The frost giants were almost insane, pounding on the gates, cursing incessantly, and the eldest son of the mountain bent down and put a finger on Ostal in a threatening manner, "Open the door for us, Warlock." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" he said unceremoniously. On the other hand, they had already made up their minds that once they found the gold, they would stone or ice the warlock to death. But before he could say more, a force struck him in the abdomen, and the pain swept through his body, as if he had been bitten through the stomach by a winter wolf when he was very young—and the frost giant roared in horror and stepped back.

Ostal didn't think that the priest who was better at dancing than he could do anything to cast magic could do him, and what he had done to the eldest son of the mountain had calmed the Frost Giants' fiery minds a little because of the wealth that seemed to be within reach, and they retreated to either side of the gate, leaving a large space for the red-robed warlock, who walked twenty feet from the gate, grabbed some powder from the robe, and began to chant the incantation. The Frost Giants stared at him curiously, the powder in his hand radiating heat and a bright color like a burning charcoal, they didn't know it was the powder of the red dragon scales, but that didn't stop them from surrendering to the warlock's power later— Ostar shook his shoulders, the powder burning his hands, seeping into his skin and stinging, and they flowed down the blood to his heart, where they congealed into fiery crystals, the warlock's lungs bulged violently, his throat twitched and burned as if he had swallowed the saliva of a venomous snake, but he insisted on pronouncing the last syllable accurately.

The Warlock was silent for about a heartbeat, and as the Frost Giants thought his spell had failed and were about to curl their lips for it, Ostar's lips opened, and flames erupted from his throat against the cold, hard door. Ordinary mages can only produce dark red flames when casting this spell, and can only last for about a hundred counts, while warlocks with dragon blood can produce golden and even white flames, which can melt even steel and ice, and Ostar's spout lasts for a full hundred and fifty numbers.

The Frost Giants wailed as the winter wolves wailed, and their owners raised their arms to shield their eyes from the heat and light of the flames, the priest was the first to retreat, he had the most fur and the richest fur compared to the other Frost Giants, and he wore a crown of silk and feathers on his head, he didn't know what it meant to be psychological, but he could feel that his original intention was shrunk as quickly as the prettiest of long tail feathers.

After the Warlock's spell was over, there was still a trace of warmth in the air that made the frost giants unusually uncomfortable, but to their delight, the transparent and solid door had melted into a large hole, and the water flowed down from all sides of the hole, and was frozen in the extreme cold, like a long carpet with tassels spread out in front of the door. A frost giant cautiously walked up, grasping the smooth edge with his two hands, poking out a head, then shoulders, legs, and arms, grinning when he found himself standing in the hall. After discovering that the first companion was neither dead nor injured, the remaining frost giants also scrambled to climb in, and the two frost giants blocked the hole that was a little small for them, and neither of them would let anyone. The eldest son of the mountain strode up, grabbed the two fat necks, and pulled the two frost giants, who had apparently forgotten their rank, and threw them to the ground, and then one of them gave a fist, and this was because the priest shouted loudly, after all, they had lost several frost giants and ogres when they landed on this island, and when they entered the royal capital, the ogres were sent to entangle the golem guards who could stand up and wield spears again and again even if they were broken, and they had also lost a winter wolf before- No one knows when the gnomes mixed poison into their flesh.

They can't afford the extra losses, and don't forget, they have another enemy to deal with besides humans and elves.

The eldest son of the giant mountain climbed into the mouth of the cave in a daze, and this time no one dared to fight for me. After standing up straight, the first thing the new master of the tribe did was to beat the frost giant who dared to enter the temple before him, but did not break his hands and feet, nor gouged out his eyes, which could be left for later.

The thieves had fled, leaving only an empty temple, with hundreds of square pillars, the caps and pedestals coiled with dragons, the light shining from the translucent dome, and the ground without a single crevice was as bright as a frozen lake, like a vast pale emerald—not the kind the frost giants wanted—"What about the gold?" the eldest son of the mountain roared furiously, "What about the gold?

"Rest easy...... Rest easy, my friend," the red-robed warlock said softly, still in the tone he was good at and accustomed to, "Silver Dragon......" He paused, originally he wanted to say that dragons don't put gold where everyone can see it, but the Frost Giants do, they adorn themselves with gold, so he changed his story in time: "Silver Dragon is extremely cautious," he said, "After she's amassed enough wealth, she'll dig a cave and hide it, and it might be a deep cave." ”

"There are no caves here. The eldest son of the mountain said, and then the other frost giants began to beat the ground with hammers and axes.

"You're going to take us to that cave. The priest said.

"There is no doubt about it," Ostar said, "that is exactly what I want." He held out his finger, and the invisible little devil appeared, and the two-headed viper Amonius wagged its tail lazily, and of course it would not follow the fools on its own, and then asked Asmodeus to pay homage to its master, "show us the way," said Ostal, "Ammonis, my little devil." ”

The exclusive title made Armonis laugh merrily, and it had to admit that it had a master who was like a seduction, but it also needed to admit that it also liked to be complimented and recognized, as it was now: "Follow me," it flew up, its tail curling happily, "Asmodeos is biting their ass." ”

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"A little devil. The Elven Ranger said with disgust.

"An innocent little devil. Asmodeos said that he was caught and could not move, but to tell the truth, he was not very afraid, and the wicked were afraid of the wicked, but he was facing the good guys.

Glenn scoffed, "I'm not a mage," he said, "but I also know that an innocent little devil is as ridiculous as a pregnant virgin." ”

His words angered Asmodeus, but it could not even move an inch from the tip of its tail now, and it muttered maliciously, in the language of the Endless Abyss, and everyone who heard it felt sick and dizzy—the lich raised his hand, and the voice that tormented their eardrums was immediately lowered by it.

"What kind of scroll is this?" asked Leona.

"A scroll that will allow us to drive this little devil. The lich said that he could be said to be very satisfied to see Asmodeus wince, for there was nothing more shameful and painful for the wicked little devil than to be driven to do it by a good man, and of course, to do a good deed, but since the owner of Asmodeus was in this awkward situation and it was likely to continue for many years, it might be a good idea for him as a pet to take a good feel for this indescribable taste.

"Wait," cried Asmodeus, as expected, "I can answer your questions," it said urgently, "or obey your commands—oh good people, I will engrave it into my skin for every word you utter, but beg you, not this," it begged, "not this, it will make me feel pain," it even sobbed decently, "I will die, dear masters, it would be like skinning me." ”

"Probably a little worse than that. To the little devil's anger, the black-haired spellcaster confessed unmoved (strangely enough, it also found some pleasure that should belong to the evil one), and then, as the little devil searched for another target, he unfolded the scroll and unleashed the spell within. The spell worked instantly, a spell from Master Antonio that was powerful and precise, harsher than any law on the main material plane, and stronger and more reliable than any chain.

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"I heard Asmodeos' voice. The two-headed viper hissed.

"We didn't hear anything. The priest of the frost giant said suspiciously.

"Do you hear the sound of a knife scraping against a bone?" Ammonis explained disapprovingly, "this is the abyssal language that our little devils often use. ”

The priest who was indeed listening suddenly shuddered, it was said that the voice of the abyssal language was very small and low, but it was like a long, thin needle that could pierce your ears directly into your head, and he immediately raised his cane and shook the ornaments hanging from it, the sound of the metal ornaments striking each other sounded chaotic at all, but as the tremors intensified, the expressions of the frost giants began to soften. The Abyssal language is like a boring noise when you don't pay attention to it, but it still hurts you, and these frost giants just didn't notice it before.

"Don't let it talk. The priest commanded, "Otherwise my poisonous worm will burrow into its body and suck out the last bit of its blood." ”

"If you can, then dare to be kind. The two-headed serpent laughed until it was pinched by its master, "All right," it said, "Asmodeus said they were busy opening the door to the Vault." ”

The news made the Frost Giants even more agitated - in short, their hammers and axes were already hungry and thirsty, and Ostar looked at his pet, while the little devil Amonis simply stuck out his tongue.

"Where are they?" roared the eldest son of the mountain.

"Right behind this wall. The two-headed serpent pointed in the direction with the tip of its tail, and the giants saw a tall door, not comparable in size to the one they had seen before, but of the same material, and much more ornate and delicate, it was covered with delicate and dense patterns and drawings like a door of wood or brass, and Ostar looked at the contents, probably describing a group of elves dancing around a silver dragon in the moonlight, and he was pleased to see the frost giant's axe smashed it to pieces, leaving no trace.

Removing the only obstacles, the Frost Giant was presented with a large, empty hall that connected several corridors that looked like corridors, and the corridors were dark and there was not a single ray of light to use.

But to the delight of the Frost Giants, they had seen the gold much earlier, not in the caverns that had not yet been found, but in the gold ornaments that adorned the dome, the walls, and the columns, and they shone in the bright light, like the glow of the sea.

What they coveted the most was a sixteen-branch golden lampstand hanging in the center of the dome, with fluorite the size of a baby's head inlaid in the center, which was still as soft and lovely as moonlight for more than a thousand years, and there were unburned candles on the candle holder.

When the red-robed warlock tried to walk over, the priest stopped him: "This is the chief's. The followers of Kawuha brazenly said that he had lost the courage to kill and plunder the dragon-veined man, but he could use his wits or cunning, and everything would fall into the bag of the eldest son of the mountain, so that the gold that the priest had promised the warlock would naturally come to naught, but when they returned to the tribe, the priest also had countless means to get the eldest son of the mountain to hand over the gold.

The two-headed serpent let out a griff, and Ostar just stroked it and took a step back, indicating that he was willing to give in.

The priest shook his cane, and the poisonous insects in the cane flew out, and they not only blocked the red-robed warlock, but also drove away several other frost giants who were arguing for the ownership of a golden statue, and the eldest son of the mountain happily twisted it up and put it in his bag. (To be continued.) )