Chapter 65

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"There are many types of dragons. A qualified dragon rider not only needs a strong physique but also the ability to resonate with their dragon, fully utilizing the dragon's strengths." On the way to the Free Army's Warden, Brom fully utilized his experience to explain the attributes of the small blue dragon to Eragon in detail.

"The scales of this dragon are blue, indicating that it is a gem dragon. The gem dragon's strength lies in speed, possessing the fastest flight speed among dragons of the same age. Also, it—" The small blue dragon suddenly glared at Brom, scaring him into changing his address, "Her strength attribute is mental."

"Mental?" Chu Ci's interest was immediately piqued, and he turned his head to look at Brom.

"It's a long story. Over a thousand years ago, Alagaesia had only two races—" Brom's face took on a nostalgic expression as he slowly narrated in a minstrel-like tone.

"Cut to the chase, less talk." Chu Ci hated such background stories. He flicked his finger, generating a small alchemical array at his fingertip. A stone spike shot past Brom, cutting off a strand of his already sparse hair and killing a chattering crow on a tree.

"Dragons are the most wondrous creatures of nature. They possess unimaginable dragon power, but these powers lie dormant within them. Only mature dragons can use dragon power to cast dragon language magic and breathe fire." Brom, being cooperative, directly jumped to the conclusion, "The contract allows the dragon rider to share the dragon's power. Through the connection of the contract mark, the dragon rider can use the transformed dragon power to enhance their physique and strength, as well as cast the unique dragon blood magic of dragon riders. The speed at which a dragon rider grows is closely related to the dragon's attributes. Since the gem dragon's attribute is mental, it means that the stronger Eragon's mental power, the more dragon power he can obtain."

"What kind of dragon do you have?" Chu Ci asked unexpectedly.

"I'm just an ordinary person." Brom's face stiffened, his previously animated expression vanishing, replaced by a look of melancholy.

Clearly, he's a man with a story. Most people would continue to press for more details, but Chu Ci just nodded in understanding, "Since you don't want to say, I won't force you."

Brom: "..." His face looked like he had eaten dog shit.

"But I'm not fearless." Eragon was worried; the path of a dragon rider seemed difficult.

"No fear, no courage."

"Fear is also your strength."

Brom and Chu Ci, one after the other, shared their experiences. Just as they were about to engage in a battle of ideologies, Eragon suddenly screamed in excitement, "Look, the small blue dragon seems to have grown."

"That's normal; danger will make her grow." Brom didn't turn his head, staring intently at Chu Ci, "How do I teach you to be a true dragon rider? Oh, sorry, you don't have a dragon."

"Are you provoking me? Do you need a lesson in biology? No, psychology." Chu Ci was not to be outdone, "No, you're just a two-legged walking pawn now; teaching you would be useless."

"Stop arguing, something seems wrong with her." Eragon was still screaming.

"Stop yelling; I already said it's normal development." Brom turned his head impatiently to look at Eragon, "Just wait calmly—"

The small blue dragon's body grew larger in a blue glow, now as big as a cow. The surging dragon power expanded her body, strengthened her bones, and made her claws and teeth sharper, her wings more agile. However, on her spiky neck, a green light that was incompatible with the dragon power stubbornly occupied the place where the dragon saddle should be. A sinister black thread appeared in the center of the green light, a situation completely different from what Brom had seen before.

"Damn, this is a tracking spell." Chu Ci, being a semi-expert, carefully studied it and found it to be a tangle of two tracking spells. The black light was Desa's witchcraft, which Chu Ci had seen on the voodoo people. The green light was likely Aria's tracking spell, which was of a higher level than witchcraft. The higher-level spell covered the lower one, making Desa's witchcraft unable to sense Saphira's existence. However, Aria was now imprisoned, her spirit and body weakened, allowing Desa to find a gap and remotely activate the witchcraft, causing both spells to become visible.

"Someone is stealing our coordinates."

"Can it be eliminated?" Brom sensed the danger and asked urgently.

Chu Ci was unusually focused, placing his hand on the green light. Black and white light surged out, clashing with the tracking spell. The tracking spell immediately rebounded, and he panted, "It's a bit difficult; it will take some time."

"Eragon, communicate with your dragon, merge with her spirit." Brom turned to Eragon, planning to start from the dragon rider's side.

"How do I communicate? I don't understand." Eragon was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"Use your mind, my rider." The small blue dragon turned her head, resting her pumpkin-sized head on Eragon's chest. A gentle voice echoed in Eragon's mind, "My name is Saphira, the gem dragon. In the dragon language, it means deep blue gem."

"Can you hear my thoughts?" Eragon looked at Saphira in disbelief, his face showing the joy of a child discovering something new. He tentatively asked in his mind.

"You can also know mine, Eragon, my rider of a thousand years. The era of dragon riders will return." Saphira's majestic dragon eyes met Eragon's, and he felt no pressure, only a sense of kinship.

"Right now!" The energy resonance between human and dragon reached its limit, and the dragon power between them became active, suppressing the power of the tracking spell to its lowest point. Chu Ci took the opportunity to activate his alchemical energy and added his mental power, planning to trace the source of the tracking spell.

A strand of Chu Ci's mental power, using the intricate rules of the tracking spell, traveled through space and finally arrived at a dark, damp underground prison, appearing on a severely injured body. Chu Ci's mental power quickly detached from the body, floating in the air, secretly observing.

In the cold, damp dungeon, a beautiful elf, suspected to be Aria, was suspended in the air with her hands bound. Even with her slender and slim figure, only her toes could barely touch the ground, reducing the burden on her body.

Her once elegant clothes were now dirty, covered in various wounds. These were not physical injuries; from the active malevolent elements, it was clear she had been tortured by various curses. The intense pain made the elf tremble, evoking a sense of a trapped and pitiful elf.

Despite this, the elf's face remained defiant, her eyes resolute. She tightly pressed her pale red lips, using her will to resist the enemy's torture, conveying the message that even if they obtained her body, they would never get her soul.

"Aria, I have found her." The witch Desa had no intention of obtaining Aria's soul. The mental torture had weakened Aria, allowing Desa to find a gap and strengthen the tracking power of the witchcraft, "Want to go to Warden? You'll have to ask me first."

"Huh? Where did this little mouse come from?"

The next moment, Chu Ci's mental power was extinguished, and his vision went dark.

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