The mysterious old woman came by car, but she had come to find Bimoyer.

"Coming to me?" Bimoyer's expression did not change, but he was very suspicious in his heart.

The old woman affirmed, "That's right, I'm here to find you." ”

Bimoyer wondered: "You know me?"

"Now I know. ”

Bimoyer: "You know I'm here?"

"The bloody mercenary group is heading to the Warcraft Forest, it's not a difficult thing to inquire about. ”

Bimoyer said: "But the Warcraft Forest is so big, it's impossible for you to find out my specific location, not to mention that in the past two or three months, I haven't had any contact with anyone from the outside world." ”

"Yes, but my luck seems to be exceptional. The old woman added, "Or maybe my luck has always been very good." ”

Bimoyer said: "Your words do not make me believe. ”

The old woman sighed, "The truth is always hard to believe. But it doesn't matter, no matter how I found you, that's not the point, because even if you and I don't meet here, I'll find you somewhere else. ”

Bimoyer no longer asked, but said, "What are you looking for me for?"

The old woman said: "It's very simple, three words, give a gift." ”

"Gift to whom?"

"Gifts for you. ”

More suspicious than Moyer: "Why did you give me a gift?"

The old woman raised her head and looked straight over: "Ordinary people are happy to hear that there is a gift to receive, but you look unhappy." ”

Bimoyer said: "A suspicious stranger, after saying a bunch of suspicious and strange things. Said to give me a gift, this gift is also suspicious. ”

"You don't ask what the gift is?"

Bimoyer stared into the old woman's eyes and said, "I'm more interested in why you gave the gift. ”

"What if there is no reason?" said the old woman.

Bimoyer said: "I don't accept anything for unknown reasons. ”

The old woman took two steps and said, "I can't give you a reason to give a gift, but I can give you a reason to receive a gift." ”

"Oh? ”

The old woman smiled strangely, "Because a young man named Celeste Ice Evil also once received a gift from me. ”

Bimoyer's eyes narrowed, and his gaze remained motionless at the old woman. Time passed second after second, I don't know how many seconds passed, Bimoyer suddenly withdrew his gaze and said, "Okay, I accepted your gift." ”

The old woman said, "There seems to be no necessary reason between the fact that Celeste Ice Evil has accepted my gift and that you have received my gift. ”

"Nope. ”

"But you agreed to accept my gift after hearing that he accepted it?"

"Yes. ”

"You care about him?"

"I only care about a dead man when he is alive. ”

"Oh?"

Bimoye said: "I'm just thinking that since others can accept your gifts, wouldn't it be a loss if I didn't accept them." ”

The old woman smiled: "Very good. But you don't know what I'm going to give you a gift for. ”

"What it is. ”

Egg. Two eggs.

The two eggs were taken out of the carriage by the old woman. It is placed on a delicately carved wooden table. It is supported by two brackets. Than Moyer couldn't tell what these two eggs were, but he knew from the moment the old woman lifted the curtain that they must be worth a lot.

Wendini opened her mouth in shock, and her little hands unconsciously covered it, even for an ignorant elf like her. You can also recognize the contents of the carriage as rare treasures from the glance when the curtain is lifted.

"It's a dragon egg. "A little discernment. Bimoyer had already determined that both eggs were dragon eggs. The reason for this is judgment. It's because he doesn't know it either.

"Yes. The old woman's answer was simple.

Two eggs, two colors, one red. The dark red, frosted eggshell with crack-like lines and dark black spots on it, the light of the shade of the trees shining down on the dragon egg seemed to become dim.

The other is white, as white as snow, a smooth eggshell, the shell is reflected by the light with a hint of brightness, and the transparent snow-colored fluorescence reflects the egg like an ice-colored gem, covering the bracket and wooden table below with a layer of white light and shadow.

Bimoyer looked at the old woman as if asking.

The old woman said, "One of these two dragon eggs is a gift I am going to give you, you can choose one and take it." ”

Bimøyer returned his gaze to the two dragon eggs, looked at them for a moment, and then looked up and asked, "What about the other one?"

The old woman didn't say, and Bimoyer didn't ask again.

After a moment's pause, Bimoyer seemed to be thinking about how to choose, but he seemed to be thinking about something else. He suddenly asked again, "By the way, you haven't told me what kind of dragon eggs these are, what kind of dragon breed they are?"

The old woman introduced: "These two dragon eggs are not ordinary dragon species, they are both rare dragon eggs, one is called the Silver Moonlight Dragon, and the other is called the Dark Gold Corona Dragon. They are the opposite of light and darkness, and are a pair of dragons that they see as enemies. The old woman said again: "I heard that the people of the Christine family are all people with light dragon blood, which one will you choose?"

"Silver Moonlight Dragon, Dark Gold Corona Dragon?" Bimoyer looked at the two dragon eggs, one red and one white, both of which were names he had never heard of, and although the old woman made an introduction, she did not explain which one was the dark gold corona dragon, which one was the silver moonlight dragon, which was the light attribute, and which was the dark attribute.

Bimoyer thought about it, and stretched out his hand to take the one he fancied, when there was a few crisp clicks on the wooden table, and the red dragon egg suddenly cracked, and a pair of young claws tore open the eggshell, and a dark golden young dragon broke out of the shell and pounced on Bimoyer's arm and grabbed it tightly.

"This ......" Bimoyer was shocked in his heart, only to feel that the light energy in his body that was abundant due to the bloodline of the light dragon was being greedily and frantically absorbed by the young dragon, and the surrounding light was also greatly dimmed with the appearance of the young dragon, as if it had suddenly come from summer to autumn, and the original bright sunshine had become as gray as late autumn.

The old woman said, "It seems that you have already chosen your future guardian. ”

"My guardian?" Bimoyer had already guessed what the old woman meant, but she was still a little surprised to say it at the moment.

The old woman said, "I have heard that you are bent on having a dragon to be your guardian for life, and there is no dragon in the world that is more suitable for you." ”

"This is ......" Bimoyer asked, looking at the dark black pan-gold young dragon with a greedy gesture on his arm, "Is this the dark gold coronal dragon?"

The old woman nodded: "Yes, the black, dark gold dragon, it greedily devours a qiē light, this will be your lifelong protection." ”

Bimoyer looked at the young dragon with a little disgust, even though it had just broken out of the egg, and even though its eyes had not fully opened, Bimoyer just didn't like it.

At the same time that Bimoye showed disgust, the young Dark Golden Dragon bit him on the arm, biting bloody, but was sucked by the young dragon like a blood leech.

The old woman giggled, "It seems that it likes you very much, even if you don't like it that much." ”

"But it's just a young dragon. "Bimoyer wanted to have a dragon to protect him, but he wanted to be a full-grown dragon, otherwise the young dragon would have grown up far enough to span his short life.

The old woman understood what he meant, and said, "Don't worry, this is not an ordinary dragon, and its food and growth methods are not the same as ordinary dragons. Although it also needs food and energy, adequate sunbathing can speed up its growth, so you can let it get as much sun as possible in sunny weather. ”

Bimoyer said, "You mean so that it can grow into a dragon in a few years?"

"No, you can't. ”

"That ......"

The old woman stopped him, put the silver moonlight dragon egg back in the carriage, and took out something else from the carriage: "With this, it will grow very quickly. ”

"What is this?" Bimoyer looked at the old woman's wooden box in her hand and lined up with a dozen crystal glass tubes, which contained a red liquid like blood.

The old woman said, "This is a medicine I concocted, and it is also a kind of dragon blood, which I made from the dragon blood that I took out of their hearts before they died, looking for the elderly dragons in the Valley of the Burial Dragons. This medicine made from the dragon's heart and blood contains amazing power, which can catalyze the growth of dragons, ordinary dragons are likely to die immediately if they drink it, and they will not be able to absorb the power in it, but the dark gold corona dragon can absorb it, absorb great power from it, and quickly become extremely powerful. There are a total of twelve dragons in this box, one is given to the young dragon every six months after three months, and after six years it will grow into an adult dragon, which will be faster if it is constantly in the sun. ”

"There's such a thing. Bimoyer took the box from the old woman, but he was even more surprised by the identity behind the old woman.

The old woman said: "You don't have to look at me like this, and you don't have to care who I am, I'm just a gift-giver, and nothing else." ”

Bimoyer was still skeptical: "Is it really that simple?"

The old woman chuckled and got into the carriage: "Whatever you think, I have already given you something, and you have already accepted it." Goodbye lad, we'll have a chance to meet in the future. The carriage faded away, and for a moment it disappeared into the woods, and in the distance only the old woman's poem was heard, which faded away: "Who disturbed my rest, who brought me here in the middle of the night, who hid in the boundless darkness, who buried the distant light......"

Bimoye grabbed the young dragon on his arm and looked at it, and said to himself in the forest: "I accepted the gift, no matter what you think, I am not afraid, but I want to see what your purpose is." ”

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