"They're coming!"

The Warlocks of Austal stood up from the table and looked at one of their companions with displeasure - although many did not think that this weak fellow could compare to themselves, it was precisely because of his weakness that he was sent to oversee the work of the dwarves and gnomes, and the others took the opportunity to fish while Ostar went to look after the young dragons— They had very little entertainment, except for torture and slaughter, testing spells, brewing potions, or gambling, and the warlock who had come to call the police couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the dazzling array of gems and spellcasting materials on the table. If it weren't for the shouting of the guy at the head of them, maybe he would have forgotten about the looming threat.

"Who are they?" asked a warlock, flicking his fingers on the table, and put away his dimensional bag and several soul gems that did not belong to him in the first place, perhaps someone saw it, or maybe it didn't, but even if it did, given the position of the exile, no one would say anything, and even the owner would give up his property in pain at the suggestion of others. This act was like a signal, and in an instant, the table became empty again, and even the chess pieces used as gambling tools disappeared.

"A group of white robes. The warlock who had come to warn replied, curling his finger and casting a spell that came upon him trembling as if he had suddenly been immersed in the cold waters, or touched by an invisible hand, "How strange," the leader of the warlocks mused, "how did the nosy hypocrites find here?" Then he gestured, and the warlocks sped to where they should be, at his command, and they did not panic, even though their crimes might be judged the most severely.

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On both sides of the road, the statues of the dwarves have been removed for some reason, leaving only the hollows of the black holes, which reminds them of the mouths of old people, and after the teeth fall, their gums will reveal such ugly pits, and a priest walks to the base of the statue under the watchful guard, and examines the dust: "The statue may not have been removed for as long as we thought," he said. Then another priest next to him corrected, "No, it should be said, this place has been used for other purposes - something as big as a statue has once stayed here." Then there was a silence, what could be as big as the statues of the dwarves - the dwarves were only half or two-thirds the height of humans, but they always made the statues of the gods of the dwarves and the statues of the kings very tall, and although the ugly chicken had never seen it with her own eyes, she had also seen it in the records of the temple and the documents of the female officials—if a man wanted to build an incomparably large statue, the first thing that came to mind was the dwarves. When the silver dragon of Falun was still ruling half of the continent, the dwarves once dedicated a bronze statue to it, and the bronze statue took the human posture of the silver dragon as a template, standing on top of the silver waterfall, and crossed both ends of the waterfall with both feet, but after the silver dragon left and Falun was destroyed, someone knocked down and divided the bronze statue in order to obtain the copper inside, and this respectable creation ceased to exist.

So, according to dwarven tradition, the statue here should be thirty feet tall, and if the Black Iron Golem they were forced to build was also that tall, it wouldn't be good news.

At this time, a section of the corridor suddenly brightened, the wall of flames opened in front of everyone, and the red-robed warlock and a few black-robed mages stood at the other end of the wall of flames, like the master who had come to greet the guests, the warlock led by a tall manure with scales on his cheeks, and the dark red scales reflected gold and red light in the light of the flames, which meant that he was a powerful dragonborn warlock, and his pupils contracted slightly after seeing the number of people on the other side- There were more than he expected, and at least three priests and paladins of the gods were gathered here, whether it was Ilmote, Rosada, or Tyre, who probably didn't turn a blind eye or a deaf ear to what was happening here, and unlike before, they had a firm and clear goal and were fully prepared.

"I don't know when," said the leader of the Warlocks, "the followers of Ilmut, Rosada, and Tyre have also begun to become thieves. ”

"I guess it's the opposite. The ugly chicken calmly replied, "We are here to hunt down the shameless thieves." ”

"In fact, you are standing on our territory. ”

"This is the Iron Bone City of the Dwarves," Ugly Chicken made clear when he returned from the druids who had been scouting the place, "The shameless people who occupy the Magpie's Nest are standing here talking as their masters, are the Warlocks of Grenada not only inheriting the blood of the dragon, but also the scale skin of the dragon?"

"The dwarves have long since been banished from the city by the demons," replied the leader of the warlocks, without shame, "and we have cast out the demons for them, and re-established the city, and if we must say something, shouldn't they be deeply grateful to us?" he smiled wryly, "Perhaps it is because he is so grateful to us......" he muttered silently, "to work so hard for us......"

"You," the ugly chicken looked at him with the same indifference, she had seen so many shameless people, and the other party was only one of them, "or the dwarves, and the gnomes? you have plundered them, imprisoned them here, and used them as slaves to make golems—don't deny it, I don't think a warlock is so stupid, you know where we came from, the dragonborns of Grenada, the accomplices and subordinates of Ostar, we have been looking for you for a long time, though ...... We didn't expect your bottom line to be so low. ”

"I think they'll be grateful to me," said the warlock leader grimly, "didn't I bring them here? His smile widened suddenly, and in the shaking shadows, it looked like it had torn his thin face in half: "They are accompanied by cute little gnomes, ha, maybe we did work a miracle, the relationship between the dwarves and the gnomes is not very good, I know that some of you have even tried to mediate, unfortunately in vain, but look, we have mixed them together, like flesh and blood," he shook his head slightly: " You should probably give me a reward, like the cup of peace, huh, mmm, blah, blah, blah, ”

Ugly Chicken looked at him, and did not continue, but turned his head to the priests behind him, and they discussed briefly for a moment, "It seems that we made a mistake," said Ugly Chicken, "I hope you will still have a little shame, and it is better to expect the hyenas to show mercy," she moved her shoulders slightly, "Bastards," she cried out, "You should probably think that it is not just the poor dwarves and gnomes who will die here!"

This was a loud trumpet for the priest and the paladin, but before they could make a move, the warlock's leader raised a hand, and suddenly the mountain shook, and the whole road fell like a dumped pile of sand, and the warlock's enemies were buried in the rubble and dust, and the dwarves' gunpowder was indeed a good thing, the warlock's leader curled his lips, and then he raised his arms in the air, and began to chant a lengthy incantation, and the turquoise mist was strangely generated in front of him, constantly tumbling, and in the endless tumbling of the mist, the shape of a skeleton could be seenSome of the warlocks who had already recognized the spell retreated in horror, this was the Grenada's chief's expansion and alteration of a poisonous mist-type spell, of course, making it more dangerous and cruel - the mist slowly moved in front of the collapsed corridor, like countless tentacles sticking into the cracks - but before the warlocks could hear or "see" the scene that satisfied them, the sudden burst of stones and gravel that burst and jumped again had to make them lament— Accompanied by a loud white glow, it carried several strong, tall figures, rushing through the mire of the poisonous mist, appearing in front of the flames of the warlocks.

The Ugly Chicken took a single look at the increasingly frantic flames, and raised his axe, which was much larger than the mace of an ordinary priest, or rather, it was originally the trophy of the Ugly Chicken from an orc chieftain, and the light of Ilmut gave it extraordinary sharpness and tenacity, and its owner slashed the flames from above with a single swing, and her second slash cut in two a warlock who had stood by the wrong side of the leader— The unfortunate unfortunate ghost flickered with magic at least three times, indicating that he had prepared three protective spells or runes for himself, but they couldn't stop the axe's castration for even a moment, thanks to Ilmot's favor and the ugly chicken's firmness.

The Warlock fell to the ground with a wail, knowing that he would never escape, so he grabbed his ring, which contained a vicious spell that would have killed him with his enemies, but in the next moment, a paladin who followed him astonished his spell with a sharp throw.

The leader looked at the Ugly Chicken and let out a scream with a quivering lip, and the Ugly Chicken stared at him tightly and threw her short axe, but as soon as she saw how the axe passed through the red-robed body, she knew that her blow had missed.

With the disappearance of the leader, many others remained, except for a handful of mages and warlocks left behind to confront a group of angry priests and paladins, who might have wanted to give in, but neither Rosada, Tyre, nor the followers of Ilmort had given them that chance—they stormed the city of iron bones, and saw the halls of the dwarves that had fallen to the ground, as well as minecarts, anvils, tempering pools, and the parts needed to forge the golems, almost all of them staggered— If it was just a minecart, the overturning might have been explained as a rebellion when the dwarves were forced to be taken away, but what about the heavy anvils and quenching pools, a priest cast a magic spell to illuminate the space, and they immediately found footprints on the ground the size of an adult male's body, no, it should be said, there were many, and those twisted minecarts were trampled and damaged by the giant black iron golem.

A gray wolf in the form of a druid smelled on a bloodstain and immediately ran out, followed by the ugly chicken, and just as they saw a passage through the tunnel, a familiar shaking reappeared, and the gray wolf ran back with dust a moment later, and quickly returned to his human form: "The road is ruined." He said briefly. "Well, it doesn't matter," said Ugly Chicken, "someone will say goodbye to them." ”

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The leader of the warlocks pursed his lips.

And so did his enemies - the senior priest of Rosada had seen the dwarves and gnomes in need of their help and salvation, and they were tied together in strings like berries hanging from vines, several of them without even removing their shackles, and if anyone fell or resisted, the warlocks would immediately cast a deadly spell.

Outside these warlocks are no less than a hundred monstrous black iron golems, they look like shrunken mountains, magic is almost ineffective against golems, magic can only play a negligible role, and beneath them are dwarves and gnomes, who can trample to kill large numbers of slaves without even using weapons—while the priests and paladins hesitate, the warlocks have no qualms to order the golems to charge, and they pounce on the warlocks' enemies.

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Leona stood up, as did the other Tyre knights beside her, men and women, all of them with solemn faces, tall statures, helmets covered with chain mail or armor that shimmered with divine light, and their favorite weapons hanging from their waists, such as Leona, who held a flaming sword longer than a normal sword, which she carried on her back and followed her companions into the torrent of light.

The torrent of God's kingdom takes them to the main physical plane, where they once lived and loved.

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Baldwin saw her, even though Leona was no longer human, her face was shrouded in holy light, and her body was hidden under armor, but he knew at a glance that she was Leona, Norman's princess, his lover and wife.