The ships that had come to greet the Lord of the Side Islands arrived at the port of the Eastern Crown before the galaxy could fully cross the sky. The port was of a peculiar shape, and if you had to describe it, you could think of it as a wound left by a greedy and huge mouth—black rocks towering into the sky, like the inquisitors of the Temple of Tyre who had been wrapping themselves in dark armor all day long, and the sword was silent—this harbor was not a natural creature, but the hand of a gnome, like some of the Eastern Crown Lords who were unwilling to receive it, and who were guarded but had to allow them to enter the main island. The small harbor is surrounded by an arctic barrier formed by the rock, and above the rock is a wall-like stone battlement, which can accommodate hundreds of archers to shoot arrows or throw torches and stones at the same time.

Because the visitors were almost all spellcasters, in addition to archers, knights and soldiers, and mages' black robes occasionally flashed on this barrier - Cremar remembered that there were no less than three mages around the Eastern Crown Lord in addition to the red-robed warlocks, but according to Dada, there were four or five exiled mages living on the edge of the island, ready to do his bidding, but fortunately, the latter was far less powerful than the former - the strongest of the casters around the Eastern Crown Lord was the enchanting and plump female warlock," Our Father does think very highly of you. Dada said this, with a bitter and hateful smile, "She rarely leaves his side." ”

Since there are always wars and wars between the Dragonfire Islands, in order to prevent the enemy spellcaster from letting the owner of the island "rest in peace" after quelling the "dragon's stupidity", all mages and warlocks must sign a contract before setting foot on the inner island.

The initiator of the contract was different each time, but it made perfect sense to let the main caster cast the spell - after a dozen mages and warlocks had left their ships and gathered on a platform lavishly paved with alabaster and ebony, the female red-robed warlock raised a hand. "We need a strong and honorable witness," said the female sorcerer, whose voice was as bright and clear as the bowstring of a harp, "before I give an invitation." Those who do not wish to sign this deed can leave. ”

"The first thing you should do is unfold that scroll and let's review the contents. A warlock said maliciously, his forehead protruding deformously, as if two flesh-colored horns had grown, his eyes were a bright yellow that ordinary humans did not have, his skin was red, and no one else stood within ten feet of him, and although the casters were never used to getting too close to others, the emptiness around him also showed that he was not a good person to get along with. There was a smell of sulfur between his breaths.

- A shallow fool, the lich commented. He wished he had his demonic blood engraved on his face.

――Isn't that possible?

- Of course, the former undead said, but most warlocks hide their bloodline, because bloodline is also a weapon, and it would be foolish to put one's weaknesses and strengths in a place where everyone can see them.

The female warlock paused slightly, as if she didn't expect someone to show her hostility and contempt so bluntly. Then unfolded a malicious smile, "Of course." She said, "Any of you can look at it carefully before signing your name, and I'm not the kind of person who doesn't make sense." ”

The first caster to come up and examine the scroll was the warlock with demonic blood, his eyes lingering wickedly on the female colleague's chest for a moment before landing on the scroll that spread out on the slave's back, his eyes strangely turning from yellow to crimson and glowing faintly like charcoal. Not only did he watch, but he cast two spells, which fell onto the scroll and dissipated without a trace after a dim white light, and he waited for a moment. Not so reluctant to retreat to where they were, and then the others, the casters were unusually cautious before signing any scroll, casting spells, moving the scroll closer (almost touching their noses) or pulling it away dozens of feet away, and some mages turned the scroll upside down, diagonally, or shading it to see if the elaborate patterns would form some kind of text, but to their dismay, the scroll didn't seem to have any problems, and the content was so simple that it was hard to leave a trap in it, but they swore by the magic galaxy that they would never be against the owner of the island in the next three days and three nights.

"You want to choose the Witness?" asked one of the mages.

"A devil," said the female warlock, ignoring the casters' suddenly unsightly faces, "a high-ranking devil, a bone demon or a succubus, or even a demon refiner, it seems that the honorable lord will be willing to answer my call today." ”

"Nothing like this has ever happened before," said the mage, "do you think that a spellcaster will break an oath made by the magic galaxy? The devil is the most cunning and evil creature, and if he oversees it, he may find an excuse to kill or even devour one or two of us." ”

"It's a pretty lenient contract," said the female warlock, "unless someone breaks it, even if the Overseer is a high-ranking devil, he may not do you any harm." She swung her fingers slightly, and the scroll flew up from the slave's back and returned to her hand, and as soon as the contract left the slave's back, the slave, who was as strong as a bull, immediately fell, and the movement he produced as he fell was as light as smoke and dust, and quickly dried up, and the warlock with demonic blood snapped his fingers in disgust, and a flame rose from his finger and fell on the slave like an empty cloth bag, and the slave immediately burned violently.

"I told you you could leave at any time. The female warlock said, but no one left, they were all spellcasters who had been raised by the lords of the Dragonfire Islands with rich rewards, they had already eroded their will and bones, and they didn't want to leave the Dragonfire Islands that were the perfect place for them, and they couldn't disobey the orders of the lord, let alone be rejected by the lord because of their cowardice or incompetence - there were always people who wanted to replace them. A spellcaster who can contain volcanic eruptions and has experience will always gain more tolerance and favor.

Since no one had made any further objections or decided to leave, the rest of the work could go on - the richly dressed gnomes busily brought together pieces of gold fittings of different shapes, which looked like wooden pieces made of wedges, but each one was engraved with runes on its surface, but it took only a few breaths to make it exquisite. A cute little altar appeared in front of everyone, and a group of soldiers brought up the sacrifice, a slender female slave, who was not more than ten years old, with fair and delicate skin indicating that she was not the kind of "cow or horse" that was born in the sugar beet field - perhaps the daughter or granddaughter of the lord, and her flexible eyes showed that she had not been poisoned by the excessive poison of tobacco, and that she still retained her wisdom. At this point, it becomes a kind of sorrow, and if they don't know what they're going to face, maybe they don't have to suffer this kind of pain like pinching their hearts in their hands.

The gnomes laughed at them quietly, their little hands jumping up and down in a wonderful way, and behind the altar was a circular circle, each of which was pre-pressed on a gold plate, inlaid with gems as dense as stars, mostly rubies and obsidian. The female warlock had waited impatiently, after the gnome slammed hard into the last accessory. She walked over and kicked him aside, and his companion smiled as he rolled to Cremar with a grunt, not the slightest hint of help.

The black-haired spellcaster stepped back in disgust, as if he didn't want the gnome to stain his robes, when in fact he was just trying to hide his gestures - it was a terrible feeling to watch an innocent die and not be able to move. He was only glad that Kerry hadn't come with him this time.

The young sacrifice was brought to the altar without making a sound, and the female sorcerer cut open her veins, leaned her arm to the left, and then pulled out her kidney from behind her, placing the bloody and precious object in a groove in the altar. The girl's blood flowed down the groove and into the circle, filled with deep concave lines - the girl gasped, she was not dead, her sad dark blue eyes staring at those who surrounded her, she still longed to live - as Cremar took a dangerous step forward, she let out a last muffled wail, closed her eyes, and died in despair.

The black-haired spellcaster pursed his lips, and one of the mages beside him glanced at him, "It's a bit of a tyrannical thing, isn't it?" he whispered, he was a handsome young man, and perhaps because of this, he was interested in talking to Cremar, who looked about his age, "I have a few rabbits about the same size here, I'll treat them well." ”

While he was eating and laughing to himself, the spirit of the other world just wanted to punch him and slap his face into a braised rabbit head.

The ritual had reached the final step, the female warlock threw a piece of sulfur, and as soon as the sulfur fell to the center of the circle, it burst into flames, and when the black smoke that was completely inconsistent with its size rose and gradually condensed into a human form, all the people, including the female warlock, took a step back, and the candles and torches lit around the circle were extinguished, but then they burned again, but unlike the previous crimson and golden flames, this time the flame was cyan and white, and every face it illuminated seemed to have been robbed of the blood of the living。

The expression on the face of one of the most trusted spellcasters of the Eastern Crown Lord was indescribable, she first showed a look of disbelief, then bewilderment, and then in an instant it turned into complete ecstasy, she staggered forward two steps in intoxication, and fell to her knees suddenly, prostrate like a slave of the Dragonfire Islands, "The bottomless abyss is below!" she cried out in a hoarse voice, "Is it you? my most powerful and venerable lord?

"Yes. A voice replied from the black smoke, and several mages subconsciously raised their hands to cover their ears, but the sound was as sharp and terrifying as if it had pierced directly into their brains, like a thousand rusty saws sawing at their eardrums and skulls, two of them even showed uncontrollable pain, and even the summoner's ears and nostrils were bleeding, after all, she was the closest to the circle, but she seemed unashamed, as if pain was also a rare glory.

The figure in the black smoke gradually became clear, and what they saw was a devil with a body three times the size of an ordinary person, if you did not look at the size, he could be said to be unusually handsome, his skin was black, deeper and darker than the night, his head had spiraling sharp horns that extended to the sides, his eyes were seductive emerald like the most venomous snakes, his black hair was stuck in a crown of white bones, and he was wearing a luxurious dark blue robe, the surface of which was embroidered or depicted with howling souls, which dissipated on the robe like smoke. Condensed or swam, his six fingers were sharp, as were his six toes, and perhaps because of this, he was not wearing boots.

He looked down at them with a slight smile, "But I don't remember my most loyal servant here," he said, glancing mockingly at the female warlock, "and I don't want to ...... with that one Fight for such a worthless thing. An obsidian throne took shape behind him, and he sat down, "I just remembered that I hadn't been to the main plane in a while," so the bone demon was so unlucky, he answered the warlock's call, but at the "door" Kicked away by his lord, the High Devil shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly, raised his hand and swept the sharp horns with the long whip, which was twisted from the hair and tongue of the banshee, they always hissed, and loved and skilled at tearing at all living creatures, but in the hands of this High Devil, they were only busy licking the sulfur from the pair of crooked horns: "Now tell me your wish, warlock with dragon blood, let me see if it will be interesting, right." He added, "I want it to be fun enough, but that's okay, if it's really boring, I'll make it interesting too." (To be continued.) )