"Are you still alive?" Bono, who was covered in burning and pain, faintly heard a voice, like a drowning man seeing the sunlight through a mirror.

"If you live, get up quickly, if you don't get up, we'll really be dead, uncle." Again, the voice came.

Bono struggled to open his eyes, and when he looked up, he was pulled up by a pair of strong hands, he bent down and propped his hands on his thighs, feeling that his throat had been burned through, and his breath smelled of burning.

"We're meeting real dragons, not crippled people who have just woken up from their coffins." Bono spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, stood up, looked at Fingal twice, and asked:

"Got it?"

The iron-gray-haired man shook his head: "It's not a question of not thinking about it at all," Fengou gritted his teeth with a face full of gritted teeth, and he swore that he would not be a person if he did not swear this revenge:

"It's an old man who joined forces with someone to pit one of my juniors, no one thinks I can hide it, the best way to hide the enemy is to hide it from my own people, one of the three people has hidden it from me, and even the mental hint is used, I didn't expect that old thing to even be bribed by the people of the psychological department."

"So that guy left you behind?" Bono's questions go straight to the point, not only because of his innate talent for seeing the weaknesses of things, but also because of the artist's keen insight, which allows him to find the key points in his communication.

Fingal looked ahead, and Patsy Gattuso's life had been manipulated by the white dragon, and then thrown away like a broken doll and fell to the ground, and that single blow could already threaten the lives of ordinary people.

"Yes, but it's not a good backhand." Fingal sighed and pulled out a leather bag that he had been carrying with him since he left Kassel, but he didn't even know when he had taken them with him.

Uncle Bono opened the mouth of the bag and looked inside, a little puzzled, it was a white ball with blue lines and a heart intertwined with black and red, the former with a modern sense of technology, the latter exuded primitive horror and restlessness:

"What is this?"

"Alchemy Bomb."

Bono's hand shook slightly.

Fingal said casually: "This is the thing he asked me to give you, the task is to blow up all the dragon king's bedrooms, but this place is sturdy, and the power of this thing can't be so great that it kills us all, so it's up to you, how much time do you need?" ”

"It's not a matter of time or not!" Bono, who just felt some hope, felt that he was only limited and very irritable: "Doesn't this thing have any instructions for use?" I don't want to be killed by my own bombs. ”

"Senior brother, he interned in the equipment department for a year, you know." Fingal slurred: "I don't really know if it's reliable or not, the indication is that the spherical physical thing in front of you is placed in the position you have found, and the detonator is on it, and the physical power is enough to shatter here." ”

"Do you know a little bit about alchemy?" Bono asked suddenly.

"I took an S for the academy's compulsory practical alchemy entry, and my girlfriend is the only student of the traditional alchemy department, so I have learned a little."

"So did you know that there's that damn dragon's alchemy circuit everywhere here? It is impossible to destroy it with my eyes and physical explosions alone! ”

"There's a black heart in the back, that thing can destroy some of the alchemy circuits and paralyze them all in a short time, as long as you crush that heart before you detonate it, this palace can be destroyed."

Bono swallowed: "What do you think this place is?" ”

There was only silence in response, and ahead of him, Aram Cain Hurst charged at the blood-stained dragons of the bone sword, just as his ancestors had died on the battlefield of dragon slaying millennia ago.

"This is his M's dragon king's dormitory, although we don't say it, but everyone knows that ninety percent of this hellish place is a Nibelungen! If this place collapses, we'll all have to bury this damn palace! His plan is to bring everyone to the end of the world in a righteous and awe-inspiring way? How did your brother look like a black-hearted vendor when he was trading with Laurent! Have you Kassel students been brainwashed by Angers? ”

"I don't deny the fact that the academy brainwashed us." Fengou smiled: "But it's also true that we and the dragons don't die, you just say it's not going to do it." ”

Bono also uses silence to answer this righteous but actually fatal nonsense, but from the beginning of the conversation, his words and spirits are running wildly, trying to find the "eyes" of this building that grows on its own.

My old friend is afraid that he will be buried with the dragon king here, but unfortunately he also gave birth to a beautiful little niece, and he spent all his time on Laurent's tasks and architectural arts, and now he has no wife, and Ah Fu has urged him many times, but he is also a "romantic" Frenchman, and the marriage has been delayed until now.

It's just that I don't know if the women who chatted in bed left him any small surprises, otherwise even if he died, he would have a descendant........

A sloppy voice pulled him out of his memories.

"I said, uncle, this is not dead yet! Don't start the squeeze. Fingal patted him on the shoulder, and the expression on the tough guy's face was strange, revealing an inexplicable slut.

"Although my senior brother is unreliable in many places, and likes to trick people, he doesn't say anything in his heart, but there is one thing worth believing." Fingal grinned:

"He is very greedy, so many people's lives, he will not sell them easily."

Bono sighed helplessly: "If you are sold by him like this, you will count the money for him." ”

Fingal drew the machete and swiped his thumb on the blade:

"That's my dear senior brother, I believe that the money from selling me is too much for me to count!" With a twist of his wrist and a magnificent turn of the machete in his hand, he turned back and asked:

"Uncle, why did you come here to take risks? So far, to tell you the truth, it is unlikely that my senior brother will sell me, but he probably won't hesitate to sell you at all! ”

Bono's expression was bitter: "Remember when we first came to save people?" If your brother somehow disappears in such a place for days, son, can you bear to stay above the camp? ”

The blood of Fingal's thumb flowed through the entire machete, and when the blood flowed to the end, the whole knife turned into a pitch-black color, and the black knife light began to extend the length of the blade, and the irregular extension made the whole machete weird, and full of ferocious deterrence, and the next moment the black flames seemed to be fueled by those bloods, and the blazing temperature distorted the nearby air, and the blade was filled with a sense of distortion.

Bono looked at the gorgeous and less violent short sword in his hand, his face twitched, although he knew that relying on his own words, short and light cold weapons and hot weapons could achieve better results, but from his past obsession with the artistic beauty of instant collapse, he could vaguely glimpse the uncle's pursuit of violent aesthetics.

The twisted and ferocious nature of the knife caught his eye directly.

"So, uncle, hurry up and set up the bomb, at least before we are hacked to death by this dragon with a sword, we can still pull these monsters as backs, and I will be responsible for stopping this dragon."

Bono snorted twice and asked:

"This is the knife that your senior brother trained for you?"

"Of course!" Fingal's eyebrows fluttered: "The next generation of Flamel is carefully forged, if we can get out alive, I can let him refine it for you, and give you a nine-point and eighty-point discount!" ”

The uncle cut dissatisfied, and asked casually, "What is the name of this knife?" ”

Fingal blinked.

It was on the eve of graduation, in the Night's Watch Clock Tower, where the only time the two would meet, Chen Mo handed him a cloth bag wrapped in a long knife, which contained a freshly baked blade, and he asked the same question at that time.

Fingal dragged the sword tiger and jumped out, and the surging black flames slashed towards the white dragon with the blade,

"Kill the Flame Demon Knife."

"Remember, uncle."