Hearing Borch's voice, Wayne was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that the so-called Mirgatablake should refer to the green dragon in front of him, and the so-called child refers to the dragon egg that is now being held in the arms of the green dragon.

However, thinking that Borch and this green dragon met for no more than five minutes, and they became pick-up men and happy fathers so quickly, it can only be said that the dragon family's concept of fertility may be very different from that of humans.

No matter what he thought in his heart, on the surface, Wayne still pretended to be quite surprised, and congratulated:

"Congratulations, my friend, when this incident is over, you will be able to have a happy family."

The golden dragon raised his slender and slender neck with some pride, and the voice appeared in Wayne's mind.

"She thinks I'm the most powerful and charismatic male dragon she's ever seen."

"When this crisis is over, she will be willing to give me a new bloodline."

Now that there are so few dragons, this green dragon probably hasn't seen a few male dragons, Wayne complained in his heart, but he still kept congratulating Borch.

After about a few minutes, Borch also recovered from his original excitement, and he suddenly asked Wayne with some sadness:

"Wayne, my friend, Mirgata Blake is too badly injured right now, and I won't have the magic of detoxification and healing."

"Before you came here, you said you had a way to heal her, is that true?"

Wayne nodded, and then, under Borch's gaze, he took out the Demon Pattern Storage Bag that he had placed close to him, took out a bottle of Intermediate Healing Potion from Azeroth, and after looking at the green dragon's size, he took out another bottle.

Put it in your hand and show it to Borch.

Seeing this, Borch's tall golden body shook for a moment, and soon turned back into the middle-aged man who was a little short and fat, and he sighed first.

"Wow, magic pocket, is this some kind of strange magic item?"

Then, picking up the two bottles of healing potion in Wayne's hand, he put them next to his nose and sniffed them, and asked:

"What kind of potion is this, is it a potion for you witchers?"

Wayne shook his head, he didn't have to think about the lie, he opened his mouth and came:

"Our witcher's potion is a fierce poison to other creatures, this is the healing potion I asked for from a druid elder, it can heal physical wounds at a very fast speed, there are only three bottles in total, and they are my treasures that I keep to save my life in a critical moment."

"But we are friends, and your wife is also my friend, so let her drink these two bottles of medicine quickly, although it may not completely cure her, but it will definitely relieve her pain."

The simple-minded Golden Dragon Bolch was immediately moved by Wayne's generous and righteous attitude, he picked up the two bottles of potion, reached out and hugged Wayne, and said:

"Thank you, my friend, I thank you for my wife and unborn child, don't worry, as a friend, I will definitely not let you suffer, and when Mirgatabreck's health is better, I will definitely repay your generosity."

The Intermediate Healing Potion from Azeroth works very well, and it is a general-purpose healing potion that replenishes the depleted life force in the living beings' bodies.

After the green dragon took the potion, the pain in his body was immediately improved, and there was a gurgling sound in his stomach, poof! Several foul-smelling smoke erupted from behind him, quickly expelling most of the toxins from his body, and his body showed obvious signs of recovery, which made Borch happy and surprised at the same time.

Although there are potions in this world to restore injuries, there has never been a potion that can recover so quickly and with such good results.

At the same time, he also understood the preciousness of this potion, and became more and more grateful to Wayne.

He loudly praised Wayne's potion and reassured him that he would be rewarded handsomely afterwards.

He was very happy to get to the side of the green dragon, and seemed to be eager to get close to his wife, not minding the stench she had just discharged.

And at this moment, I don't know if it was because of the recovery effect of my mother's injury, the dragon egg that was held in the arms of the green dragon made a clattering sound.

Under the gaze of Wayne and the two dragons, several cracks opened at the tip of the dragon egg, and then soon, a small thing covered in slime and gray like a puppy broke through the eggshell and stuck its head out of the hole.

It opened its toothless mouth, breathed in the air outside the dragon's egg, and then let out a cry like a frog, and spat out a mouthful, thick saliva at the nearest Borch.

Seeing the birth of the baby dragon, Borch was even more excited than her mother, danced a few times, then stretched out his tongue and licked the baby dragon a few times, and said to Wayne happily:

"Haha, congratulations, my friend, my child was born, and I became a father."

Looking at the gray little young dragon, since Borch himself didn't care about this kind of happy father, of course Wayne wouldn't say anything.

He cautiously stepped forward, carefully observing the little female dragon that should be named Saqia Sasas in the future, and then sincerely congratulated and blessed Borchi and his wife.

Who would have thought that in less than twenty years, this little dragon in front of him would grow into an adult and then rule Aden, a country of many races.

………………

At the same time, in the camp at the foot of the mountain.

Accompanied by Yennefer, Geralt managed to infiltrate the dragon hunting team organized by King Nedamir.

And in the team, he also saw the rivals in this operation, Ike Knight of Denesler, Yarpan of the Dwarven Squad. Zygrin, and the Clingfield Marauder Trio.

With the exception of Ike Knight, who had been kneeling on the stone and praying to the sky, the marauder brothers of the dwarf Alpan and Klingfi had apparently not welcomed the arrival of the sorceress Yennefer, and from the very beginning of their meeting, they had sneered in a voice that everyone could hear, and this disgust was quickly transmitted to Geralt.

The haughty sorceress didn't even look at the rude dwarves and marauders, and was led by a fat steward named Gironsteen to the young king's tent.

Geralt, the strange-looking witcher, was rightfully stopped outside the tent, much to Yennefer's displeasure.

After some negotiation, the sorceress whispered to Geralt:

"This king is an arrogant young man, and he is not difficult to deal with, but the witchers, the rude dwarves outside, and the unscrupulous marauders are your opponents."

"Go ahead, talk to them, find out their weaknesses, and tell me what you've found when I come out."

When Geralt heard this, he glanced at Ye Naifa helplessly, his dream lover was still so strong and full of control, and everyone around him had to do things according to her orders, otherwise he would be rewarded with a blank look or a scolding.

However, the white wolf knew in her heart that this attitude of not seeing the outside was a certain kind of closeness she had to herself.

In the face of outsiders such as princes and nobles or wealthy merchants and noblewomen, Ye Naifa will instead become a gentle and caring bosom friend with a very sweet mouth.

He shrugged his shoulders, not daring to refute Yennefa's order, the time to say goodbye a few years ago hurt Yennefer a lot, she was still in a state of extreme anger, but in order to achieve her own purpose, she did not break out against Geralt.

If he dared to contradict him, maybe the sorceress would do it right here, using magic to turn him into a rat running all over the ground, or just throw him into a dung pit.

Geralt held his steel sword and nodded to Yennefer, waiting for the sorceress to enter the king's tent before walking somewhat reluctantly towards the dwarves and marauders.

Before he could get closer, the youngest of the marauders, spat thick phlegm into the ground, cursed in a low voice, and then said to his other companion:

"Shit stepping on a horse, Lao Tzu's luck is too bad, yesterday he was a stupid shoemaker who thought he had poisoned the green dragon, and today he has a fucking white-haired witcher."

"What shit, a combination of witches and sorceresses, is there anything more disgusting than that?"

The eldest brother of the marauders, Buthot, slapped the younger brother on the head and said:

"You mouth, offend people for me every day, demon hunters are not easy to mess with, they have two swords, and now they have the support of a despicable sorceress, you force two more sentences, maybe we have to take out our swords before we meet the green dragon, and we will have to fight first."

The dwarf Alpan laughed, and then said to his fellow dwarves beside him:

"This shit king, he's a fucking stingy guy who hides in his tent and eats venison and beef, and then gives us rat meat."

"Damn, he didn't even let us enjoy the wine, and he still wanted us to sell his life, human beings are really stupid and greedy as always, especially these inbred nobles."

"I haven't seen a few smart guys."

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