Cracked earth and rocks keep rolling down. I don't know when the tunnel from "uphill" to "downhill" becomes a slide-like structure. The sound of "crackling" is getting closer and closer from the darkness.

Brandon was full of excitement, holding himself in the "shrinked version" of his arms, and didn't want to pounce on the side of the rock wall.

"boom!"

The boulder falling over his head exploded on the side of him, and the prince, who was affected, felt like he was kicked hard behind him, and the whole person hit the rock wall.

"Cough cough cough ..."

In the diffuse smoke, the big and small figures coughed desperately.

"Cough cough ... run, we have to run ..." Struggling to get up, Brandon trembling with both legs: "Can't stop, run ... cough cough ... run!"

"Run? Where to run ?!"

The scarlet eyes flashed with horror. "Little Brandon" has no gods: "It's so dark everywhere, there's nowhere to run!"

"Well, just run with me!"

Uncontrollably grasping the boy's hand, Brandon gritted his teeth and ran straight ahead.

Just a few steps later, another roar exploded behind them—the place where they got up had cracked and collapsed into a pile of rubble.

If you didn't get up just now, you either fell or were buried alive.

But Brandon wasn't interested in looking back at it again, just desperately striding forward.

The pale "Brandon" seemed to finally realize that he was no longer talkative, but just desperately kept up with his pace.

The uninterrupted explosion sound still came from behind them, like a fierce beast chasing their prey, screaming excitedly at the two, urging them to stop for a moment.

The tunnel that was "continuously collapsing" became rugged because of the falling gravel and the cracked ground; the two of them didn't know how to bump, their feet slipped, and even rolled over many times.

But they are still running.

Run dead!

There is no such thing as visibility in the dark tunnel. Opening and closing the eyes is no different. Maybe the next second they are in the bottom of the abyss, or a wall of soil enough for the two to commit suicide. .

Brandon didn't care about it at all, and ran straight, even a little pause to slow down, and he didn't mean to see the way ahead.

Something that has been buried for a long time, and even countless times that it is just a dream memory, is coming up like a tide.

Almost there.

"boom----!!!!"

Suddenly, the entire tunnel seemed to be "hit" by something, and the falling rubble bounced up-the two of them were no exception, and they were directly flew out.

He hugged "Little Brandon", his imperial prince, who was wounded, tumbling for a long time without knowing how many laps, and finally "exhausted" his inertia and stopped.

The next second, the entire tunnel suddenly stopped shaking and “collapsed”; the slide-like ground became flat again and everything returned to normal.

When he let go of his hands weakly, the red-haired boy in his arms naturally rolled out of Brandon's arms; the two of them, one big and one small, lay on the cold ground like this, and looked up at the darkness, gasping in fright.

In the dead tunnel, all they could hear was the gasping voices of themselves and each other.

"We, we cough cough ... take a break for a while ..." Brandon, breathless, lay on the ground and coughed repeatedly: "Regain some strength, and then continue ..."

"I quit!"

The horrified "Little Brandon" suddenly screamed, trembling with a trance: "Why do I have to come to this ghost place, why do I have to suffer, and who am I to offend?"

The sharp and harsh voice echoed in the tunnel, echoed over and over again.

The Crown Prince raised his eyes and said nothing, looking at him with a very complicated expression.

"Let me say that all of this was designed in the first place, right-Brother Connold will become the dragon driver, my young son of" accompanied by running "retired from difficulties, responsible for supporting his brave and decisive, I know everything! "

"So why do you still torture me like this, I wish I could kill me? Can't everyone be a bit tacit, would they have to kill someone with a stick ... can't they only hear that my embarrassing prince is dead when they hear me Come and settle down? "

"Tell me, please tell me!" The hysterical "Little Brandon" clutched Brandon's arm, his eyes were red-although his eyes were originally red-there was still a cry in his voice:

"What should I do to stop them from tossing me like this? Do I have to die?"

Looking at those terrified eyes, Brandon tried to coax him with two playful and deceiving words a few times, but he kept talking.

Could it be ... to deceive yourself?

"No ... they will never let you down." With a certain unspeakable emotion, Brandon stared at "Little Brandon" and said in a deep voice: "Because you are Eckhardt The youngest son is the second heir of the empire. "

"That's why you have to keep going, because this time ... and only this time, you still have a chance to compete fairly with your brother-no matter how difficult it is, you can only pull back a city here!"

"But I don't want to, I don't want to be an emperor!" The red-haired boy choked with sobs: "I don't want to rob Connor at all, let alone I can't rob him at all!"

"He is the eldest son, the imperial crown prince and the Prince of East Sackland. Everyone spoiled him and held him-what did I count?"

The red-haired boy renounced himself.

But Brandon couldn't help but raised his mouth.

"Listen, listen to what you said." Brandon chuckled lightly, with a faint complacency in his voice: "You still want to tell me, are you not jealous of him at all?"

"Of course I'm jealous, and jealous people are dying!" Brandon Jr. became more and more violent: "But what's the use, no one likes me-in the eyes of those people, I'm probably like a madman who likes to cause trouble ! "

"Yes, it's a madman-no matter how much I do, whether it is done right or wrong, it seems that they are looking at me with that kind of eyes, not afraid that I will steal Connaught's limelight or worry that he will be I'm holding back! "

"Then be a lunatic!"

Suddenly, Brandon blurted out and said: "Being a lunatic that exceeds their expectations, do everything that makes them feel scared and scared-they can't hate you anyway anymore!"

"Since you can't let them love you, let them be afraid of you!"

Brandon Jr. opened his eyes wide, looking at the man with some fear but some inexplicable excitement.

"Like now ... think about it, if you got the dragon's contract, even further;" Brandon stared at his eyes and lowered his voice deliberately:

"Only you have been approved by the dragon, but Connor has not. Those people ... what will they feel and how will they react?"

The stunned Brandon didn't know how to react.

consternation? anger? fear? Surprised?

Perhaps, there can be so little ... well, admit it?

At least, will they no longer be regarded as an unsightly existence?

At this moment ...

"boom------!!!!"

The loud noise came again from behind the two, followed by continuous vibrations.

The startled little Brandon got up instinctively and was about to run away, but he was held there by Brandon.

"Don't be nervous, listen to me!"

Clenching the delicate wrists of the red-haired boy, Brandon stared at him quickly and said quickly: "You have family members and loved ones, maybe there will be one or two people who can be friends in the future. There are people who do n’t hate you so much ... "

"But remember, forever! You can only believe in yourself ... alone."

"All you have to do is hold on to everything you can get, and never let go ... As for dreams, ambitions and desires, don't worry, there will be sooner or later."

"But before that, before you really understand what you desire, you still need capital, a capital that can save your life and earn a place that is not ignored by you-for you, there is no better 'This name, more valuable capital, do you understand? "

Little Brandon glanced at the eager look of Brandon, but couldn't help but looked up at the closer and closer behind them, roaring from the darkness, nodding desperately.

"Very good, then run quickly!"

Climbing up with both hands and feet, Brandon with no fear on his face clutched the hand of "Little Brandon", and there was a little more "excitement" in his expression:

"Let's take back the first city from the beloved Brother Connold!"

…………………………

"Boom ..."

The deafening roar shook the entire "Wimpal College", and even the burning sun in the sky became more bleak.

The hall of Wimpar College, with the gate closed, was also dark.

Standing in this empty hall, the little wizard watched nervously as he stood on his knees in front of the door and knelt, clutching the "bright silver" Loren in his hand. The same as "wrestling".

In fact, the situation is basically different from what she guessed.

After really opening the dream world, Loren really realized how terrifying this void power that almost assimilated the entire Jufeng Mountain-do n’t say to break it, even a short-term maintenance will not be broken He tried his best!

Just less than a minute passed, he could only barely keep the last "hall" from being completely torn apart by the opposite side, and it did not seem to take much time.

Compared with when fighting Metzka in the ancient wood forest, it was naturally much stronger, but still far from enough.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, he doesn't expect himself to be able to fight against the creations left over from the era of the Dragon Kingdom.

It suffices if you can tear apart a little bit, get some time for Isaac, and let the "lizards" notice that things are not as smooth as they thought.

This trip to Jufeng Mountain is a passive and reasonable party no matter from which side; since it is reasonable, it has shown enough sincerity and apology, which is a matter of course.

But even so, you must not whisper to make the opposite side think that they are the soft persimmons they handle. The place to resist must still resist-lose, but not lose.

"boom--!!!!"

There was another loud noise, and the whole dream world was shaking.

Loren only felt that his head was like a nail hit, and the whole face began to twist.

The little wizard who stood behind Loren looked at him nervously, but worried that he would add chaos and dared not step forward.

Come, come out.

You must have found something wrong, why do you dare not see me?

"boom--!!!!"

Shock and shock again.

"Loren?"

The screaming little wizard watched the shuddering dark-haired wizard lower his head violently and rushed up.

"I'm fine!"

Stretching his hand to stop Ain, Loren gritted his teeth and raised his head, his mind stunned.

Just now, the pressure that has obviously begun to decrease suddenly becomes stronger. Obviously, it is not the repulsion of itself by the assimilation space itself, but the result of the other party's personal intervention.

Huh ... finally can't help it?

Loren, who was so distressed by his expression, couldn't help but smile with a grin.

But in less than a second, another shock came.

"boom------!!!!"

The deafening sound exploded in the mind of the dark-haired wizard.

The trembling Loren could no longer support it. When he fell down, he was immediately supported by the little wizard behind him, and he finally didn't face the ground.

The roaring sounds endlessly, the whole dream world is overturned, and there are no fragments left.

"Loren ..."

Ain, who was hugging him behind him, whispered softly, with a tremor: "Front, front ..."

Is it coming?

Resisting the severe pain in his head, the dark-haired wizard slowly looked up.

The familiar, amber eyes came first in his sight.

As if the scales of sterling silver are stacked one after another, even in the dark, they are so dazzling and eye-catching and radiant.

The elegant and smooth curve, like a sculptural figure, is presented in front of you in this way.

Behind him, Milasis and Grum bowed the dragon's head, and the respectful gesture seemed to be swearing under the oath-even without them ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Exudes awe-inspiring power.

That's right, no need to think about it at all, and Loren already knows who this "this" is in front of him.

His eyes flashed, and the silver dragon slowly lowered the dragon's head a little; it looked like he was waiting, waiting for something, staring at the black wizard's every move.

It is like a majestic monarch waiting for his subjects to speak and salute them.

That's right, monarch ... In addition to this term, Loren can't imagine how to describe a behemoth that is at least two or three times larger than the dragon Mirassis.

The Lord of Jufeng Mountain has the longest life to date. According to rumors, it may have survived for thousands of years.

Silver Dragon ...

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