After the death of the priest and the strongest orc, the entire team of thieves did not hesitate to disperse, and if it was just a caravan from the southern countries, perhaps they would have gathered the merchants and mercenaries and continued their journey. www.biquge.info But it was very unfortunate for the thieves that this caravan belonged to Grenada, as I said before, they were merchants and warriors, and after realizing that the enemy could no longer pose a threat to the caravan, some returned to the caravan under the orders of the caravan master to look after the goods, while others pounced on the backs of the scrambled under the command of their deputy.

Ostaal and Kremard, and the young warlock, of course, could not ignore their identities, and Ostahl glanced at Kremar, and the black-haired spellcaster stood there expressionlessly, as if he did not want to return to the carriage - since Ostahl did not reveal his identity, the owner of the caravan certainly could not have prepared separate temporary shelters for each of them as usual, and fortunately, the use of the carriage was only a matter of day and half a night, and they could barely bear it- If the trip is going to be longer, they will have to make a decision. In any case, it is almost impossible to keep another caster around when a caster needs to sleep or meditate, which is why no matter how crowded the tower or mansion is, every warlock, mage, and even priest, even if they are just an apprentice or disciple for the time being, will still have a room (although sometimes the room will be as small as a box for a cat).

Especially Ostard and Cremar's current state is almost too good for both of them (at least one of them has embarrassing cancer). Although Ostal was mild-mannered, they had confronted each other several times before, and he knew very well that even if he made a tolerant gesture and interpreted everything that had happened before as a ridiculous misunderstanding, the other party would not really be stupid enough to give his trust - Cremar was a dragonborn after all, and if the other half of his blood was not the one that the Red Dragons hated the most, he would probably be above Ostal's great-grandmother now- He is a direct descendant of Gredi, and Ostar's bloodline, although strong, is definitely not as pure as he is.

But if this were the case, he might also be lost among the new king's heirs. As far as Ostal knew, the new king, though favored by Gredi, was not among his children, and Gredi did not seem to value them very much, although they did wield more power than most of Grenada. But no one was as favored by Gredi as Cremar before he disappeared, and it was rumored that he would be taken by Gredi as soon as he left the Warlock Tower, and perhaps for Gredi, the half of his blood veins could stimulate his desire to become numb and old from his long life like a powerful potion.

Thinking of this, Ostahl couldn't help but smile that you often see in Grenada, a smile of interest that symbolizes pain and death more than the crow's beak mask of the priest Kranvo - he never forgot the two children born to the young red dragon and the new king, and the time it takes for a human to reproduce for generations will only make them more mature. Cruel and cunning, and the man beside him, who could be said to have played and mocked them mercilessly, what would they do, when Gredi once again set his eyes on this deformed child? It was not easy to take a descendant of the Red Dragon from Grenada's royal court, even if he had been treated coldly and indifferently for a long time, but to Ostar's confusion, the dark-haired spellcaster had been clumsy, naïve, and sluggish at first. By Grenada's standards, he didn't even have the qualifications to walk out of the Warlock Tower, otherwise he wouldn't have ignored such a possible enemy.

Even now, Ostal wasn't sure if the other party's strength was equal to his own, but he was deeply afraid that there seemed to be a force he couldn't see, hear, touch, or feel that was protecting the rebellious dragonborn - his dice always threw the best number, and his enemies always failed or were about to lose, and Ostar was one of them. If I had to describe it, the red robe felt like he was standing next to a calm and deep whirlpool, when you didn't move, it wouldn't do you a little harm, but as soon as you stretched out your hand or moved your foot, it would immediately sweep you in completely, and then whistling and crushing you into powder.

So all Ostar had to do was wait, hide his hands and feet, hide himself in a corner, and wait in silence to see if those who had jumped into the whirlpool could detect some clues on his behalf, and if he could get some ...... Valuable reward - this is one of the reasons why he has been reluctant to reveal his identity along the way, if they are tempted too much along the way, then those who are really powerful may put away their tentacles in advance and adopt the same conservative approach as he does, which Ostal does not want.

The souls of the other world also felt that it was better to breathe fresh air outside than to look at Ostahl in the carriage boringly.

While Ostal is able to make people feel like a spring breeze when necessary, the spirit of the other world is stupid (as far as the lich is concerned), but he at least knows what it means to be disobedient - Although his original plane was stable, thanks to the advanced network, it could receive more information than one of the chosen people of Ogmar, the god of knowledge in this plane (otherwise the lich would not have been able to derive much knowledge from its shattered memories that would be worth exploring and recording for him), and it knew what it meant to be incomprehensible and what it meant to be inherently evil. Moreover, although it inevitably knew nothing about it when it came to this plane, it was taught by the former undead like a cramming (or elephant), and the "Little Red Riding Hood" that it encountered later...... It had learned how indescribably bad it was to like to be in such a hollow outfit - when the soul of the other world realized that it might not be able to escape the influence of Ostar's words and expressions, it took a very quick solution, which was to spend as little time with him as possible, he might be as good at reading people's hearts as the devil, but no matter how good he was, he couldn't shout out his feelings in the air, it would be too bad.

Ostal should feel it, but since he's now in charge of a kind brother (let's forget the chaotic hierarchy of Grenada's court for a moment), he's not too aggressive— Cremar waited until the men who had been sent out to hunt down the thieves returned, and they took their prey, the thieves, orcs, orcs or goblins, and some humans, probably thieves and assassins, all ordered to take off all their clothes, and a leather cord passed through their right wrist and left ankle, dressing them in a string, red and green blood splattering on the ground, quickly seeping into the dry earth.

"Some slaves," the caravan master rode to the black-haired spellcaster's side at some point, "you can take three of them at will if you want, it's what you and your friends deserve." He smiled and nodded to the lich, "I suggest you pick an orc, the price of orcs in the market in Grenada has been rising for the past two years, it seems that the orcs of Wuthering Plains have ended their internal strife- The supply of orc slaves in large quantities is slowly ceased, and it is a pity that almost all of the orc slaves we can get come from the interior, they are easier to catch than the orcs of the Wirring Plains, but they lack the wildness of the orcs, and some of them will wear silk clothes like humans, and sprinkle spice-soaked wine on their bodies. Maybe it will be better by waiting until this winter, it is said that Dylan, the lord of Thundercastle, has completed the final formation, and that magic will provide us with tens of thousands of orc slaves, not corpses, and now I just hope that the orc offensive is not as vain as it was in the previous two years. ”

The black-haired spellcaster turned his head, as if some key words in his words had caught his attention: "Castle Thunder?"

"Yes, humanity is the most important line of defense against orcs. The caravan master said, but with a bloodthirsty smile like Ostal on his face, he licked his lips lightly, as if he had tasted blood, like a snake or a lizard. "Dylan is a young human, but he seems to know how to use magic rather than mundane power. ”

"That's true. The lich replied softly, "You mentioned the formation......"

"It's an interesting word," said the caravan host, "if you don't mind, if you don't mind, can we go back to my carriage and continue this pleasant conversation, I have a good bottle of honey." ”

The Lich knew that he would have to pay for more information, "Of course," he said, "I'm glad to be invited by you." ”

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At the same moment, the Thundercastle they mentioned was in a strange and unsettling atmosphere of tranquility.

Because tens of thousands of knights, The soldiers and their families, as well as some merchants who had good relations with the former lord Baldwin, were expelled or imprisoned and executed after the trial, and the fortress behind the double walls and the inner city became empty, perhaps because Dylan did not want to let the city continue to be occupied by mortals in the first place, and the mansions built by the craftsmen brought by his caravan were not suitable for merchants or craftsmen, but quite to the tastes of mages and warlocks, and they and their staggering number of slaves quickly filled the vacant houses, and the streets were no longer to be seen children running and laughing, nor could they see young girls and boys with light steps, or the chattering old men, the only spellcasters in red or black robes, and a few soldiers and knights in dragon-patterned burqas—those who were allowed to stay after much scrutiny were forced to tear down the bear crest used by Baldwin and Don Clay Sr. and replace it with this ...... They feel a pattern of ominous and hateful patterns, knowing that a thousand years after the good dragon left, the dragon has left the impression of evil and greed on humans.

But no one dared to resist him, even the chatter and complaints disappeared in Thundercastle, the ears and eyes of the caster were everywhere, and everyone who violated the laws of the new lord was publicly tortured or put to death.

"But he's not without his faults," some say, "hasn't he already repelled the orcs? ”

"But he's not without his faults," some say, "hasn't he already repelled the orcs? "It's not that Dylan doesn't know how to buy people's hearts, and he enacts draconian laws while also casting some sweet bait. It's like the orc captives obtained in the last battle, who were not killed but sold to slave traders, this practice is different from the old Don Clay or Birdwin, but the money from the sale of orc slaves is partly exchanged for livestock and wheat, and the inhabitants of Thundercastle can exchange a bow for an arm-long loaf of bread or a bowl of fragrant broth.

"Those bastards should have their heads cut off. "The other one clearly had a different idea.

"Their fate will be even more tragic after becoming slaves. The man who spoke before him insisted: "After a long torture they will still die, and we will still have bread and broth, and it is better than cutting off their heads for nothing, not to mention that we have saved the effort and time to bury them." ”

"Perhaps......" his friend muttered frustratedly and timidly, as a red-robed man passed by him, he had only heard of the robes of mages and warlocks that were everywhere in the streets of Grenada, and Thundercastle seemed to be infinitely closer.

What they didn't know was that the caravan that had left Thundercastle in tow with wooden cages full of orcs and heavy crates did not go south, nor west, nor east, but made an unhurried circle in the wasteland outside Thundercastle, and met the messenger of the orc king Gersh in the bottom of a grassy valley. There was little talk between the two, and the caravan quickly left after dropping the cage and its goods, while the orcs brought by the messenger swarmed up and opened the cage, freeing the orcs inside.

The orcs will cross the Dragonspine Mountains and return to the Wuthering Plains, under the command of the Orc King Gersh, armed with the armor and weapons hidden in the crates. (To be continued.) )