readx;? As night receded and the morning light fell, the Grenada departed like a terrible nightmare, the griffinx spread its wings, its small fur fluttering in the cold wind of dawn, and the knights of dragonclaws and fangs were seldom in vain, but that did not mean that they did not know how to retreat in an orderly manner—the archons of the kingdom of Longshan stood on the walls and watched them. Grenada's Red Dragon was only a temporary setback, and it was definitely not the work of a sane ruler to be the first to take the lead because of a small victory. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I thought ......," Keou said.

"This is the last nation, the last obstacle," said the Otherworldly Soul, the swift march and devastating blows were only to reduce the courage and time of the enemy to organize a rebellion, and the young red dragon did not have the power to achieve the goal at any cost, this power was only possessed by one person, or a red dragon, and only Gredy could squander her precious possessions: "It's just that they won't give it up." ”

"What will they face?"

"Tens of thousands or more, formidable enemies," said the Otherworldly Soul, the little devil is always able to steal bits and pieces of information from the darkness, although it is only a word, but with the information from the old people of Cremar and Glenn's eyeliner, those vassal legions who have been left behind by the legion are rushing here, and the elite part of the legion opens a road for them that is almost completely blank, they will not encounter obstruction, they will not be hindered, and all supplies can be obtained from the surrounding areas- The prey has had its teeth and claws removed, and the remaining meat, although not fat enough, can barely be used to fill the shriveled stomach.

Keo heard a sudden slight sigh from his companion on his back, he thought that the black-haired dragonborn was still unhappy about what happened last night, but to be honest, they did a much better job than he imagined, although he had prepared before, but this preparation, to be honest, it was better to fail, Kelmen was a fool, the agent of the dragon thorn seemed to have noticed something, the problem was that he was obviously not prepared to let others pay too much attention to him, especially the red dragon, he was neither His Royal Highness nor Your Excellency, if the angry red dragon swallowed him as a snack, then the only one who would be bothered by this was probably Ostal, after all, he was going to resend a more cunning subordinate to his seat.

And at this moment, Keou suddenly felt an inexplicable itch on his back, probably similar to the feeling that a scorpion had when crawling on a bare back, and he shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably, and jolted up and down a few times with the passenger, "I'm sorry." The human-faced sphinx said not so concerned, and then a hand landed near the saddle and scratched gently, "Is this it?"

"Mmmm......mm Keo grunted, his fur was thick, the black-haired dragonborn's fingers were shuttling in it, under the sharp mane were soft and fluffy fine hairs, and the bottom of the fine hairs was covered with a layer of small curly fluff, this place was indeed a place that was difficult for Keo to scratch or lick by himself, although the squire would wash and comb his hair, even during the march, there was still no dirt and dust accumulated between the hairs, but you know, places that he couldn't touch always felt itchy, the human-faced sphinx was almost melting comfortably, he took a deep breath, licked his lips contentedly, and put aside the strange feeling just now。

The former undead squinted, he knew that priests were particularly sensitive to undead creatures or negative energy, but it was the first time he knew that the human-faced sphinx would too, of course, they were known as four-legged priests, but he was not an undead anymore - it was just that the slight strange aura he exuded from the moment he alternated with the soul of the other world still aroused the vigilance of the human-faced sphinx.

The Grenada, and perhaps the Lich himself, once thought that the human-faced Sphinx was depraved, after all, he was quite Grenada, but it seemed that the beast was just a bit cheap, and evil was far from it.

"It's these guys," Keo muttered, "and I think there's something weird about it." ”

The lich looked along the sphinx's line of sight, and he saw the gray robes that he missed so much, and under the escort of the Dragontooth Knights, several necromancers raised their hands and cast their spells in the sunlight - the negative energy slowly fell from the sky to the ground, the wind became biting, and the earth was covered with a thin layer of frost, spreading towards the dead or badly injured dinosaurs and knights who needed no treatment, and the Grenadians who could see and make their voices wailed and cursed. But they didn't have a choice, and the necromancers didn't care about the hatred of the dying man, the limbs covered and touched by the frost were corroded by the negative energy and turned black, then gray, and when the wind passed, the bodies flew away like statues of dust—and the parts that were stuck in the mire were quickly swallowed up by the filthy mud and became one with it.

"That's not a good way to deal with it. Keou said.

"They don't leave corpses for people to look for Grenada's weaknesses. The lich said, his fingers gently stroking Keo's head, "We should go back."

Although the young red dragon is also a troublesome fellow, she has a psychic warlock by her side, but who it is not known, after all, if that person is the same as the soul of the other world, the knower of the psychic mancers, then when he wants to disguise himself, unless someone close to him, there is no difference between him and other warlocks.

But he always had a way to find this man.

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"What are you looking at?" Perrante asked.

"Looking beyond the jungle. Kerribben asked, standing on a tall silver-crowned tree, as he had shared with Cremar, the silver-crowned forest rolling like a wave at their feet, from black to silver, and from silver to black, and now it was autumn, but the wind had become cold.

"If you want to leave. Perrante said, "It's not impossible. ”

"Now that my father, the king of the jungle has fallen into a deep sleep?" said Kerryben, "evil is looming, and I will not leave the forest at this time." ”

"How's Cremar?" asked Perrante, "is he in danger?"

"I don't know," Carey said, "and he never gave me any news after that." ”

"The Red Dragon's legion has approached the Longshan Kingdom. "Maybe they'll bring us information about Cremar," Perrante said. ”

"Maybe I shouldn't have expected it," Kerryben's smile was slightly bitter, "I'm not sure what message I want to hear—if he's safe, he's in Grenada's legion." ”

"That's not to say he's going to do evil," Perrante said, "and you know what kind of man he is." ”

"With so many pairs of eyes on him?" said the elven ranger, "that's what worries me most about this, Perrante, that if he doesn't do evil, then he'll be suspected, punished, or put to death—I even expect him to be a little," he said, closing his index finger with his thumb, leaving a barely visible gap, "a little wicked." "At least I won't lose my life or even my soul because of my perseverance.

Even Kerry himself was taken aback when he said this, he was surprised that he could make an irrational judgment for the sake of emotion, but he looked inside and could not find the emotion of remorse in it, perhaps he had made a rational but wrong judgment - he looked at Perrant and saw that he was smiling.

"It's been a long time since you've been like that. "When was the last time you introduced a skunk into the cellar because you hated the smell of mead on Ingway?"

Then he said gently, "You are so young, Kerryben, child, and there are still many years before you take over the responsibilities of your father—you may think that you should share some of the toil for him, but believe me, you have done a good job, even the elves, the good old days of your youth are still gone, the jungle is your home, your anchor, not the shackles and chains that have been placed on you—do it, whatever it is, your mind will not lead your body and soul in the wrong direction." ”

He looked beyond the dense forest, before heaven and earth, there was a flawless white, it was the snow-covered swamp, and the friend that Kerry had missed was on the other side of the swamp.

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Gersh gasped, he got up from his fur and walked out of the tent, he had a dream, but this dream he did not want to tell anyone, including the priests.

He dreamed that he was devoured by a red dragon.

This is a key point, the orcs believe in the god Kaulux is in alliance with Grenada's red dragon Gredi, this has been confirmed, but he can't trust a red dragon, everyone knows that the red dragon is a symbol of evil - although it is a bit ridiculous, when it comes to choosing allies, an evil guy will undoubtedly cause more trouble, he would rather drink with giants or dance with goblins than be in the same place with the red dragon's messenger - Last time, the red robe named Ostal shamelessly teased the orcs once, and the young and young men of dozens of tribes were all lost in Thundercastle, although they died under the crumbling rocks and wood, but Gersh knew that even if they were lucky enough to escape, they would not live longer than a human slave, they grew up quickly, and aged quickly. Gersh's tribe escaped because of his prudence, and later annexed the tribes weakened by the lack of males, and he became the king of the orcs rather than the leader of a tribe, but Gersh would not be grateful to humans or dragonborns for this, preferring to roast the Ostal on the fire until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, perhaps with a little honey on top, and then eat it clean with spicy winter wine.

But he couldn't, this guy was Gredi's agent, and supposedly the commander of one of the three legions of Grenada, but Gersh didn't think of this guy as a warrior at all, he was just a merchant, a nasty bastard, like every merchant Gersh had met, or worse.

Gersh twitched his nose and spat on his hairless thumb, then stretched his thumb into the air, the wind from the far north had outgrown the warm westerly wind, and winter was soon coming.

"Good morning, honorable Orc King. ”

By the way, this is another annoying guy who can't ignore or eat, he is the agent of Gredi's agent, Ostal is said to have been busy with a very important matter in Grenada lately, so important that he has to give up all the affairs of the orcs for a while, his disciple, a dragonborn with a bit of a sissy name and a somewhat similar appearance, has temporarily taken his place, but Gersh suspects that he comes to greet himself every day to complete Ostal assigned" Once a day, I like to see a constipated face that you don't like me and can't kill me."

"How's Castle Thunder?" asked Gersh routinely.

"It's business as usual. Rika said.

Gersh smiled sarcastically, in the past, the lords of Thundercastle would only leave Thundercastle when the lilacs were in full bloom, and at that time, if the orcs did not cross Thundercastle, then they had to retreat to the Whirring Plains, and when spring came, when the horned deer and argali, they would give birth to their cubs every day, and the orcs would not land in groups to attack the human defenses - and how long had this lord disappeared? Winter was approaching, and he was still counting his fingers in the royal capital, perhaps thinking that his magic circle could make Thundercastle as if it were made of steel.

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"I must leave," Dylan said anxiously, "winter is coming, and the orcs could attack at any moment. ”

"Aren't there no soldiers and knights in Thundercastle?" said Princess Diane unhappily, "not to mention that there are so many mages......

"But I'm the lord of Thundercastle. ”

"To hell with Thundercastle," Princess Diane's eyes flashed with excitement, "My son, what you are going to have is the whole of Highland Norman." ”

"King John will have an heir. ”

"A baby who may die at any moment!" said Princess Diane, "and his body is decaying day by day, and he may die to-morrow—you ought to stay in the royal capital...... I've got you an excuse, Dylan, you should be betrothed to some beautiful and honorable girl. ”

"Enough!" Dylan shouted, "I don't want a wife." ”

"Who do you think you are!?" Princess Diane shouted, "Do you think you're a Don Cree?!"

Her words were like a slap in the face to Dylan. (To be continued.) )