"Collapse?" shouted the otherworldly soul. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And the dwarven slave turned from his position to look at him, yes, it was Collapse, he was only half the size of his original size, and he had a bloody wound on his forehead, he had no clothes to wear, his skin was full of large and small scars, his hands were chained to his waist, and his feet were too, but his other souls recognized his features at first glance had not changed- The dwarf looked at Cremar in astonishment, and the red robe on his body was spewed at him, and the slave dealer hummed sternly, if it weren't for the fact that the dwarven slave had anything to do with the generous buyer, perhaps the leather whip and the red-hot iron rod would have been whipped long ago.

"I still have some gnomes here. The slave trader said that if it were someone else, he would be willing to sell the stubborn dwarf as soon as possible, anyway, no slave trader would be responsible for all kinds of after-sales problems, but the owner of the dragon's tooth was a different matter, but when he first saw the squire of the lord, he thought that the master wanted to buy a warrior or mercenary, after all, he did not even have his own guards. But what he didn't expect was that the black-haired Dragonborn needed gnomes and dwarves, or was he trying to craft some magic weapon or alchemical armor?" The merchant eagerly said that, in fact, from the position of the collapse, he was different from the other slaves—he was kept alone in an iron cage, and no slave wanted to come near him—and that he had bitten off the neck of a dwarf the moment he came to his senses, and that if dwarves were not a rare commodity, the merchant would have thrown him to a dinosaur.

The merchant used many means to get the dwarf to be obedient and willing to build weapons and armor for the buyer, but unfortunately, he was as stubborn as every dwarf before him, and perhaps more irascibly, and he would break his head on the iron cage without the merchant's torture.

Cremar only nodded to the squire, and the female squire with demonic blood immediately ordered the merchant to open the iron cage, and as soon as the iron cage was opened, it rushed out, and it was like a wall that could crash through a rock, but Cremar's squire only took a slight step back, then grabbed him by the shoulder, lifted him up, and pierced the dwarf's skin with its claws, the dwarf's rough and thick skin kept him from bleeding, but the claw immediately screamed, "Too high, too high, too high!" he shouted in the dwarven language: "I'm going to vomit, seriously, I'm going to throw up, vomit all over you!"

The attendant moved his lips slightly, and when he collapsed, he found that he could not make a sound at all. When he tried to vomit like he was shouting, Cremar turned around and made a gesture common to dwarves, blinking his eyes, of course he remembered the tall man with black hair, but the dwarves felt that he should have been wearing a white robe, and Crash's perception became a little confused - the caster's robe could not change color at will, just as the dwarven priests would put a white burlap robe over their heavy and dirty leather armor, and Crash knew that red was evil.

The merchant had wisely shut his mouth, so why should he be too verbose, maybe all the Lord needed was a sacrifice, or maybe the dwarf knew something that no one else knew, but the black-haired Dragonborn didn't seem to care if he would serve himself by the furnace or the anvil.

But about this matter, he guessed wrong.

"What is this?" said Crash solemnly, "Armor? It doesn't look like it." He refused to take a bath, but put on a robe that was too long and too comfortable for a dwarf, and sat barefoot and cross-kneeled on the carpet in front of Cremar, his expression very serious, "I don't do anything for evil. ”

Crash is a young dwarf, and he speaks and acts in a way that makes him seem a bit mdzz, at least that's what the dwarf McGee thinks, but the lich and the spirit of the other world know that he is not as distracted as he seems, as evidenced by a doughnut golem blueprint McGee stole from him.

"It's not for evil," the otherworldly spirit sits cross-legged on the carpet and faces the dwarf like the dwarves do, "to show you what it's going to do." Then, without warning, a strange woman appeared in the dwarf's field of vision, she looked like a human, very ugly, with not even a beard on her face, she had no arms, only a pair of excessively large wings dragging on the ground.

"That's not right. Pointing to the place where his shoulders joined his wings, he might have never seen such a bloody transformation, but the dwarven acumen still made him see the incongruity at first sight.

Her body simply couldn't support the wings. The otherworldly spirits said, "But if you take off the wings, they will ......"

"Can't balance," said the dwarf, "will fall." The soul of the other world nodded, "That's it," he said, "I've considered strengthening her **** and shoulder muscles......"

"No," the dwarf continued to deny, "it still can't be balanced. He pointed to the legs and waist of the female beast, and one could imagine how heavy her upper body would be if these broad wings were combined with strong muscles.

"So I wanted to give her an exoskeleton. "The soul of the other world said, this solution is still the lich from those vast memory fragments to find out to it, in its plane, this technology has only recently been popularized among the public, equipped with exoskeleton armor ordinary humans can be as strong as a Hercules, but in the plane without magic, this exoskeleton armor can only accept the control of the outside world for the time being, want it to accept the human brainwave control, just like the real limbs, the technical aspect is still not enough, but here, in this plane where magic has replaced science, this plan is feasible。

The dwarf looked at the blueprint in his hand again, and his eyes flashed with a scorching glow hotter than lava, "And then?" said the dwarf, already aware of how dangerous it was, but the dwarf's innate curiosity and creativity made his fingers flutter.

"Then they will be used by me. Said the soul of the other world.

"You'll give it to those soldiers. ”

"No, it won't. The otherworldly soul said, "I don't trust those people. ”

"Were you captured too?" said the dwarf Collapse, "just like Collapse?"

"So to speak," the soul of the other world raised her hand, and the female beast sat down slowly, their lifespan was not long, but after standing for a while, her knees began to hurt sharply, if she showed a painful expression or looked overwhelmed in the hands of a merchant or her former master, she would be disposed of immediately, but here, she could rest a little, and when she was not summoned by her master, she could still crawl on the low couch like her companions, and hang her wings on the ground.

The dwarf looked serious and reached out to touch her wings, and then he touched the junction again, which was so hot that the dwarf's hands tingled when they were accustomed to touching the hot metal.

"This armor will help them get back on their feet. The dwarf said, "It doesn't hurt." ”

"Not only that," said the Otherworldly Soul's voice in a low voice, "they can also help them soar through the air like falcons, they will turn their soft wings into sword-like weapons, and people will not even be able to see how dangerous they are." ”

Collapse was silent for a moment, he looked at the female beasti, he thought she would be afraid, or hate—according to the usual saying, a kind person should help them unconditionally, if not to restore their original limbs, then at least they should not be allowed to fall into another terrible quagmire.

"Do as the adults say," the female beast suddenly said, "Dwarf, this is our own choice," she said, "I would rather be a thief, an assassin, or a warrior than die in silence like a plaything." She leaned in to the dwarf and let him see his face clearly: "We have no country, no tribe, no faith, but we are not born this way, we ...... I used to be a mercenary, and when I still had arms, I was able to wield a knife as skillfully as you wield your hammer. ”

"And," she said, looking at the dark-haired Dragonborn, "if we can prove that we can work for a Dragonborn—as the Lord promised, he will try to ransom our friends and relatives." ”

"Do you have any friends or relatives?"

"My sister," said the female beast, "his lover, or a mother's child, a child's mother......" as she spoke, staring at the black-haired Dragonborn, as if to confirm the promise from his countenance.

The dwarf looked at Cremar, then at the winged woman, "Okay," he said, "I can try." He said, "I remember you fought side by side with us, and I would like to believe you once, but don't let me know that you are deceiving me, or the crumbling axe will cut your neck." ”

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Dwarven Collapse will take three gnomes to complete the prototype of the exoskeleton armor, and Cremar will then receive another uninvited guest, one of Gülen's subordinates.

But this subordinate may not be willing, Glenn's shards can control people to do things they don't want to do, this Grenada merchant did something he shouldn't have done when he was controlled- It was so bad that even if he went bankrupt and gave away all his wives and daughters, he might not be able to get forgiveness, he didn't dare to try the wrath of the Gredy maids, and he couldn't erase the traces by hiring and calculation, so he could only reluctantly bend his knees in front of an outsider and do things for him, the only thing to be thankful for was that he could also be considered to be working for a dragonborn, although Cremar was not his first choice at all.

He brought with him information about Cremar's mount, Griffin the Griffin the Eagle and the Griffin, and the relationship between Griffin and Cremar was now like fire and water, and Griffin's people would certainly not be willing to rebel against the leader, and if any of them chose Cremar, the new commander of Dragonfang, then it meant that they would have to fight Griffin with all their might- Griffin did suffer a lot of sin with Cremar, but he was still the strongest of the tribe, and there would be no Hippogriffin to compete with him for that position for fifty years. But there aren't many monsters that can fly in the air with the red dragon, and there may be only one type in the desert of Grenada, and that is the established companion of the female sphinx, the male sphinx. They are very similar to the Hippogriff, they may be larger, but instead of an eagle head on their necks, they have a human face, because fighting the Hippogriff prevents them from forcing the female Sphinx into a relationship, and the male Sphinx is not inferior in ferocity or ferocity.

The point is, first, the male Sphinx will rarely allow a human or even a Dragonborn to ride on them, and second, if they do, they are good people who belong to the same good camp as them, yes, like the female Sphinx, the male Sphinx is an upright and good race, and it is almost impossible for them to serve the Red Dragon's army, and third, the male Sphinx must be more ferocious and strong than the Griffin, and must even be able to intimidate an entire herd of Hippogriffins.

These things add up to a lot of difficulty in choosing, but it's a must, unless Cremar is able to get a dragon to mount.

- If I were still me, the former undead said, there might still be some workability - when the dragons left the plane, Gredy took the opportunity to steal many of the dragons' eggs.

- I think a male-faced sphinx is good enough, and the soul of the other world said, thank you.

- Before we act, the lich says that we need to use up the scroll first.

- Reels?

- The one that summons the succubus, the lich said, tomorrow.

- Can't I?—The Otherworldly Soul asked curiously, it had never summoned a devil or a demon.

- Unless you want to try succubi, I mean, I doubt you're interested in satisfying a greedy demon with plenty of skill.

- Uh, you mean......

- Yes, that's what it means, succubi care a lot about whether their summoners are influenced by their charms, of course, total submission will only make them unhappy, and the best thing is to allow their bodies to be controlled by instinct and their souls not, so that they will serve you more submissively - are you sure you can?

- Of course...... No, the otherworldly soul says, it's obviously a very difficult job, it says, but I believe you.

- I'm glad you think so. Said the lich. (To be continued.) )