The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

"I actually found this diary by chance, and because of my interest, I also pursued this matter for a long time."

"Slave market. Centaur tribe."

“In the red clay highlands”

Under Tyrande's gaze, Ron slowly told him everything he knew, including where he found the notebook.

However, Ron did not mention anything about the system's travel target and the abominable monster bred by the Sphinx.

He selectively withheld this part of the information.

After hearing this, Tyrande lowered his head slightly unconsciously, and the palms hidden in his sleeves slowly clenched.

Things were going in the worst direction she imagined.

but

Having clues is much better than having no clues, right?

Even though Karan has disappeared, her persecutors may still be alive.

"Don't worry Karan, I will definitely kill all the humans who hurt you, one by one."

He saw a hint of blood and cruelty in Tyrande's eyes.

Ron didn't need to guess to know that her next step would be to go to the slave trader to investigate the situation.

As for how to detect

Thinking about it, there will be another bloody storm in the underground market of the royal capital.

However, the aftermath of this incident seems to have nothing to do with Ron himself.

Ron didn't care whether Elf Callan was dead or alive.

He was just prepared to use this information in exchange for Tyrande's reward.

Of course, before that, surface work still needs to be done.

Looking at the muscles in Tyrande's cheeks that tightened unconsciously, the clenching teeth hidden inside were already eager to fall on the enemy immediately.

Ron rarely slowed down his tone and comforted:

"Don't be too scared, things may not turn around."

"Transfer?"

Tyrande looked at Ron suspiciously.

Ron slowly drew a line on the table with his finger, and then activated a trace of magic light to create multiple virtual scenes on the line.

"Let's go back to the beginning and think carefully about what went wrong."

Imaginary scenes appeared in front of Tyrande and Ron.

This is an ultimate expression of mastery of magical elements.

Even without divine power, Ron can do most of the things that God can do in the previous life [Bible] through the use of magic.

Follow the fingertips

Ron brought to the center a picture of an elf girl meeting a human boy.

Although he has never met Karan in real life, Ron has already sketched an image of this lively and lovely elf girl in his mind through the descriptions and various details in the elf diary.

Judging from Tyrande's absent-minded performance, he should have guessed that it was about the same.

"Think about it, a human tried his best to coax his elf wife into bringing her elf to the royal capital, and in the end, due to some incident or accident, this diary was leaked. What would be the reason? Woolen cloth?"

Seeing Tyrande frowning, Ron drew a picture again

"It is recorded in the diary that the human boy's magic aptitude is not very good, but he is extremely eager for magic, and even goes to an extreme, right?"

Tyrande thought for a long time, and suddenly an idea occurred to him, and he thought of an ancient legend.

Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, there was an elf demigod who was plundered from the main material plane to the bottomless abyss Azgrazt by [Lord of Darkness Graz'zt].

(Because Graz'zt's most distinctive feature is his six fingers and six toes, he was also given the special nickname "Six Fingers" among the Abyss Lords.)

Azgrat is a demonic kingdom covering three abyssal levels.

The one that can exist across three planes at the same time is the supreme city of demons - [Zelata], where Grazt's Silver Palace composed of sixty-six ivory towers is also located.

The elf demigod was imprisoned here by Graz'zt and gave birth to many descendants.

The cause of the matter was that Graz'zt accidentally discovered that the elves actually have excellent magical fusion characteristics with any living creature.

Not only are elves not reproductively isolated from other life forms, but even the offspring of elves and other races will show signs of genetic optimization.

Thinking of this, Tyrande suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ron.

"Are you saying there's a chance Karan is still alive?"

Ron nodded and said slowly:

"Maybe the other party's plan is to bring this elf, which has been extinct in the world for a long time, to the royal capital and sell it for a good price in exchange for a treasure that can forcibly increase the upper limit of magic power."

"And the fact that "Karan's Diary" ended up in the home of a slave trader makes sense."

"The lifespan of an elf is very long. It's only a hundred years. She will never die of old age. Maybe she just hides in a noble's home."

Seeing the hope in Tyrande's eyes getting stronger and stronger, Ron couldn't help coughing:

"However, I must warn you."

"There is another possibility."

At this point, Ron suddenly fell silent.

He did not say another, more terrifying guess, because it was too dark, too terrifying and cruel.

Tyrande was very smart, and she quickly thought of that possibility.

If that's the case.

Even if Karan is alive, what state will she be in now?

That's a hundred years

The two fell silent suddenly.

Ron didn't want to think about it, but Tyrande didn't dare to think about it.

She couldn't help but pinch the corners of her clothes tightly, and the sweat in her hands almost soaked her sleeves.

Even though she was filled with anger, her mental strength still supported her to bear the news.

"Sorry, I was rude just now."

After a while, Tyrande finally regained his composure and returned to normal.

She forced a smile and nodded to Ron in apology.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Ron waved his hand nonchalantly.

Then he picked up the wine glass on the table and drank the bright red liquid in one gulp.

"Speaking of which, why are you so concerned about Karan? Do you know her?"

Tyrande looked up and carefully tried to ask Ron.

She was now curious as to why Ron cared about this.

After all, from the surface, this matter seems to be of no use to Ron, and the other party has no reason to help him.

"Didn't I tell you everything? I'm only over five years old this year. Karan disappeared on a trip more than a hundred years ago. How did I get the chance to meet your granddaughter?"

Ron thought for a moment, then said with a smile:

"But let's talk about it."

"Maybe it's my nosy instinct that forces me to do this."

"Sometimes I want to find a place to sleep peacefully until the ancient dragon comes out of the mountain again, but unfortunately things always don't work out as the dragon wishes."

Ron didn't want to dwell on this topic, so he changed the subject and pointed to the diary in Tyrande's hand.

"However, this thing is not given to you for nothing."

Is it time for the familiar haggling phase?

Faced with Ron's serious face.

Tyrande's face instantly became calm, and his aura suddenly seemed like a different person.

She silently stretched out a finger and pointed at the two empty glasses in front of Ron and the glass in his hand:

"You just drank two cups of [Wanqing], plus the cup in your hand, it's three cups."

Ron's eyes widened. Was he starting to settle accounts now? Good fellow, you are turning your back on dragons!

"Ahem, this moon elf lady, don't be so heartless. Isn't that a gift between friends? I didn't take the initiative to ask for a drink!"

Ron put down his glass awkwardly.

"Besides, it's just two glasses of wine. How expensive can it be?"

With that said, Ron proudly took out two gold coins from the storage space.

After taking a look at the beautiful elf opposite and the red wine on the table, Ron gritted his teeth and finally added another gold coin with his face full of pain.

(It is worth mentioning that these three gold coins are all issued by Bryan XVII, which is the cheapest gold coin in circulation)

"Bounce~~"

Three gold coins were sent to Tyrande by the hand of the mage and fell down.

"So, are these gold coins enough to pay for two drinks?"

Ron waved his hand, saying that he was very generous and there was no need for change.

He picked up the last glass of [Wanqing] on the table and prepared to continue to taste the fragrance of the wine.

This is the wine he paid for~

He looked at the three gold coins spinning on the table in front of him.

The corners of Tyrande's mouth moved slightly, and she looked at him with a half-smile and said:

"Mr. Ron, do you know how many gold coins the dragons have to pay to drink a glass of wine I specially prepared in the Dragon Tavern?"

"Um?"

Hear the words

Ron immediately turned his head in confusion and looked at Tina, who had been secretly using the artifact to eavesdrop in the corner.

"Hey, that guy over there, stop eavesdropping and tell me what's going on."

Tina, who was caught red-handed, stuck out her tongue and explained embarrassedly:

"Ahem, who eavesdropped? I don't want to listen to the big color dragon!"

Then she sped up and ran over, grabbed Ron's head from behind, and covered his mouth with both hands, interrupting what Ron was about to say.

"Stop it! Don't talk!"

"Woo woo woo" (I didn't even want to say it!)

As Ron struggled.

It turned out that Tina was lying down behind Ron.

The turbulent waves naturally pressed on Ron's head due to the force of gravity.

She is too strong.

By the way, Jin Longniang's skin is indeed very white. Ahem, her physical body is indeed very strong.

As expected of the head of a metal dragon, this brain wave is definitely not something that ordinary dragons can withstand.

You see, the demigod Ron is already intoxicated with happiness, unable to extricate himself.

That is to say, the Rainbow Dragon Gods couldn't see this scene, otherwise they would be so angry that their heads would be smoking.

A rainbow dragon seduced by a golden dragon is really a bit of a disgrace to the rainbow dragon clan.

Tina, who didn't notice Ron's strange state, explained the reason to him seriously:

"The drinks prepared by Sister Tyrande are generally not sold to the public."

“Not for sale, I understand this, it’s hunger marketing~”

Ron was enjoying the brainwaves comfortably and casually communicating with magic pronunciation.

"Hunger marketing? What is that? And it's not for sale, right? Sister Tyrande's wine was once auctioned at the Dragon Auction."

"Huh? Auction?"

Ron raised his eyebrows, feeling that something was not quite right.

Tina covered Ron's mouth with one hand, put a finger to her lips and raised her head to think.

"I remember that the transaction price was for an epic magic prop, worth about one million gold coins."

"Good guy, are you trying to steal the money?!"

Ron, who was immersed in the gentle land, suddenly opened his eyes wide and turned to look at Tyrande in shock.

Then Ron turned his gaze to Tina and asked with some suspicion:

"By the way, you won't be her bartender, right?"

Tina's eyes widened, she pointed at Ron and shouted:

"Huh? Damn you, are you questioning the impartiality of a golden dragon!"

"It's not impossible. I mean the possibility exists."

Jinlong is very persistent in the concept of justice.

Ron spoke confidently at first, but after seeing Tina's face on the opposite side getting darker and darker, her eyes seemed to reveal a hunting red light.

Ron soon realized that he had said the wrong thing and his voice became quieter.

Unfortunately, Tina's hearing is very good, and she still heard all these words word by word.

"Ahhhhh!"

"You big bad dragon! I'll bite you to death!"

Tina waved her arms, about to pounce on Ron and taste the rainbow dragon meat again.

At this time, Tyrande hurriedly ran forward to stop her, and finally calmed her down.

Facing Ron who was shivering and hiding behind Tyrande, Tina pouted:

"Hmph! For the sake of Sister Tyrande, Tina won't care about you."

As she said this, she waved Granny Meat's little fist, indicating that she would take care of you when she got home.

But who will deal with whom at that time is really unknown.

Without Tina's nonsense, Ron quickly returned to normal.

"Cough cough cough."

Ron coughed twice to attract the other party's attention.

Looking at the equally turbulent Moon Elf lady opposite, Ron tried to say:

"Um, with our friendship, you don't have to pay for just two drinks."

He does have a lot of money. The income from the Hearthstone Tavern and Hearthstone Cards can be said to be worth a fortune every day!

But it can’t be such a fancy way of doing things!

Who can afford this level of consumption?

Unexpectedly, Tyrande actually nodded.

"Of course, that's what I should do."

Looking at the surprised rainbow dragon opposite, Tyrande said calmly:

"If you like, I can make you any drink today, as long as you like it."

"Sister Tyrande?"

Tina looked at her in surprise, she vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Tyrande turned her head and looked at Tina, a trace of tenderness flashed in her eyes:

"Tina too, whatever you want to drink, I'll make it for you."

The vague feeling of parting was beyond words.

Ron frowned: "Are you leaving here?"

Tyrande did not speak, but looked around.

Ron sensed what she meant, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers to lower the barrier that shielded him from exploration.

"Don't worry, even the Dragon God can't see through this shielding formation."

Ron explained patiently.

Tyrande nodded slightly and said:

"After tonight, I will go to the capital to find Karan. I can't wait any longer."

"If we go one day earlier, maybe she can be rescued one day earlier."

Ron frowned: "Not coming back?"

"Um."

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