"Who are those?" asked Berdwin, "the slaves you bought?"

"Of course not. Leona said with a strange expression: "I haven't bought a group of artists, although ......" When she was still in the royal court, her father, the old king of the Norman in the Highlands, also raised a group of dwarfs- Not the gnomes of the Dragonfire Islands, but deformed little humans, with heads as large as a dustpan and bodies the size of children of four or five years old, who would often giggle and giggle down the corridors, and at banquets they would go under long tables covered with drapery and wait with the dogs for the people to drop their bones, and some of the skilled gnomes would drill into rings of fire, throw knives and dance, and when they danced, they could use their heads against the hard stone ground to make many circles at once, or play some pranks, and each guest could be tricked by them, like burrowing into the skirts of female guests, or pouring vinegar instead of wine into some drunken knight's wine glass, but the dwarf that impressed Leona the most was not one of them, she was a woman, with a sweet voice like a nightingale, which contrasted with her ugly appearance, and when Leona had just returned to the royal court, and could not sleep peacefully at night, she got up quietly and climbed out of the window, but instead of shouting and alarming the others, she picked a small purple flower from the lilac bush beside her and handed it to the bewildered princess。

"Bobo bought it for me. McGee said, and the two of them looked down together, and the dwarf gave a rare sad look: "She wants to make me happy." ”

He shook his head and climbed into his chair, today he wore a fake beard numbered two hundred and eighty-three, the beard was black, but he forgot to apply the ointment, and it looked almost weird.

"But one of the bards said he had met you. McGee said, "Maybe you'd like to meet him." ”

The bard had not taken off his cloak until he had walked up to Berdwin, who stared at him, his pale complexion, the heavy shadows under his eyes, Saltrichen. The brown turban, the tunics, the belt made of countless knotted ropes—all at once brought him back to that cold winter day, and he jumped to his feet, grabbing his broadsword out of pure habit, but his body suddenly lost his balance—he forgot that he had lost his right arm for a long time, but the bard, that is, Rika, did not give him much time to react, and he cast a spell that hit Berdwin directly. The ferocious electricity gnawed at his skin like a wild beast, and with a burning sound, Tyre's former paladin cried, and instead of falling, he bent his knees and pressed his shoulders against the table, which was carved out of alabaster and heavy. But Birdwin only tried once before he pushed it up, and he lunged at the warlock like a shield. But Ricka had a Ryette by her side, and she threw her hands up and cast her spell, and a sticky orb flew towards Baldwin, holding him tightly to the stone table.

A dagger was thrown at Ryette, who turned it to the cheek. But still a few strands of red hair were taken away, and she looked at the enemy, who had the same bright red hair as Ryette, only one more similar to fire and the other more to blood, "Go and call Gavin and Adele." Leona shouted, and then threw an amulet to the ground, and the amethyst embedded in the Mithril amulet shattered, and the spell hidden inside rose with the wind, and a wall of flames as high as three people separated her, Birdwin, and the two enemies - McGee jumped out of his chair when the accident happened, and fled without looking back, but he heard Leona's cry, so he immediately went to Gavin.

Gavin was with the knights, and Cremar generously gave them the entire fortress and the southern wing of the palace, where there was a courtyard as wide as a square, and in the warm weather all day long, the knights took off their upper clothes, and the sun of the Dragonfire Islands transformed those pale skins into the color of wheat and olives in a few days, and when the gnomes rushed in, they were doing a kind of exercise that could be said to be both training and refurbishing their armor— The knights put their chain mail into tightly woven linen bags with the sea sand, and then attached the sea sand, The chain mail and the bag are thrown into the air together, and then catch, and then thrown, and then catch, and the sea sand inside the bag will rub the chain mail, and every small ring is polished, and the heavy sandbag has also become a good assistant for training, because they have been in exile before, they have not trained like this for a long time, and there are several knights because of their rusty hands, and the sandbags are not fastened tightly, and when they throw the sandbags into the air, the sea sand and a whole set of chain mail give them a heavy blow to the head, and being whipped by the chain mail is still a trivial matter, and the sea sand enters the eyes, the ears and nose are much more annoying, and the others laugh while laughing, as he walked over and brought water from the edge of the courtyard that was originally used for washing and drinking, and helped them wash away the sand from their bodies.

"What?!" Gavin was the first to stand up, and McGee didn't look like he had come to watch the training.

"Enemy, enemy!" McGee shouted, and behind him appeared two tricorneous men dressed in two suits, their hands flashing with a reflection of metal, and as they raised their crossbows, Gavin's spell arrived, the first spell was to erect a wall of sand to block the bolts that were almost hitting McGee's back, and the second spell summoned a number of black tentacles that caught the two men at once.

"One mage, no, two mages caught Birdwin and Leona!" McGee exclaimed, "and they dressed up as entertainers." One male, one female. ”

The knights grabbed the chainmail and broadsword, "Wait a minute!" Gavin shouted, but it was too late, and one of the knights was hit by the acid, and his wails stopped abruptly, because the acid had corroded his entire face: "Don't go head-to-head with the caster." Gavin sternly reprimanded, these knights had only fought against orcs before, even if the orcs had priests of Kawuha, but the latter was more accustomed to "blessing" their warriors, that is, praying for the messenger of Kawuhae to descend on the orc warriors, or summoning beasts and poisonous insects, but rarely prayed for divine magic that could directly harm and kill the soldiers, maybe because it was not worth it, but this made the knights of Thundercastle have almost no experience in facing a spellcaster alone- The previous battle on the side island may have involved the caster, but by the time the soldiers rushed to the pirates, the battle between the casters had already ended.

A spell that might not be so evil fell on a knight. It had done something even more terrible than an evil spell could have done - the knight's chainmail and broadsword had melted, and they were crawling and flowing over his body like living creatures, "Throw them away," Gavin shouted as he searched for tiny gaps as he prepared the spell, "Get rid of them!" But the knight couldn't do it, his chainmail and broadsword melted into a shiny liquid that wrapped tightly around his body several times. When the spell failed, it was as if he was bound by a steel python, he couldn't breathe, and the other knights tried to pull it apart with their hands or branches, and finally even slashed with their broadswords at the expense of hurting their companions, but the chain mail and weapons provided to them by Cremar were all made of steel, and before they could pull one of them apart, the knight died of suffocation.

They were so focused that they didn't even have a chance to raise their arms to resist when a huge fireball hit them. The fireballs melted steel, and before that, the valiant knights had turned into charred bones and wisps of smoke.

Gavin's eyes were red, they had been in exile for so long, they had suffered so much torture and injury, they had endured humiliation and curses unimaginable to ordinary people, every knight who could get here was a person who had been kissed on the forehead by the god of life, they didn't deserve to die here. Die at the spells of the mages, O gods. Even if their fate is destined to be so, then let them return to the Normans of the Highlands, return to Castle of Thunder, and die on the walls of the walls, for the king and people of the Normans of the Highlands, instead of being burned here like mustard by strange enemies.

"A mage. "But not the black-haired spellcaster, didn't they say he's still on the island?"

"His friends are here, and he will never hide. Ryette said, cautiously taking a step back. Her mood was indescribably happy when she slaughtered ordinary people who couldn't see the magic galaxy, but after seeing Gavin, her expression was not so good: "This is the mage of the Normans of the Highlands. She said that a spell was gathering momentum in her hands, and the surviving knights, with Gavin's help, scattered, silent, no roaring or cursing, but the silence was more oppressive than shouting.

"Tell me where Cremar is?" said Rywitt aloud.

"He's not on the side island. Gavin said, "What about Leona and Berdwin?"

"Those two?" said Rywitt with a wicked grin, "I've invited them to my tower - ask Master Cremar to welcome back your friend, and wherever he is, tell him to take with him something that doesn't belong to him." She paused slightly: "Maybe two, tell him and he will understand." ”

After she finished speaking, she threw the spell in her hand suddenly, and a darkness suddenly appeared between them, and the sound of the knights wielding broadswords suddenly enveloped the entire clearing, Gavin shouted loudly, fortunately, the knights have undergone countless training and training in this area, even if the darkness is as thick as the sorrow in their hearts now, they can still do it without harming their companions, but the lives that have been sacrificed can no longer be recovered.

They followed McGee to the place where Leona and Berdwin were before, originally Berdwin was going to train with them, but only the sandbag throwing training Berdwin could not join it for the time being, after all, the weight of the sandbag is very amazing, and Berdwin can grasp it with one hand, but it is easy to lose his balance, so he has always trained the stump in this small greenhouse according to the requirements of the dwarf, according to McGee, whether the stump is strong and sensitive, will directly affect the use of the quicksilver prosthesis.

The beautiful and quiet little greenhouse was in shambles, and Gavin looked around to see that Leona, the Norman princess of the Highlands, and Berdwin, the former lord of Thundercastle, had been taken away, leaving no trace.

"Where did those artists come from?"

McGee hesitated, "It was my fiancée who bought it for me," he said in a weak voice, "she wants to make me happy, and I," he spread his hands weakly, "I want to make His Highness happy." ”

"Two spellcasters. Gavin said, "I should probably be glad they're here for what Cremar has in his hands." "If it was an assassination, then they had succeeded.

"If those two things were given to them, would they release Leona and Birdwin?" asked McGee.

"No, it won't. The answer to this question was none other than Adelle, who had hurried back from the field after discovering the anomaly, his priest's white robe pulled up and stuck in his belt, his leggings rolled up above his knees, barefoot, his gray hair was disheveled, and he looked embarrassed, but no one would care about it now: "The bounty of Baldwin and Leona has never been revoked, and they are afraid that it will be difficult for them to give up easily......"

"I know that woman," said one of the knights, who remembered the image of Reette in the battle on the seashore, especially when she stood with the sea devil. "The last time she attacked the side islands with the Sea Devil and the Golden Lady. He remembered that she had left with Drake.

"She's with Drake. ”

"Drake must know who she is," Adel said, "she's a warlock, and she may have been hired by Drake." ”

"So are we going to ask Drake?"

The knights looked at each other, who is going? Drake is a pirate, and his lair is thousands of miles away on the island of the Azores.

"We don't have to go to him. Gavin said, "Let him come to us," he stroked the dimensional bag around his waist, "He's a pirate, and gold is always the sweetest bait for a pirate." ”

"I'm here to contact Cremar and Kerryburn. Adair said.

Adel and Gavin split up, but what he didn't expect was that the work he thought he would be able to complete first would be told that it had failed at the beginning - the Silvercrown Jungle had been cut off from all communication and communication three days earlier, and the wandering elves had returned to the Silvercrown Forest, the Locks had been fully opened, and the embankment on the Starlight River was in a semi-stagnant state. (To be continued.) )