost all the knowledge of this world, even the most knowledgeable elves could only bow down.

"Blood clotted grass. Albert said with a light smile.

"What's that?" Blysle frowned, the first time he heard the word.

"A plant that can restrain vampires. Albert opened his mouth and told the other party everything about the bloodclot.

"It's incredible, the magic of nature awes the elves. Blysle exclaimed, this is the second time he's lost his temper today.

Albert nodded and said hesitantly, "Honorable Great Sage, I would like to ask you for one thing. ”

"Tell me, my old friend. Blysle smiled.

"With my strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult to penetrate deep into the heart of the Gard Mountains. Albert said it, albeit a little hard to say. His face was slightly red, and he lowered his head to peek at Blysle's expression, his voice low and inaudible, "But you're different, collecting some blood clotting grass is nothing to you at all. Of course, this may be a loss of your identity, but I can't trust anyone but you. ”

With that, Albert looked up and looked at Blaise, hoping that the other party would grant his request.

"I'm sorry, kid, I can't help you. Blysle shook his head and smiled, "It's not because of my identity, it's that I can't leave." ”

"Yes...... All right. Albert opened his mouth to say something, but eventually chose to shut up. Blaisle is a great sage admired by thousands of people, there is no need to lie to him at all, the other party must really be powerless.

Blysle smiled wryly, "I can't go there myself, but I can find you a guide." ”

"Thank you for your help. Albert made a mage salute, then politely refused, "But I can do it alone." "He didn't want too many people to know about vampires, and Blythele and the members of the Aurora Mercenary Regiment could be trusted, but he couldn't trust anyone he hadn't met. If he wasn't worried about the matter leaking, he could have issued a commission to the Mercenary Guild and hired a powerful helper.

"Don't worry, she's the granddaughter of my good friend. Blysle smiled, as if he had guessed what Albert was thinking.

After a moment of silence, Albert nodded. Since he was the one trusted by the Great Sage of Blaise, he had nothing to worry about. And he really lacks a guide who knows the forest, because he's a super road idiot.

"Thank you very much for your help. With that, Albert performed another mage salute.

"It's nothing. Blysle shrugged, "Besides, I need your help with one thing as well. ”

"Of course. Albert nodded, and suddenly something came to mind, "Is there anything about why vampires are on the continent of Atlantis?" he asked him.

"You're smart, let me tell you my specific plans. Blysle nodded, then stretched out his hand, and a ghostly light appeared, and an extra piece of parchment appeared in his hand.

Albert's eyes lit up, and he looked envious.

That is the power that only the strong of the Holy Rank can grasp, opening up a small dimensional space.

"Your guide will be waiting for you here. Blysle pointed to the western edge of the Auston Empire, which borders the Gard Mountains, "When you find the bloodclotting grass and kill the vampires, remember to come to me." He looked at him and his expression became serious, "I'll tell you what to do next, although the task ahead will be difficult, but for some reason, I can only trust you now." ”

"Rest assured, I won't let you down. Albert nodded, and with a few words, he turned and left the president's room.

Looking at Albert's back, Blythe's brows furrowed, "Wurm, elves, coalition forces." He muttered, "Who betrayed the oath and brought the vampire back to the surface." Blysle lowered his head and walked slowly out the window, "I hope it's not you, my people." ”