readx;? The Red Dragon Lady that Mitkot and the Dragonthorn Sentinel spoke of took off in the deepest darkness before dawn, her scales reflecting the light of the sky like flowing blood—the flames she spewed out instead of the morning light awakened the people on the walls. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The souls of the other world have studied the tactics of the Grenadas, because of the existence of the griffinx, their methods are wonderfully compatible with the other plane, to put it simply, as in modern warfare, the first thing that comes to the head of the enemy is a blow from the air, just like the last great battle that took place in the plane where the soul of the other world is located, the red dragon and the griffinx are the main force of the strike force, the flames of the red dragon and the spells of the warlocks are poured from the air to the ground like cannonballs, the ubiquitous fire, Smoke, lightning, and acid are more terrifying than the gunpowder and steel that people on the other plane have to deal with, and this kind of blow can destroy strong fortresses and walls in an instant, causing countless mortals to die in wailing, making the survivors lose the ability and confidence to resist, making them tremble with fear and unable to think, and at the same time, it can also force the hidden casters to reveal their tracks, and they will be the focus of the second blow.

The city they were trying to conquer was second only to the royal capital, without which the Grenadas could cast their shadow over the enemy king's capital in three days or less, with tens of thousands of soldiers and knights, as well as spellcasters, who were either not accepted by Grenada, or could not tolerate the chaos or evil of Grenada, or had to flee after breaking Grenada's laws, or were inextricably linked to the people of the country, so they had little room to retreat, and after the flames of the red dragon swept through the walls, they revealed like gems mixed in sand。

A mage chanted a mantra in a loud voice, he was a brave man, but this bravery meant nothing in front of a red dragon. The spell that glowed blue struck the red dragon, causing it to let out a scream, but it was more of an accident than pain. It landed on the ramparts with a thud, claws clutching the battlements, hard stone bricks dropping powder under its claws, its scaly neck twisting, its golden eyes glittering, and the erect black pupils reflecting the mage's figure. And the mage, not showing fear when the dragon landed on a place where he could barely reach for a kiss on his neck, began to make gestures, and a second spell took shape on the tip of his tongue.

The red dragon's wings flicked suddenly, the amplitude was small, but a hot wind suddenly drilled into the mage's mouth, his spell and voice were interrupted together, and his throat was mercilessly burned, he took two steps back and stubbornly pulled out a wand from behind him, but at this time the red dragon raised his claw and pressed him completely under the claw in just one moment, blood immediately overflowed from the mage's mouth, nose, ear holes, he still had an arm to use, he struggled, trying to break the wand in the gap in the battlements, but the red dragon's other front paw snatched the wand as lightly as a human finger, "A nice little gift. The red dragon said in lingua franca, its voice was so loud, like thunder, and its huge head hung down, the dragon's kiss was on the mage's face, it was taking a deep breath, the mage could clearly see the sac under the dragon's head bulging violently, he opened his eyes, knowing that he was about to face a burning and pain that he had never been able to feel, but what he didn't expect was that the flame that the red dragon spat out was simply as slender as a line, and its form was destined to be hundreds of times more terrifying than its previous kind, the line of fire fell on the mage's sideburns, where the stone bricks made a cracking sound, and then the mage's curls and skin began to burn and rollThe line of fire climbed on his cheeks like an active little snake, his muscles melted, his bones exploded, and he didn't even die, he opened his mouth, and the flames immediately fell between his teeth, and before the sharp pain was unbearable sour and bitter - the red dragon could see that he was crying, maybe he regretted it, or maybe it was just physiological, but either feeling made it happy.

The mage's death could not be said to be fast, but it could not be said to be slow either, the line of fire swept across his face, splitting his head in half from the longitudinal line of his lips, and almost no blood came out because of the heat, and the upper half of his head fell to the ground, and the red dragon let go of his body and looked at his work with satisfaction.

The walls were full of flames, except for the grease and giant trees that the people had prepared in advance to resist here, the only fuel left was the people, and the soldiers of the enemy country and the people who led them were ignited equally, the soldiers were less flamed because they lacked fat, and the nobles burned more vigorously - but the red dragon was not satisfied: "Let me see more fire!" it screeched and roared, and the casters behind the hargyphead and phinx bowed their heads humbly and gestured to indicate that they had heard its command.

The red dragon watched for a moment, and several fire elemental creatures summoned by the warlocks—falcons, rats, and small groups of unformed creatures—galloped towards the humans' shelter under the instructions of their masters— The edges of the walls were inhabited by people of high rank, and the craftsmen, merchants, and servants had only access to mud and wood, and had no water source, and the flaming falcons could fly into their plank-nailed windows, and the flaming rats could burrow into small holes and multiply their own kind in the low wooden beds and the hay on the wooden beds, and the unformed clumps looked even cute, and they began to burn wherever they landed— Some of the people in the low houses were suffocated by the smoke, some were burned alive, and some escaped, but the knights of the griffinx drew their short spears, and the short spears whistled down from the air, and none of their prey escaped, for they were almost always caught by the short spears while running, so each of them instinctively waved their hands and feet as they fell, as if they could break free from the snare of death.

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The red dragon glanced up at the sky, this time it was a rare sight on the peninsula, covered in thick light gray clouds, but the air here was still dry and hot because of the flames. It dragged its long tail along the ramparts, sniffing the air, paused as it was about to walk past an arrow tower, and then suddenly a mischievous look like a little girl appeared on the dragon's face...... Although this expression was difficult for humans to distinguish, there was silence in the tower, and there were dead humans hanging from the holes above the towers and in the holes where the arrows were shot, and it walked over, and as its tail was about to brush the bottom of the tower, it inserted the dragon's kiss into one of the archery holes with great speed and accuracy— The arrow hole was a little small for the lady's mouth, but the red dragon didn't mind, its sac bulged ominously, and then, in one breath, it blew flames into the tower, and every hole and void in the tower immediately erupted with red light, followed by brighter flames, and the humans howled in the flames, and the red dragon gasped in satisfaction.

It listened to the sound, felt the faint magic vibration in it, and as the flames lit up the edge of the stone bricks, it flicked its tail violently, and the towering arrow tower snapped at its waist, and the upper part fell into the city wall, destroying a wooden shed, but the people inside were either dead or had fled, but the red dragon didn't pay attention to this, it focused on the rest of the arrow tower— In front of a miraculously intact wall stood a warlock, his spell ensuring that the three feet around him were unharmed, but his expression was not as calm as the ground and walls, "I surrender," he cried out hoarsely, sweat flowing from his hair into his red robe, which was much dimmer compared to the flames and blood, "I will serve you, my sister is Sir's wife, and I know all their arrangements! I can ......"

"Sounds good," the red dragon said, lifting the tip of its tail and shaking off the viscous liquid from it, the warlock's body slumping off the wall, "but I don't need this," it looked at the city already ruled by the flames, "I just need to die." ”

The flames drove more and more people out, and those of power and wealth among them tried to pray, threaten and bribe, but as the red dragon had said, their enemies only needed to die, and when they found that they could not survive with what they had relied on, they began to rebel, and a merchant took out his hidden weapon, and all but the children took up swords, bows, and shields.

"I miss my servants now," said one of the Dragonclaw Knights, who had left this kind of thing to the Legion in previous battles, but this time they were left behind to keep the Legion moving quickly, "It's no fun to do it." ”

"Don't complain," his companion said in great interest, "I don't mind piercing through any body, as long as it screams and bleeds. ”

The knights of the dragonclaw lined up in front of the mortal mansion, the warlocks of Grenada made a gesture, the solid walls crumbled like sand, and the people inside let out a cry of exclamation, and they saw the dragonclaw knights whose faces and bodies were shrouded in black armor, and the dinosaurs beneath them, the dinosaurs leaped lightly over the soft sand, their claws scraping against the stone ground, making a screeching sound, and before the temporary leaders of these enemies could come up with a way to fight them, these hideous and strong beasts rushed into the crowd, their weight making the whole ground trembleOnly a small percentage of people were able to wield their swords under this deterrence, but the swords were pushed to the side with immense force by just a small useless sliding mark on the dinosaur's front breastplate, and their heads or parts of their bodies may have landed earlier than their weapons.

The dragonclaw knights' spears pierced one, two, or even three of the delicate human bodies, and their strength ensured that they could lift their spears to the dinosaur's mouth, while their mounts were content to enjoy the unexpected meal.

A woman hanging from a spear had only penetrated her side, she cried out in pain, her clothes and flesh were swept into her mouth along with the flesh and skin of the dinosaur, her naked body was as soft as butter in the gray skylight, and the knight who had grabbed her admired her chest and hips with great interest, but when his eyes fell on her abdomen, a long knife quickly cut off her head, ending her suffering.

The knight glanced disapprovingly at the nosy fellow, "Are you sympathizing with her?" he asked, the relationship between the Dragontooth and the Dragonclaw Legion was not very good, it was a well-known thing.

"It's too noisy. The dragon tooth knight said, and then stabbed to death one by one those who were not quite dead, the dinosaur's chewing sound became louder, literally in his ears, but this intimidation could not affect a dragon tooth knight, he straightened up, walked through the bloody monsters, walked to his eagle-headed sphinx, rolled over and jumped into his saddle: "Don't forget that there is something more important than torturing a mortal, we don't have much time, and we have a lot of tasks. ”

The Dragonclaw Knight made an unpleasant gesture.

As the eagle-headed sphinx soared into the air, the once-thriving city was about to be reduced to a pile of charred ruins, and he frowned unpleasantly, the red dragon should at least leave behind the slaves who could help it dig the gold and gems out of the gravel and wood—the soldiers might still resist, but the merchants and craftsmen would be very docile and obedient, and they would never resist unless they knew the tragic but inevitable end.

He remembered his companion in the other detachment, with the black-haired Dragonborn Cremar, who was clearly calmer than the Red Dragon.

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And the sober Highness was looking at a fortress, or in the words of the Grenada, a walled city, consisting of two opposing main towers and outbuildings, and since it was built by a mage, a group of half-assassins and half-thieves, it was not a simple task.

But for the Red Dragon, this is a matter of course, Cremar is not the Red Dragon's baby, on the contrary, he is also the enemy of its children. (To be continued.) )