While Bernard and the elves were meeting and conversing under the cover of magic, her mother was also meeting a strange and familiar guest, who was supposed to be on the same side as the Emperor of Falun, or more accurately, the shadow behind him, but given his sensitive status, it was better not to let anyone other than them know or speculate what they were trying to do.

Glenn sat on a chair and put one foot on the knee on the other side, this posture was undoubtedly contemptuous and rude, but Anrui had seen too many frivolous villains, Glenn's posture was not enough to arouse her anger, but her pale blue eyes were still full of distrust, as the guild leader of the "Silver Finger", it was impossible to say that Glenn had nothing to do with those arrogant and domineering bastards, many of them were said to have been selected and recommended by guild members- It's no secret that mercenaries often mingle with thieves, and their identities switch from one to the other when necessary.

"You're going to die soon. Glenn said bluntly, he stared at the woman, she looked like a delicate and snow-white lily of the valley that trembled in the morning dew, but the delicate lip color showed that she was not as unhealthy as people thought, but unfortunately this was only the surface, Glenn had suffered the curse of the god of death, Kranvo, even if it was distorted by the god of thieves, Musk, but the experience of going back and forth between the dead and the living several times made him extremely sensitive to death- He could smell a strange smell from Anrui's body, an aura similar to the grit rolling in the Whirring Plains, cold, dry, without a trace of life, and he looked at her, beneath her beautiful appearance, a rotten, shriveled soul - this poor woman was also one of the experiments of Ostar, a descendant of the red dragon, and he gave her a potion mixed with dragon's blood— The result of the conflict between the dragon's blood and the elven blood was to turn her into a half-human, half-dragon monster, and after that, even Glenn didn't know how she changed this terrible result, he only knew that Anrui had no power to banish those bad things, but to suppress them with more vicious and blasphemous things, and she regained her beauty and longevity, of course, the latter was obviously slightly shortened— Even ordinary humans, under the premise of being a lord, should be able to enjoy a hundred years of life, and the youth and life of half-elves are even longer, but as Gülen said, she is like a candle in the wind, and she may die at any time.

"Then you should know," Anrui laughed dryly, "she has no fear of a person who is about to die. ”

"You shouldn't have said that to me," Glenn leaned back comfortably, "and it's not entirely true, don't you see the guys in the gray robes?" My little ones have suffered a lot to collect them, and some of them will never come back, the gods are above, and I finally know why people hate necromancers so much, for them, life and soul are two lumps of mud that they pinch in their hands and play with at will, they are still human, but human thought and morality have nothing to do with them. ”

"What are your intentions?" asked Anrui, "my people have been drained by you, or will the Falun Emperor's eyes be cast beyond the southern kingdoms?"

"Well, that's hard to say," Gülen interrupted her question, "Of course, I don't know if that majesty wants to be the sole ruler of this continent...... I don't think it's very likely, but dear Anrui, from the beginning, you should have noticed that it was just an excuse. ”

"I think so," Anrui returned to her seat and sat down, placing her hands on the armrests of the carved giant dragon head, "I used to think that you just wanted to control the White Tower, and not allow the White Tower to have an army again, which was expected by me, but you are not only asking for my knights and soldiers, you are also taking strong young men, do you know what that means?" It is almost impossible for the remaining old men and children to do the work of all the people, and this year's wheat harvest will fail, and if they do not return, then next year, the year after, and the year after next, but before the famine of the fourth year comes, it will find that there are no more souls on the White Tower and the Partridge Hill that it can harvest—and the White Tower, which has no output, will not continue to be a den of merchants, and they will leave this place and let the city die a miserable death—is that what you want? I thought at least you would appreciate the value of the White Tower, and even without the Grey Ridge and the Silver Crown Forest, it would still be an important hub between the north and the south, and it would probably take only ten years for it to flourish and prosper again...... This time would have been shortened if there had been other help. And what you are doing now is destroying it, and even if the Emperor of Falun gets the White Tower, what use will it be? All it can offer is bones and wilderness. ”

"Maybe that's what they're looking for?" said Gülen, who was confused for a moment, and then her lips turned as pale as skin, "Can you go into more detail, please?" ”

Glenn shook her head, "Don't kid yourself, Anrui, you know exactly what I'm talking about, or rather, you already feel and peep at it, and you just want to get an affirmative answer from me." He looked up and looked at Anrui carefully for a moment, as if savoring her horror: "They gathered together the strong young men, and then drove them into battle, and their bodies, or their armor, would be painted with runes, no, not protection, not strengthening, not even maddening, this rune existed only for necromancy— A mediocre necromancer can only summon skeletons, one or two Yin Corpses, or Wraiths that can be counted on their fingers, but with this rune, they can summon a legion...... An army of the dead, that's what they want. ”

"This kind of behavior will attract countless white-robed and holy knights," said Anrui, "and they will not succeed." ”

"But what they need is not the success that you and the Falun Emperor wanted. Gülen said, "What they want is simple, Lord of the White Tower, and all they want is death." He saw that Anrui seemed to want to speak, so he raised a hand and interrupted her: "No, no, no, not the undead, well, not exactly the undead, to be exact, the undead have in fact always been very measured, look, in the army of the Falun, you can only see the gray robes and a few lichs, the inhabitants of the Seventy-Seven Islands, as far as I know, there are only two, and these two may still exist as overseers." The Lord, I mean, the honorable Lord, who just needs the human body to be destroyed along with the soul...... Many, very much, more than ever. ”

Anrui thought as she suddenly stood up and walked anxiously around the room, trying to remember what she had learned from the elves and the dragonborn, Glenn was clearly in the service of the lord he spoke of, and was in awe of him, so who was that lord, the Grand Duke, or the king...... No, they can't "silver finger" yet. The leader of the guild is like a tool to use at will, although the identity of the thief is lowly and lowly, and he can be thrown into prison, punished and executed at any time, but a thief's guild whose power has extended from the mainland to the island can even be called an empire, and it is an empire that people avoid and cannot be feared, as long as you look at Gülen's attitude when he mentions the Falun Emperor, you can know that he actually has little respect for this so-called majesty, and it can even be said that he looks at him with a sarcastic and pitying attitude, like looking at an unconscious clown。

The White Tower Lord's back twitched suddenly, and she thought of a rumor that she didn't know if it was true, that is, it was rumored that Glenn was the son of the god of thieves, Musk, on the main physical plane, and that he had the blood of a god, so he had risen from an unknown thief to the leader of the Silverfinger guild, and had swallowed up the power of the Evil Thorn and most of the Dragon Thorn - after all, the thieves and assassins were almost all followers of Musk, and if so, the person he was loyal to might be...... Anrui swallowed hard, like someone walking in a labyrinth who suddenly found a thread, and she ran down with it, although she knew that the thread might lead her to an extremely dangerous place, she could not stop at all.

She couldn't help but think of the more frequent conflicts between the god of conspiracy and the god of thieves and the gods of the good camp in the past fifty years, and the books she had left behind from her mother— It is said that it came from the all-encompassing Wanweilin in the Silver Crown Jungle, which recorded in detail the battle of the gods more than a thousand years ago, and at that time she read it purely as an interesting poem, and she didn't realize the cruelty at all, but the current situation is so similar to the description in the book- She hurried to the bookshelf to find the book, and when her fingers touched the back of the book, it occurred to her father that when her mother died, her father had put them in order and put them away, and in a few years the elves had brought them back to the forest, along with her mother's relics.

So, she forced herself to calm down, if this was the will of Musk or even Ciric, then what was the end they wanted?Were the unfortunate people sacrificed to a ritual? Or the payment for a deal?But it was almost impossible for them to believe in Sirek, the god of conspiracy, and Musk, the god of thieves, and mediocre mortals did not need intrigues, nor did they need theft and murder...... Their rout will only affect ......

Anrui turned around in horror, and Glenn put her finger to her lips.

Anrui swallowed the name that had reached the tip of her tongue at once, remembering that Mage Antonio had taught her that a god had a chance to hear everything related to his name, especially Marsk, the god of conspiracy, and that all conspiracies related to him would be known to him.

"Don't say that name. Glenn actually smiled, "Even if you want to." He paused: "I know it's hard, because humans are like that, the less you want to think about something, the more you think about something." He lowered his head and thought for a moment, as if very deliberately, "That's what Cremar told me, well, he gave an example, would you like to hear it......?" He gathered some people and then told them very harshly that they must not think about a pink elephant scurrying around the room - yes, no one would think about a pink elephant scurrying around the room, the problem was that as soon as he said that, everyone immediately remembered a pink elephant scurrying around the room, even himself, everyone was thinking about it, and it was difficult to control. ”

Anrui looked at him, and after a few breaths, she found that all she could think of was the pink elephant bouncing around the room, and the sight was as vivid as she had seen it with her own eyes, she could count the number of times the trunk fluttered in the air, the wrinkles in the elephant's skin, and felt the whole room shake.

Even if she still thought of Shirek and Musk, they would be replaced by a pink elephant scurrying around the room.

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While Anrui was haunted by an indescribable emotion over a pink elephant bouncing around the room, the people of Cape Fortress were forced by a multicolored dragon.

Among the dragon eggs captured and stolen by the red dragon Gredi, the number of red dragons is of course the largest, followed by the black dragon, the green dragon, the white dragon is second, although there are dragon eggs of the metal dragon, but the number is very small, the metal dragon may have taken this into account, they all devoured or broke the eggs before leaving, only some metal dragons in the remote area, who were unfortunately killed after being attacked by Gredi, leaving behind their children - the eggs of the silver dragons are the most precious, but almost all of them are consumed in the "emperor" of Falun After all, even if there are descendants of the silver dragon, their bloodlines are too weak to be called a dragonborn, or it is impossible for them to work for the god of conspiracy, Shirek, or the god of thieves, Musk, after all, the metal dragons are known to be the guardians of the good camp.

When old Aubrey set up the ballista, the councillors at Fort Bi Pie either thought he was crazy, or thought he was grandstanding, or was planning some kind of conspiracy, but to this day, they only hated old Aubrey for setting up less, huge, crossbow arrows that could pierce the dragon's scale armor, even if there were enough, could not last for several days and nights of attrition, and the ballista was already showing a weak state, and some of the crossbow arrows fell before they could touch the dragon.