The Ayn Stone is a kind of magic treasure created by the archmage of the arcane era thousands of years ago, it looks like a variety of gems, ranging in size, but in view of the aesthetics of the casters, it generally does not exceed the size of the palm, after casting the spell, they will rotate around the top of the master's head, just like a planet around the star, each has a different role, such as: enhance strength, agility, physique, intelligence, perception, Charm, or to enhance protection, or to continuously restore the life he has lost, or to absorb spells thrown by enemies, as well as storage spells, and use them in emergencies - unlike ordinary rune gems, it can be used by everyone, but it can store several or more spells, depending on the strength of the maker. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that being able to make the Ayn Stone means that this spellcaster can't just be a mediocre person.

Spellcasters flock to them, but these little things are more difficult to obtain than rune plates, after all, ancient rune disks are rare, but people can still imitate them, but the method of making the Ayn Stone is only in the hands of a few people (with or without people), they rarely need external money supplies, and they rarely lack important materials or minions, the Ayn Stone is more like a legend in the eyes of many spellcasters, although it is transcribed every year at the top of the list written by merchants who have the privilege of working for the caster。

What they saw was a dark purple Ayna Stone, or you could call it a bright purple, suggesting that it was probably second only to the special Ainstone - the pearl-white Ainstone healed and regenerated, the lavender, green Ainstone absorbed the power of magic, and the bright purple Ainstone meant it could be used to store spells - wearing this Ainstone was almost like having one more of yourself - for everyone present, including the red dragons.

Ostahl couldn't refuse, if he hadn't become the Red Dragon's lover, then he might have had room to back down - let Cremar fight with his blood relatives, but now that he had no chance to prevaricate, could he say no? After all, Danos was just a thief with shallow dragon blood, and he could only transfer his right-hand man to someone who was likely to become an enemy in the future, and he could not make any profit from it.

The young female Red Dragon quickly took the Ayn Stone from Ostar's hand under the jealous eyes of her brothers, "I need warlocks, and maybe mages," she told the maid, almost imminently, believing that she would be pleasantly surprised.

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The giant eel sleeps in hundreds of feet of mud, and the winter is always silent and dreary, as if everything stands still, and the edelweiss stops growing, replaced by snow falling from the sky, but the giant eel never sees it with her own eyes, and before the snow falls, she dives into the black water, and falls into the annual hibernation with frogs, snakes, and other monsters. They are barely disturbed, except for the occasional mud monster or two, they don't try to devour the giant eel, it's so big that a flick of its tail will very likely turn them into a real mire, except for the "one" that lurks in the deepest part of the swamp, probably no monster can swallow the eel in one bite, but the latter hasn't been seen again in over a thousand years, the depths of the swamp are warm and safe, and food will keep falling from it.

But today it seemed to be an exception, first some annoying little bugs kept disturbing the eel, then more snakes and monsters were scurrying around, and there was a constant regular thud above the swamp, and if the eel was still asleep, this low and noisy sound might only be its lullaby, and it sank deeper into the dream, but when it woke up, in addition to the sound, it became angry with the chill that invaded the surface of the swamp, and even though the eel's blood was cold, it still preferred a warm nest, and it stretched its body a few times in fratharness, making it flexible, and then flexing its musclesand swim quietly to the heights.

And above the swamp, a warlock jerked to his feet: "Enemy attack!" His voice grew louder with the help of magic, and then he felt the ground beneath him, or the ice, leap sharply.

Of course, the ice surface could not jump on its own, it would only bulge under the impact of the monster, and it was not the first time that such an impact had occurred, but it was still so large that the warlock couldn't help frowning.

Grenada's legions marched through the night as if to make their journey a little more interesting, and with the cold snap and the blizzard followed, the griffinx flew around and found that even if the passengers on their backs were able to keep the light around them, they would still spin uncontrollably in small circles, and as soon as they were in the air, they felt a buzzing sound burrow into their heads, making their brains hurt- Grenada's vassal legions, as well as the orcs, dismantled all the fur tents, submerged them in water, and placed them on a platform made of broken stone, and pulled them down with great force, and under the dual effect of magic and cold currents, the tent soon turned into a flat-bottomed sled, the orcs connected the sleds with their ropes, and the Dinosaurs of the Grenada were responsible for dragging them, but fortunately these monsters did not have the wisdom of the griffinx, but they still roared and protested for a while, but soon, the warlock's whip and the mercenary's meat made them bow down again。

The sled drove fast across the frozen swamp, the warlocks could lighten the weight of the sled and its load, the dinosaur's sharp claws could pierce the ice without slipping, and there was little to disagree with except that it was a little cold - but that didn't mean that the snow swamp was harmless, and they encountered no less than three groups of bipedal wyverns, whose names also had dragon meanings, and in fact were more like a group of small monsters with claws and fangs of chickens swarming up. Of course, the casters were terrible, and the knights and orcs weren't the usual delicate pieces of flesh, but the lack of food in the swamps reached its peak in winter, and these hideous-looking little monsters splashed and fell like ice chips stirred up by a sled, but if they were given a chance, one would be dragged off the sled by them...... Almost all of them are members of the vassal legions, they don't have solid armor, and although their weapons are better than ordinary mercenaries, they can only be said to be mediocre, and no spellcaster will protect them, sometimes, just hesitate- The Wyvern may be biting his most cherished black iron spear, the feet, claws, and backs of the Wyvern adorned with countless of its kind, dragging their stupid prey down with their weight and strength, and once out of the speeding sled, even the caster will be overwhelmed by tens of thousands of swarms of Wyverns.

They have not yet seen the blood of the jinn, but they have seen their own ...... In the darkness, the color of the blood was as dark as the deepest shadows, but they could still smell the scent—the smell of human blood was always sweeter and richer than that of monsters.

Danos watched his new master cautiously, and saw that he closed his eyes slightly, but he was not sure whether he was mourning or enjoying, more likely the latter, after all, no Grenada would show attention or mercy to an insignificant mercenary, no less- Turning around, the former acting leader of the Dragonthorn lamented in his heart, no one hates changing bosses more than the Grenadas, and although they often do this for various reasons, it doesn't mean that they like to speculate and familiarize themselves with the always moody and elusive new master again and again, in case, of course, he said, in case, or once in a million times you are wrong, it would be best to be able to die a crisp death, and he was afraid that the black-haired Dragonborn, who apparently had a good relationship with the Warlock Tower, would throw him to some Warlock as an experiment or sacrifice。

When the eel lifted a sled out of the ground, they were in a fairly forward position, and without much thought, the warlock in charge of driving the dinosaur threw a small lightning bolt to make it run faster, and the warlock and the mage on the sled in front of and behind the overturned sled immediately cut the connecting rope, and a warlock waved his arm, and the sled behind it did not have time to turn all at once, and the sled that was dragging it spun on the ice for half a circle before stopping, and the dinosaur and the sled in the rear whizzed past them。

The knights on the dumping cart picked up the short spear, they had to dispose of the giant eel as soon as possible, the ranks of the legion would not wait long for them, and without the guidance of the red dragon, they would only be lost in this almost endless swamp, as for dying from monsters, cold or starvation, it was not something they could guess, fortunately there happened to be a warlock on the overturned sled.

The former undead saw the flames rising behind him, Grenada was in the middle of the hot desert, surrounded by the ocean, and if he hadn't fought all the way before, there would have been knights or spellcasters who would have been uncomfortable, but he didn't know if they knew how to deal with an eel, and when it came to it, another soul in his body might have asked them to remember to save some meat, roasted eels were delicious, and he had to admit that.

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"Do you think the elves will be prepared?" asked the Red Dragon's brother.

"Yes," replied the young female Red Dragon, "so what?" She didn't like Gredy, but she knew what kind of ambition Gredy had, and since that was the case, she wouldn't use the oracle to humiliate herself and reduce her grip on the believers.

After galloping all night, they could already faintly see the edge of the dark color, which looked so clear in the white sky of dawn that the red dragon knew that they would soon become tall trees towering into the clouds, and she took a deep breath, a light more dazzling than the sun burst from her body, and the people around her had to close their eyes and turn their heads to make sure they wouldn't be burned.

"Do we want it too?"

"Is there any other choice?" said one of the twin red dragons, answering the brother's question.

The three red dragons soared into the air, and after they took to the sky, their vision became wider, and it didn't take much time for them to discover the wounds left by the Sage of Kauhae and Angles. Distinct marks of impact grazed the edge of the Silvercrown Forest, the entire ground was lifted, and the shimmering rock formations could be seen in the depths, and at the edge of the traces, you could see the rolling hills, but it could be seen that these hills might not have existed a day ago, and in fact even the dense forest was eventually affected to a certain extent, the trees fell, the vines were corrupted, no less than three water streams were cut off, and the foul smell still lingered, but it was still clear that the elves had tried their best to save the place.

For the red dragons, this is just another proof of how stupid the elves are, and when the enemy is present, they don't save their strength against the enemy, but consume them needlessly on some wood?

They saw that there were still traces of dragon fire left in the dead trees, and the smell of sulfur pointed out the boundaries that the eye could not find, but they could not feel that the mother was still here.

"Let me prove it," the young female Red Dragon muttered to herself, and then, a scorching dragon fire poured out, and the trees that stood in the ashes burst into flames—if the elven locks were still there, the dragon fire wouldn't have burned them, and the red dragon smiled with every fang.

The trees burned, but the suspicious red dragons were certainly not the first to enter the forest, especially when they were in the form of dragons, and the hard, towering branches would undoubtedly be the biggest obstacle to their path.

"We should probably wait until the dragonfire burns this place down before we go in. Gersh said his left eye had been covered, and his right eye was a little red from the heat of the flames and the smoke.

"The elves will not tolerate the destruction of the jungle. Ostahl said: "They're coming soon. ”

As if in response to his words, an arrow was shot at Gersh's intact eye, and the king of the orcs raised his hand and grabbed it inside, and then he was struck by lightning, and the orc's hair stood on end, and he opened his mouth, and a puff of smoke came out of it, and Ostar smelled the smell of rotten, stinky meat roasted on the fire.

"Watch out for the elves' magic arrows. The red-robed warlock said.

"Thank you for the reminder," Gersh said, "though it was too late." ”