Chapter 42 Spare Tire

Zoya covered her mouth and let out a sob. If she hadn't been able to touch Diarlando now, she would have pounced on her and shook her so hard that he wouldn't be intimidating. However, if even the dragon can't hold it, there is no need to say how bad Diarlando's current situation is.

The young dragon who was thrown to the ground let out a faint grunt, and then its little paws twitched twice, as if it was about to wake up. Zoya saw hope in an instant, and hurriedly picked up the young dragon, and called out loudly: "Rises, wake up!

The young dragon, who heard the noise, flicked its tail impatiently, and then looked around in a daze with one eye half-open. At the sight of a circle of familiar faces, it yawned and scratched its stomach with its paws, grunting, "I'm hungry." ”

"Dearrando has been cursed by Fellalen, see if you can help him!" Zoya held the young dragon and brought it to Deirlando's front so that he could inspect it.

When Resaces heard this, he immediately rolled over and jumped from her hand to Deirlando's forehead, sniffing anxiously to diagnose the problem. It sniffed and muttered words like "pollution" and "erosion" back and forth several times before finally lying down and closing its eyes and pressing its belly against Deirlando's forehead. A faint white light emanated from it, and it looked as if it was healing its own symbiote.

Everyone watched with bated breath for a long time, until the carriage stopped, and there was no new movement from Reses.

"What should I do?"

When the coachman opened the door and asked them to get out of the car, Zoya looked at the immobile man and dragon. I didn't know if I could move people down, so I asked Fayle.

The mage said to Zoya, "I can't make direct contact, I can use the wind element to get him down, but I need to have a stretcher." ”

Zoya immediately instructed the butler of the Doge's Palace, who had come to receive her, in Hovland, and in a short time someone arrived with a blanket and a stretcher.

After carefully draping the blanket over Diarlando, Fayle told everyone to go down first, then took out the bronze bone staff, rolled up a small whirlwind, slowly lifted the man from the seat of the carriage, and then moved him out of the carriage. Finally, it was gently placed in the stretcher.

Several people in a carriage in the back got out of the car and saw the scene. His face was solemn, knowing that something new must have happened.

The servants carried the stretchers to the arranged rooms, but after a short time they began to exclaim. It turned out that through the blanket, you could see that frost was spreading from under the blanket, and it soon spread along the handrail of the stretcher to the hand of the person carrying the stretcher.

Both Rumme and Zoya drew their staffs. Protective charms were placed on the four servants. With that thin barrier of magic. The frost stopped an inch or so in front of the barrier. However, they did not stop growing, but continued to thicken, and soon a thin crust of ice formed on the periphery of the stretcher could be seen with the naked eye. And it's getting thicker.

The stretcher bearers were almost running wildly, and they hurried to the room, and Fayle let them lie directly on the bed with the stretcher. Immediately after putting down the terrible thing in their hands, the servants ran out of the room as if they were running for their lives. The butler reprimanded them a few times, but after listening to the lecture, the men hurried away.

It was a duplex suite, and Zoya had two physicians in the small room to treat the Dreadhorn King's wounds, and Radar and Dan watched them. The rest of the people gathered around the bed, and Fayle gently cracked the thin ice on the blanket with his cane, and lifted it up. Although the curse on Dearlando's skin did not worsen, it did not improve in the slightest. Ryses was still lying on his stomach, not knowing what he was doing.

Lan Li clasped his hands and was silent for a while, then said, "Now, I'm afraid it's time for us to have to make a decision. ”

His words sounded harsh in the silence of the room, and everyone turned their heads to stare at him. Zoya's face changed, and she scolded him angrily: "What do you mean?"

Lan Li's old face made a look of embarrassment, but he still said his thoughts: "We all know that the dragon singer is the link that keeps the dragon connected to our world. If anything happens to Dearrando, then the cubs of the Starlight Dragon will lose this bond, or the restraint. ”

"We all know how powerful the dragon is, the control of the baby dragon is especially weak, and this is still a hybrid baby dragon, once the vacuum of the contractor is left, it is difficult to imagine what kind of disaster will happen. Lan Li's words were immediately echoed by Rum. Dan, who was supposed to be next door, didn't know when he stood at the door, and at this moment he also spoke out in agreement with Lan Li's statement.

"I admire what Dillando has done so far, but if he is no longer able to carry the burden, then it is clear that our remaining five candidates need to make a decision immediately to choose their next successor. ”

Zoya immediately retorted: "Then do you still need to choose, it seems that the successor he once agreed with is you." ”

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the other two candidates changed a little. At the beginning, Deirlandor did agree on the outer sheath of the dagger, and designated Dan's priority. But now that I have finally waited for the opportunity, who will give up the great future in front of me to others.

"Although he said so, we all know how the ritual is transferred, and who can guarantee that the new contract will not be transferred again?" Lan Li's words already carried a clear threat, as long as the current dragon singer is killed, the young dragon will automatically choose a suitable successor among the remaining candidates.

So to put it bluntly, if the six successors in the room can't negotiate a unanimous result, then they can only meet each other and fight until only the last one is left to get the final winner.

Fayer sneered as the men began to fight among themselves, a scene he had seen in Bran he didn't know how many times. When the core figure of a team falls, it will always trigger a new round of power grabbing and carving.

Originally, the existence of Dierlandor made the others have no chance at all, so the team maintained the apparent harmony. Now that he has fallen, the conflict of interest that had been hidden is now on paper.

At this time, Radar walked in with the Dreadhorn King, who had already cleaned his wounds and bandaged them, and the silent giant and the embarrassed Feather King were also qualified candidates, and the two of them sat down on the side of the seat without speaking. But judging by the tension in the room, it seemed that he could not give up his chance of winning to someone else.

At this moment, Fayle felt inexplicably funny, only he was an outsider in a room of people. It's rare that I can watch others bite and fight without worrying about being involved.

However, the sarcastic nature of his heart made him can't help but add to the tension around him, and while everyone is glaring at me and I am staring at you, he used the wind element to roll up the dagger pinned to Deirlando's belt, an action that immediately attracted the attention of the others.

The weapon, which could take Deirlando's life, landed on the low cabinet at the head of the bed with a soft thud as the six candidates watched. It glows misty under the light of the lights.

Zoya grabbed the mage by the collar and thrust him against the wall, asking dangerously, "What kind of heart do you have? Aren't you a friend of Dearlandor? Why do you do that?"

Fayer raised his hands and said harmlessly, "Captain, please understand one thing, I am the one here who knows the curse of Fikelen best. Once the Flower of Death blooms, Deirlandor's soul falls into the hands of Ficceren. If he dies directly, it will be considered the best outcome. Worse still, if he is controlled by Fikelen, the Blood Elves will be able to manipulate the Starlight Dragon by manipulating Deirlandor. ”

"But......" Zoya was about to say something, but the mage interrupted her again. "Captain, although I am not a friend of Deerlando, I am not his enemy after this journey. Please believe that I am facing the crisis in front of me realistically, after all, no one knows the horror of Fikelen better than me. ”

Zoya lowered her eyes and let go of her grip on the mage's collar, and she asked sadly, "Isn't there a way to get rid of the curse?" he is not dead, and Ryses has not given up on healing, why are you all so impatient? Is it that any of you can be confident that you will be able to take over this mess?"

No one answered her, and everyone's eyes swept between the dagger and the competitor. The former dragon singer on the bed, which was gradually enveloped in thicker and thicker ice, no longer seemed to be the target of their concern.

Fayer's gaze swept over the group of people in front of him. There are treacherous sorcerers, unfathomable healers, decisive and cold-blooded killers, arrogant feather kings, powerful giants, and magical half-elves. But he understood that none of these people would be as difficult as Diarlandor had come.

After all this, he didn't think that he would have a chance to break free from the dragon's shackles. Once the dragon's pact is transferred to these people, there is always a chance to kill them, or trick them into freeing them.

The long-awaited freedom finally had a chance to arrive, and the mage's heart cheered, but on the surface he still had to pretend to be calm and objective. Although he also has a small regret for Diarlandor's death, Diarlando was not merciful at all when he killed Holm.

Presumably, from the perspective of the security of the whole world, he will not hesitate to agree to his measures. (To be continued......)