The flow of information in the royal capital of Grenada was very strange, sometimes it was as slow as moss climbing on a wall, but sometimes it was faster than the wind, but in a few days, people were very familiar with the priest with the branded face of His Highness Cremar, the youngest son of the new king, who had recently returned to Grenada. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In Grenada, there are few priests of other gods other than the red-robed priest of Gredi, there may be a few priests of the orc Kawuha, or followers of some evil god, who are only here because the god they follow has an ambiguous alliance with Gredi, they are guests, and they are hired like the gray robes, but a white robe? He could only have been brought in as a sacrifice or as gifts and goods for personal vendettas, yes, before the white robe at Cremar's side appeared. He sent a ripple through Grenada's dark, calm waters, but the strange sound disappeared before it could be seen in a blink of an eye, and the face clearly branded with the words "blasphemy" and "homicide" could tell a lot.

If blasphemy could have been caused by mistake or negligence, then homicide is clearly a more sinister crime.

"Do you think he's atoned for his sins?" someone speculated.

"I don't think it has yet," said another, "otherwise he wouldn't have continued to let the imprint remain on his face." "Ironically, there are also those who question Adel's qualifications to serve a prince - Grianda also has a law, and a failed person who is proven guilty is also punished, but at Cremar's insistence and the connivance of the new king, Adel became the clerk of the black-haired dragonborn, and his first job was to compile the list of warlocks of the Dragon's Tooth Legion.

No one thought that the Dragonborn, who was still very strange to Grenada, and who was equally estranged from him, would actually show his sharp fangs to the Dragontooth Legion - just as no one knew why the Warlocks who were known for their solitude accepted his hire, and no one knew by what criteria he would measure the casters who were about to be eliminated - he didn't change knights, "All I know is the spellcasters." He said modestly, but the knights cursed a million times, "May he be tormented by the devil in the endless abyss for a hundred years!" They murmured viciously, as we said before, knights would never be happy that their warlocks or mage partners would be changed voluntarily or forcefully, or at least they should be given some time, it would take a year or two of run-in and familiarity between knights and strange spellcasters, so as to understand each other's temperament and hobbies, and even martial arts or spell-casting habits, so as not to lose one or the other on the battlefield, conflict with each other, or more serious problems. But when faced with a spellcaster who might be more powerful than their original partner, the knights wisely remained silent.

Luckily, they did have some time, and Gredy wasn't too stingy this time, and the crushing power ensured that they were still quite comfortable facing the enemy, and they could make mistakes, well, small mistakes, and there was room for redemption.

The new king got the list of the replaced spellcasters, and there were some people who were concerned about the issue, but they couldn't see anything, except that the replaced casters were indeed inferior to the new warlocks and mages. It's true that the Grenada can't see the difference, but Adel knows, because this information is compiled by him and Cremar, the black-haired dragonborn has selected three detachments, these three detachments cannot be said to have a very strong advantage in the entire dragon's teeth, but it is worth noting that although their three detachment leaders belong to two different forces, these two forces are actually more inclined to order, yes, they are evil, but they have no interest in turning their territory into another endless abyss, they want to be able to rule humanity in the occupied plains and hills in a human way, instead of looting and burning like dragons and rolling away。

And in these three detachments, some of the spellcasters who like to kill and torture indiscriminately also give their knights a headache, and they sometimes need puppets, tongues, and hostages, okay? "Thank me. Without a hint of shame, the lich said in his heart, "You will soon find out how fortunate you are." "The new Warlock, as well as the Grey Robe and the Black Robe, were all compiled and searched by him based on the memories of Glenn, the Little Devil, and the previous Cremar, and it is natural that they are not good people, but they have the sanity and calmness of a spellcaster, love magic, know how to weigh, know how to endure, and know how to keep the contract.

Naturally, it won't be great ideas or fancy speeches that make them obey, but an innumerable supply of precious spellcasting materials or gold coins that can be exchanged for the former.

"This is already a whole year's income for the side island. Adel felt his hands tremble as he recorded: "And it's just a tower." ”

This plan wouldn't have been feasible without the Vault of the Far North, but now that the island that was constantly circling in the undercurrent had completely sunk, it meant that the Lich could set a coordinate for his portal, and he had left some of it to Baldwin while he was on the Dragonfire Islands, enough to subvert a country, but only a small, small, tiny part.

The drakes' generosity ensured that the black-haired Dragonborn could do whatever they wanted temporarily, perhaps with the connivance of the new king and Gredi, or perhaps they were just glad that they had been exempted from the caster's money, but it didn't matter, the lich just wanted to make sure that his orders were followed by every knight and spellcaster, especially if he couldn't give too clear orders, and out of his own habits, the casters wouldn't cause too much disaster.

After all, he still couldn't be sure how the laws of the underworld defined war, if he just locked him up in a small black room, if it was another soul who used this body at that time, and this soul was also judged evil...... Well, then...... In the language of its plane, they're gameover, and there's no twenty lives waiting for them.

They fought late one night, the griffinx creeping up in the cold wind above the clouds, which looked like a soft, broken blanket of wool in the starlight, and through the void they could see the mist-shrouded capital, which then became smaller and the territory they saw wider, and they could even see the edge of the gravel desert and the desert.

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Even though the Red Dragon Gredy halted when Grenada's territory was expanded to her satisfaction, as far as the Grenada's desires were concerned, the so-called borders were limited to the reach of their knights' spears, and the small battles between borders never subsided, but the descendants of the Red Dragons had also removed the fragile skin of the countries or regions bordering them as they polished their claws and teeth, and at least they had little pressure to transfer the calamity of the Red Dragons to another country。

Now, of course, the stone is invincible when it comes to smashing eggs, but in front of the hammer the stone is nothing more than a fragile gadget, and when Grenada's Dragontooth and Dragonclaw Legions come out of the nest, they have no power to fight back - almost everyone thinks so, and so did the initial battle.

Of course, it is impossible for the Red Dragon to put the Dragon's Tooth Legion, which has reached 8,000 even excluding the attached legions, and the Dragonclaw Legion, which has reached 12,000 people, and the Dragon's Thorn Legion, which is the smallest but has an indispensable position in the battle, all of them into the battlefield, Grenada is a huge country, and these cunning big reptiles will never forget to take care of their lair. So in the end, the knights and spellcasters cut out of these three were reorganized into a complete three-army legion with a number of about 10,000 people, even so, this number of troops could not be placed in the same place at the same time, which was a waste of combat power and a needless delay in time, so after the integration, this terrible and evil legion was like a muddy river, divided into six tributaries on the blazing plain, rushing towards their respective goals.

Keo flew in front of all the griffins, and the vile pranks that would come to him at any point made the birdheads subconsciously distance themselves from him - even though the smell of the griffinx was not very good, and their knights were always filled with the stench of sulfur, they didn't want to be drenched in the urine or feces of the sphinx all the time. But even in close proximity to them, it was difficult to hear what Keo and Keo's master were saying, and in the air, the sound of the wind was as loud as the beat of a drum, and all other sounds were torn apart and swept away.

"That's a beauty. Keou said.

"A red dragon. The former immortal said, "And she's more than eight or nine hundred years old." Keo, and she was the wife of King Grenada, and laid two eggs for him, and as for who those two eggs were, I think you should have guessed. ”

"Kelmen and Kelth," said Keo, "are said to be the most annoying even among the Dragonborn. ”

"No, no, no," the lich corrected earnestly, "if according to the dragons, I am the one I hate the most, possessing their most hated bloodline, but attaining a status beyond the reach of their descendants - Kelmen and Kelce killed me once, and I think they still want to." ”

"And what does their mother think?" Keo asked, grim - he hadn't faced a dragon directly, but he knew that the red dragons didn't care much about their descendants, but out of arrogance and caution, they wouldn't indulge anyone who might be an enemy of their descendants, "She didn't turn you into a fireball when she saw you?"

"For even the red dragons are subject to their mothers. Said the lich.

"She's a cunning red dragon," said Keou, "and I didn't even notice ......"

"You won't notice it. "Because Cremar can't be the enemy that this strong female red dragon needs to care about for the time being, but the former undead has not felt that his self-esteem has been damaged by this, and he prefers to be an inconspicuous grain of sand before he has enough strength, of course, this sand may still make some people's eyes sting.

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