With his mouth half open, Fayle looked at the people around him who were cooperating with each other, and said secretly in his heart, I want to believe that you are an ordinary circus and I am a pig. However, Zoya's playful smile made it clear that she didn't intend to tell the truth, and Fayle had to shut up and quietly accept what was happening around her.

Aunt Rumm walked over calmly, she had stopped playing the "rolling pin", and the circular recovery array underground was gradually disappearing. The amiable aunt walked directly to the carriage, climbed up, and carefully checked the condition of the four people. She looked at it for a moment, then turned to Zoya and shook her head and said, "No, my Liliang can't help them." Then he climbed out of the carriage.

Fayle carefully observed this aunt, who was no different from ordinary folk cooks, and found that at this moment she exuded warm magic from the inside out. Originally, I always thought that she was an energetic and ruddy aunt, but looking at it now, I clearly felt that she had an extraordinary vitality in her body, obviously a healer or something, and the level was very high.

I really don't know what method she usually uses to hide her liliang. There are also Zoya and Radhardu, both of whom have powerful magical fluctuations on their bodies at this moment. The Lan Li Managers originally had magic in their bodies, and they had also strengthened a lot at the moment, as if a layer of prohibition had been lifted on their bodies.

Aunt Rumm walked over and placed the "rolling pin" on Fayle's chest, and whispered something, which was a completely unfamiliar language, and the warm liliang poured into the mage's body like a trickle of jujube oily sticks, gradually filling his almost dry mana. When it was eighty percent full, the aunt put away her cane, patted Fayle with her strong hand that had been kneading dough all year round, and then pointed to the carriage and said, "Go ahead, find a way to get the dragon singer back." ”

Fayer's pupils suddenly contracted, this was not the first time he had heard such a name, the last person to be called Diarlandor was the Knight of Angsai, the treasure keeper of the dwarves.

Aunt Rumm looked at him with a smile, as if she had deliberately revealed this clue to him. Fayle's mind reasoned quickly, and by the time he got to the carriage, he had basically determined the origin of this mysterious circus - they were most likely a joint mercenary group from the countries surrounding Turanda.

These talented people and strangers are living incognito, sleeping in the open and wandering around this country, obviously for an important purpose. From the moment they found themselves, it was no coincidence, and they seemed to be coming for Ryeth and his contractor. But could they have found themselves more than a year before signing the contract?

The mage passed between Kafra and Dan and climbed into his carriage, and in such a good way that someone had made a makeshift roof and rebuilt it. Achille and Luna were both covered in sweat, and they didn't stop praying to open their eyes in such a drastic battle outside. A ring of mist formed by a faint magical power swirled between the four of them, and Fair walked over and pressed his hands on the shoulders of Achille and Luna, respectively, in place of the pathway that had been connected by silk threads.

With him joining, the magic circuit suddenly became more fluid, and the abyss that was constantly devouring Liliang was still there, and the mage relaxed his will and let the suction pull him forward, seeing if he could find a way to enter Deirlando's brain.

Dearlando was depressed and hung upside down in the air by the curly fluff on the dragon's tail, and in this upside-down shijie, he could only see half of the black dragon's body floating in the sea like an island on the surface of the water. His small spirit ball was in front of the Demon Dragon King's left claw, and it only needed to swing it, and it was estimated that it could completely kill itself.

But Namuanto didn't do that, and it felt like half a century had passed since he had called out the name of the Demon Dragon King. The two-headed dragon only took five minutes to catch him when it first spotted him, and spent the rest of the day discussing how to kill the invading dregs, completely ignoring Dirrando.

The dragon's pitch-black head was like two mountains, its red eyes glowing with fire, its sharp teeth snapping as it opened and closed, and the curly dragon hair under its neck writhed as if it were alive, dancing with the vibration of the dragon's throat.

According to the Starlight Dragon, Namantto is a natural source of chaos because it has two heads, and anything will cause an argument between its two heads, causing it to go berserk and want to destroy anything else to vent its anger.

This has been verified by the ongoing quarrel just now, where the two heads talk for an average of half an hour before they fight, biting each other and spraying each other with venom. In order not to accidentally kill the intruder during the fight, they unanimously agreed to tie Diarrando to their tails and stay away from the fighting. It's just a lot of fighting, from who spotted the intruder first to who caught the intruder first to how to divide it so that the two heads get the same amount of prey, and every small question can lead to a new round of disputes.

Thanks to them, Diarlando knew that his left leg was one or two heavier than his right leg, his right was heavier and his left was lighter, and the two lungs were not perfectly symmetrical, not to mention the liver and stomach, which were not born with symmetrical internal organs. Of course, there is another important discovery, although he was touched by the dragon hair from beginning to end, and he almost stripped off his clothes, but the Demon Dragon King still didn't recognize who he was, which is really strange.

This leads to another question for Dearlandor, whose fear projection is this Guardian created because of this? At present, there are only three souls in the Dragon Realm besides Riess, himself, Holm, and Winnie. Holm hadn't seen Namantó, let alone Winnie, and the most feared thing in his heart was not the Dragon King at all. In fact, the last time they met, the Demon Dragon King fell into his own trap, so Deirlandor is still confident that he can fight again.

Deerrando subconsciously touched the socket of his right eye, since he was gouged out by the Demon Dragon King who possessed Helei, he always couldn't help but touch the wound that should not have hurt a long time ago. Psychological pain will always be faintly flooded, and if you are really afraid of something, it should be the Demon Dragon King in the form of Heray instead of the dragon type.

Could it be that there is a fourth soul here?

The roar of the dragon that filled the heavens and the earth finally stopped, and it seemed that the discussion was over, and there was another violent shaking, and the black dragon flicked its tail, moving Diarlando between the two heads.

"Tiny dregs, as great dragons, we have decided to give you a choice. Who do you want to cut open your body?" the head of the three horns spoke first, and the breath of sulfur erupted from its mouth, making Diarlandor dangle like a dead autumn leaf. During the previous quarrel, Diarlando learned that the two heads had different names, the one with the three horns was called Anto, and the one with the two horns he stood at the beginning was called Namu.

"Stop! You are shaking him so deliberately that it will affect his judgment, and he will not be able to tell which of us is the fair and just quick-clawed man. The other head suddenly leaned over and stopped the poisonous gas that was spewing out of the mouth of the previous one. Unfortunately, Namu's breath was not much better, and the pungent rancid stench came to his face, and Kaoru's Diarlandor couldn't help coughing.

"Ahem...... Two, two, can you stay away a little and don't talk to me?" Covering his mouth and nose, Diarrando cautiously suggested. "Great dragon, your breath is like a storm, your voice is like thunder, and only by looking up at you from afar, can I think normally, otherwise I will only bow down to your majesty, without the slightest discernment. ”

Namu nodded: "That's nature, small humans are generally excited to think normally when they see us, I think you seem to have a bit of courage to allow you to step back and think about things." ”

Dearlando looked hopefully at the tail that hung him, but the long snake-like tail showed no signs of moving.

The triangular Anto leaned his nose over and snorted, blowing Diarrando straight into the air and hitting the dragon's tail. It sneered and said, "Namu's permission is useless, I need my permission." I think it's good that you're here to figure out the results, and whoever it is, it's guaranteed that you're dead. ”

As he approached his tail, Diarlando grabbed the other fluff and straightened himself little by little, so that he was no longer head-to-foot.

He carefully arranged the black oily hair wrapped around his legs, and replied to the black dragon in a serious tone: "No, how can such an important decision be so hasty and casual. I have listened to the debate between you for a long time, and I have found that the reason why you have been arguing is because no one has ever been able to judge which of you is better or worse. Although I will inevitably die, if I can solve this long-standing contradiction before I die, I will die a well-deserved death!"

"Huhuhu~~~ You have such a big breath! Why do you think you are qualified to judge our merits? Its character is a lot more violent than Namm's, and it also seems to be bloodier and less patient.

"Hehe, no, just because I can be here, just because I can still dance alive in the face of your poisonous breath!" With that, Diarlando used his invisible dagger to cut off the fluff that bound him, turned over and jumped off his tail, and jumped back on top of Namu's head. "You've lived together for so long, haven't you really ever wanted to split a winner?"