Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

They stood in the rain, as if it were a special ceremony, waiting for the arrival of their leader. This was neither a punishment nor torture, but an honor.

"How long will it take him to get here?" someone asked behind Qilan.

It was a cold female voice. She was holding a black umbrella, like a dahlia blooming in the rain and darkness.

Zero, she also appeared at this party.

Qilan retracted his gaze and looked at Ling: "Soon, our meeting was the guidance of fate."

Zero said no more.

She knew about Qilan's spiritual words, which were miraculous abilities and extremely rare even in the entire history of mixed-bloods.

But it works.

When the gas light of the lighthouse swept across the high observation tower again, two figures holding a black umbrella were cut out.

They appeared silently, like ghosts in a cemetery.

"Here it comes." Qilan raised the corner of his eye slightly.

He saw a pair of dragon-like blazing golden eyes lit up high up. It was a color that even the light beams of gas lamps could not match. It was so great and so majestic.

With just one person's aura, he immediately suppressed almost everyone in the freshman fraternity.

Chapter 17 Freshman Fraternity (2)

Nuonuo was holding a big black umbrella, like the most caring assistant, following Lu Mingfei closely.

They came in front of Qilan under everyone's gaze.

Qilan is an Indian young man whose pupils are dark and whose facial contours are soft after the fire in his eyes was extinguished.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that time had gone back and he returned to the days when he was the president of the Student Union.

He was the sharpest knife at Kassel Academy, known as the best student in recent decades, and was almost dominating the entire executive department even before graduation.

On rainy nights before the start of one high-risk mission after another, he would stand in front of everyone, draw his sharp sword, and speak passionately like a general before going to war about the honors they would receive and the great achievements that would be recorded in the long history.

The drizzle is like a curtain.

Dozens of pairs of eyes were ignited by the blazing golden light, like sparks bursting in the darkness. The best young people of this session stood quietly in the rain, like one straight spear after another.

"I finally meet you, Lu Mingfei. I have already foreseen your great destiny!" Qi Lan was extremely excited, which made the other young people feel a little surprised.

Most of the time, Qilan is excellent and calm. Many people think that if it weren't for Lu Mingfei, he would probably be the brightest one in this class.

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand to respond to Qilan's enthusiasm. He took a deep breath, and the expression on his face was finally no longer so listless. He put on the formal smile that he had practiced when he was in the student union.

The beams of light from the lighthouses intersected and finally converged after many cuts, falling completely on Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo. They finally stood in the light, in front of everyone.

Those terrifying golden eyes were still burning, and Lu Mingfei was silently showing his potential.

He needs to gain the support of the freshmen, and the freshmen also need to find a leader who can truly lead them to victory in the war.

It's a win-win.

“I often hear your name, Qilan. Your words are very impressive.” Lu Mingfei nodded and finally lowered his eyelids. His golden eyes, which were as majestic as those of an ancient god, completely dimmed.

Qilan's Word Spirit is a rare prophet. Throughout the history of the Secret Party, there are only a handful of people who possess this Word Spirit. In the past, they were usually regarded as wizards or priests, and were messengers who could communicate with God.

"It's my honor!" Qi Lan also extinguished his golden eyes. He was shorter than Lu Mingfei so he held his head high at the moment. The young man's face was like a sculpture, depicting emotions that could be seen at a glance.

That's expectation!

That's hope!

That was the shock one felt when seeing a new era begin!

"Your friend, Miss Chen Motong told us about your predicament. It is a brave and great decision for you to join Freedom Day as a third party and win." Qi Lan looks like a real Lu fan, probably the second Guderian in the academy. He seems to really believe in the future he has seen in the dark. In that future, the role played by Lu Mingfei may be the king of the world or something like that.

"I know what I want to do and what I want to do. I am inevitably heading towards a grand war. The epics and myths buried in history will be revived before me one by one. I need to establish enough prestige as soon as possible. I need a strong and loyal army." Lu Mingfei said bluntly.

The war with the dragon is inevitable, but he has something more important to do. He has a nightmare, and the name of the nightmare is Herzog. He must kill him, or destroy his heart.

But even if it happens again, it will still be difficult to do. Herzog is the most outstanding conspirator in the world. His schemes are linked together, one round after another. No one knows whether he has left more important hidden clues hiding in the shadows like a poisonous snake waiting to kill with one blow.

Lu Mingfei deduced it over and over in his mind, but he was not a smart man after all. He was not even qualified to stand on the same level with Herzog in terms of wisdom.

It was not until recently that the door of Kassel was completely opened, and Lu Mingfei finally thought of a way to break the impasse.

People and plans are not bound together.

It is indeed very difficult to kill Herzog, who has three burrows. The possibility is even close to zero, but what if you tear up his plan?

He has to rely on the fierce ghosts and the eight snake families to find God and become God, but Lu Mingfei will overturn this situation!

Many years ago, Hilbert Jean Ange was able to suppress the entire Japanese mixed-race society single-handedly, and Lu Mingfei can now recreate this miracle.

But the current Sheqi Eight Clans are different from the past, and Lu Mingfei needs more power.

The secret party is the most powerful force he can rely on. But all this needs a beginning, and Kassel College is this beginning. A Kassel College united behind Lu Mingfei can exert a powerful force in his hands.

These students are not just students, they also represent the forces and organizations behind them.

"We are willing to be your loyal army, but there is one condition." Qi Lan looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes, "Promise us that you will become our leader."

Lu Mingfei was silent.

Nono seemed about to speak, but another girl stood beside them, and Zero stepped out from the crowd, the ends of her blonde hair wet, making her skin look even whiter.

She looked at Nuonuo, seemingly issuing a silent threat.

Some things must be done by Lu Mingfei

Just like the road to becoming a king, only a true king can take step by step.

“I don’t think I’m a leader.” Lu Mingfei chose his words carefully. His eyes passed Qilan and looked at the young people standing behind him in the rain without saying a word.

Lu Mingfei said: "I am just a soldier, a soldier with a goal. I know what I should do, so I will do it. For this goal, I can do many things, and I can naturally achieve many things. Creating a brilliant future is just a bonus to this goal."

He stretched out his right hand and raised it high in the rain.

"I will keep my promise and stand with you. We will not betray each other in the coming war." Lu Mingfei's voice was light but firm, a promise that would not expire until the end of time.

This promise is so heavy that in Qilan's eyes it is a gift from fate.

"We will stand behind you on the day of freedom, Lu Mingfei. We will fight a bloody path for you. Even if we all fall on that bloody path, you will win a great victory in the end!" Qilan swore solemnly.

Chapter 18 Freshman Fraternity (3)

In the darkness, the young people standing like swords in the intersecting lampposts cheered softly, their golden pupils were extinguished, and pairs of palms were raised and clapped against each other in the curtain of drizzle.

Everyone excitedly shook hands and hugged Lu Mingfei. One after another, the young faces with childishness came closer and farther away in Lu Mingfei's eyes. The young people shook off their wet long hair and gathered around Lu Mingfei like Mexicans around a bonfire. Everyone's face showed longing for the new era.

The cheers, as low as whispers, gradually faded away. Young boys and girls raised their heads around the platform that was half a meter high. The rain flowed down along their outlines, and there was an inexplicable light in everyone's eyes.

They were full of fighting spirit and were so enthusiastic that they seemed to light up the entire rainy night.

Everyone looked at Lu Mingfei, not to meet the new king they supported, but to admire the hero who was destined to kill the gods.

Lu Mingfei tapped his chest with his right hand, where his heart was. He walked out from the big black umbrella held by Nuo Nuo, into the rain, and the cold raindrops fell on his head, sliding down his collar to his chest.

"Let's get to know each other again." Lu Mingfei said softly, "My name is Lu Mingfei. I don't know if I am destined to be the leader, but I know that we will definitely support each other on the same road. Even if the sword pierces the body, it will definitely pierce all of our bodies at the same time. Our blood will merge together, and we will share honor and the future."

"We come from different families, different races, and different countries, but we have the blood of the Forsaken in our veins. We are not recognized by dragons or humans. People like us are born to carry heavy things. For what I carry, if there is a mountain in front of me, I will climb it and put it under my feet; if there is a sea in front of me, I will cross the sea and conquer all the waves along the way. From the beginning to the end, what I have is pitiful. If someone takes it away, I will kill him."

Lu Mingfei's voice was calm and gentle, as if he had actually experienced a lot and walked a longer journey in life, rather than the big boy who appeared in front of the young people.

“One Day of Freedom has never been my goal, and the victory of One Day of Freedom is definitely not the great victory predicted by Qilan. We deserve the word great, but an activity like One Day of Freedom, which is just a game, does not.” Lu Mingfei’s eyes moved from one person’s face to another, trying to make sure he could see everyone’s face.

The rain is getting heavier, and the light from the lighthouse is interweaving here, witnessing a meeting worthy of being recorded in history.

Lu Mingfei said: "We will share the victory. The so-called bloody road is not the way to ascend the throne, but the long steps to win honor for us." His words were telling the young people gathered here a beautiful future. One day, when a new leader takes over the power of the secret party, if this person is Lu Mingfei, he will share this power with everyone.

The relationship between them will not be a pathetic subordinate one, nor will it be a cruel and cold master-servant relationship.

Lu Mingfei is not Caesar. He has never thought of occupying every corner with his light like the midday sun above the plains. He is willing to let others share this vast land.

There was only one request, and that was not to touch the few things that truly belonged to him.

"Hey, Lu Mingfei!" The speaker was a boy with typical Middle Eastern appearance. His skin was dark, but he was tall and straight. He was not conspicuous in the crowd, and the corners of his mouth raised a very quiet arc. This was a shy boy. When he called out Lu Mingfei's name, his originally dark face actually turned red. The boy from the Middle East said loudly, "I am Pierre, from Israel. Qilan and I are friends. I trust him, so I trust you! I believe you can stand out in the free day, and even really win the winner's crown from Caesar Gattuso and Chu Zihang!"

"Pierre, I am honored to have your trust. I have absolute confidence in myself. Caesar and Chu Zihang are just mountains and seas that temporarily block my journey forward." Lu Mingfei said.

"The Student Union and the Lionheart Club have not concealed what they are going to do. They openly declared on the forum that they will surround your dormitory building as soon as the first day of freedom begins and eliminate you!" Pierre waved his fist, "But I will follow you. Even if all the elite sophomores and juniors gather together, I will always stand by your side!"

The rain was getting heavier. Lu Mingfei let out a long breath. He looked up at the sky, and raindrops fell into his eyes, splashing small drops of water on the surface of his eyeballs.

Herzog, this time, I'm well prepared.

You have the Snake Eight Clan and the Demon Clan, but if there is a secret party standing behind me, how can you carry out your disgusting conspiracy?

Every student in Kassel School has burning dragon blood flowing in their veins. The families behind them are huge and ancient, and they are twisted into one in the hands of the iron-blooded leader. Those who can be called a party are all black-bellied elements, and the secret party will only be worse.

Herzog's conspiracy was delivered to the board of directors in the form of documents. What awaited him was only war, an endless war until death! The inheritance he obtained from the dragon's corpse would be dug out by the secret party, his puppets would all be hanged on the dome of the church, and his conspiracy would be completely overturned.

He might still live like a rat, but what this rat had planned all his life and even turned himself into a devil would be shattered in Tokyo Bay by divine punishment.

Herzog's ending will be more miserable than death. This kind of person's desire for power and strength even exceeds his cherishment of life.

"I will also support you, Lu Mingfei. Qilan said that you will be our leader and lead us into a great era, so you will definitely be our leader!" another young man said loudly, his face flushed, with a very handsome Superman-style butt chin, his voice was impassioned, "I am Sanel! When we set foot on the battlefield, I will always walk in front of you. I will use my body to pave the cracked mountain road for you. Your honor will have my name, and our destinies will be tied together!"

……

The boys and girls said their names one by one in front of Lu Mingfei, as if this was some kind of grand ceremony. They promised never to abandon each other, and they promised to embellish the honor of their companions with their own blood.

Lu Mingfei's back was straight, like a king accepting the loyalty of the knights.

Chapter 19 A Day of Freedom

An exciting bell rang at the top of the bell tower where the night watchman was. The first ray of sunlight appeared from the eastern sky, like a fire rushing towards one's face, pouring heavily on the highest point of the entire mountaintop academy. It was a huge flag unfurled in the wind, and on the flag was painted a lush world tree decorated with golden lines.

The bell will ring twelve times in total, which means that in the next twelve hours, the entire school will not be governed or controlled by any school rules. This is the beginning of a free day, and in previous years, it was also the battle song played by the two largest clubs in the school.

But this year, things have changed dramatically.

A young dragon suddenly broke into the war between two male lions, and the lions immediately reached a consensus to tear the young dragon into pieces!

Well-trained young men in red and black combat uniforms poured out of different buildings. They called each other by code names, were silent and efficient, and their guns were ready to fire at any time.

Teams from the Lionheart Club and the Student Union walked out from every corner of the school. They met in alleys and high-fived each other at corners. Everyone had a fierce expression on their face, as if they were walking onto a real battlefield and their companions or themselves would soon fall in a pool of blood.