readx;?“ "Baby," the Grand Duke could feel the veins in his forehead jumping, and his wife had joked that his patience was only a little the size of a little fingernail, and half of that was given to his little daughter, "yes," he glanced, and it did not look like an ordinary rat from a barn or a field, its fur was shiny and very clean, and it had a small silver string around its neck, perhaps left by its former owner, perhaps the pets of the human dwarfs in the castle for fun. For these little things, which are only higher than the Grand Duke's knees, rabbits and hounds can be regarded as huge things, so if they want to have one or two animal companions, they will only choose those creatures that are small for ordinary people, such as larks, hamsters, and a human dwarf that the Grand Duke's father liked very much, and also raised toads...... But if his little daughter liked it, she could certainly keep it: "It's lovely indeed," he said gently, "Well, I've seen it," and the ruler of the little principality raised his hand wearily and stroked the child's ear: "Take it to your mother," believing that his wife would do something to keep their child safe, such as pulling out the hamster's teeth and claws, and perhaps bathing it with flower petals and essential oils. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's the first time I've seen a hamster like this. A voice, and a person suddenly appeared next to the Grand Duke, he was dressed in a red robe, he was a warlock, but he was the Grand Duke's uncle, as many royal and aristocratic families do, children with the talent of spellcasters will receive the assistance of a whole family and the state to help them go further and further under the light of the magic galaxy, on the contrary, the power of the world is almost no longer relevant to them, but most spellcasters will not care about this, magic, what is magic, magic can make them stronger, more beautiful, have a long life, profound knowledge and long-term visionNone of this is something that a mortal can exchange for money or power, and when the lives of some spellcasters are coming to an end, there are different choices from mortals waiting for them.

The eldest duke's youngest daughter looked at the warlock with a grin, she was not afraid of this man at all, although many people would subconsciously lower their voices and look away when they mentioned this elder, but to her, this was a very kind and peculiar old man, she had held a butterfly-shaped, flying honey in his hand, and had seen the little man he summoned to hold a jousting tournament on her bed, including the banquet after the game, "Do you want to see the charcoal balls too?" she said, apparently having already named the hamster.

"If you wish," said the warlock, "will you lend it to me for a while." ”

"Of course," said the eldest daughter, who, at the warlock's beckoning, placed the hamster in an armchair opposite the desk, the cushion of which was made of salmon-red flannel, and the little black furball was placed like a shadow cast by a round lamp, and the little girl stroked its fluff with her index finger before leaving: "You have to be good, charcoal ball." She said, "If you are obedient and don't bite or run around, I'll give you beans to eat." ”

The Warlock and the Grand Duke sent her out of the room with a gentle smile, and as soon as the door closed again, the Warlock raised his hands almost at the same time, and a spell was ready to be unleashed.

"Wait," said the hamster, or, by a name we all know, Asmodeos, the little devil, "wait, wait, impatient human!"

"A little devil. The warlock said indifferently, and the Grand Duke had already grasped one of his pendants and the hilt of his sword, and the rune seal that hung from his chest as a pendant would ensure that he was protected from the devil's spells.

"I have been commanded," said the little devil, who shuddered its body and its tail and wings violently from its back, "as a messenger." ”

"Whose messenger. ”

"Cremar, son of King Grenada. The little devil shouted in a shrill voice, "Dragonborn of pure blood, descendant of Gredi, the great and noble god of marriage and fertility." ”

The Grand Duke took a deep breath, he was not surprised, his small territory had been destroyed by the war brought by the Grenadas, if there was anything to be thankful for, it was that he was a man who never had anything to chance, he did not care only about his palaces and walls like other rulers, and in his reign of more than ten years, the roads he ordered to be sorted out and built were like cobwebs connecting every smallest village and town to the largest city, so that those poor people with only two legs could quickly escape from the place that was about to become a battlefield, instead of becoming worthless for the merits and beast food of the Grenada Legion。

And as the number of displaced people increased, he also knew that the Grenada did not want to drill the army or intimidate and extort money this time, every city and village was burned, they just wanted to see the complete and complete destruction of this principality, how ridiculous, they did not even want to rule it, just like those evil red dragons, they can only bring destruction and death.

He knew that soon, when he looked out from the top of the tower, he would see black chess pieces like a bottomless abyss, and if it was the son of King Grenada who led the army, as the little devil had said, then there would be a red dragon with a golden crown on that banner. But what he didn't expect was that the dragonborn would actually send a messenger, so to speak, a very appropriate little devil, what else did he want?

"May His Highness Cremar be well," the Grand Duke's tone sounded the exact opposite of what he meant in the words, "what did he do if he sent you?"

The little devil squeaked twice, sounding like a mockery—the Archduke of Tiran or Cremar, but it had not forgotten what it had to do: "Permit me," it said as hypocritically as the Archduke, "first of all to you, to the esteemed Grand Duke and his uncle," and it casually poked the tip of its tail at the cushion of the chair, as if it were poking the flesh of a human being: "Perhaps you have already guessed about it," it gestured to the scarred map, "You are about to lose your country." ”

This was indeed a fact, and the Grand Duke glanced down at the map, and the small nail painted red on his head represented the Grenadas, who left a nail in each place they stopped, and from above, one could see a clear direction of progress, towards his royal capital. And the night before, the last great city had fallen, and the royal capital of Tiran had become a lonely city. The Grand Duke was wary of the Grenada when they appeared in the pass that had once been controlled by a vile spellcaster and liar, and not only increased his defenses, but also sent letters of help to friends and in-laws, including his youngest daughter's future husband, but they were either attacked by the Grenadas or cowardly turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear - an invisible law that the Grenadians had wedged with blood and death more than a thousand years ago - Any country that dares to intervene in Grenada's wars with other countries will also be regarded as an enemy by Grenada, and it is only a matter of time before Grenada's enemies die.

He couldn't accuse them of standing idly by, and if it were him, he would do the same, he had his own people, his own country and his children.

"And what does His Highness Cremar want?" said Archduke Tiran, "does he want me to open the gates of the city myself and let his soldiers and knights slaughter my people in the streets and courtyards?"

"Ah," the little devil stretched out his paw and grasped the rope around his neck, "exactly—" and with a sarcastic smile of the Grand Duke, "but only half-heartedly. ”

"How?"

"If you will give the order to open the gates," said Asmodeos, "let your soldiers lay down their arms, and let your people ...... That's right, it's the humans who went out into the street and took a rope and put it around their necks......"

"Is he mad?" said the Grand Duke, "I know that you are going to destroy this city, this country, but how can you think that I will accede to such a ridiculous request?" My soldiers are not as strong as the sphinxes or dinosaurs, nor are they as strong as the knights of Grenada, not to mention that the casters I can have may not be even a third of yours, but I will not give up easily, my people also have the blood of the strong flowing in their bodies, more than a thousand years ago, we had the same ancestor as the Grenadas, we were not cowardly before, we will not be cowardly now, if there is a future, our children and grandchildren will still not write cowardice into their own dictionaries. ”

"If you're willing to do it......"

"If you want to say that I can sell my country, my people, and my dignity for a good price," interrupted the little devil, "then be spared," he said, "I am a Grand Duke, not a merchant." ”

"On the contrary," said the little devil, "my master means," and he flapped his wings triumphantly, "if you will command your people to give up resistance," Asmodeus spatted his tongue, "though my master's army will still occupy and burn this place, but all men, unless he perfunctory, resists, or lies, or is unfortunate enough to have an accident at this moment, not a soldier or knight will have innocent blood on the blade or spear tip." ”

The Grand Duke had to wait for a while to understand the meaning of the little devil's words, his expression immediately became confused, but his eyes were full of distrust, everyone knew that the three legions of Grenada, especially the Dragon's Fang Legion and the Dragon's Claw Legion, would often attack even in a state of stalemate for hundreds of years, and the territories and cities they attacked would only leave a white land that had been raging with flames. And in the process, the soldiers and knights were free to kill anyone at will, and no one would hold them accountable, no one would accuse them, and even their mounts would be able to feast to their heart's content—and if half of the people in a city could stay, they would be sure that the sight of the god of fortune must have hovered around them.

"What do you mean by the opposite?" said the warlock, who had been silent for so far.

"Well," the little devil squirmed, presumably shrugging his shoulders or something, "To put it simply, the people of the Grand Duke can live, but the Grand Duke, and his wife, and his children cannot. ”

"Is this still a preferential condition for exchange?" said the Grand Duke in disbelief.

"There is no doubt," said the little devil, "know the decree of the Lord of Grenada in the capital of Grenada—that what they need is destruction, Archduke, and as you have already perceived, we do not need slaves this time." You, and your wife, and your children, are dying, and your people are surviving as slaves, and that is the most favorable condition in this bargain, Archduke Tiran, we are not talking about the lives of one man, or two, not a hundred, or a thousand, but the lives of tens of thousands. ”

"Can they live long as slaves?"

"They may also choose to die at once," said the little devil bluntly, "perhaps you choose for them, for you and your wife and children cannot be pardoned anyway, it is too troublesome, and my master is able to do this because he is indeed merciful." ”

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The Lich knew what the Grand Guild of Tiran would do—and while the Grand Duke was not a good man, he was warlike by nature, and ruthless, if not cruel to his slaves and enemies, but he did love his people, and this was not a contradiction, just as he was a devil to the former, but a monarch to the latter whom he could trust and respect—as evidenced by the fact that his royal capital was still in good order with ten times the number of outcasts who were inhabited. He and the warlocks in the Dragon's Tooth Legion used spells to check the garrison in the city, and found that not only soldiers and knights, but also ordinary people were ready to resist desperately.

There were tens of thousands of enemies they were going to face, and they were only about a thousand, and although a thousand of them were elite, if they had to tear off the flesh from this massive body, and think about how much time they would have to spend here - Tiran was not the last region or country they had to conquer......

However, before the little devil Asmodeos returned, the succubus Ferek Hill, whom he had placed in the royal capital of Grenada, called him first, and in the flames that suddenly emitted the smell of sulfur, the succubus revealed her distinctive face.

"As you predicted," said Ferrekhill, "Kelce, the daughter of the red dragon, departed before a little grid—from your chamber. ”

"What about the damage?"

"It's better than we thought," Ferrek Hill said, "perhaps because of your pastor friend, the kittens lost a third, and the birds lost a little less." ”

"What about the dwarves and gnomes?"

"The gnomes need to rest and be silent for a while," the succubus smiled slightly, "and your dwarf was turned into a lamb and broke his foot as he jumped up the steps." ”

The lich closed his eyes and thought for a moment, he didn't simply dispose of these weak playthings in order to appease the other soul in his body, but he didn't want to leave them aside for nothing, even if the Mithril and the medicine weren't enough for him to care about - although he didn't like everything Grenada, he knew that there was a part of his nature that belonged to the Red Dragon, and that there should be no useless waste around him. There's no way he's going to bring these gadgets into the dragon's teeth, but he thinks he can still do a little test, and now that the results are out, I can't say good, but it's not bad, maybe they can really solve some small problems for him. (To be continued.) )