Narnia didn't know how he spent the past two days.

There is only one hour of sleep a day, and there are more than thirty training methods that can be called torture.

To give one example, he tore his muscles through wind magic, and then heals his injuries through light attributes, thus creating a stronger body for him in a short period of time.

If these are nothing, then the cooking that Yoer cooked himself three times a day would definitely be a nightmare, and it was a memory that Narnia didn't want to recall at all.

Of course, the growth brought by food is obvious.

Today is the end of nightmare.

But before that, Narnia had to settle for a dark dish.

"His Excellency Joel... is it time to set off?" Narnia reminded.

The departure time Narnia refers to is naturally a five-year tribal event. The event between tribes is also called "Dragons", because most of the ones who decide the outcome are the dragons controlled by various commanders.

Although people are strong, there is still a huge gap compared to dragons.

The purpose of Narnia's reminder is naturally to avoid Yoer's sight and secretly throw away these dark dishes.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is skinny.

At the moment when Narnia took advantage of Joel's attention, he raised the bowl neatly and prepared to pour it to the side.

But before he could finish it, his thick hands grabbed him.

"Uncle Naboru..."

"Brother is worried that you will do this, so I will keep an eye on it. It's better for you to eat it honestly."

Naboru said it with confidence, but Narnia knew very well that this was a mentality of revenge.

The reason is that Uncle Naris, under the forced force of his father, can increase his growth by eating this portion. In another sentence, it is a dark dish that can increase his talent.

At that time, after waking up, Narnia witnessed this tragic process with her own eyes in the subsequent training.

But such a tragedy happened to him.

Naboru slowly poured the bowl of dark food into Narnia's mouth.

"His Excellency Yoll, it's time to set off."

Naris, who came over, reported on the situation.

He just glanced at Narnia and withdrew his eyes.

Things like this have become common recently.

After they set off, the remaining cooking of Yoer will be distributed to other tribe members. In terms of distribution, Naris focuses on young children. Compared with adults who have already identified talent and strength, children's talent and growth will achieve higher achievements after being transformed.

Yol nodded, then pulled Narnia, who had not yet come back to his senses.

"Are you?" Naris was puzzled.

"Take him to finish his studies," said Yolle.

Although Naris was still puzzled, he did not continue to ask questions.

Judging from the arrangements of Yoel in the past two days.

Naris was very satisfied.

At the gate of the Naya tribe.

By an illusory blue light gate.

The light gate is a hundred meters high and about thirty meters wide, and is a portal that is enough for dragons to pass through.

Yole couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he looked at the portal.

"Portway magic?" asked Yoll.

During these days of contact, he thought that people here would not use magic.

These people's exercises tend to be physical exercises, which is why Yore's courses prefer to exercise Narnia's body rather than teaches its magic.

"The portal? It is indeed a bit like a door. It is quite consistent with the description of the portal. However, here, this dragon magic is called the dragon magic that only the nobles in the town use. In the past, the dragon magic will not appear. Only when such a grand event is like this, the large tribe will initiate an application to the town, and then the town sends people to make arrangements."

"Dragon Magic?"

The name is definitely a complete dragon fan, and Yoer is sure.

"When it comes to large tribes, you seem to have told me something before."

Yoer scratched his head, and he would always remember things other than treasures intermittently.

Naris sighed.

This is not the first time such a thing has happened.

In just a few days, Yoer asked questions like him more than once, including names and developments around the tribe.

"The tribe that held this grand event this time is the Bozha Tribe, which is the strongest tribe among the dozens of tribes around. The dragon Bossib, controlled by its commander Ban Luocha, is a truly valuable ancient dragon species."

The ancient dragon species just looked like it was just a rank of dragon species above the newborn species, and it was not very rare.

But in fact, in the opposite way, among the dozens of tribes around, Persian was the only ancient dragon species to be controlled.

Now, you may have to add a Yoll, although Naris cannot be sure which dragon species Yoll belongs to.

"I remember the name of the Bozha Tribe. If you ask them for treasures later, it will be more convenient. If you call the wrong person you ask for treasures, it will be embarrassing." Yoer muttered.

Although Naris didn't listen to what Joel muttered, he always felt a bad breath.

But the portal opened, and there was no time to hesitate.

“All follow.”

He led the way in front and walked in with the one hundred most elite soldiers in the tribe.

Yol also stepped into the portal with Narnia, who still had a "lost life" expression.

Suddenly, a new scene came to my mind.

Compared with the Naya tribe, most of the houses of the Bozha tribe are made of bricks and tiles.

The size of the entire tribe is more than ten times larger than that of the Naya tribe. The abortions passing by and the well-behaved dragons following the crowd all indicate the prosperity of this tribe.

There were not many tribes that came through the portal, but they did not enter the Bozha tribe, but were resting outside.

Worried that Joel had caused trouble, Naris hurriedly reminded him.

"This is a rule that requires a period of waiting before someone can make arrangements."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry," said Yoll.

He also had to think carefully about how to ask the other party for treasure.

After a while, Narnia, who had come to his senses, climbed up from the ground. He shook his dizzy head, and his slightly awake head felt the smell of disgusting from his mouth.

Narnia trembled suddenly and ran to the side and started to retching.

But the dishes cooked by Yoll in my stomach were as thick as thick as thick gum and could not vomit at all.

"What's wrong with you? Are you here to find fault!"

A voice came from Narnia's ears.

Naris stepped forward and explained.

"He is not feeling well."

Although Yoer's cuisine tastes very bad, it can affect talent.
Chapter completed!