The black-haired Dragonborn, along with the people around him, was hurrying forward. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info some people may remember the first enemy that Cremar had to face when he accompanied the Red Dragon - the owner of a walled city, a powerful mage, whose death could be described as unusually boring and ridiculous, and even less in line with the description of him - Probably because for a long time he had to deal with only mortals and lowly kinds, his image and temperament swelled violently like yeast-like dough, but when he realized that he was facing an invincible enemy, the fragility and meanness hidden in his heart were immediately exposed—he didn't even think about fighting, but chose to abandon his subordinates and henchmen, and flee with the wealth he had accumulated over the past ten years.

It's ridiculous to say that if he hadn't fled, at least not in a hurry to flee in the first place, and therefore appeared alone in the cell under the tower, he might not have been murdered so easily by the members of the Dragonthorns.

Their mission had some slight to do with the mage - the Red Dragon's scroll was to be handed over to an old mage who lived in the Blighted Spirit, a decaying and filthy place, with a dry swamp of slender black trees and spider-silk vines entwined between its branches, producing little except peat, but it was in the realm of the elder brother of the mage, the former owner of the walled city.

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The Grand Duke had risen early, and as the owner of the principality, he had never had to leave his warm and soft bed before the morning light had covered his small country, but not today, his mage told him that a group of Grenadas (and a noble Highness among them) would enter his kingdom to do something. Of course, the Grenada didn't ask them to greet them, but come to think of it, Grenada's three legions have cleared a smooth and straight path in the country that surrounds the Red Dragon Country- All the nations and territories on this road ceased to exist, and they did not even have the royal family and their people left except Tiran, the fields were reduced to wilderness, the cities were reduced to ruins, and the documents of history were reduced to ashes in the flames, which was the most complete destruction, and they would not be remembered again in a hundred years, and only the records of the temples and sanctuaries might still be found.

So, when the cruel and ruthless Grenada came here, could he expect these fellows to come to see him as the Grand Duke as if they were true knights? No, let him come, his principality was lucky not to be an obstacle to the Grenadas, and in that case, it was better to let him and him continue to be a humble speck of dust in the Red Dragon's vision in silence, and he had learned how to grovel to a spellcaster anyway to his brother.

"How's the child?" he whispered to his wife before leaving the room, and she was the only one who could be trusted the most.

"Already in the sanctuary of Rosada. "The Archduke's wife said that in those perished kingdoms, if there was anyone else who was rescued, it was only the commoners and nobles who had fled to the temples and sanctuaries, and the priests who served the gods, especially those in white robes, put all the people into the sanctuary as much as possible, though it could only be said to be a drop in the bucket, but it was better than nothing, but it was ...... "I have heard that the priests of Rosada were once banished by the followers of Gredi," said the Archduke, "if possible...... Find a way to get it to the temple of Sheennoth. ”

"I'll do it right away. The Grand Duke's wife said that she was not beautiful, but that she loved her husband with all her heart, so her eyes were full of worry and sorrow.

"Nothing," said the Grand Duke, "what I have prepared will please any caster." ”

But these people were not just spellcasters, the wife of the Grand Duke was not so concerned with the outside world, her focus was all on her husband and children, but she had also heard that the Grenada even their mounts fed on humans, and that gold and gems could not appease their innate arrogance and cruelty, just as a human would not regard a monkey that would offer fruit to it as one kind.

No matter how worried the women who were the wife of the Grand Duke, the Grand Duke stood in the cold wind of dawn, and in order to prevent the Grenadas from thinking that he was malicious or playing with the subject, the ministers and knights behind him unarmed their weapons and armor, and wore rich velvet robes, and tried to look foolish and harmless.

"Are they coming?" asked the Grand Duke, "can anyone hear the sound of horses' hooves?"

"No, Your Majesty. One of the knights said, "We may have to wait a little longer." ”

He was wrong, and just as the words had dissipated into the wind, they heard the cry of the falcon, no, louder and sharper than the one they had ever heard, and then a huge black shadow swept over their heads as if it had suddenly leapt out of the abyss, and no one saw how it appeared, but in an instant, the ground behind them shook violently, and something heavy landed. The Grand Duke and his courtiers looked back, and before they could clearly discern what it was, more dark shadows swept their hair against the ground with a strong wind.

One of the ministers exclaimed, the royal capital of the duchy had not been built as grand as Grenada, and the road was not wide enough for twelve gigriffins to land at the same time, so they were a little crowded together, and an impatient griffin kicked and threw aside the humans who were in the way of its wings.

The Grand Duke and the other humans immediately ran away smartly, and to their horror, the monsters with the heads of eagles and the bodies of lions screamed in a furious manner, and under the control of the knights, several eagle-headed sphinxes flew up and landed farther away.

One of the courtiers of the Grand Duke showed extraordinary courage, and when he saw one of the monsters that was particularly different, a man on a lion with a human face instead of an eagle's head, looking at them, he took advantage of his small stature and slipped through the claws of the lions, and the monster looked at him for a moment, then a smile appeared on the face that could be said to be handsome, and then he lowered his shoulders so that he could see the man in the lion.

The man wore a hooded cloak, and looked like everyone else, but Rigoletto knew he was the leader, for when he tried to speak, even the griff-headed griffinx fell silent.