Chapter 1194： Invitation and meeting (2/2)

"Ah, this is a good thing," Lola immediately laughed and nodded to the old mage beside him, "It looks like you have finally attracted the attention of the dragon managers, old gentleman."

"Is it a good thing?" Modil squeezed the beard on his chin, and seemed to hesitate before nodding slowly, "Well, as long as I am not going to take back my qualification certificate for adventure here, that stuff costs money. Do it-lead the way, girl, where is your commander now?"

"He has come to the temporary camp on Crystal Rock Hill," the black dragon girl nodded, "Do you mind being taken by me? If you don't mind, I will take you there."

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After a while, on the upper level of the crystal rock hill, on the temporary camp clearing, the huge black dragon was steadily landing on the landing field, and before the dragon landed, a figure caught under the dragon's claws was already agile. The ground jumped to the ground and quickly ran to the safety zone next to him.

Modil, who was caught all the way by the dragon claws, slapped the dust on his body, tidyed up the clothes and beard that had been disturbed by the wind, stared at the black dragon girl who was coming out of the brilliance, and waited until the other party approached. Can't help but speak: "I thought you said'Bring me here' to let me ride on your back-you didn't say that you wanted to grab it with your paw!"

A trace of apology appeared on the black dragon girl's face: "Sorry, I... Actually, I don't mind letting a friend of Tarrond like you sit on the back, but I suffered some injuries in the previous battle. I’m afraid it’s not suitable for you..."

"Ah, don't need to say, I know," Modil quickly interrupted the words behind the black dragon lady, his face looked a little embarrassed, and he scratched the back of his head and said, "I should be sorry. I just spoke a little bit over the brain-please forgive me, because of some reasons, my brain occasionally is not very normal..."

As he said, he frowned slightly, as if he suddenly remembered something and muttered: "And then, I don’t know if it’s an illusion. I always feel that this kind of flying on the claws of a dragon... It happened."

The black dragon girl looked at the human mage who started talking to herself in confusion, and then she heard the other person ask herself: "Girl, do you know if there are any dragons in your dragon clan that are used to flying people with their claws? ?"

"Ah? With claws?" The black dragon girl was taken aback, and said with a bit of underground consciousness, "I have never heard of any ethnic group that has this habit... This should be regarded as a hobby of some individuals at best-if it is the old age. If it does, it may happen that the scales on your back have just been waxed and you are not willing to ride it."

"Is that so?" Modil touched his head, and quickly put this trivial little detail aside, "Forget it, this matter is not important-take me to see your commander first."

"Okay, Mr. Modil."

Led by the Black Dragon Maiden, Modil passed through the take-off and landing site of this temporary camp before long. After passing through several temporary barracks that were being welded and assembled, they came to a building made of steel and stone. In front of the large house built, the black dragon girl stopped in front of the house and lowered her head slightly: "I can only take you here-the leader wants to talk to you alone."

Modil was a little distracted. He didn't notice that the word "commander" had been quietly replaced by the word "leader" in Tarrond. He nodded subconsciously. She was very young, but in fact, Miss Black Dragon, who may have lived for forty thousand years, left the scene quietly. Only a metal-cast gate stood quietly in front of the old mage, and opened a gap by herself.

Modil was taken aback, and reached out and pushed open the door.

He came to an open room. The light in the room was bright. The light radiating from a few luminous orbs on the roof illuminates this place with simple furnishings and a clear structure. He saw a table and a few chairs in the center of the room, and the surrounding walls were simple and durable metal shelves and some magical devices in motion, and a tall figure wearing a pale gold robe with blond hair was Standing in front of the window not far away, when Modil cast his gaze over, the figure just turned his head.

The leader of Tarrond, Herragor.

Modil was a little startled. After carefully looking at the dragon clan who couldn't see the age or the depth for a long time, he frowned and asked, "Who are you? You don't look like an ordinary camp. commander."

Herragor seemed to be brewing an opening remark, but at this moment Modil could not help but laughed: "I think every adventurer will have the most basic impression of me, especially someone like you. Mage-after all, I also showed up at the welcome ceremony at the adventurer camp."

Modil blinked and shook his head a little apologetically: "I'm sorry, my memory... occasionally is not so reliable. So who are you?"

"You can call me Herragor," the leader of Tarrond said gently, "I am the ruler of the land under your feet."