Afra watched the black human-faced sphinx fly away with his master, she originally thought that she could enjoy a gentle and peaceful leisure time with Cremar, who knew that the fire elemental creature had sent information about the Bi Point Fortress in the middle of the night the next day, so the black-haired dragonborn decided to go to the aid without hesitation, although he would be extremely tired and hard to do so, but the Bi Point Fortress was the first area and city outside the southern kingdoms to be attacked, and its fall would be a starting point, which had a deep meaning, not only Cremar, but even the elf Kerry Ben, who was at the peak of the arrow, also managed to disguise his injuries, temporarily withdrew from the ranks of the attendants.

"Will anyone guess who they really are?"

"No, it won't. Afra replied, she turned to look at the black-haired elf beside her, the atmosphere between them was always tangled and complicated, in fact, both Afra and Lucieu can be said to have skillfully used their strengths, Afra disguised naïve, while Lucieu disguised simple, and when Cremar was away, they would both be stronger and sharper - Eloch looked at them, and it was clear that the two women had caught Cremar's weakness - He took pity on the weak and could not sit idly by and watch the suffering of others, like a kitten that was wet in the rain, with its ears close to its skull, and its soft, mournful cry, even if it willfully climbed on top of the dragonborn's head, he would not be angry and grab it off, and it was in this way that they ate away at the distance between them, step by step, just ...... It's hard to say, Afra's worst thing is to make Cremar treat her as a daughter, as the heir of the red dragon, Cremar's moral bottom line can be said to have raised the level of the entire dragon descendants and even the warlock world, a guardian who seems to have nothing, and the relationship between the guardian and the ward is enough to turn the chasm between them into an abyss, as for Lucie...... If I have to say, it is probably that she is too eager and straightforward, so that her guardian is that this dragonborn not only has a high moral bottom line, but he is even as shy and reserved as the Ceris in the far east, and Luciere's affection will only frighten him, making him choose to hide far away and not get closer, although Lucieu is also aware of this problem after meeting him for the third time, but trying to reverse this almost subconscious reaction - can only be said to be very difficult.

Not to mention the complex relationship between the elves of Eya and the dragonborn Cremar - they are blood relatives, but they are also enemies, they once abandoned Cremar, and now Cremar no longer seems to expect anything from them, see, he prefers to be with the Singer elf Kerryben, but it is not surprising to think that Kerry could have regarded him as a child.

Afra knew what Lucieu was worried about, because Cremar certainly wouldn't be alone in the whirlpool of war, unless he summoned demons, or devils, or spread plague, otherwise one person's power would not be able to leverage victory or defeat, not to mention, there were also quite a few spellcasters in the army of the Faln, among them, the warlocks who escaped from the chaos of Grenada and the gray robes who had been recruited for a large proportion - There are also dragons, every day Afra and the others can see hordes of dragons flying out of the clouds, circling and dancing around the peak of arrows, just looking at this scene, people can't help but recall those long and dark years, dragons ruled over humans - even the good silver dragons, dragons are dragons, and humans are humans, the former's huge body is destined to be difficult to see the insects under their feet, at that time people were slaves of dragons, food and tools, no thoughts, no history, no faith...... The vast majority of human beings are in a state of confusion day after day, year after year, and even if some of them have the talent for spellcasting, they can only despair to find themselves just a worm struggling under the dragon's claws, the only difference is that compared to other insects, they can fly a little higher, a little faster, and can attract a little attention from the dragon. Some people once called themselves friends with dragons, but everyone knows that how a dragon whose lifespan may be counted in thousands of years is willing to be compared to a life as short as morning dew, and when they look at you, they may be more contemptuous or pity.

Although Cremar, as well as Kerryben, had determined that these dragons were nothing more than deformed beings like puppets, they, not them, had no intelligence or reason, and were much smaller than the normally hatched dragons, even the power of acid, thunder and fire was not so good, and even the dragons were so weak, but so mediocre mortals had not seen real dragons for a thousand years, and to them, they were dragons, like the people of the city, trembling and crying at the sight of the dragons' shadows cast on the ground。

It's ironic that the only way to deal with these hideous beasts is probably the Dragontooth Knights of Krefa and the Warlocks from Grenada, but no one cares—and as for Luciere's question, Afra doesn't think it's going to be a bad consequence— No one knew that the owner of the Falfa was the mage who served the Emperor of Falun, and that Kriva was known as a free city, and that the biggest deal was mercenaries, and that Vinito could hire them, and that of course the Fortress could hire them, and even if the Emperor of Falon wanted to stop them, he would have to wait for them to complete their previous contract - and the most important thing was only this time.

It may be that the whole continent is watching the fortress, unlike those small and chaotic countries, the fortress is the first real fortress that the Emperor of Falun wants to conquer, if the fortress is defeated, the other cities, principalities and countries may also become discouraged and pessimistic, but if the fortress resists the attack of the Falun army, even if it is only once, it will inspire the courage of the people, even if they have dragons and necromancers.

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"Do you know what tactics the Grenada prefers?" Mage Alva asked, staring at the frantically flying dragons, and he didn't wait for his disciple's answer, "They will first storm the walls and gates with slaves and captured outcasts, civilians, and throw stone and white phosphorus bombs to destroy the defensive equipment on the walls, and then, once a mage or warlock or priest appears, their eagle-headed sphinx knights will fly into the air with their casters, striking those who pose a threat to them from the air— And the dragons, yes, I mean, the red dragons, will deal with the most intractable enemies and their towers, and there are only a few spells that can deal damage to the dragons, and it's a pity that many spells were lost in the chaotic times of more than a thousand years ago, and the humans are very weak and ridiculous for dragons now. Of course," he paused, "I mean real dragons. ”

Alva had seen real dragons, he had traveled everywhere in his youth, even Grenada, he remembered the red dragons he had seen in the kings of Grenada, they were so powerful, so beautiful, they were so powerful, they were so powerful that their knees collided with each other, and he vividly remembered the painful feeling of dust getting up and burrowing into his eyes and nostrils. He'd seen quite a few Dragonborns as well, which is why he guessed that he might be a Dragonborn as soon as he noticed Cremar's anomaly.

After Alva and the others appeared, as Alva had reminded, the dragons and their knights had made the casters the first targets to kill, they gathered in the clouds, and then swooped down in turn, accompanied by dragon fire, acid, and electricity with magic short spears with Mithril spear tips and carved runes, which were used to break through the mages' defenses, as well as the magic of the mages and mages, but just as they were close enough to see each other's eyes, the ballista high up in the fourth wall, around the Archon's residence and the council hall, once again let out a sharp cry of rage, and the heavy crossbow arrows rained down like a torrential rainThe dragons who rushed to the front were all hit, and the dragons let out a mournful roar, and Alva could even hear the dragon knight of Falun shouting angrily: "How many crossbow arrows do they have?"

"How many more crossbows do we have?Aubrey?" Mage Alva threw a bolt of lightning that knocked over a group of Falon soldiers trying to climb the second wall, then turned his head and asked his old friend with a smile, "I'm glad to see that you're still so energetic." ”

"I'm Aubrey, Lord Alva," but he said respectfully, "I'm probably my father," and he said, "He left us twenty years ago, my lord, I'm little Aubrey, but he's always been very fond of you......"

Mage Alva's smile froze suddenly, and he looked at the other party with his eyes wide again, only to realize that his face was indeed vaguely different, and that he was dressed in a white robe with the emblem of Tyre, indicating that he was the priest of Tyre, and one of his old friends, the stubborn Aubrey, had never shown the talent of a spellcaster, nor had he felt any calling, he ...... Just a mortal with a short life.

The old mage smiled reluctantly, "Oh," he said, "It's nothing, I just ......" He choked up suddenly, "I just didn't expect - who set up this ballista?" I remember I didn't have this when I left. ”

"A man to be trusted," said little Aubrey, "I don't know who he is, but he is said to be your friend." "The councillors were not at all in favor of putting such a powerful weapon in the fort of Cape Pierc, which could penetrate even a whale, but could the pirates still carry a whale to attack the city? haha, this is so ridiculous that no one would have thought that the fort would face a pack of dragons - so in the end, it was the elder Aubrey who took all the money available and his stubbornness, and insisted on the configuration of twelve ballistas, and it was these twelve ballistas that prevented the chaos and misfortune expected by the Falun people from happening so quickly.

"I think I know who he is. Alva muttered, and then he threw another spell, and a necromancer burst into flames.

"And," said little Aubrey hesitantly, "my father said that if I could see you again, or if my children could see you, he would speak for him—he was sorry, though it was a little late. ”

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"I'm sorry, it's a little late, but I can swear," said the stranger, "I've always wanted to see you." ”

As soon as Afra walked into her room, she saw this stranger, she was a charming and somewhat morbid woman, her skin was pale as if she had never seen the sun, her feet were naked, her curly hair was scattered on her rounded shoulders, and her graceful carcass loomed in the black veil. The instinct of a god who wants to be priestly possessed, and any god or mortal who dares to challenge her in that essence is her enemy.

"Who are you?" Out of caution, Afra still chose the honorific title, as she could sense the danger of the other party more than a mortal or an ordinary spellcaster.

"You can call me your grandfather or your grandmother," she said, "Afra." Then she frowned slightly, "Your father is a nuisance, and I think the only good thing he does is you, and your name, dust, how wonderful, that's exactly what a thief's daughter should be, inconspicuous, tiny, omnipresent." ”

"Who are you?" This was Afra's second question, and the lady looked at her and her smile grew wider: "Musk," she lightly pursed her lips, "Musk, the god of thieves." ”

Afra was speechless, Cremar hadn't told her much yet, she only knew that her mother, Memmy, had been a priest, a chosen person, and a saint of the goddess of love, and that her power might have come from this, but she never imagined that her father was the son of the god of thieves, the god of thieves, Marsk. She took a step back, trying to enter her own realm, but Afra had to stop with a hand that seemed to be holding nothing—but Afra felt a cold weapon against her.

"You are much better than your father," said Musk's avatar with satisfaction, her tone even soft, and she held out her finger a little down, and Afra was forced to sit in her chair, now separated by a delicate round table where she could touch each other with an outstretched arm, "Don't be afraid," Musk said. Though I enjoy the fear of others, you are different, my dear, you are my seed, a very good descendant, and you can receive my love from me, Afra, which your father did not have. ”