"It's the third day," the middle-aged man, half-lying in the soft arms of a slave girl, asked unhappily, "why is he still alive?"

The answer was a silver cup that had been slammed to the ground, and the honey in it was splashed everywhere, and the silver cup inlaid with pearls fell to the ground with a crisp thud and jumped up from the ground with a crisp sound, and smashed on the head of a slave, and the sharp corners cut a bloody hole in the corner of his eye, and he immediately climbed down with his hands and feet, wiping away the dripping blood with his own arm.

Naga's face was even darker than her titular employer, the lord of the Eastern Crown, "Until this job is done, no. ”

"We now have twelve spellcasters," the lord said, "and I have two more exiled mages here if you need them - they can do the rest of the work in Kremar's place." ”

"No," Naga said irritably, "No, it's not because of work," Originally, their plan was to kill the new owner of the side island at work - under the pretext that Naga had thought about it, when pulling overflowing energy, the lower-level fire elemental elves were easily assimilated, and after assimilation, they either died out or became more powerful, but in the process, fire elemental creatures often fell into a chaos that was almost empty, just like when they were first born, they no longer recognized their masters, Anyone who approached them would be attacked - and a warlock and a mage who had come to the Crown had already accepted bribes from the Lord of the Crown - and if they were to attack their employers, they might have asked for more than ten times the amount they would have paid, but now they were only murdering an outsider with no status or qualifications, whose mentor had been determined dead, and no one would want to find out the truth.

They could have thrown the black-haired caster to the fire elemental creatures in the riot to pay tribute to Kremall's friends. And then drive them out one by one, as for the highland Normans. If they are willing to swear allegiance to their lord, they can stay, but if they don't, their children will be thrown into the sea.

"The Witness we have summoned is a lord of the Devil. Naga said, cautiously avoiding Grazt's name as she bit her nails in disgust. If one of the last things a spellcaster wants to do is probably explain what they do to mortals: "He's a demon, even if people say he's the one most like the devil, he's still a moody, fickle, unpredictable demon - if it's a devil, I'd dare to try, but a demon, who knows if he's waiting for us to make a mistake?!"

The lord was silent, he hadn't seen the demon with his own eyes. But he still knows something about the temperament of such evil and disordered creatures, given that they are often called demons and demons by the overly merciful white-robed ones, and a lord, even a human being, is deeply disturbing enough, let alone demons?Naga did the right thing, although he didn't know how Naga could summon a demon, but he didn't want to show too much ignorance in front of female warlocks, "So when are we going to wait?"

Ever since the sea devil's head hung high on the outer walls of the Stripe Fortress, the lord had already regretted handing over the flanks to a powerful mage - that little dark-haired bastard shouldn't have been so strong. No one knows Beavis' abilities better than he does, as his disciples. The mage with a bad name had only been studying with him for a few years, and as a more clumsy man, a few years were not enough time for him to climb from apprentice to disciple. What's more, Beavis is still busy avenging his wife and unborn child, how much time and experience can he devote to teaching a child?

The lord's idea was wonderful, he gave the side island of gold to an outsider who had no help but two or three friends, and his sons. The puppies, who had already coveted the side island, would have been eager to go up and bite - he could not give the side island to any of his eight sons, and now their strength, except for the youngest Amos, could be said to be almost equal. But if one of them had a side island, he would have to annex the others much sooner than expected, and when a son had reduced his number of brothers to two or three, his eyes would fall on his old father - but the lord could not continue to hold the side island, and the gold in his hand would also allow his son to focus all his attention on him.

But what he didn't expect was that the new masters of the side islands would have an army so quickly that could rival almost any of the lords of the Dragonfire Islands, they had come from the distant highlands of Norman, with their families, and they were said to have been fighting the orcs of the Wuthering Plains for ten or twenty years before being expelled by their lord, and their old lord was the one-armed warrior who had been following Cremar, the one called Baldwin, and when the lord heard the news, he could almost feel the cold blade stuck in his neckThe lord could even feel the pain after those soldiers and knights defeated several "pirates" who came to raid the side island, and to his dismay, his sons actually wisely chose to back down after receiving a series of heavy blows, they cowered, turning a blind eye to the changes on the side island, and even a few new owners who began to attack the side island, the black-haired spellcaster.

What Beavis's father wanted was for them to lose, not to be in a sweet state of ambiguity as they are now—perhaps the next moment they would really collude, and then he would be in danger.

"We are going to do it at the festival," Naga said, "and by that time the contract has been completed, and the Demon Lord as a witness and overseer must return to the bottomless abyss......"

"But the mage we hired, and the warlock," the lord interrupted her impatiently, "what are they going to do, they have to leave the crown as soon as they're done." ”

"As long as Kremar doesn't leave," said Naga, "aren't you going to hold a great festival and ask all your sons to attend, the mage is not your son, but he is the heir of your son, and he has accepted your gift of land." You have every right to ask him to stay until the end of the festival. ”

The lord thought for a moment, perhaps, if the black-haired spellcaster was killed at the festival, perhaps Talos, the god of storms and the sea, would be glad that he had such a noble sacrifice...... "What are you going to do?" he asked, "How many people are needed?"

"Have your soldiers, or spellcasters, kill, or. At the very least, the few people around him," Naga said, "and I'll take care of the rest." ”

“...... It's not that I don't believe you," the lord said after a moment of silence, "but Naga, you should know that a spellcaster will run fast if he wants to, if you are alone......"

"Specifically, it can't be said that there is only one person. Naga said, "I have my mage, and in a few days there will be something that will help me greatly." ”

"What?"

"My blood. Naga said.

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- Do you feel it?, said the soul of the other world, I always feel uneasy, especially when Naga is close to me.

- Dragon's Blood. The lich said in a nutshell, the dragon blood in her body was near its peak, and it had attracted the dragon blood in me—that time might have been brought sooner.

The soul of the other world hesitated for a moment - if I said something wrong, please don't hit me in the face, it said. You mean the one you have once a month, and she has it too?

- Why should I slap you in the face, the lich replied in astonishment, your poor brains were barely reliable once, but alas, it could not be said to be all right, for for her it was a gift.

--The soul of the other world endured for a moment, and finally swallowed the words that had been brought to his lips. It didn't think the lich would praise his speculation, but the question in its mind was about to overflow—what gift?

- I don't know how much dragon blood she has in her body. But it may only be human blood, and the dragon's bloodline, while also conflicting with humans, will have completely different consequences than mine—I will become weak, and she will become berserk.

――...... It seems a little unfair, the soul of the other world muttered, you lost blood. And she added blood.

The lich didn't understand, but he could sort out what it meant—so to speak.

- She can feel you...... Uh, weak?

- If we had been too close at that time, we would.

- If I were her, said the soul of the other world. I will not let this opportunity go.

- I think so, the lich said.

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Although Naga was unable to smell the unusual scent of the black-haired spellcaster at this time, when she came to convey the will of the Eastern Crown Lord in person, she still showed a look of confusion when she turned around - maybe because the dragon's blood was close to the boiling point, her senses were now several times sharper than usual, maybe it was because there were dragon vein warlocks among the spellcasters on other islands? But they had been sniffed by the Naga as soon as they appeared, and their blood was not as strong as that of the Ryither, and the female warlock soon lost interest, and for these clansmen, who were almost indistinguishable from humans, they were not comparable to a gold coin in her eyes.

No sooner had she left the black-haired caster's house than the caster summoned the thief Glenn into his room, and he handed Glenn a rune disk, which was the size of two hands combined, but surprisingly thick, and when viewed from the side, it was actually seven layers of thin plates overlapped.

Glenn licked his lips nervously, he thought his master was a little crazy - but the bottomless abyss was underneath, and it was exciting!

"This is a rune seal that protects against energy and physical damage, it doesn't need to be broken or twisted, it's triggered. The lich said that he had given Glenn a ring, which was his work, and that his magic had finally recovered to more than half of its original strength, which was the rune seal he had carved on the side island, but had originally intended to leave it to Glenn, and in any case, the thieves had occupied a very important place in his future plans.

Glenn took the ring and immediately put it on his thumb, then bent it into his palm and held it tightly, but after a moment he thought about threading it into a strong Mithril chain, and then hanging it around his neck and inside his shirt, both to avoid being seen and to prevent accidental loss.

"When am I supposed to do this?" the thief asked.

"When you can't see me. Said the lich.

"I know your plan must be perfect," the thief Glenn asked boldly, "but can I know a little about the outcome you want to see?"

The lich gave him a surprised look, he did have a special eye for thieves among the crowd, and perhaps that fueled his curiosity, but it really had nothing to hide: "Do you like side islands?" he asked.

"Like. "The thief said that he was beautiful, rich, peaceful, and that there was no burglar guild - before he had established one.

"Then let it truly belong to us. Said the former undead.

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Ji'er coughed softly.

The sweet smoke she had avoided filled the room, which was large, but it was filled with slave girls like her, beautiful and young, but unfortunately they could not be said to be the best - Ji'er thought she could escape this terrible curse, but she failed, and even though she had the same hair and eyes as her father, she was still mercilessly thrown into the ranks of the sacrifices- For a while, Ji'er even cursed her brother, the former Amos, the current Dada, she couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the messages she sent out that caused her current fate, if he hadn't promised him that he would take her out, let her live like a woman from the outside world, live until her sideburns grow gray hair, she wouldn't have done that, now think about it, why did she promise him? She should have known that it was impossible, and now Amos was just the eunuch Dada, and he had originally planned to become the closest eunuch to their eldest brother's side, and then after the eldest brother became the new lord of the Eastern Crown, he transferred her to the "skillful hand", and then disguised her death, and sent her to a place outside the Dragonfire Islands had already come to naught with the eldest brother's ridicule, how could she still trust him?

More often than not, she couldn't help but cry quietly, as if tears would give her a chance to repent, and she shouted loudly, wanting to exchange Dada's secret for pardon, even if she was to be a "cow and horse", then she could live for at least a few dozen days, and she might not die so painfully—the other slave girls might not know very well, but Ji'er had been with her father for too long, and she knew that the so-called sacrifice to the god of storms and seas was nothing more than a game set up by the lord to satisfy his own lusts and lusts. The servant of the god of the sea refers to the dolphin, while the attendant of the god refers to the shark.

Some people may think dolphins are cute, but no one knows how scary these cute sea creatures look like human toddlers, and human women simply can't bear them, and they will die a slow and painful death due to the rupture of their internal organs - if not, then the aftermath of hungry sharks. (To be continued.) )