readx;? The flame at the top of the whale wax candle jumped slightly, and the soul of the other world raised its head, in the room of the dragonborn, the main thing used for lighting was white fluorite, after all, he was a spellcaster, and when copying scrolls or experimenting spells, the color of white fluorite similar to the skylight was the least likely to cause errors, but he was waiting for the visitor from the fire elemental plane- Normally, the best place for such creatures to come and go is a dimensional pool connected to the elemental plane, but when it comes to fire elementals, neither the otherworldly soul nor the lich is too reluctant to let too many people know, so he just uses a whale candle depicting magic runes instead—anyway, they don't summon fire elemental creatures to fight, so it's okay to be small. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The flame of the candle flickered, casting intricate names in the room, and then the flame burst open, filling the room with a white, blinding light, but only for a moment, and between breaths, the burning light vanished, and the flame of the candle writhed, gradually evolving from rose red to a beautiful color of gold, and the slightly lighter tip rose up, like, or rather, a beautiful curly hair dancing in the air, and underneath it, there were small, elf-like pointed ears, and a delicate and beautiful face, which was the size of Cremar's little fingernail, but even the slender eyelashes could be seen clearly - the black-haired Dragonborn reached for her palm, and she jumped onto his, her feet were about the size of a grain of wheat, and the moment they landed on her skin, they became dull, like a pair of cute little boots.

She smiled happily at the souls of the other world, as elemental creatures, they were not so sensitive to good or evil, but their wisdom- Every elemental creature may be far more intelligent than a human, a giant, a dwarf, or even a dragon, because you will never know how long they have been in this plane, after all, it is difficult to say, a drop of water has died, a fire has died, or a wisp of soil has lost its life, and their disappearance is often just a change of form, if there is anyone who is the final winner of this plane, or the entire astral plane, there will probably be no one else but them.

Warlocks often summon and raise one or two elemental creatures, but they often rarely explore them, and their interiors, and a considerable number of red robes, summon elemental creatures only for battle or sacrifice, probably only the soul from another world will not hesitate to treat all things that can smile and cry as the same kind, and the emotions he pays are not reduced to useless jokes as the lich speculates, on the contrary, his devotion is rewarded, and it is extremely valuable, Even the former immortals feel a little jealous - there are all kinds of forms in the elemental plane that we can see in the main material plane, from house mice, to eagles, or fish, monkeys, insects, but if you see an elemental creature with a human form, and it has good intentions towards you...... But the increase in spell effects alone is enough to drive people crazy, not to mention anything else.

For example, an otherworldly soul (instead of Cremar) could have a humanoid fire elemental spirit deliver a message for him, without having to worry about anything else - the lich had no idea that an elemental creature could be so docile and loyal when it fell in love with a human. As long as there is a flame, she can come and go as often as she wants, and even if some people are aware of it, they will hardly be able to imprison a ray of flame, let alone the flame is as dangerous as a dragon, and most importantly, all her services are unpaid...... Oh no, wait, maybe it was needed, the lich crossed his arms in the sea of knowledge, and he could see the tiny flame approaching his body.

The otherworldly soul moved her palm to her cheek, and the pocket girl in the form of the fire elemental happily stretched out her arms and hugged the face of the black-haired dragonborn, kissing it passionately, her lips were hotter than her hands and feet, leaving a little red mark on the pale skin, and a slight pain that seemed to have been pricked by a needle.

"Have you seen him?" asked the Otherworldly Spirit, and while placing her palm on the marble surface of the desk, the satisfied Fire Elemental Maiden walked down, looked down at the parchment spread on the desk, the parchment was written for a human, she looked at it for a while, then looked up at the human she was in love with, and nodded.

The soul of the other world breathed a long sigh of relief, even if it was not disturbed by his fire elemental friends, he was not ready to look any further, this was the second duchy they had conquered, unfortunately this archduke obviously did not have the bravery and fortitude of Grand Duke Tiran, he rejected Cremar's terms, as they had assumed, not only was he unwilling to give up his life and that of his descendants, but he also used shameless lies and vicious orders to force his people to use flesh and blood to fortify the crumbling wall for him, even though he knew that this resistance would serve no purpose but to arouse the Grenadas' desire to kill, but he had his horses and scrolls ready- It is extremely disgusting that he abandoned his wife and son in an empty fortress, creating the illusion that he has not left the country, in fact, he escaped from the dark passage with his mistress and illegitimate child before the attack of the Dragon's Tooth Legion, and even more ridiculously, he actually took with him the countless treasures he had amassed, and the Otherworldly Spirit really wanted to follow the landlord's example and open his head to see how he could think that he could take a convoy and still be able to escape the eyes of the Eagle Head Sphinx and the spells of the Grenada spellcasters silently？

This despicable human deserves no sympathy at all, but it is innocent civilians who pay the price for his cowardice and greed, they are not soldiers, they are not knights, and in the face of thunderous spells and raining arrows, they either wait for death or run in despair, even if some of them do want to organize a strong resistance, but they are immediately recognized by the members of the Dragonthorn, and then become the target of the warlocks' concentrated attacks. The spells poured down by the efficient warlocks not only burned humanity to a black shadow or shattered into indecipherable pieces of flesh, but also struck at the relatively strong walls, where the flames burned, the lightning slashed, the acid corroded, and the stone bricks crumbled in large chunks in the panicked cries of the people, while the strong hind limbs of the dinosaurs of the Dragonclaw Knights could easily cross the collapsed walls with a slight leap, and the desires that could not be vented in the previous principality were indulged here, and blood and fire covered the entire capital。

At this time, the soul of the other world even had to thank the Grand Duke for his stupidity, because of his unpopularity, the knights and lords under his command were almost in a semi-independent state, and they had already decided the fate of themselves and their people before they saw the first sphinx. The serfs and peasants of the wilderness were driven into the forests, swamps, and other places where the Grenada would not have done much, and if the people of the city did not want to flee, they chose to open the gates and surrender at the first time, and in view of the poor purse of the knights of the Grenada Legion, they at least saved their lives like the Tirans, and as for their managers, they were either long gone, or they calmly welcomed the crow messengers of Kranvo.

The worst of the situation was only in the Grand Duke's capital, and the Lich did not know if the evil deeds of the Legion Knight would affect him - he was not the initiator of this war, nor did he plan it, he did not even intervene - fortunately, he was now the leader of the Legion, and the knights and spellcasters of Grenada would only think that it was just out of his indiscretion, unwilling to spend precious spells on some mortals, and perhaps some people would wonder, but so what? Until the new king and Gredy don't want to give up on him, even the red dragon may not be able to directly threaten his life.

The former undead did not know what the laws of the underworld were to say and think about—he was not punished, and at the appointed time, the spirits of the other world replaced him, and for the lich it was a heavy burden for him to be unworthy of care and concern. The parchment scrolls that lay out on the desk copied the number of his slaves, and the warlock in charge of compiling this information was very careful and careful, the slaves were not only divided into genders, but also by age, one for the elders over forty, one for children under ten years old, one for infants, and most specially, copied in crimson cinnabar ink, which was a list of pregnant women, and the warlock was full of joy to indicate the identities of these women, and also circled behind those of noble blood, and the souls of the other world certainly knew that it was very, each, he said, except for a very fewThe people of Grenada would regard these "goods" as the best sacrifice to Gredi.

"But I don't need to," the otherworldly soul crizzled bitterly in amusement, "I'm a single dog of unknown sex now. "Although it was about to cry, these pregnant women, as a precious sacrifice, could have received extra care, or they would have died before they reached the desert because they could not bear the toil of the trek.

He hesitated for a moment, but sat back down at his desk, he didn't want to see them, knowing that behind the numbers and names were a living person, but he had to check and sort them out, and arrange their "uses" all here, or the merchants might simply dispose of them, especially the old men.

The fire elemental girl returned to the whale wax candle, she leaned over to look at the young dragonborn, fluorite and candle illuminated his eyes, those eyes like an abyss flowing with a crystal and brilliant light, which belonged to the good ones, the light of compassion from the depths of the soul.

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The ugly rooster stood in a forest of white pines, the bark of which was covered with eye-like scars, as if countless people were silently watching the field.

The human woman walked forward twenty times, or forty times, or a hundred times, but like each time before, when she was too tired to walk anymore, she returned to the place she knew, where the branches she had used as signs had broken and the juice had solidified and shimmered with coldness.

She didn't know what it was, her husband was a soldier in Thundercastle, he had seen the elves, and he sincerely trusted and loved these noble races that were different from mortals, and he told the ugly chicken about these things, but he didn't know, and he couldn't tell the ugly chicken that there was a barrier beyond the elves' silver-crowned jungle that even orcs, giants, or spellcasters couldn't easily cross. The Mystery Lock, which was given to them by Angelis, the God of Life, was arranged by Singh Elves' King Ingwe and a large number of elven mages, and when the Mystery Lock was still open, not even a bird could invade it without permission, and now, when the Mystery Lock had fallen and the Silver Crown Forest had been closed, this place had become a whirlpool that could devour countless lives at any time.

Lucky for her, she was met with the most tender and amiable part of the Lock, she was only invisibly banished, but as the stubborn human stepped into the places she shouldn't have been again and again, the Locke seemed to be angry—where she didn't see, the thorns grew like a tidal wave, cutting her feet and legs, and blood flowed into the dirt, but the Ugly Chicken didn't realize it, her only thought now was to see the elf, to "speak" Everything, although she no longer has a tongue and can't write, she thinks she always has a way.

When she returned to her place again, she was greeted by a horned deer, but instead of helping her as the argali, it attacked her mercilessly, its body was so large and heavy that it spilled blood from the mouth, nose, and ears of the ugly chicken with a single impact, and when it realized that she still wanted to run to the dense forest instead of somewhere else, the horned deer let out an angry cry, and lowered its head, and the horns used for the name slammed the ugly chicken into the air like a sword welded together.

The sharp horns pierced the ribs of the ugly chicken, and she grabbed the antlers, and lifted herself up with all her might, and hung on the antlers—she knew that when the antlers were thrown out, the horned deer's hooves were followed by the hooves of the horned deer, which she had seen in her small village kill a mountain leopard, and the horned deer was not a third the size of the current one.

The horned deer became agitated and flailed its neck frequently, its strength was too great, and the ugly was bleeding too much, and she finally did not catch it, and fell heavily to the ground. (To be continued.) )