The slaves rang the brass bell, and the loud roar obscured everyone's ears - they screamed and laughed, and even forgot everything - The lord watched as the monitor lizard in the form of the Warlock shook its head and threw the hateful thief to the hard ground, the sharp front paws followed, one claw pressed the head of the black-haired spellcaster, while the other pierced into his abdomen, the next step was to tear him in half, his face uncontrollably relieved smile, as if just a few months ago in this vast pillar hall had entertained Cremar and his party, and the side island had generously given to the caster not of him but of his enemy, he felt parched, he grabbed a silver cup in his hand, and swallowed the honey wine along the edge of the cup made of the skull of a twelve-year-old girl, he was too eagerCold mead spilled from his lips and into his beard and chest.

"Would you like to see it a little longer, my respectable master," asked his eunuch, "or can it be over?"

"It's over," replied the lord of the Eastern Crown, the man who was pressed under the paws of the monitor lizard had indeed saved him some trouble, and might have brought him nearly three thousand well-trained soldiers, and now he felt that it might not be impossible to give him a quick death: "Finish, tell Naga to shreds him and throw his bones into the sea with those slaves." ”

The eunuch prostrate himself respectfully, and when his master stepped on his back and returned to the couch, he struck a Mithril Bowl, a strange instrument from Ceris, unique in that it produced a particularly long and delicate sound, and the huge lizard listened to it, and she knew that it was time to end the battle between her and the black-haired spellcaster, but instead of immediately smashing the man under the claws as the lord had hoped, she lowered her head and sniffed like a real creature.

"What is she doing?" said the lord unpleasantly, "does she want to eat him?" The owner of the Eastern Crown shook his nose exaggeratedly, "If so, I would not dare to let her be my wife, I do not want my son's mother to be a man with the same penchant as slaves." ”

"Probably not. The eunuch said, "Lady Naga has a pure and noble bloodline and a good upbringing, and human flesh is very dirty, especially men, she will not like that." ”

"Huh. The lord scratched his chest presumptuously: "Noble blood, the gods are above, she is not even a human! Her body has the blood of a dragon, those evil four-legged reptiles ......"

If it had been put before, even the high eunuch would have had to try to cover up the topic at the risk of being punished and discarded by his master, but for some reason, today he didn't say anything, but quietly listened to the lord's crazy and stupid words that were constantly pouring out. His eyes were very gentle, and there was a little pity.

"But you're still going to make her your son's mother. "Finally the eunuch said, and let her son be your heir, he didn't say it, but he knew that the lord could understand.

The lord let out a long sigh, "This is also something that cannot be helped," he complained, "Since I have refused to allow the priests of Gredi to build a temple of Gredi on my main island, and the abyss is below, they should know that there has not been a single temple on the Dragonfire Islands for hundreds of years. And what if they built the temple, the free people on the island were pitiful, and the slaves, they didn't even belong to themselves. And if I allow Gredi to build a temple on my island, what about Talos, what about Rosada, what about Tyre. What about Flo...... Wait, Flo maybe, okay. Don't look at me like that, my brother, I'm just joking - I've promised them to get a separate island like the priest of Talos, and then build a temple of their goddess on the island, and I'll be responsible for all the expenses and manpower, but what? you know, they're so stubborn - so I can only have one Warlock who believes in Gredy now be the mother of my son, and oh my God, having a Bivis before was enough to give me a headache, and maybe another one after that...... My head is going to explode, what do you think, how likely is a son to inherit his mother's talent?"

"Great," said the eunuch, his attitude very deferential, but what he said was not what the lord wanted to hear, and he smashed the silver cup on the eunuch, but fortunately there was not much liquor in it: "You old dog," the lord scolded affectionately, "you know what to do." ”

"There is no doubt about it. The eunuch said.

"You are the one I trust the most," the lord lowered his voice, "I love you more than my son, and you are going to go to the grave with me." Brother, I remember it all. ”

This was the second time he had mentioned the ironic title of brother, and the eunuch knew that it was because he was about to do something extremely dangerous himself, such as making the warlock who was sniffing the black-haired spellcaster incapable of motherhood. There is no need to speculate, he also knows that once this kind of selfish method is discovered by Naga, he may not even be able to keep his soul in his own hands, but he also knows that for the lord, this is a must, the owner of the Eastern Crown cherishes the authority in his hands more than anyone else, for this he can even hope that those sons who have grown up kill each other to death, how can he endure a woman with a temple behind him to become the mother of his son, maybe as soon as his son is born, he will be bitten to death by a poisonous snake, or inexplicably drowned in his own bath。

But he couldn't kill Naga, a blade that Greday's priests had stabbed into the Eastern Crown, and she made the lord's every breath painful, but as soon as he pulled out the knife, his blood gushed out.

Thinking so, the high eunuch ignored the hatred and contempt in his heart, and kissed the lord's foot with 120,000 gratitude, and the lord retracted his foot when he was about to continue kissing, frowning, "You go and see what is wrong with Naga?" said the lord, "It's been a long time, but Beavis's disciple seems to be still alive." ”

The eunuch propped up and looked at the place shrouded in meager smoke, the body of the monitor lizard was so large that a single head completely enveloped the black-haired spellcaster underneath, they could not see anything, but there were already slaves under the drive of their master to investigate the situation, the precious Mithril hourglass was still flowing, it was not sure if Cremar was really dead, how could their bet fall into the hands of the final winner?

"I'm very optimistic about your new master. Amos absentmindedly touched the jewel on his belt: "If only he could hold on for a while." Then I'm going to get a lot of money, and I think I'll have to thank you, Dada, and if it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have expected him to be tortured enough. He grinded Dada's fingers on the ground viciously, "Maybe you'd like to see another person, our sweet little sister Ji'er? I really want to hear her voice again, who do you guess she will curse in her last moments? you or me? You may not know, although you lost you because of her...... Where it should be," he said, he spoke almost with his throat rather than his tongue, "but it was me that she had found." She wanted me to take her away, but I refused, so that's why she found you. ”

Dada's expression pleased him, he liked it so much that he wanted to ask the mage to cast a spell to freeze it, and he could use it as an ornament in his hall or bedroom, so that he could see it whenever and wherever he wanted.

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"Your smell ......," said the monitor lizard. It/she uses a lingua franca, and the syllables that can only be pronounced by a lizard's tongue with a human-like tongue are quite difficult, and it sounds even more confusing, as if a person is talking underwater. There was a thick gurgling sound and echo, but the dark-haired caster could still understand what it meant, "You," Naga hesitated, and couldn't help but poke out her scarlet tongue, the smell that Cremar hadn't been very clear when she had been scratched by it before. But now, its claws more than a foot long pierced into the caster's abdomen, and at that moment, a large amount of hot blood burst out from between the claws. The smell suddenly became extremely strong.

"You have ...... Dragon's blood," Naga cooed, "and......" She lowered her head, slightly removed her paws, her tongue running over the wound in her abdomen, but her other paw was still vigilantly pressed against the caster's head, so that he could not see or hear very clearly, "It's so strange," she said, with unmistakable confusion in her tone, "Your blood is so thick, even more than mine—I should have sensed it when you set foot on the Dragonfire Islands, but I was unaware— Which dragon do you belong to? Mother, or father?"

"What's in your blood?" she asked, "I can taste it," the monitor lizard's eyelidless eyes rolled in the huge eye sockets, "and your blood ...... No, it's not just elves...... There are a few fewer ...... Human blood, but it's alive and well, more than any human or dragon...... Powerful, what have you done, my people, say your father's or mother's name, and maybe I can spare you from dying. ”

The caster did not answer, the lich knew that this was just a disguise for Naga, and that the dragon warlocks were not without conflict, or rather, they were more cruel to people of the same bloodline, and it was not uncommon for a warlock to kill another warlock or even imprison his soul in a gem to make a currency common in the bottomless abyss, and Naga was being seduced by the power contained in his blood, but unfortunately she was not the strongest, which made her have to consider whether this delicious food would be taken away by other warlocks, and even she herself would be injured and die in the battleSo there's no better way than to swallow the best part of the essence before anyone else notices - maybe she misunderstood, maybe she can get more benefits by keeping him, but so what, who cares about a dead person?

The monitor lizard lowered its head again, and it curled its tongue into a bunch, forming a hollow tube, which was inserted into Cremar's warm abdomen, and the abundant blood and internal organs rushed to her throat, too little, for her current size, the amount of the liquid was like a drop of dew she had sipped when she was still in human form, but the dew was so hot, Naga stretched her tail comfortably, she liked this, every warlock with dragon blood loved the hot climate and hot food.

A slave carefully grasped the rope and hung it down to a distance of about ten feet from the lizard's back, and just as he was about to do something, the lizard turned around sharply, and bit him in two, stretched his neck and swallowed it.

"Evil ......," the lord muttered.

The monitor lizard seemed to hear his complaints, and its ruthless yellow eyes turned to focus on the human male sitting in the most honorable position, and when it stood upright, the triangular head was already able to extend beyond the original ground of the hall, and the mage beside the lord suddenly changed his complexion, and he could be said to have pulled off the brooch with all his strength and threw it to the ground, the gem shattered, and the rune engraved on the base was immediately activated, dodging the monitor lizard's fatal blow for him and the lord and the eunuch on the adjacent low couch. The turquoise acid splattered the ground nearly thirty feet square, and the alabaster hissed in the acid, and it melted away in an instant.

The lord let out a terrible cry, he couldn't even give any orders for a while, his mage rushed over, grabbed him, and tore open a scroll, and the eunuch had already curled up nimbly at the lord's feet, and stabbed a panicked slave girl to death when she tried to lean over, he knew that some teleportation spells were limited by weight, and he didn't dare to let the lord be aware of his presence until the last moment.

The lord's mage was ready to teleport, but the scroll only flashed a white light and fell to the ground like a normal piece of parchment.

The mage took out a rune seal, and the result was the same.

His heart sank, and he looked at his colleague and saw that the latter also had a discarded scroll at his feet.

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And in the midst of the chaos in the halls, hidden in the shadows of the dark and towering rooftops, the real black-haired spellcaster was holding a bone whistle open to his lips, which was Rywitt's, and as to why it was in Kremar's hand, the mage's hand was a good thing.

- Where are you going...... The Otherworldly Soul didn't know how to describe it, because the thing that was being feasted on by the monitor lizards was a skinned deer that they had stolen from the lord's kitchen in advance, and that thing, he had to say in the end, what was in it?

-- Our blood.

- Our blood wouldn't make her so crazy.

-- There is also a secret medicine. The Lich said that there was no way to undo its negative effects for the time being, but it could be done with a little flexibility.

And then there's her dragon blood, which the former undead say is indeed powerful, but the strength of the body and magic does not mean that the soul can have the tenacity to match. (To be continued.) )