() Xiaolong's stomachache and indigestion gave Eragon and Bloom a headache for a while. In the end, Felicia and Bloom worked together to improvise a "stomach-strengthening and digestion" spell, which was finally solved.
Trouble for the little guy.
After all this tossing, the little guy lay slumped on the bed, his eyelids drooping, and his tail wagging vigorously.[]
After Xiaolong's cuteness, the distance between the three people in the room has become much closer, especially Bloom and Eragon, the father and son who cannot recognize each other.
This scene was very heartwarming, but Felicia did not forget the purpose of her coming.
“The joke ends here, now it’s time to get down to business.”
Jing Ling's cold voice made the old and the young turn their heads. Bloom frowned slightly and stood up.
"Need help? I'm not good at spells like prophecy, but I'm pretty good at similar clairvoyance."
Bloom knew that Felicia was looking for the missing elf princess, but finding the existence through a medium was beyond the scope of telepathy, and searching beyond time and space was already in the scope of prophecy.
"No, you should explain it to the little boy while I prepare. He is still very confused about his own path."
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Bloom and Eragon behind him. Felicia, who was half-kneeling to clear a clearing on the ground, spoke casually.
But her words seemed to hurt Eragon. The little boy blushed and tried to defend himself.
"I'm not a little boy, I'm already over fifteen years old!"
Upon hearing this, Felicia suddenly chuckled, temporarily stopped what she was doing, and turned back to give a playful look.
"You know, don't say it's me, even little Alia will have no problem being your grandmother's grandmother. She is 15 years old, haha, it's great to be young."
I heard a strange name - Alia, and my grandmother's grandmother was more than a hundred years old, and listening to the tone of educating the younger generation, it was obvious that the elf in front of me was even older.
Two hundred years old, three hundred years old? Or more?
Eragon suddenly felt like he was petrified. He knew from some stories that elves have a particularly long lifespan, but he never thought that Felicia was that old, or older. She looked like she was only in her early twenties.
A beautiful woman, if it weren't for the elf's unique temperament, she would look even younger.
Liar
Seemingly satisfied with Eragon's dull expression, Felicia turned her head back with a chuckle. She had cleared a blank space on the ground, and then she directly traced patterns on the ground with her fingers.
"What is she doing? Is it magic?"
After recovering from the shock of his age, Eragon became extremely curious about what Felicia was doing.
Although magic had been used to treat Xiaolong's bloating before, the spell without any sound and light effects was completely inconsistent with the image of magic in Eragon's mind, and Felicia's description of the magic circle was obviously on point.
many.
"General magic just needs to be recited using ancient words and magic power. Magic that requires the use of patterns and words is extremely difficult."
Bloom carefully looked at the patterns Felicia drew and found that he could not understand anything except the ancient words, so he simply grabbed Eragon back, who was full of curiosity.
"As a dragon knight, you have to learn a lot, so take your time."
Forcibly pulling the reluctant Eragon aside, Bloom told him about the origin, responsibilities and experiences of the Dragon Knight, but the absent-minded Eragon hardly listened to a word, and his eyes kept holding back.
I can't help but go to Felicia's side.
"Oh, your state - forget it, let's talk about it later."
With a long sigh, the old man stood up, took his bundle, and pulled out a long thing wrapped in cloth.
"What's this?"
The sleepy Eragon suddenly shivered and asked curiously.
Bloom rolled his eyes at him and said nothing. He untied the cloth strips as if untying a mummy, and the unknown existence wrapped in it slowly revealed its clues.
"Is this a sword?"
Eragon's eyes widened and he was stunned.
This is a very beautiful sword. The hilt is wrapped with silver wire and polished like a star. Its end is teardrop-shaped, made of gold and inlaid with a ruby the size of a quail egg. The glass-smooth scabbard is burgundy.
se, the only decoration is a strange black se mark etched on it.
Holding the scabbard, Bloom slowly drew the sword, and it slipped out of the sheath with no sound. The sword body was like blood, shining red in the light of the furnace fire, and it was dazzling, with a black ink that was exactly the same as the sheath engraved on it.
Symbol. The blade of the sword is sharp and curves into a graceful arc towards the tip of the sword. It faintly reveals an awe-inspiring murderous aura, as if it contains an unstoppable force. It is obviously for the cruel war to destroy people.
Forged by life, yet possessing an enchanting beauty.
"Put Sarok(z
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o) Is it appropriate to give it to him? Bloom, you spent a lot of effort to get this."
Felicia on the side intervened. She had already described all the sentences and formations of this "True Knowledge Detection" and was just waiting for the final launch. When she turned around, what she saw was Bloom holding a sword with a look of nostalgia on his face.
Look.
The Sword of Sorrow, Sarok, is based on the sword of Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake - the Lake Light of Regret. It is always as sharp as ever and is indestructible. It has the attribute of slaying dragons. It became a demon sword because of killing its companions.
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Felicia is not very interested in this sword. Compared with Lancelot's legendary sword, this sword with the same prototype is much less valuable. Eragon, the protagonist of the story, should have got this sword.
It's a sword, but Felicia doesn't think that this sword can perform better in Eragon's hands than Bloom's, especially after the old man's body has been repaired and strengthened by her.
"A dragon knight cannot live without his own sword." Bloom glanced at Felicia who stood up, and solemnly handed the weapon to Eragon's hand, "I know better than anyone alive in the world.
Dragons and the power of dragons, Sarok(z
’
o) I got it after going through many hardships and hardships in the past. Now you have more right to it than me. I guess you will need it before it is done."
Eragon took the sword in a daze. The handle of the sword fit his hand perfectly. It was as if it was specially made for him. He held it in his hand like an arm and used it like his fingers.
There is a difference between cloud and mud.
Eragon was very excited as he waved the sword that emitted rainbow light, and as the sword passed by, a wave of ripples appeared in the air out of thin air!
"What a great sword."
Holding this sword with inexplicable power, Eragon felt as if he had become a hero in myths and legends, but at this moment, for some reason, Bloom's last words suddenly flashed through his mind,
The boy was suddenly stunned.
"Wait, Bloom! What do you mean by done?"
Bloom narrowed his eyes and stared into Eragon's eyes solemnly.
"Don't you understand? Now that you have become a dragon knight, you have his responsibilities and obligations. Do you still want to continue to be a farmer here?"
"I--"
Eragon subconsciously wanted to say something, but for a moment nothing came out, and he thought quickly in his mind.
There is no doubt that if the empire discovers this dragon, he and his family will be destroyed, unless he is willing to surrender to the king, the dragon knight who single-handedly destroyed the dragon knight.
But - where would the news leak out? Kawoho is located in a remote area, and the villagers have always fended for themselves. Unless the old storyteller and elf in front of him deliberately leak the news, the king will never discover them!
Seeing the obvious change in Eragon's expression, Bloom sneered and snorted.
"You want to be lucky enough to think that you won't be discovered by the king? How stupid! Dragons soon grow larger than a house after they are born, with wings spread over a hundred feet, and they never stop growing. Some ancient dragons
Before being killed by the king, people would think it was a big mountain. How do you hide her? And how do you deal with the traces of dragon activity? A three-month-old dragon weighs dozens of tons, and the footprints and footprints sunk into the ground are
The marks left by claws and scales on the trees are impossible to deal with, and it only takes one person to discover it and it will soon spread to the king's ears!"
"This is impossible! Even if the villagers find out, they will not report it. The people in Kawojo are all good people!"
Eragon's neck turned red and he argued, although he was already a little unconfident.
He believed that the blacksmith Horst, his wife Elaine, the witch doctor Gertrude and the simple villagers would never tell the truth, but what about the butcher Sloan who had always been unhappy with him?
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Suddenly, I discovered the strongest legion that can be formed only in the original work: the dragon-blooded alien trackers. Use the genes of the dragons to clone them. They do not need to grow up to let the aliens parasitize them. At the same time, the trackers are transformed. One can be formed in eight hours. It can be mass-produced individually.
At the beginning of the fourth level of strength, he has telekinesis.