The half-dragon didn't answer, he raised his finger, and a huge stone fell from the sky, Gülen jerked out of the way, the rubble cracked around him, hurting his face, but that didn't stop him from jumping up with agility, taking two steps back and turning behind a hanging stalactite.

Kerriben pulled the last arrow from a large bat, he put it on the bowstring, and shot it at the blind snake that was fighting with Berdwin, this snake has no eyes, it has lived underground for a long time, its eyes have long since degenerated, both places are covered with smooth scales, its body is white, it looks like a slender ghost under the light of strangely colored torches, Kerryben's arrow pierces its wide open mouth accurately, it turns uncontrollably to the ground in severe pain, and in a mess of flicks, Kerryben's arrow breaks, but Baldwin's double-edged axe has taken the opportunity to cut off its head-- The head the size of a bull's head rolled on the ground, clenching tightly when it touched the legless turtle that was still breathing, and the sharp fangs slid over the hard carapace, and when it found a soft crevice, it was like a three-edged sword piercing steel armor, and everyone could hear the tooth-making sound of the tooth-aching sound of the blind snake's venom boiling in the turtle's body, and the turtle struggled in vain, and it spewed more venom, and the venom melted half of the python's head into foul-smelling black water.

The body of the blind snake below the head was slumped on the ground, trembling slightly, blood flowing from inside, and gray-white bats crawled among them, greedily absorbing the remnants of life inside- Baldwin took Memie's arm, she was too close to it, the former paladin picked up a stone and threw it at it, it was motionless, seemingly having lost the power of possible resistance, but when the thief threw out a discarded cloak, it jumped to its feet, wrapping itself around the thin garment like a survivor hugging his lover who thought he was dead, and several bats could not escape. Wrapped in them and strangled together, the flesh they had just swallowed was squeezed out of their bodies along with their own.

In an instant, Gülen stepped out from behind another stalactite, and no one could see how the thief moved in the shadows, his adamantite dagger covered with white slurry, and a ground worm that had just protruded its tentacles from the crack was crucified in place.

The Elven Ranger turned his gaze to the half-dragon and the mage, and Cremar was probably right, after the circle was destroyed, there were no new bugs, and now they had to deal with only poisonous moths and bats. Perhaps because of this, the half-dragon didn't care about the others, his magic and martial arts were directed at the black-haired spellcaster, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill the mage - a thin sword taken from the void swept across the caster's forehead, nearly taking one of his eyes.

The half-dragon placed the tip of the sword in front of him and licked the blood on it with his tongue repeatedly, "What a supreme delicacy!" he said with some obsession, "I have never tasted such good blood in the main physical plane - pure, vigorous, with great power - if not ...... I have to doubt that you are my kind. What kind of dragon is your father or mother, a mage of dragon blood, have you ever seen them?" he asked cautiously, the dragons had never cared much about their mixed children, but they occasionally cared a little for the better of them. Near the dragon's lair are often the mage towers of the red-robed sorcerers, or even the camps or fortresses they have built, from which they are the descendants of the dragon and receive shelter and guidance. At the same time, it also plays the role of a guard and plunders wealth.

They often have runes set up by dragons, and killing them and eating them can get you some undeserved trouble.

"But you're a mage. "Why don't you stay with your great blood kin?" and he half-truthfully said, "You look so young...... Perhaps our struggle is pointless, if we are all really the offspring of powerful beings. He looked at the mage's scroll belt. It was empty, and there wasn't much left of the potion belt, but it looked like a dimensional pouch with a mage tower attached to it—he suspected that the mage didn't use them hesitantly or stingily because there was a curious dragon father or dragon mother behind him to support him- The half-breed mongrels almost thought they had been sent by some dragon, but he quickly denied the idea, because he saw an elf, a real elf, not a half-elf or an illusion, and no one would work for an evil dragon in any case.

Perhaps the elf had been deceived, and the half-dragon pointed at Kerryben viciously, "Let's talk properly." He said falsely, "I'm right, I'm hurt, a little bit, but it's causing me some trouble—how about handing that elf to me? His flesh and soul are more than enough to make up for what I'm missing." Don't tell me, kid, you're here for those ignorant monkeys. Without waiting for the mage's answer and response, he didn't get angry: "Or maybe you've already ......" he pretended to remind, "Lost the ability to catch him?"

Immediately after, he vanished.

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Perrante calmly looked at the half-elf in front of her, she had lost all the virtues of the elves, or more precisely, in her, even the virtues of humans were hard to find, she had been reduced to a coward willing to make a deal with the devil in the human race, a blind person who disguised the future with compromises and illusions.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Perrante asked sternly.

If she had said to herself earlier, she would have backed down because of the reproach and disappointment contained in this sentence, and perhaps now, but she had no way back, like the tricks that thieves play when they are bored. They made the women who had angered them take off their shoes and stand face to face, beating each other, their heels against knives, their ankles and heels would be cut bloody as soon as they retreated, and their children stood on their shoulders with nooses around their necks, and if they fell their children would be hanged alive - and she was now stepping on the knives, and the nooses were put on not only her children but the entire people of the White Tower.

"I know exactly what I'm talking about. ”

"There is no faith in thieves," said Perlante, forcibly suppressing the surging anger: "Even if they were to swear by their gods, they would not hesitate to betray their promises when they had a stake in them, for their gods were cunning liars." ”

"I didn't believe them," Anrui said, "I just needed time." ”

"Ten years," said Perlante, "you have given them the same time, do you know how much abundant nourishment a prosperous white tower will provide them? Their roots and tentacles will extend to every corner. ”

"I'll cut them off and burn them. ”

"Now you can't even be superficially equal. Perrante said softly: "I don't think that will change in 10 years. ”

"The White Tower and the Partridge Hills already have a male heir, and in ten years he will succeed me, and then I will die," said Anrui, "and every contract I have signed will be a piece of waste paper, and every word I have ever said will be in vain, and he will have his army, thousands of knights loyal to him, and the white robes of Mage Antonio and Rosada, who will uproot the thieves from their guilds." Leave no trace behind. She said confidently.

"I don't think thieves can be that stupid. Perrante said

"They are short-sighted," Anrui insisted, "and they value gold above all else. ”

Perrante sighed and turned away, "How can you be sure that those humans will be loyal to a baby?"

"He's a boy," Anrui said, "and they don't recognize me because I'm a girl, and if I'm a man, then either Demont or ...... Adair won't have much of a chance. She spat out the name maliciously, and saw Perrante pause as she poured light wine into her glass.

"Adel is a good boy. Perrante said.

"Yes," said Anrui sarcastically, "have you chosen him—if it were Adel standing here today, would you agree to all of his demands without thinking?"

"I wouldn't agree even if your father were standing here," Perrante said, "The assets of Grey Ridge and the Silver Canopy Forest would never be used to feed an evil organization. I, not every member of Grey Ridge, nor our king will allow it. ”

Unexpectedly, Anrui stood up and did not lash out as Perrante thought: "Liar. She said sweetly, "You can always find a reason, just as if Adel had killed his brother, you would still have found enough evidence for him to try to exonerate him - you would have promised him." ”

She unbuttoned her chest and pulled out a crystal-encrusted Mithril charm. On the reverse side of the ornament is a silver crest, "Do you remember? Perrante, you promised my mother." At her sickbed, in the presence of the priest of Cranvo, the god of death, you promised her that you would protect me, that you would help me......"

"I will guide you," Perrante continued, and when he saw the accessory, it was as if he had seen his beloved friend again, and the pain had bitten him in the heart like a poisonous snake, "but you never accepted us. ”

"Your request," Anrui said-for-tat, "you ask me to give up my birthright and give to another man what I inherited from my father." ”

"It's you who want to be able to stay in Grey Ridge!" Perrante said puzzled, "It's you who complain about not being able to rule over others as a human!"

"That's a last resort!" Anrui shouted, "I don't want to do that, it's you, it's you who forced me - you can help me, as long as I have your support, I can do without Demon, and I can control the whole White Tower! But you didn't, you chose Adair, you! Do you know how sad I was when I got the news?! You were like those humans, you gave up on me without a moment's hesitation!"

"That's true," said Perrante sadly, "Anrui, you are not fit to be an archon, or a lord. ”

"Because I'm a girl?"

A stupid man, Perrante said in his heart, but he knew he couldn't say it.

"I don't want to dwell on this anymore," said the fool, "I just want to know if you are willing to make your promise?"

"What if I say no?" Perrante pushed the overflowing glass of light wine towards the center of the table, neither he nor Anrui would want to drink anything anyway, nothing could quench the anger in their breasts—to his surprise, Anrui clutched the pendant and lowered her noble knee, "Uncle Perrante," she looked at him, her pale blue eyes, which had not changed much since infancy, filled with elfish indescribable firmness: " This is the last time, I need help, the humans of the White Tower need help, I don't want much, you will still get what you want - I will restrain the thieves, the elves will still be able to use the White Tower as a starting point, everything will be the same as before, only ten years - it will be fine for you, otherwise," she said innocently and cruelly, "before your new city is built, are you really going to cut off contact with the outside world and put yourself in a dangerous, ignorant situation?" Dear Uncle Perrante, how close are the thieves to you—do you really want to see them cut off another Ilda's head again?"

She could feel Perrante's whole body stiffen, as if a ruthless petrification spell had descended upon the grim elf.

She smiled, "You won't, will you, Perrante?"

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"You don't have any spells. The half-dragon judged, and a leather-tearing sound rang out behind him, and the membranous wings stained with slime and blood stretched out to the left and right, and he flew into the air, looking down at the crowd.

He had vanished before, and when he reappeared, his rapier pierced the ribs of the former paladin, narrowly crushing his lungs, and Memmy almost prayed for a healing spell instead—but fortunately not, otherwise the useless spell would have made the thief chew her alive, and the thief threw a rune disk, which Kremar had given him before, and the rune disk left a charred wound on the half-dragon's body.

The half-dragon roared heartbreakingly, more out of pride from being hurt by a mortal, and he briefly jumped some distance to appear at the top of the cavern. (To be continued......)