If someone were to look down at this time, he would get an interesting picture of the Frost Giants standing in three pinches. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info part of Jushan's side, part of his eldest son's side, part of the priest's side, and a small black dot in the middle is the red-robed warlock Ostal.

"Sniff where they are. Jushan said. So all the frost giants and the winter wolves around them stuck out their noses, the winter wolves had an extremely keen sense of smell, and could smell a wounded lemming from a distance of thousands of meters, the frost giants had nostrils as large as a disc, but all they could find after taking deep breaths again and again was cold air: "Nothing," said the eldest son of the giant mountain, "nothing." ”

"They did end up here. "The other frost giant said that he was one of the young frost giants who had fallen from the eldest son of the mountain, and he saw a human in front of him and below him.

"They must have used magic or drugs. Ostahl said, "But I don't think it really matters, we're already in the Vault." ”

"That city. The mountain said, "Yes, I see it." ”

The frost giants also saw that a huge city stood on a steep ice peak, and at the highest point was a majestic palace.

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"The Dragon's Palace. Said the lich.

"I thought the dragons' lairs were in caves. "Will they also live in the same room as humans?"

"Living in a cavern is comfortable for dragons," said the former undead, "and the so-called structures of humans are too small for dragons - but while they are still rulers of the entire plane......

"Ruler?"

"Thousands of years before the Holocaust," the Elven Ranger explained, "it is true that there was a time when humans and some other races were ruled by dragons. ”

"I've never heard of it. Leona looked at the building in amazement: "I thought Grenada was a special case. ”

"It can only be said that the red dragon has picked up the dregs that belonged to its ancestors again. "At a time when faith had nothing to do with the power of the gods, the gods didn't care much about how humans or weak races struggled to survive - especially at that time, when humans sometimes didn't even have a chance to give in and compromise in the face of dragons. The sky, the mountains, the swamps, everywhere you look, there are dragons, and humans are their tools, food, and entertainment - of course, if you encounter a silver dragon or a brass dragon, you will only be mischievoked or forced to stay and listen to a chatter, but if you encounter a black dragon, there will be a ...... The red dragon, it can kill you even if it's not hungry or bored, or worse. So when the dragons are willing to become the ruler of a country, humans can even be said to rejoice. ”

"Rejoice?" Leona couldn't help but ask, "Do they think that the laws of humanity can curb the dragon's appetite or cruel nature?"

"How is that possible?" the former undead glanced at her, "but henceforth, the proportion of those with surnames and titles, the powerful and the armies, and those with gold and precious stones will far outnumber those of the lowly and the poor, and not the terrible calamities that will befall everyone at any time and place, as in the past—is it not a thing to be celebrated that the former can even borrow the power of dragons to invade and plunder the regions of other countries?"

"But will the good dragon do the same?" asked Berdwin.

"The good dragons have no interest in ruling over humanity," said the lich, "but when humans are harassed and attacked as dragons' minions, they also need other powers to keep themselves and the good ones safe." As he spoke, he stood up, and the fire elemental attendant brought back one of his last companions, who had watched Glenn fall, but a strange wind swept him away and took him to a place that the black-haired spellcaster could not see.

After they gathered, they began to march towards the city of dragons, perhaps the silver dragon that had left a legacy here was indeed a king, and it hid its lair in the former royal capital, perhaps as a memorial or a joke, after all, the silver dragon was the best at magic of all dragons. In order to reduce the time on the road, the gnomes were put on the back by Berdwin, fortunately the gnomes were not so heavy, and they had no extra luggage to carry, the road to the city was not rough, on the contrary, it was very smooth, but when it was used as rock or dirt, flat was an advantage, but when it was dominated by ice, it was simply another hellish level that would make people throw a gamepad.

The caster thought for a moment and cast a spell on each of his companion's boots, and McGee was no exception, a spell that caused tiny teeth and claws to stick out from the bottom of the boots, allowing them to grasp the slippery ice steadily.

The road was zigzag enough to allow two horses to walk side by side with their knights, but to McGee's horror, there was no shelter on either side, not even a gentle slope or a female wall, no bushes or vines, and the ice wall was as steep as a book erected.

They walked slowly forward, climbing higher and higher, and at last even Berdwin stopped looking down, they were probably a thousand feet in the air, and the only recourse under their feet was the smooth ice, though it was nine feet wide—and everyone sighed involuntarily when they could finally see the outer walls, which seemed a little low compared to the real walls, but were essentially flush with the walls of a human city.

The black-haired spellcaster was the last to go, making a small gesture after reaching the temporary end, but he had already put his hands in his sleeves before Kerry could turn around.

"There are guards in this city. Gülen said with a strange look on his face.

Yes, in front of the glittering gate, there were four guards, holding spears that were also made of frozen ice.

"We don't have the paperwork here. Berdwin whispered, "Can a mage forge one?"

"If I knew the format and content of the instrument. The lich scoffed, "And we don't even know the name of the owner now." ”

"So should we pray that this is the only guard?" Leona said, her hand reaching into the dimensional pouch and gripping her adamantite hammer, which she could almost imagine flying out of her hammer and shattering the guards, sending transparent snow shards flying around.

"Let me try. The thief said suddenly, remembering the goblins he had met outside the city, and the precious gems he had obtained from them—he had spent most of his life in the Sharp Jaws Harbor, which was infested with evil people, but he had also heard more than once that in some depraved and disorderly cities, where the guards could be bought with gold and gems, he grabbed two gems from his bag and spread them out in the palm of his hand.

By the time the thieves approached the four guards, they had raised their spears, their faces intimidating, expressionless, but Gülen stood out of the range of the spears and simply held out his hand.

It's hard to say what effect the sparkling gem had, but the guards did withdraw their spears, and Gülen walked to the gate, the heavy hanging door hanging silently, and he glanced at his companions, plucked his bag and threw it to the caster.

The lich moved his fingers, and the bag flew towards him as if it had been grasped by an invisible hand, and he opened the bag and distributed the gems inside to the others, Leona tried her own gems, only to find that she would still be rejected by the guards.

"Where did these gems come from?" asked Kerryburn.

"Goblins outside the city," said the thief, "perhaps this is the common document here." "He has understood that this is not a bribe, because the guards did not take their gems, the gems are just keys. A wicked smile appeared on his face, "The gods are above," he said as he walked through the long, dark corridors of the double walls, "and without a hint, I can't imagine what it would be like for us to go all over again, capture the goblins, and walk up with the gems." ”

"Who else but us?" said Leona, "but we are very lucky." ”

What they didn't know was that there were some not-so-lucky ones on their heels.

The Frost Giants weren't very afraid of the icey paths, only the Giant Mountain wore boots, which he had now taken off, the soles of the Frost Giant's feet were like snow bears with thick fat and dense hair, and the Winter Wolves had sharp claws and cushions that allowed them to walk effortlessly on the ice that looked like they had been greasy spelled, but the ice path was a little narrow for them to be a little unreliable when carrying so many Frost Giants, and the Giant Mountain quickly noticed this, and he roared loudly to keep the giants away。 Ostar felt that he had to admit that the mountain was indeed a good leader, though the other giants did not necessarily think so - the mountain and the priests clashed over who was the first to walk on the ice path, and in fact, every giant wanted to be the first, and the first always got the best and the most in the fight for food and gold, which was the most obvious realization in their pitiful little heads.

In the end, of course, it was the mountain that won, he was the first to walk on the ice, then the priest, the third was his eldest son, the older giant was second, and the young giant was in the end, they kept complaining that it was not fair, and if in the camp of the frost giants, the best way to respond to such protests was to fight each other, but now it was clear that there was no time or space, and no one noticed that a greater crisis was brewing rapidly.

The mountain hung his boots around his neck, and as he walked cautiously, he also checked the footprints left by the enemies, who were few in number, and were nothing compared to the frost giants, but among them there was a spellcaster, but among them there was also a priest, a warlock- Jushan hesitated, he didn't know if he should put Ostaal in his power calculations, and although he was a rare, thinking frost giant (and occasionally Jushan would be complacent about it), he didn't trust Ostahl, and his experience and self-consciousness told him not to.

But perhaps it was precisely because he was a frost giant who was good at thinking that he saw the future crisis but failed to find what was under his feet, and when the giant mountain found that the ice under his feet was collapsing, it was already too late, he shouted, waved his hands and feet, and in the last moment he narrowly grasped the shattered ice road, the ice path collapsed from where the giant mountain was, and the remaining parts were like sharp swords, they pierced the palm of the giant mountain, and the blood flowed out of the wound, and in the blink of an eye, it froze. The mountain had been proud of his massive size countless times, but now he wished he had been as small as possible, because the ice spikes could not bear his weight, and they creaked.

The mountain cried, from the priest, to his firstborn, and then to the frost giants who were loyal to him, and he saw his winter wolf leap to his side with a slight leap, hanging his head and sticking out his pointed mouth, as if looking for a way to bite him and pull him up, and then the frost giant, who was most loyal to him, and he fell to his knees awkwardly, the ice crumbling by his weight, but he had stretched out his hands to the mountain, and the mountain shouted and ordered him to crawl down- This way, the giant mountain can grab his body and climb up, and reduce the risk of breaking the ice, while pulling his palm from the ice spike, fortunately the giant people are not so sensitive to pain.

But what he didn't see was that his eldest son's hands were in his bag, and from it he took out a stone the size of a giant's head, and lifted it up, and threw it in the direction of his father, and the stone accurately hit the head of the frost giant, who was loyal to his father, and smashed it to pieces, and the hot blood and white slurry sprayed on the mountain's head, and the mountain roared in rage, and he had already grabbed the dead frost giant's arm, and his toes were on the ice wall, and with a little more force, he could climb the ice path.

But his eldest son didn't give him a chance, he could be said to have calmly snatched a stone from the bag of another frost giant, this time the stone hit the shoulder of the giant mountain, and he fell, only one hand still stubbornly grasped the neck of the dead frost giant, at this time the priest's lips suddenly moved, and a black poisonous insect flew out of his eyes and landed on the hand of the giant mountain.

The winter wolf of the mountain moved, it could kill the poisonous insect with its own cold spit, but it saw the eldest son of the mountain, and no frost giant was taller than him except for the mountain, so it let out a low wail, clamped its tail, and stepped away, so that the eldest son of the mountain could clearly watch his father fall from the ice wall.

"Will he die?" said the eldest son of the mountain.

"It probably would. The priest said, "Let my vulture go and take out his eyes and heart, so that it can be confirmed." (To be continued.) )