The kobold warlock Yuka walked lightly, like a feather blown by the wind on the river, and when she reached the end of the canal and saw the gate inlaid with white dragon head reliefs, her steps staggered like that of an ordinary old woman. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A legacy of the Dragon Age, this majestic steel gate is backed by an underground reservoir that rises more than a hundred feet downstream. The White Dragon Gate blocks the only exit from the reservoir and directs the lake into the ditch in an orderly manner through a culvert underneath.

Yuka knew very well that if this floodgate was opened, the flood would flood most of the White Dragon District and even the entire Green Dragon District, and the kobold tribe's long-standing business in these two areas would be in vain, and her people would also suffer the catastrophe, and there would be only one survivor who escaped the catastrophe.

Imagining the catastrophe caused by opening the floodgates and releasing water, Yuka closed his eyes in pain. She stopped in front of the sluice gates, and turned to look at the three behind her with a last glimmer of hope, but the "Skinning Baron" and his two Drow assistants remained grim-looking. In them, Yuka could not find the slightest sympathy or even humanity.

"Old fellow, don't be there and rub around, don't want to suffer and hurry up and open the floodgates." "Sue the dead," Lorenzo urged impatiently.

There are many legends about the Temple of Tiamat, all of which suggest that the temple center is home to treasures and attracts adventurers who dream of becoming rich overnight, but most of them are unaware that the temple center is submerged under water, and that the only way to access the center is to open the "White Dragon Gate" and remove the water from the upper reaches.

Nero and the others knew the secret, but they didn't know how to open the magically protected floodgates, so they needed Yucca, the "snake of the land", to do it for them.

At first, Yuka didn't intend to cooperate, but when Nero and the others showed their strength and cruelty, the kobold warlock had to give up his stubbornness.

The white dragon relief on the gate is incomplete, the left eye is inlaid with a crystal ball, but the right eye is a hollow.

Jukka whispered a dragon incantation, then stepped forward and stabbed the door with his staff in the air.

Click! The crystal ball embedded in the top of the cane is embedded in the white dragon's eye socket, and a wave of magic is released from Yuka's body, and it is injected into the white dragon's gate along the cane.

The white dragon relief suddenly shone brightly, and the gate also made a squeaky winch turn, and it rose abruptly.

Yuka blessed herself with a levitation technique in advance, retracted her cane and quickly floated upward, a huge wave rushing close to the soles of her feet, and the flood roared and roared, deafening.

Yuka suddenly thought of something, and looked back at Nero and the others with a gloating mind, only to be disappointed.

At some point, Nero unfurled a pair of red dragon wings behind him, pulling Agatha and Lorenzo into the air, indifferently overlooking the torrent at his feet.

Yuka licked his dry lips and said tremblingly, "Lord Nero, I have handed over the map of the ruins and opened the gate of the White Dragon as you requested, and now it is your turn to fulfill your promise and help me drive away those pesky stone-blind barbarians." ”

Nero looked indifferent, ignoring her pleas. Lorenzo sneered and pulled out the throwing knife, showing with his actions that he did not intend to fulfill his so-called promise.

Swish! The knife pierced through the Yuka and pinned it to the opposite wall, and the kobold warlock's body writhed and disappeared without a trace.

Agatha frowned slightly: "That cunning old woman has long since slipped away invisibly, and what remains there is only a phantom. ”

Nero smiled indifferently: "She's useless to us anymore, it doesn't matter if she's dead or alive." With that, he clasped the hands of the Drow sisters and brothers, spread their dragon wings and crossed the White Dragon Gate, flying towards the flood.

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The sudden flood was an apocalyptic catastrophe for the creatures accustomed to the dry environment in the White Dragon District, filling the ravines and flooding the kobolds' rudimentary nests, sweeping away the unsuspecting unfortunate ghosts along with them.

A red-clothed witch stands atop a towering stalagmite, quietly looking down on the fading torrent beneath her feet. Her gaze was clear and cold, sweeping the bodies of the drowned on the surface of the water without the slightest emotion.

The wind swept on the water, blowing the mage's robe to hunt and dance, the girl's slender and graceful figure loomed, and a purple magic stone was suspended three feet above her head, flying around a fixed track, repeatedly.

The girl took off her hood lightly, and her long black hair hung down like a waterfall, revealing a delicate and lovely melon seed face, with fair and delicate skin that was almost transparent, which further set off the rosy lips and deep phoenix eyes. Her youthful and beautiful face does not need to be greased and powdered, and a delicate and elegant white gold ornament is the only jewelry she wears, and there is only a hollow groove left in the center of the forehead and eyebrows where the jewels were originally inlaid.

The Witch in Red straightened her windswept sideburns, and a silver emblem was tattooed on the back of her left palm, and the simple lines outlined a dancing flame that exuded an indescribable magical aura.

The ravines all over the subsidence area are natural flood discharge channels, and the flood comes and goes quickly, and the water level drops quickly after the flood peak, and the embankments on both sides are washed out exceptionally clean.

The girl tapped the stalagmite on her toes, jumped down, and landed lightly. Her nimble skills showed that she wasn't the weak mage who spent her days in the Tower studying magic, and was clearly trained in systematic combat, and the silver dagger she wore around her waist was not an ornament.

The Witch in Red walked along the riverbank, and suddenly there was a staccato cry behind her.

"Brother Roland, please be merciful...... You're about to uproot this poor beard of mine......"

"Bloom, I have to tell you with regret...... Unless you manage to get rid of that mortally heavy adamantite plate armor, you'll sink like a stone to the bottom as soon as I let go, are you sure you want me to let go? ”

"Oh, no! Moradin is on top, and I can't throw away this ancestral armor, and I don't want to drown here. ”

"Then pray that your beard is strong enough to be dragged to shore by me, or ......" The young man, who was battling the rapids in the water, accidentally caught a glimpse of a red shadow and was stunned.

"Hey, you're going to make it clear, or what?"

The dwarf struggled to get his head out to breathe. His "dog-planing style" was not enough to support a heavy armor to emerge from the water, and it was only up to Roland to grab his beard and drag it hard to avoid sinking to the bottom of the river.

"Uh, I mean...... Or there will be a beautiful and kind angel in red who will help us. ”

The witch in red had already heard the conversation between the two clearly, stopped and turned around, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "I'm sorry, I'm not a kind angel, and I don't want to save a man full of rhetoric." ”

"Come on, my dear lady, you are such a 'life-saving straw' around here, if I don't say a few good words, you will probably blame me for not knowing how to be polite, lacking sincerity, and deserving of being drowned!" Roland couldn't help but complain a few words, and said in a low voice: "Okay, even if I am a man of rhetoric and not worthy of your rescue, this dwarf brother next to me is absolutely loyal and honest, poor Bloom has poured a stomach full of water, and he will not be able to support it, beautiful lady, please be kind and pull him along, okay?" ”

The Witch in Red tucked her long hair behind her ears, looked at Roland with interest, and said, "What's your name and where are you from?" ”

"Under Roland Koras, from the Atonement ......" a great wave came, and Roland submerged under the water, and then came out with difficulty, and shouted at the Witch in Red in a rage: "What the hell! Can we talk again on another occasion? ”

The witch in red covered her mouth and snickered, as if she liked to see him embarrassed, until Roland was almost dead and begged her for help, so she unhurriedly took out a bundle of ropes and threw it at the river.

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