readx;? The Grand Duke of Tiran was a knight, and although he was not loyal to any of the gods, he still had a small black iron scale resembling an ornament in his room, and a tapestry with patterns of laurel leaves and starlight. Woking and even Kranvo and other gods gave gold coins and clothing to the temple, and they would give generously when they met the priests of Ilmot, but he knew very well in his heart that he was not a devout believer, and he didn't know if he would be able to hear the calls of the gods once he went to the mourning wasteland, just like when he wanted to ask the priests of the temple for help, he might not be able to get their help He got up from behind his desk and walked around the room restlessly, before tonight, he thought he still had time, or a way, but the Grenada came so quickly, like a whirlwind in the desert, and in an instant it had swept every inch of his land, and perhaps his capital, but the Grand Duke knew that this calm would not last long. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Do you have a way to take my daughter?" said the Grand Duke looking at his uncle wistfully. Having lost his country, he was not willing to live as a lowly commoner, and his wife should have been willing to be by his side, but his daughter, if she could be delivered to a trustworthy person, and enough gold coins as a dowry, she could still live in peace in an unknown place.

"The Grenadians have limited the use of teleportation-type spells. His uncle, an old red-robed man, walked out to the window, in the boundless darkness, but he seemed to be able to find his enemies in the thick nightmarish shadows: "Their mages and warlocks weave a web that can envelop the city and the surrounding wilderness, Your Highness," he said cruelly, "and your blood must be cut off so that they can guarantee that no one will organize resistance in your name." ”

"But Bell is only a girl," the Grand Duke strively argued, "a girl who is not at all worthy of their attention, she has no inheritance, and even if she is alive, she will not hinder anyone." ”

"It is a fault to shed your blood," said the warlock, "and I am afraid that I will not escape my fate." ”

"Don't the Grenada people always treat spellcasters favorably?" said the Grand Duke, "as long as you are willing to offer your allegiance to them and kneel at the feet of that 'mother,' I don't think they will mind your name." ”

His uncle shook his head, "Before, perhaps," he said, "they probably have more than thirty spellcasters, and all of them are battle mages and warlocks, you know, they came here to reap their lives." ”

"Their words, then, are not to be trusted," said the Grand Duke, "since they only want to see death, and perhaps they are only deceiving and intimidating our uncle, is it possible for us to ......?"

"No way. ”

"We have tens of thousands of soldiers and three thousand knights," said the Grand Duke, "and they have only a thousand." ”

"A thousand elves mounted on the Hippogriff and the Dinosaur," said the Warlock, "do you know how they got here in a matter of days through most of the Duchy......? Their casters rode on top of the eagle-headed sphinx, a beast that could both fly and bite, their claws were sharper than daggers, and there was little that could fly but the dragon, and the warlocks and spells threw spells down from the beast, the height that the sphinx could reach, both to ensure that the arrows of the ballista could not touch their fur, and to ensure that the power of magic was exploded to the maximum, and the soldiers and knights could only run and dodge the walls, but there was no way to dodge the flames, lightning, After the resistance on the walls of the walls was gone, the dinosaurs would climb the walls with their knights, whose claws were not inferior to those of the sphinx, and they could leave deep grooves in the stone bricks with a single grasp, and they climbed the walls like apes, and like their masters, each dinosaur was covered with black iron and steel armor, and no spear could pierce into it, and the sword would break on it. Our soldiers need to be wary of the minions of wild beasts in addition to Grenadan weapons, to whom the human body is a brittle parchment. No matter how many soldiers we have," he said, "it is only a matter of time for them, and the final outcome will not change." ”

"You should have left earlier. In fact, his courtiers had advised them to abandon the capital and leave the city, but the Grand Duke refused, admitting that he had a sense of luck and that he valued his dignity more than his life.

"And then, I'm a spellcaster," said the warlock, "but I'm only a human being, and maybe we do have demons or a part of the devil in our blood, but I think they must be very low-proportioned, and I have no interest in a person, without a country or family, dying alone, and having no intention of becoming an immortal, and I want to be with you." ”

The Grand Duke smiled dejectedly, and he and his uncle ...... The relationship cannot be said to be very harmonious, after all, both of them are very stubborn, he never thought that one day he would shed tears for his uncle, but when this day really came, he hoped that it would never come.

"Will they really keep their promises?"

"We don't have a choice. The warlock said, "There are two endings, one, we resist at all costs and then we are slaughtered by the Grenadas, or some slaves are left, and second, we give up resistance and open the gates, and our people will still be slaves, but at least they will not have to die tonight." Either way, we'll have to welcome a messenger from Cranvo to take us to mourn the wasteland. He paused, "No, it's different," he said, "I think we can leave more quickly and pleasantly if we are willing to give up our lives on our own, and I have heard that Grenada's army is fond of planting their captives on the flagpole," the old caster made a witty gesture: "From ass to mouth, like roast chickens." ”

The Grand Duke glared at him.

"Why do you think the little devil's master would do this?"

"There could be something that made him need a lot of slaves. The warlock said, "Who knows?"

"Well," said the Grand Duke, who was no longer so troubled when he learned of his fate, "but I don't think this decision is for me to make," he said, returning to his desk, "let my people decide their course for themselves." ”

The little devil Asmodeus had been keeping an eye on the movements of the Grand Duke's mansion, and he saw several fast horses carrying the knights rushing out of the inner city wall and into the streets, wearing cloaks embroidered with the coat of arms of the Grand Duke, holding torches, and grim faces.

The knights rode to the place where the people were gathered, and when the battle was about to begin, no one would go to sleep in peace, everyone was dressed very neatly, and when the knights shouted, they all got up, some from their beds, some from their chairs, some from straw, some from the cold, damp ground, and they flocked to the little square formed by the intersection of the cross streets, where the knights read to them the will of the Grand Duke as they had done every time, but this time the people could not believe what they had heard, and they hurriedly exchanged their ears, and some of them insisted on a duel with the Grenadas, and some of them immediately hesitated, especially the outcasts, who had seen the knights and monsters with their own eyes.

But they didn't have much time to discuss and consider, and the Grenadas only left them one night, and when the morning light shone through the dark blue sky and the stars set, they were about to attack.

About a hundred miles from the city, Grenada's legions were stationed in a small town, not so much a small town as a manor house designed to manage the hills and plains. The main building of the manor is a row of fifty rooms, the interior decoration is not luxurious but very comfortable, it happens to be used by the Grenada to house their captain and spellcaster on the third floor, and it is also the middle room of the highest floor, the most extravagant and spacious, undoubtedly belonging to the black-haired dragonborn, it was late at night, as a spellcaster he should have rested a long time ago, but he still had one more thing to deal with.

A small meeting of only four captains and representatives of the spellcasters, as well as Cremar and his little devil Asmodeos, the Grey Robe declined the invitation, she didn't care what they were going to do, she only obeyed Cremar's orders anyway. As for the other possible opponents, the two captains and their team members still owe Cremar a large sum of money on the surface, given that their mounts are bound to have a big carnival after the fall of the walled city and the city, although the captain of the dragonclaw does not have to endure the oppression of unscrupulous merchants, the vast majority of the casters are in the dragon's teeth, and the dinosaur is still on the recipe of the Hippogriff, he does not want to be suddenly affected by the spell of a mage or a warlock on the battlefield, or swallowed by a griffin with a human mount, so he wisely keeps silent, as for the dragon thorns, they are the least numerous, and the captain only smiles on such occasionsAlthough the smile was a little reluctant, the lich could accept it, and in any case, one of his most powerful subordinates had unfortunately died at the hands of the leader of the walled city, and this was the only unpleasant news so far, and the rest, not even the Hippogriffin and Dinosaurus were damaged.

There are some downsides to following this highness, such as that they can no longer sleep in the blood and water as before, and they often feel a little elbow when fighting, but there are also good points, if the rate of loss can be maintained at a very low rate, as they expected, then when their armies merge with the other branches, they will not only not be swallowed up, but will also swallow up the remnants of the other armies, and become stronger and more complete, then in that greatest battle, they will also have the most brilliant victory。

"Will the humans answer?" asked one of the warlocks, skeptically. He didn't think that being a slave would keep those mortals alive for much longer.

"If I were the Grand Duke of Tiran," said one of the knight captains, "I would conceal this offer, and tell my people that the Grenadians would kill us all without leaving us alone, or burn the least of the entire capital, and would not be so lonely when we went to the Wasteland of Mourning." ”

"I hope he doesn't make the same choice as you," the lich said nonchalantly, "We need time." ”

"Even if there is a need for war," continued the captain of the knights of Dragonclaw, "our speed will ensure that you will be the first to come to the feet of the red dragon." "He's very clever in his wording, it can be a compliment, it can be a show of loyalty, or you can take it as a provocation.

"Without any surprises. To his surprise, the black-haired Dragonborn affirmed this, "I'm sure you can do it, and it won't be too difficult." He said calmly: "But this is my decision, do you have any objections?"

The captain blinked, it was clear that Cremar's usual mildness had made him let his guard down, and he immediately lowered his head and knelt down to show his submission, he had no doubt at all, if he really dared to raise any objections stupidly, Dragonclaw would have to change a squad leader This is the law of Grenada, and when facing someone stronger than you, all you have to do is obey and be obedient.

At this point, he sincerely hoped that the humans would be a little stupid, if they attacked first or still wanted to resist...... He could almost imagine how gloomy their Highness's expression would become, and he just had to laugh in his heart.

But he was doomed to be disappointed, the deepest darkness had just left, and the drawbridge of the capital of Tiran was slowly lowered, and the heavy sound of it falling on the ground was like the sound of the hearts of the people in the capital of Tiran, and it was supposed to be the soldiers who lowered the drawbridge, but they had already taken off their leather armor and put down their spears, and it looked like a commoner, the Grand Duke of Tiran had considered whether they would become the flesh of the Grenadas because they gave up resistance if they continued to be soldiers.

But some were still wearing armor, and although their weapons were left at their feet, they clearly preferred to die as a warrior.

The streets were neatly lined with chests, full of coins and silks, and other things of value, and the people were silent and weeping in low voices, and they were arranged separately according to the requirements of the Grenada, men and women, and as much clothing as they could, and it was not very cold now, but it was conceivable that the Grenada would not prepare a change of clothes for their slaves. (To be continued.) )