readx;?“ Is it possible to shake the foundations of the walls?"

"It's hard," said one of the warlocks, who was not a Grenada, because he had a quarter of the gnome blood and was unusually tall and impressive, but the other quarter of the devil's bloodline made him unable to be a powerful spellcaster, but he was able to combine the gnome's talents to make him particularly sensitive to construction or machinery: "The walls are based on rock formations, and in the beginning, the priests of the dwarves should have summoned the earth elementals, and their bodies were solidified to a depth of about forty or fifty feet—you should be able to see it," He said meaningfully, after all, the earth elemental summoned by the priests of Greday still had a camp between Grenada and the kingdom of Longshan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Tian Lai Novel.2

There is also the moat, after the collapse of the earth elemental creatures, their bodies are shattered in the ground and the river, and the turbulent water constantly pushes the loose gravel and soil, it may only take a day, or two days, and the remains of the earth elemental creatures will not be left too much, at least they will not pose any threat to the people of the Longshan Kingdom.

"And can the priests summon more earth elementals?" said another warlock.

"This needs to be asked by His Highness. His companion said, and all the warlocks fell silent, and the highness they were talking about was, of course, the young red dragon, and no one in the legion could command these unruly women except the red dragon.

"Alright," the faint one of them clapped his hands, "let's try it and see if we can bring some cute little gifts to our enemies." ”

"We don't have a lot of time. A mage reminded.

"You'll be amazed at how far they spread. Said the warlocks.

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"I think I have to thank the lady for the reminder. Almost at the same time, in another tent, the black dragonborn said.

"That's probably the most dangerous enemy you'll ever face. Mullen said that he had come on the orders of his lover and mentor, after all, they were in the service of His Highness, and although it was said that if Cremar had unfortunately lost his life in the internal strife or earlier, as a disciple of a lich and a disciple of a disciple, they would not have been treated too harshly, but if they could, the Lady in Grey Robe was not prepared to change masters so quickly.

That wouldn't be my most dangerous enemy, the lich thought, and my most dangerous enemy was either in the royal capital of Grenada or in the Seventy-Seven Islands. The message that Mullen brought didn't help him in any way, he wasn't stupid enough to be ignorant of the Red Dragon's malice, and the Red Dragon's pawn was one of his bargaining chips, of course, he wouldn't tell Mullen about these things.

"As a token of my gratitude," said the Black Dragonborn, "please tell the Grey-robed Lady beside you that her comrades are robbing her of her opportunities." ”

Mullen waited for a while, and then realized that this highness would not explain everything to the extent of detail, but with a small reminder, the gray-robed lady could search and probe on her own.

As he thought, the Grey-robed Lady did not ask too much questioning, she thought for a moment before leaving the tent, and about the time Mullen had boiled a pot of tea from the Seris, she reappeared beside him, her face as pale as that of the dead also tinged with a meager shade of blood, and looked rather triumphant.

"Don't you want to ask me?" asked Mullen's mentor.

"If only I could know. ”

"Of course you know," said the gray-robed lady, snuggling lightly into Mullen's arms, no different from an ordinary girl, "It's over. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Plague," the Grey-robed Lady looked up and stroked Maren's beautiful chin with her palm, her voice as low and soft as all the spellcasters, but again, it had little to do with tenderness: "We have spread the plague. ”

Mullen's throat tightened all at once.

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The priest of Ilmot walked in the dark, his eyes shining, and the god of suffering allowed him to act in the darkness as if it were day.

He also carried a cloth bag full of dandelions, a soup made from this plant that effectively removed poison from the teeth of orcs and goblins and prevented them from festering, but a faint voice stopped him in his tracks, and the priest looked at the messy bushes. By the time Grenada's legions appeared on the horizon, the inhabitants and serfs who lived in front of the city-states and walls, which were scattered like pearls on the heights, had migrated to the city-states, taking everything with them, from wheat to dried meat, from babies to old men, and they should not have left a single child in this place without food or heat, but the voice did sound like a very small child crying weakly.

The bushes were not far from the path, the priest walked over to check, and was relieved to see that it was not a baby he thought, but a big cat, perhaps affected by the human war, its body was covered with bloody wounds, especially the one from the back to the hips, almost deep bones, the priest hesitated, if it was usual, he would have been willing to save this tenacious life, but now, his magic is undoubtedly extremely precious.

But he could stop the big cat's pain, and the priest bowed his head and said a short prayer - he thought the big cat was dying, but he was still viciously bitten by it when he ended its life.

The big cat's teeth were like a sharp little saw, but they were nothing to the priest of Ilmut, who prayed that the wounds from his self-flagellation would be worse than that. He and his companions gathered at the wounded's side, prayed and healed them, boiled herbs or mixed potions, and could have been busy for many days, so he was surprised and displeased when he realized that he was a little overwhelmed.

Ilmot's followers tried to stand up, but as soon as he looked up he felt like vomiting, and he turned his head sideways so as not to get out of hand, and as he tore a dried mint leaf and stuffed it under his tongue, he straightened against the wall beside him as he felt better- An apprentice priest from Rosada tried to help him, but the priest of Ilmut lost control, he vomited on the apprentice's body, and even some splashed on the child's face, the old priest was ashamed and anxious, and he heard the child screaming.

But isn't it, he would have screamed if he had been replaced, he looked at the apprentice apologetically, only to see in horror that the child's face was almost covered by the splatters of blood, he looked down at himself, in the poor light, the color of the blood was almost indistinguishable from vomit, but he smelled blood.

After that, he didn't know anything.

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