The newborn dryad shook the branch restlessly, and the warlock who passed it looked up suspiciously, but saw nothing but the silver leaves, and out of the usual caution of the Grenada, his pet flew out of his robes, and quickly circled them a few times before resting on the dryad's branch, "There are no enemies. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The little devil squeaked and replied: "Nothing." "Its claws pierce into the bark of trees - people often misunderstand that trees don't feel pain and don't have emotions, but not only tree spirits, but even ordinary trees have the same feelings and memories as humans, but they have to grow long ago to develop childlike intelligence and understand what is happening in themselves and the outside world, which is why druids don't "ask" young trees in the wilderness - But when necessary, they also give birth to plants, which are born with the same ignorant minds as young children, but they seldom do so, because it is also an extremely crude interference with nature.

At the feet of the dryad, there were three or four staggered trees, one of them was also a new dryad, how painful it was to be cut by the sharp wind blade, not to mention, the warlock's venom corroded its roots, it could no longer sprout new shoots in the spring, but the dryads only silently endured, they were still small, but they could already understand the task entrusted to them by the old dryads, it showed no signs of being a dryad, it was silent and helpless like ordinary trees, the still standing dryads could still feel a trace of life in their companions, but they also slowly disappeared with the passage of time。

The knights' dinosaurs felt a little itchy with their tails, and they leaned against the tree, rubbing them up and down a few times, and the little devil on the branch (it looked like a bat with eight arms) screamed and cursed, and when it jumped from the branch, it was still spitting at the dinosaur, and some of the spit dripped on the branch, and immediately corroded a large hole, and the dryad was almost about to scream, and it waved the branch, causing the warlock to look up a second time, and luckily a night owl happened to scream and fly.

"Does this tree need to be cut down?" said the knight, slashing his sword as a branch as thick as a baby's wrist fell.

The dryad remained motionless.

"Reserve your strength," said the warlock impatiently, "and we have a long way to go." ”

The dryads waited, and they finally left, and then the other people walked by it, and the branches shook slightly—the trees could not speak, but the branches and leaves could secrete pheromones that only their own kind could accept, and they could carry very little information, so little that it was only a few words for humans—they were one after the other, like ripples on the sea, and they could finally move here after so long, and the dryads could finally move after so long. It shook the canopy, and hundreds of leaves fell, and then its body, forward, and backward, and the soil beneath its feet gradually loosened, and then, one of its delicate roots was pulled out, and then another, until all the roots had been pulled out, and the newborn dryad stood in place, leaning on the roots, thoughtfully.

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"I smell it," said the young female red dragon, "the smell of those pointy-eared hybrids." ”

"They're right here. Her brother confirmed.

The three red dragons had a slight entanglement, because they all wanted to break the last barrier of the Singh elves, and in the end it was the female who won the honor, the female dragon was always bigger and stronger than the male dragon, and she was born fifty years before them, fifty years may not be a lot in the long life of the dragon, but in the way of the dragon, these fifty years happened to cleverly cross a vague dividing line.

The female red dragon transformed into a human form and landed on the back of one of her brothers, she clenched the runes and began to chant lengthy incantations, and the dragon's magic, enveloping the dragon's remaining power, swept through the forest.

The Grenadas and orcs who were still in the forest heard a screech, and the wind sliced through the silvercrown like a sharp blade, not only the leaves, but also some of the more dry and thin branches, which rolled and jumped in the wind, and whipped at the other trees and everything that stood in their way. Then they felt a wave of agitation for no apparent reason, and Gersh opened his palm, and found that there were cracked wounds in the palm of his hand, but the blood that flowed was so small - the bird fell from the sky, the beast fled and fell to the ground, a bird that might have been a lark or something fell to the ground with a snap, and the orc held down his frantically beating heart, and leaned down to pick it up, and as soon as he got his hands on it, he found that the bird was as light as cotton wool, and when it was torn open, Gersh found that its internal organs were all cowering.

Gersh moved his lips to say something, but found that his tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth, and when he tore it off, the blood left Gersh's mouth full, and the king of orcs did not hesitate to stride a thousand, grab a small raccoon dog that died not far away, twist its neck, and drink its blood, but it was also much less than expected, as if there was a greedy needle that sucked all their blood clean.

The orc priests began to chant incantations, and they probably noticed something strange before Gersh, the air was burning, and every breath felt like the ashes of a charcoal fire sinking into their nostrils and lungs.

After that, the orcs and the Grenadas heard a sound like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and they found it, and the red dragons found the court of the elves!

It's hard to say if it's an order or not, but at that moment, the elves' enemies could feel the blood boiling, and no one like them, Grenada or Orc, knew what it meant—even the wind from the Whirling Plains was almost obliterated by the horrible and abominable cries, and the red dragon was condescending, and hundreds of distinct waves could be seen in the dense forest—each of which symbolized a warlock, mage, or priest, and the knights and orcs behind them. Spellcasters are no longer stingy with their powers, scrolls, and runes, and it doesn't matter, they can now pay several times or more after the Elven court is captured.

The powerful force from the rune fragments forced the invisible barrier to reveal the clues, at first it may have been just a small crack, but under the guidance of the red dragon, the power of the runes pierced into the crack like a drill, "Help me!" the red dragon's daughter shouted. Her twin brothers chanted different incantations at the same time, and the thunderous dragon language echoed above the elven court, intertwined with the power of the rune fragments, mercilessly tearing at the last line of defense of the Singer elves, and as the barrier shattered, a brilliant light covered the entire forest in an instant.

A violent shockwave shook the forest, and Grenada's dinosaurs, knights and their spellcasters, and orcs were all tossed and fell to the ground, their internal organs damaged, some of them once injured, or the more fragile orcs and mages who died instantly, and some who were in dire need of potions and healing.

Before the barrier shattered, the warning signs in their hearts urged the two male red dragons to close their eyes, not only the tough outer eyelids, but also the three layers of transparent inner eyelids, or instantaneous membranes, but there was still a sharp light piercing their eyes like arrows, blood flowing from the red dragon's golden eyes, the red dragon's massive body fell from the sky, and then when it was about to touch the top of the tallest silver-crowned tree, magic carried them into the air again, and the powerful flapping membranous wings allowed them to escape further.

"We seem to have forgotten something. One of the Red Dragon Brothers said with a shudder.

"Sunglasses?"

"No," said the questioner with a dejected head, "our sister." ”

The young female red dragon was almost the first to bear the brunt, and when she fell from the sky with a scream, she was still in human form, but when she fell in the middle of the jungle, she turned back into a dragon- It was just a terrible dragon, its scales and armor were glued together as if it had melted, its flesh was charred and its eyes were scorched and white, and anyone who looked at it knew that the eyes were completely ruined, and there were holes everywhere on the membranous wings, and the places that had been pierced by the crossbow arrows were torn in half, and it seemed that it could no longer lift its neck, and the huge dragon head looked so hideous, but if, I mean, if you found that it couldn't even move a little, it didn't seem so intimidating.

It tried to stand up, but the hard silver-crowned wood pierced its lungs, sending a large amount of pink foam pouring out of her nose and fangs.

But this result, for anyone other than her, there seemed to be nothing bad, the fall of the red dragon seemed to be the last fine grass crushed on the barrier, and with the violent shock, the royal court of the elves was finally exposed to countless pairs of greedy eyes.

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"Greetings to you," Gülen said with a smile and a deep bow, "My Highness," he paused slightly, "perhaps it should be said...... Your Majesty. ”

"It's too early. Leona spoke briefly, gesturing for Gülen to sit down, but she wouldn't deny it, she was now the only member of the Norman royal family, and she was the only Hyde left before her children were born, "What is this?"

"A gift. Gülen said. He turned the little box to the princess, and opened it with his own hands.

Leona lowered her eyes, she knew what it was before she saw it, the strange smell of salt and lime usually only appeared on the skull that needed to be preserved, but she remembered for a while, she remembered that this seemed to be a human dwarf courtier of her father, the Norman king, after the death of the old king, he became the courtier of the new king, won John's appreciation with his vile methods and vicious heart, and tried to seize a knight's territory with the power of King John, after discovering the orcs, he was the first to escape with the mage given by the new king, and before escaping, he did not forget to put the knight who came to report the enemy in prison。

Leona had listened to the sir's widow and child, but three days earlier, Berdwin had exterminated the orcs who had tried to invade the city, and returned with him as the surviving and heir's wife - even if it was only a shameless courtier, he was a courtier of the Norman king, and no one but Leona could judge him and give him the punishment he deserved - only by that time the abominable monkey had fled to a place where they could not find it for the time being.

Three days ago, Gülen hadn't even been able to set foot here - the leader of the thieves was demonstrating the power of his capital, his thieves, his assassins, and his guild.

"What's the name of your guild?" asked the princess, closing the lid of the box.

"Silver fingers, thorns, fine nets, and whatever," Gülen said, "I think there are too many guilds, so I ......"

"So......" Gülen said, "I'm not going to have a new union on this land." ”

"You're going to inherit the Silver Finger. ”

"Capture the Silver Finger. Gülen said, "But no one can be so kind to let me inherit anything, my damn father has not been seen since my mother was pregnant, I think he must be a bastard, if I have inherited anything, it is probably his skill, my mother said he was also a thief," the young thief triumphantly pressed the dagger around, so that the princess could look at his new and expensive clothes:" But I'm much better than him, he's just a wandering thief without a guild, and I, I'm about to own a whole guild. ”

"You're doing well in Jianjaw Harbor?"

"Standing in front of you is none other than the leader of the thieves of Sharp Jaw Harbor. Gülen emphasized, "The only one. ”

Leona could understand what he meant, and the Razores might now only have a "Silver Finger" rogue.

The princess smiled genuinely, she needed such a person, the baroness was too weak in her nets, too narrow in her face, and she couldn't get information from just one place.

She was about to say something when the closed door suddenly opened.