Pokemon phobia

Tyron carried Carlos on his back all the way away from the Sage Tower, changed directions several times on the way, and finally approached the Farlo Warcraft Forest.

The southwest of the largest monster forest in Azera is bordered by the former site of the elf forest hundreds of years ago. There are hundreds of millions of monsters growing in it, and it also has extremely rich resources.Its core area has been a human police area so far, but since no one knows when, people have known a legend-a giant dragon lives in the Farlo Forest of Warcraft.

Ordinary people are convinced of this, nobles pretend to be knowledgeable and scoff, while hunters and mercenaries are dubious and stay away.

But the Tyranids knew the legend was true.

He came here when he was chased by the high elves and ran around the world. He accidentally saw the giant dragon alive here. After that, he used it twice as an excuse to bury the "King of Human Mercenaries" and "Knight of Black Armor" identity of.

Tai Lun looked to the southwest from a distance, his eyes seemed to be able to see the dragon living in the underground magma through the obstacles of dense forests and mountains, and his mood was a bit complicated.He heard Carlos behind him finish a hundred squats with difficulty, and staggered over to lie on his wings and pant.

The elf was wearing black armor at the moment and couldn't use magic. After doing a hundred squats, he almost lost half his life.But he didn't complain a word, and after panting for a long time against his wings, he supported him and sat by his front paws, laughing intermittently: "Tayron, look at me, I'm done."

Tai Lun lowered his head and looked at him. Carlos's only light brown pupil exposed from the black armor was smiling, and the hot emotion in his eyes was the same as before, never changing.

At this moment, he suddenly didn't want to hide from Carlos anymore.

Regarding his specific origin, Tai Lun has not spoken to anyone.Whether it was Norman III a long time ago or the dwarf Kadororov, Byrne...he never mentioned this matter.They may have been curious, but they were all confused by him. It's not that he was not frank enough, but that he couldn't say it.Once anything is exported, it is no longer a secret.In order to survive, Tyron would rather rot it in his stomach.

But the burden of secrets for a long time will become heavier.

He has been with Carlos for 13 years. This period of time is not too long, even shorter than the time he spent with Norman III who betrayed him when he was young, and it is far less than the time he spent with Byrne. Nearly a hundred years.But no one else could make him so reluctant to raise a doubt as Carlos.

He trusts Byrne, but at the same time he is also very clear that he will not be the most important thing to Byrne, knowledge, ideas, the tower of the sage... If one day, there is really something to put him and these Letting Byrne decide on the opposite side, Tyronn didn't know what he would do.

Only Carlos is different.

Carlos once guarded him in a dark cave for 11 years, ignoring the prosperous and wonderful world outside. He once fought against the entire elf forest in order to find him. It seems that in Carlos's life, only him can be seen, and he is everything.

Tyron also thought, maybe it's all because Carlos can't remember the past, if he remembered it might not be the case.However, as time went by, Tyron became more and more confused: Is there really anything that can make Carlos, and even the whole world, forget his past?

In the history he knows, there is no existence similar to Carlos, which is basically impossible for Carlos's strength.

So, could Carlos really not have a "past"?

Of course, there is another slight possibility besides this-Carlos has ulterior motives, everything he has done so far is just pretending, and the elves are also cooperating with him in acting.

In any case, he is willing to believe Carlos this time.

Anyway, he can't bear another betrayal. If the ending is still hurt, it's just destruction together.

"Carlos, have you heard of the legend of the dragon in Farlo Forest?"

Carlos was a little puzzled: "Well, I thought they were talking about you." Although the dragon has been rumored to have existed for thousands of years, humans always like to exaggerate the facts, saying that things that happened hundreds or even decades ago are ancient. There is nothing strange about the period.

"That's not me." Tai Lun paused, and continued in a calm tone: "I have seen the dragon in Farlo's legend. She is also a black dragon, but her eyes are golden and red. I know her name is 'Ka' Na'—remember the red dragon sage Kadov? The origin of his surname is 'Kana', and I suspect he is the descendant of Kanna."

"The most famous dragon in Azela is the black dragon 'Gosuor', but in fact Gosuor is by no means the strongest dragon. He lost all his sanity the moment he came to Azela, so That’s why she wandered around in such a high-profile way instead of finding a place that suits her to prolong her life like Kana.”

The more Carlos listened, the more confused he became: "Extend life?"

Tai Lun laughed suddenly: "Yes, prolong life."

"Do you know why there are so few pure-blood dragons in Azera?" His eyes were cold, and his voice was ironic, "Because the 'dragons' who will come here are all losers, full of empty stomachs but unable to take revenge. They are not weak, because the weak have no chance to come to Azera; but they are not strong, cowardly..."

"Tayron..."

"...Incompetent, lingering, they are all trash, there is no—"

"Taron!" Carlos raised his voice sharply. He couldn't reach Tyron's head, so he could only hug his neck and beg, "Stop it, stop it...I don't want to hear this."

Taylor fell silent for a moment.

"...I'm sorry." He looked into Carlos' eyes, which seemed to be covered with mist. "Are you crying?"

Carlos made him bow his head and buried his face in his black scales.He rubbed the side of Tai Lun's face, and rested his forehead on his corner: "Ta Lun, don't do this, I know you are the best."

Tai Lun was silent for a long time, and finally said softly again: "I'm sorry."

He didn't know why he suddenly lost control of his emotions, and he didn't know how to continue talking about his identity that he wanted to confess.

But he heard Carlos answer in his ear: "Don't say sorry to me."

Carlos let go of his hand, held his head and tilted his head.

Tyron couldn't see Carlos' expression, but he could see that Carlos was smiling.The sun lit up Carlos' light brown eyes, making his eyes look extremely bright and warm at this moment.

"Don't say sorry, because as long as you are happy, I won't feel sad."