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Gredi's body was torn apart in light and darkness, the ancient red dragon that had ruled and intimidated an entire country, tens of thousands of spellcasters, and her children and descendants died like this, she probably didn't expect her end to be so hasty and hasty, even her descendants couldn't help but fall into a daze, the dragon's blood poured down on everyone's body like a torrential rain, along with the gastric juice that could dissolve steel, corroded the unprotected flesh and bones, the dragonborn stretched out their arms to the sky, as if they still prayed to Gredi, but no one would respond to them, the saints of the good gods only let out a sigh, while the saints of the evil gods salivated over the desperate souls.

The lich breathed with bated breath in the sea of consciousness, and as he said, this was not the end, for Gredy's resilient soul had abandoned her enemies, her body and her descendants, and fled before the mourning wasteland captured her- It is not surprising to the undead that even mortals without magic will go where they want to go when they have a stubborn idea, and even more so spellcasters, who may become ghosts who still retain their sanity and intellect when they leave the plane of the living, even if not in gray robes. Gredi, on the other hand, was blinded and clogged by her own greed, but if she had left no way out for herself, even Kelmon, who was about to die in the arms of the mead and the woman, would not believe it.

Otherworldly souls can't see the lich's smile, though they're little ants that aren't intentionally targeted...... But, you know, what is the fire at the gates of the city that has caused the fish in the pond, and now they are not in the moat, but have been fished up by Gredy and laid out in the tunnel! The ground has turned to lava, the sky is flowing with lightning and hurricanes, and countless withered arms are sticking out of the rock walls, and the wails of the dragonborn are getting quieter, and Mitcot looks at his brother in bewilderment, and is deeply afraid. He remembered that when the dark-haired brother was found and had just entered the royal capital of Grenada, he was not strong enough to confront Ostar, and now, less than ten years later, he was strong enough to protect himself and the other in the battle of the Sage. No, or rather, from the very beginning, he gave Mitkot a strange sense of disobedience, after all, Mitkot remembered that one of his father's youngest sons was a dangerous (and undoubtedly a compliment for the Grenadas, especially the Dragonborn) Warlock when he walked out of the Warlock's Tower, and when he appeared in front of everyone for the second time, he became a weakened and somewhat naïve mage, perhaps unaware that in the beginning, apart from Kelmen and Kelth, he had far more enemies than he thought。

Mitkot bowed his head in shame, for he was undoubtedly one of those he had successfully deceived. Mitkot had even taken pity on the younger brother, for he was destined to be abandoned—ha, but look, who was abandoned?, it was the proud dragonborns, it was Gredy's red dragon twins, it was him, not the black-haired outlier—the endless abyss was underneath, and if he could get out of here unharmed, Mitkot thought that he would find every chance he could find to kill Cremar, and for the latter's contempt and mockery, he swore that he would, in order to flow the blood of his mother in his body.

Clearly, Gredi's defeat had deprived her of a believer, even though his faith was not very strong.

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Gredi's soul flew towards Grenada, and after losing her body, she felt unusually light and relaxed, the winds of the mourning wasteland always chasing her, but she believed that she could save herself once more - just like countless times before, although she failed this time, very completely, not only the gift of the dragon Io, but also the Baal Godhead she had once again, but she believed that she could get up again from this filthy mire.

Almost instantly, Greti saw the steep peaks that surrounded the royal capital of Grenada, the peaks that had once inhabited dragons were now empty nests, and the meager regret crossed Grendi's thoughts, and in a moment disappeared, she sniffed with her nose that no longer existed, searching for traces of the new king—he was in her chambers, in the largest hall.

"You have chosen a good place for yourself. Gredy whispered, her voice no longer audible to the living, and the merchants could only feel a chilly breeze passing through them as her massive body swept through the streets.

The new king sat on the throne of the dragon bone, Gredi smiled before he got angry, of course, every red dragon and dragonborn would be full of interest in power, and think about how to kill those who occupied high positions, but the new king had always been well disguised before, he was a little willful, a little irritable, and sometimes deliberately disobeyed or delayed Gredi's orders, but the only thing he didn't do was show interest in the beautiful woman Grenada. Dragonfangs, Dragonclaws, and Dragonthorns all belonged to him, but with the exception of Dragon's Thorns, which were given to Ostal by Gredi, the Dragon's Teeth and Dragonclaws were inadvertently sent by the new king to Mitkot and Kelmen.

Gredi's soul fell in the hall, she deliberately revealed her form, the dragon in her soul state was larger than the flesh and blood she possessed, her head alone filled half of the hall, and was shrouded in gray-black flames and white smoke, only the golden eyes were still bright, they danced like flames or stars in the night.

The new king suddenly stood up from the dragon bone throne when he saw her, "Mother?" he called out hesitantly.

"It's me," said Gredy, knowing that what she should do now was not hesitate to tear apart the soul in this body and replace it, but she wanted to see the new king's miserable look at having lost all hope: "I'm back." ”

"You ......"

"Yes," said Gredi, "I am not in a very good state, my dear child, you should find that I have been detached from the body of the living, and I am now a ghost. ”

The new king had a happy expression—the kind that appeared and disappeared so fast that it was impossible to determine if it had been, but Gredy caught it. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he said in a trembling voice, not knowing whether it was joy or disguised grief.

"Of course," Gredy pressed at him viciously, "I need your body," she smacked her tongue, "of course, I'm not talking to you. ”

The new king's face changed suddenly. "I don't understand......," he stammered, "I don't think my humble body can bear ......"

"No, no, no," said Gredi, simply gleefully, "you know, that's why you refuse my blood, and if I hadn't been watching you, my dear, you'd probably pour every precious cup of blood into the gutter." ”

Or in the feces of goblins. The new king said in his heart.

"At the sight of Fouquet," continued Gredi, "you must be very upset. ”

"Because he's a test result. Now that he had reached this point, the new king removed his mask, straightened his back, and his gaudy face revealed the majesty of a king: "A mortal failure will not pay you so much attention, and the only answer is that he is the key - you draw the blood of your red dragon's firstborn and give him a drink, so that his body becomes strong enough to withstand the soul of a dragon, and the real Fouquet leaves the Highland Normans, which means that you have to pick the fruit." The one standing among us is not Fouquet, but your eldest son, who, as a red dragon, is weakened enough to meet the final end, but as a dragonborn, he can survive the next hundreds or even millennia as a living being. He paused, "Are you right, too? You have deceived the gods and the law, escaped the dragonborn's hatred of you, and continued to rule the country as the king of Grenada, looking for an opportunity to fulfill your long-cherished wishes. ”

"I should say that you sum it up well," said Gredi, "and I am glad to have a wise descendant, but alas, I can't even keep your soul." ”

"You won't make it. The new king said, "Gredi." For the first time, he called out the name without any respect.

This undoubtedly angered the ancient red dragon, and the fear of not being able to enjoy the new king meant that she didn't need to wait, she spread her rolled wings, opened her fanged spiky kiss, and rushed towards the new king.

The new king smiled suddenly, and at the same time, he opened his mouth, and in this mouth, Gredi could not find teeth, gums, or tongue, it was a small, deep black hole—she suddenly felt a creep, but it was too late, this small black hole seemed to have a great attraction, sucking the soul of the ancient red dragon straight into her throat.

It's a strange scene, like an animation or an advertisement on another plane, where the straw of a vacuum cleaner sucks knives, forks, dishes, furniture, courtyards, everything in one fell swoop - Gredy's soul can't even be contained in this majestic hall, but when it is sucked into the mouth of the "new king", it is as smooth and slender as a noodle.

The "new king" maintained this funny-looking action for a short time, the ancient red dragon had a rich and full soul that he regretted not being able to savor it, even Ederna was not sure if there really was a gem that could bind the soul of the red dragon, and he never put the good things last - even when he was a dragonborn, he didn't, because fate always takes the best of you.

"Is it over?" said the new king.

"It's being digested. Ederna said, his countenance gradually changing, from the new king's gaudy appearance to a mediocre one, "but I don't think she'll be in front of you again." ”

The new king let out a long breath. "You may not know how long I've been waiting......"

"I know. Ederna said, "Your first and last trash can is me." ”

The new king glared at him, but he didn't know that there was an adjective in another plane called "talk about the heavens to death", otherwise he would definitely be the first to buckle the head of this crazy half-lich.

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Twentieth day after the collapse of the Dragon's Back Mountains.

The new king, no, we can now call him King Grenada, he sat on the throne of the keel, and looked at his two sons in astonishment, yes, it is not surprising that there is a son who survives, but what if there are two? And it is clear that Mitkot is at a disadvantage, and perhaps he is the one who is rescued, after all, before Gredi left for the Dragonspine Mountains, Mitkot was full of resentment and jealousy of this full-fledged brother (some of whom were still picked up from the Dragon's Tooth Legion), and if they were in a different situation, Mitkot would have killed Kremar and destroyed his soul.

"Don't you want to inherit my place?" asked King Grenada curiously, "This is Grenada, and even though it is still a little weak, it is still a huge country, and there is a treasure trove of red dragons - seven, no, eight red dragons. ”

"No," said the lich, "it will take seven or eight hundred years or more to inherit this position," he pointed scathingly, "I don't think my time is so cheap." ”

King Grenada smiled, "Yes, my child," Seriously, if Cremar did stay in Grenada, then he would have to face the hostility of a king, which Mitkot hadn't figured out until now, and the kid was obviously a bit stupid, not that there was anything wrong with it - especially since the new king did master Grenada. "So what do you want?"

"My city. Cremar said, "Crefa." ”

King Grenada was silent for a moment, and he didn't want to lose Crefa: "Okay. He reluctantly compromised: "If you insist." ”

Thereupon.

One morning, when he looked out over the sea from his palace room, he felt heartache when he found that Krefa had disappeared without warning.