Ten miles north of the camp of the Middle Route Army is a soothing hill.

A coarse cloth tent stood alone on top of the mound. In the open space outside the tent, a middle-aged man with squinting eyes was hurriedly cooking on a fire. In this respect, he was obviously a novice, pouting and blowing for a long time, and his two mustaches were rolled up, but the faint bonfire still did not show any improvement.

"Okay, are you?" asked an irritated shout from inside the tent.

"Right away, Shogun. The middle-aged man turned around and replied respectfully, but secretly, he was cursing quietly. I was really unlucky, I thought I was leaning on a big tree, but I didn't expect that after only a few days, the tree fell and scattered. also blamed him for working too weekdays, and even mixed into the position of deputy general, but now he can't figure out how to skept it, and he was directly dismissed from his military position, and ended up with the same fate as his master.

"Fuck you, General!" he poked Davide in the sore spot again, and the dragon knight scolded angrily and walked out of the tent. He wore a loose robe so as not to touch the wound, but the burning pain on his back and hips continued to rise and fall, and the slightest touch would hurt into the bone marrow.

"Yes, yes, sir. The middle-aged man hurriedly changed his name, and only promised to agree.

"If you dare to do this again, I will take you to feed the dragon. Davide casually threatened. He limped to the left side of the hill, looked around for a moment, then quickly turned his head and asked, "Where is my dragon?"

Hearing a hint of panic in his tone, the middle-aged man secretly sneered, but on the surface he still replied respectfully, "Lord Pringer, you may have foraged for food." ”

"Oh......" Davide breathed a sigh of relief, he had nothing left but the red dragon Pringer. If even the dragon forsake him. Then the only dragon knight on the continent can only shrink in a corner, like a maggot, and finish the miserable second half of his life.

Davide let go of the fist he had been clenching, and the jade flute, which was more than three inches long, lay quietly in the palm of his hand. He lifted it to his lips. Trembling, he blew the dragon flute. Silent fluctuations spread far away, summoning the other side of the dragon knight contract.

Davide knew that he had to recall Pringer, or if something happened to the hungry dragon, he would never recover. As he played the dragon flute, he looked around, his eyes full of anxiety. Yet a minute passed, two minutes passed. There was still no dragon in the sky.

As twilight wore on, Davide grew more and more frustrated, and five minutes at the speed of a dragon was enough to rush back from anywhere within a hundred miles.

Could it be that at the time of the betrayal of his relatives, Pringer was also going to break the contract and leave him?

At the right time. There was a hiss from the sky, and the black-red dragon broke through the clouds. Swoop straight down and land on the hilly side.

Pringer ...... Pringer ...... "The dragon lowered its head, and Davide ran over with joy, hugging the slender dragon's neck, and calling its name.

This is what he took for it, and this is the sign that it belongs to him. "Pringer" in the old Snowton saying. Meaning "calamity," Davide's face, clinging to the cold scales, murmured, "Prigel." Let's bring 'Pringer' to each and every one of them. ”

The return of the dragon made Davide, who was already on the verge of collapse, barely cheer up a little.

He quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned around, and asked casually, "Didn't the battalion send cattle and sheep to Pringer?"

"No," replied the middle-aged man, who glanced at him and shook his head, "there is some rice in the tent, but that is not enough for Lord Pringer to stuff his teeth...... I also went to the camp to ask, but I was stopped by the sentry and couldn't even enter the back camp. ”

"Forget it. Davide waved his hand and remained silent. There was still a little blood on the corner of Prilinger's mouth, and he didn't know if it was a human or an animal, but he didn't want to delve into it, because there was no need for that.

"Don't mess around there," seeing that the middle-aged man hadn't lit a fire for a long time, Davide snorted impatiently, "Get up, I have a task for you." ”

"Master, what's the matter?" the middle-aged man patted the ash on his hand and waited for his life.

"You go back to the north overnight and find out what that Sirea is, and where they have gone," Davide commanded in a hateful voice, "I need the most detailed information, and when you are done, wait for me in Norman." ”

"Yes," the middle-aged man was obviously hesitant, he looked at the blood oozing from under Davide's shirt, and asked tentatively, "But ...... the wounds on your body, sir?"

"It's okay, you can go by yourself," seeing his concern on his face, Davide's tone softened a little, "You do your best, and after I recover, I will definitely make you soar." ”

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement, returned to the tent to clean up, and slipped down the hill with his package on his back. Davide looked north, and only then did he bow his head in contemplation until the night engulfed his figure.

"Do you really think he's loyal?" the old man's voice suddenly sounded, and in the open space in front of the tent, a few stars flickered together, and then Bilaneo stretched out his hand, walked out, and said slowly, "His package is unusually heavy, and he must have collected all the valuable things in the account." ”

"So what?" Davide asked indifferently. After this ordeal, his city has deepened a lot.

The old magician smiled and said no more. He stood beside Davide and asked in a low voice, "When are you going to return to the North?"

"When you can ride a dragon," Davide was relatively polite to this "life-saving benefactor", "The master is here, what do you have to say?"

"Don't go back to Norman, go somewhere else for me. With a flick of his fingers, Viranoo flicked a grain of starlight in front of the two of them, outlining the outline of the entire continent.

"Why?" Davide asked, puzzled.

"There's an opportunity, if you can take it," Villano's tone was full of temptation, "and you'll be the ruler of the Northlands, the king of the Snowton Empire." ”

"With such a rebellious remark, the master is not afraid that I will tell the king?" Davide asked with an expressionless face.

"Will you?" the old magician turned to look at him, his eyes deep.

"Even if I did, Nacini wouldn't believe it. Davide was silent for a long time, and then he gave his own answer, and he called him "Nacini", obviously resentful in his heart, which was still not dissolved.

"So, did you agree?" asked Vilaneo, firmly, for he knew that Davide would not refuse.

"Where?" asked Davide, after a moment's thought.

"Running Wolf Plain. Villano's mouth slowly spat out a word, and it was there that Davide obtained his mount, the dragon, and the legendary mage and the dragon knight joined forces to subdue the barbarians of the plains.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (From today onwards, two to three shifts a day.) ）