The ferocious, merciless whipping woke Ostar. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The red-robed warlock was in a trance as he looked up, and then he received another fierce whip, which struck him from his left forehead to the right corner of his mouth, and although he closed his eyes in time, his eyeballs were bruised, and tears and blood flowed out. "Don't look up," said an indifferent voice, "sinner." ”

Ostal bowed his head obediently, and even for a moment, he could already see his environment, which was Grenada's prison for warlocks and mages. The walls, floors, and top were covered in black iron, and his fingers and ankles were twisted back with heavy shackles, made of chromium-doped steel, a rare metal that, in addition to not rusting and shiny, added strength and inertia to magic - some might find it strange that shackles were justified on the ankles, but why were the shackles on the fingers? Not because the price of them was almost equal to that of gold, of course When a mortal or warrior has his hands shackled by ordinary shackles, it may be difficult for him to make any resistance, but not necessarily for a spellcaster, except for the special finger cuffs that are specially prepared for spellcasters, which look like small rings of five that are held together in groups of five, and the fingers are forced to cinch when they are put into it, and the pinched fingers cannot make even a single gesture, nor can they crush rune gems or tear open scrolls.

His mouth was bloody, and his tongue was pierced between his upper and lower jaws by a small iron ball with a thorn, and it swollen uneasily, but it was still there, and Ostal breathed a sigh of relief at the sight.

The executioner continued to give him dozens of lashes before walking away, Ostahl waited patiently, expecting the executioner to leave the prison and give him some temporary freedom, he needed to understand what had happened to him - he remembered that he seemed to be in the far north, fighting with stinking elves, gnomes and humans, and a group of stupid frost giants for the vault left by the silver dragon, with the disciples of the half-lich Ederna of the Seventy-Seven Islands. The latter sent some dead frost giants into the cave, and perhaps the mutilated winter wolves and ogres - Ostal had no doubt that he would be able to achieve the final victory, although it might be only partially, but what did he see? He had always wondered why those men would allow a priest of Frow to be a burden to them, and now he finally understood that even a dragon could not stand up to a god, although "she" Having to be confined to a human body, Ostal must admit that they may not be as reckless and ignorant as he thinks.

The problem was that the woman was perhaps quite respectable in terms of strength, but not so admirable in terms of mind, she failed to control the key to the lock, but instead made it angry and confused, and all of them were swept into a deep black vortex, after which, Ostal didn't know what happened to the others, but he did lose consciousness.

So, how long had he been unconscious?a day, or a day, or a month, or a year?and who brought him back?"Illusion," Ostahl said in his mind, recalling his conversation with Ederna's disciple before the vortex appeared, "it was the illusion of the silver dragon. He repeated to himself, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, nothing knew the horror of illusion better than the red-robed mage who loved to play with body and soul the most- Ostahl's mentor once tied a mortal to a dark room, and then played tricks and made some flashes on his fingers, telling him that there would be a few little devils who would take turns biting his wrists and drinking his blood, in fact, he just put a few harmless bats inside, and after one night, when he opened the door, the mortal was dead, dead of fear and blood loss, and the only damage he had suffered was the light marks of the bats on his bare skin, or they would take a red-hot soldering iron close to the place where the victim could not see, and replace it with a cold soldering iron, but the place that was touched was just as swelling and festering, emitting a scorching smell, and Ostar had seen in an old book a vicious leader of thieves with four magic daggers that when they were thrown they looked like there were a dozen or so, some real and some illusionary, but each of his enemies would be wounded or killed because he couldn't tell them apart.

If what was happening to him now was an illusion, then Ostal had to pay the guardian of this place a tribute that belonged only to the caster, it was so real that he could smell the rust of metal and blood, and he could feel the light and the slight wind, and as for the pain and itching, needless to say, he also felt thirst and hunger, the kind that lasted for many days- Dragon-vein warlocks have tougher and stronger bodies than mortals, and they are just as good at enduring, and this kind of feeling that seems to be ready to swallow a dragon, as if the whole stomach can't wait to digest its own feelings, can only be done for a long time of ten days, or even twenty days.

Are there those days? Ostal reminded himself, no, it was just an illusion.

The restricted freedom did not last long, and several priests dressed in red robes entered, and they took Ostar out of the prison and exposed him to the sun, the scorching sun shining on his body, and his eyes could not be opened. After a show-like whipping, he was coated with a strong irritating drug and pushed into the street - without a moment's notice, he heard the cheers and shouts of the people, full of malice - and he was harnessed, beaten on his knees with clubs, made him kneel, and then forced him to crawl forward.

Ostarr knew what a punishment it was, though he never took it. When he felt the chains attached to his body dragging a very heavy object, he was almost sure that- This punishment is used on the caster of Grenada, who has made a mistake, but because it is still useful, so that he will not be executed or sent to the altar and dissecting table, it is more focused on depriving the victim of his dignity and status than pain, and the person who receives this punishment, whether he is a warlock or a mage, is no longer likely to be trusted and valued by Gredi, everything he has will be taken away, and after being squeezed away, he will still not be able to avoid becoming currency or food.

He was pulling an obsidian statue of Grenada, weighing thousands of pounds, and he had to circle the capital of Grenada for a whole week, with countless curses and lashes as he crawled—as he involuntarily stopped, his lips touching the cold ground, trying to draw a little moisture from it.

Stripped, stripped of his name, replaced by a humiliating nickname, he was charged into the trade, becoming one of the consumables that would surely appear in the bloody battle between the devil and the demons in the bottomless abyss.

Ostal may continue to call him that, if in a day, two days, or a year he could still firmly believe that it was an illusion, after nearly fifty years of fighting in a bloody battle, he began to become uncertain, everything around him was so clear and believable, but as Ostal had learned, all illusions were essentially based on the memories of the recipient itself, because no matter how subtle the spell was, it was only a spell after all, but the conflicts and omissions in it were often patched up by the memory of the recipient- Just like human beings often find it difficult to know that they are dreaming when they are dreaming, even if the dream is ridiculous to the point of being ridiculous, they can always come up with all kinds of plausible explanations.

But Ostar's journey continued, and he was lucky enough to return to the main material plane from the bottomless abyss, although at that time he could no longer be said to be a human or a descendant of a dragon, only a twisted monster, but this was the price he had to pay, but Ostarr felt that the price was not too expensive - he saw the white sky of Grenada, the reddish-brown earth and gray-black rocks, the black, red, and gray robes walking in the royal capital, and the towering red crowns. The steep and sharp peaks are inhabited by red dragons, the largest of which is known as the "Jaw of Death", which belongs to Gredi, their "mother", and beneath the "Jaw of Death" is the royal capital of Grenada, a complex of buildings that stretches for thousands of miles. Just as he had seen the royal capital of the silver dragon in the far north, every building in Grenada's royal capital could allow the dragon to take off and land in its original form at the same time, and the streets were wider and smoother than those in other royal capitals, and there was nothing more familiar to Ostal than this scene.

Ostahl met his disciple Rika, he was not in a very good situation, this is normal, in Grenada, if he has lost his mentor, especially if this mentor has been punished for crime or dereliction of duty, then his disciple will be the first to be chosen as a sacrifice or sacrifice in all the conspiracies and traps unless he can show a strong and unique talent. Ostarr said that he was relieved to see that he was not doing well, and then he cautiously "visited" his former colleagues and subordinates, and found that there were very few familiar faces with him - and finally his blood relatives.

People outside of Grenada are often confused by the relationships between the Grenada, especially their nobles and royals, perhaps because dragons and their descendants tend to be less concerned about the trivialities to them. Humans age quickly, and choosing a mate among close relatives can produce stupid or ugly offspring, but dragons and those who inherit their bloodlines have no such concerns, even primeval dragons can transform into young human forms if they want to, and their descendants rarely age, and their lifespans can rival those of elves or dwarves. Even if they marry their closest blood relatives, the children they give birth to will only become healthier and stronger because the blood is more pure and pure, and there will be no malformations or miscarriages at all.

However, the speculation of some bottomless people is also wrong, although Gredy is called "mother" by many warlocks or priests with her blood, but it is only a vague and respectful pronoun, not that she has given birth to so many offspring in a thousand years - Gredy is a dragon, not a rabbit. As far as Ostal knew, there were only seven red dragons among Gredi's descendants, and yes, the last egg she conceived was a male - the first king of Grenada, the offspring of Grenada and a mage, and then Grendy probably had about three hundred descendants with other humans, giants, and orcs, but most of them died or died during Grenada's expansion, including the three red dragons. The closest to Gredi, and the most trusted by her, were the only three descendants with the strongest bloodline, apart from the Red Dragon, and one of them was Ostar's great-grandmother.

For the rest, Gredy needed more power - her dragon descendants never minded rejoicing with powerful humans at her behest or command. It can take tens of hundreds of years for a dragon to hatch from conception, but the descendants of dragons and humans take about the same time as humans, although they are also born as an egg and take thirty days to hatch, but they are much more efficient than dragon eggs, and Gredy soon had a large number of human descendants, each of whom was born as an excellent spellcaster, and at Gredi's request, they intermarried with each other and gave birth to more children, which was how Grenada's original pedestal was established.

Ostal is a descendant of these warlocks, and his family has never looked for a mate outside of Gredi's lineage, so his bloodline is stronger than that of the average dragon vein warlock. In the centuries since Grenada's founding, Grenada has gradually begun to interact with the outside world, and the dragon's blood has slowly flowed out, some unintentionally, some intentionally - those who have not possessed it will not understand what this noble and powerful bloodline means, but if you do, even the most shallow of them...... It can bring you glory, it can bring strength, it can bring wealth, and of course, it can bring you death if you dare to ignore or despise it.

Like the new king of Grenada, although he has been sitting on the throne of the king for three hundred years, he is still a new king who must obey Gredi. Perhaps because he has too much human blood in his body (his father is the youngest son of Gredy and humans, and his mother is also a human), he is a little willful, not only rejecting his red dragon sisters, but also only having two sons and a daughter. (To be continued.) )