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Gredy has arrived.

Red dragons can magically make their bodies light enough to take off anywhere, but more often than not, they leap from a great height, gliding and sending themselves into the flowing wind before they start waving their wings. The dragon's muscles were as strong as steel on its chest, its wingspans were longer than its own, and there were no feathers between its wings, only membranous wings covered in tiny scales, light and tough enough to capture the invisible to the greatest extent possible - even in this dead and silent magical area where no magic could be used, Gredi showed no weakness, and she landed on the wide platform and strode into the new structure.

The eldest son of the red dragon watched the black-haired dragonborn jump up lightly and walked to the window, in his hand was a polished and smooth Mithril tablet, because of the erosion, the Mithril sheet was no longer so bright and dazzling, showing an ugly gray, but because of this, when its owner used it to peek outside, it did not flash a light that would attract Gredi's attention, and it was only an unusually brief moment, so short that if it hadn't been for the fact that the eldest son of the red dragon had been staring at him closely, he might not have noticed that he had done this- This should not be allowed, and it is a felony to spy on Greday.

They heard the call of the red dragon almost at the same time, and the eldest son of the red dragon found that he had no chance of resisting, or rather, his resistance was so insignificant in the presence of the red dragon Gredi, his mother, and he walked out of the room, and was relieved to see that the black-haired dragonborn did not seem to have any chance of escaping - because of the red dragon's selfish nature, he certainly would not be happy to see someone get a chance to survive that he did not have.

The building of the pass follows the shape of the pass, narrow, but tall, and even the ancient red dragon Gredy can be stuffed into two on top of each other. Sunlight cast through the cracks in the dome supported by the stone pillars onto the red dragon's body, her scales were red to almost black, and the smallest piece was large enough for humans to pick up as shields, the lines on it were like cascading seawater, her thorns moved with her every movement, these steel spear-like thorns were barely damaged, only two places were vacant, those were the traces of fighting other dragons more than a thousand years ago, when Gredy was just a young red dragon, but this dragon has also become part of the dragon bone throne。

Her descendants crawled out of the burrow like ants, weak as ants, humble as ants, and as slowly as Gredi's steps arose, they numbly followed, "My children," said Gredi, her voice colliding in the hollow hall, "You shall be glorified," she said, "and you will die for your mother, for your gods, and when my kingdom is completed, you will be the first believers to dwell here, and you will receive great glory and grace, perhaps," She thought it was funny and said, "You're going to be moved to cry all day long." ”

In fact, with the exception of a few fools who are too stupid to have a blind faith in Gredi, the Dragonborns do want to cry, believing in Gredy because she will give them strength, Glory and power, rather than being a bone under the throne in vain, and entering the kingdom of God (let's just say that Gredy can really have a kingdom of God) is not what these dragonborns desire, they prefer the main physical plane, a place where they can do whatever they want, ruling kings, archdukes and lords for hundreds, thousands of years, even tens of thousands of years, just like the dragons of the past. Rather than giving everything endlessly in the kingdom of God until it becomes one with the kingdom of God, which is what those hypocritical priests of the good gods desire, not the Dragonborn.

Gredi clearly knew this, she had deceived her descendants, and she had not spent any extra time playing with them, the throne she had always longed for was just a stone's throw away, as she had told Ostar and the others, she didn't need them anymore, as long as she could become gods, she would have more, stronger descendants, more magnificent nations, more devout believers and priests.

Her gaze lingered on the black-haired Dragonborn for a moment, "Come to me," and she could still see the myriad threads of fate coiled around his body— In many ancient texts and bards' poems, there are always people who have a dense and dense connection with fate, and those who regard these accounts and poems as stories will only think that they are deliberately invented, but like her, and the former king of the jungle, a great being who has almost escaped the shackles of fate, knows very well that they are the key, the key, and the push, and she does not know how things will change if Cremar disappears: "Come to me. The red dragon said softly.

The soul from the other world carefully observed Gredi, the time of Gredi's arrival was a bit distressing, today happened to be the lich, fortunately the lich had been prepared for a long time, and now it is the soul of the other world that controls this body instead of him, just like when the dragon's blood is devoured, although the soul of the other world will also be affected by the dragon's blood, and feels that he must obey Gredi's call, but it cannot completely control the soul of the other world. If you have to describe it, it's like you have someone chattering on the phone while watching a movie, and if you can manage to immerse yourself in the plot of the movie, you will find that they don't affect you much, or even negligible, but the soul of the other world doesn't do it for the time being, after all, it doesn't know if Gredy will notice anything unusual.

He followed Gredi's side, the red dragon's claws almost as tall as him, something flashing around the red dragon's neck, it blinked, and suddenly realized that it was the Rune Disk—it had been torn apart, and Gredi, having found the key point, had reunited them, and they had joined together and become one, and Gredy had somehow gotten a chain out of nowhere, and hung it on it, wearing it as if he were wearing a necklace- It's the safest place to be.

In front of the colorful metal disc was an empty hall, and the Dragonborn made good use of the mountain walls on either side of the pass, only the walls and domes on both sides were erected, and there were no carvings, stone statues, precious metals and precious stones, and it was so barren that it was the handiwork of the Dragonborn, but no one paid attention to it. Greti prostrate down in front of the disc, the rune disc flying up from her neck and landing on the front of the metal disc— Dragons, the sinister green dragon, the brutal white dragon, the treacherous black dragon, the arrogant blue dragon, the greedy red dragon, the miserly bronze dragon, the chattering brass dragon, the elegant golden dragon, the gentle silver dragon, and the curious bronze dragon showed themselves on the metal discs, one by one let out roars that shook the whole hall, and with them were the souls and powers they had given to the ancestors of the dragons, and the dragonborns in the hall watched in almost daze, trembling before the power, but their eyes were full of greed.

The scene of rotation finally stopped on a red dragon, she stretched out her head and two claws out of the disc, she was small, especially compared to Gredi, who occupied most of the hall, the ancient red dragon roared at her, demanding the right to enter the vault, wasn't that what they left the rune disk for? But on the contrary, the red dragon in the disc did not show any intention of flinching or forgiving because it was the only remaining member of the same clan in front of her, yes, every red dragon is greedy, Gredi stood up and bowed his head in submission- Then, before the Dragonborns could fully comprehend, one of their companions suddenly fell, and they saw a translucent shadow rise from his body, throwing straight at the metal disc. The shadow was almost the size of the Dragonborn itself, and the red dragon on the disc was small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, but it was the toy that raised its head and sucked the shadow down its throat like a berry.

The scene was so quiet and so clean, the dragonborn fell one by one, their bodies shriveled up like berries sucked up by the red dragon in the disc, and after nearly a third of the life in the hall was gone, the red dragon Gredy let out a roar, and even if they didn't know dragon language, one could tell from Gredi's impatient tone that she thought she had paid enough. The red dragon in the disc roared twice in displeasure, but finally retreated from the disk, and the disk grew larger, or rather, it became a multi-colored pool floating vertically in the air, and Gredy hesitated, after all, there are many teleportation techniques that can teleport enemies or sacrifices to a dangerous place, and there is nothing more elusive in teleportation than a multi-colored pool - it can send the teleporter directly into another crystal system.

But she eventually stepped into it.

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The first thing the soul of the other world saw was a white and smooth wall, the luster was like soft jade or half-melted ice and snow, it didn't look like the real thing, it was an object created by humans in another plane in the computer, without the slightest flaw, bump, or color difference, but then he was gently thrown into the distance, and when he was in the air, he realized that it was not a wall, but a ...... Hills, no, wait, or rather, yes...... Joist......

Gredi didn't expect that she would see the remains of the dragon god Io so easily, although she had always insisted that the dragon Io was dead, but deep down, she didn't believe her own assumptions - it was the father of the dragon god, the original god of the dragon, and even if it fell, his god would have turned into a huge and fearsome continent in the astral plane, rather than quietly buried in the depths of the Dragon's Back Mountains, and no one would know. But after a moment of sorrow, joy came back to Gredi's heart, yes, it was the secret that Io the Reconciler had left to the dragons, and now, it belonged to her, every inch, every point, no one could compete with her.

But it's still asleep.

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Extra-Dragonborn (11) The story of Ingway and Edelna

Ingwe pricked up her ears.

But the woman and the man did not continue the discussion, and the man began to examine Ingway, his fingers were soft and smooth at all out of his appearance, a pair of mage's hands, Ingway thought, and then he was caught, and the man took his two front hooves in one hand, and rudely reached into the soft fur of his abdomen with the other, and rummaged through what he was looking for: "Male." He said, and Ingway bleated angrily, and the man was unguarded, and he put a mark on his face.

The man cursed viciously, and as Ingway had expected, he began to chant the incantation, but Ingway was no ordinary sheep after all, and it ran as fast as it could in the kitchen, leaving its hoof prints on the walls, and as a result, before the man's spell caught him, he jumped into a soft embrace, the woman who had been holding the pig before, and the little pig followed her closely.

"Oh-oh," said the pig's owner, "what happened?"

"Give it to me," the man said quietly, "I'm going to take its collar off." ”

"How?"

"Cut off its neck," said the man slyly, "or it won't be able to take it, probably because of the spell cast." ”

"Is it an ordinary sheep?"

"Maybe, maybe not," said the man, "but it's all the same when the head falls off, and I wish he wasn't an ordinary sheep, so that we might have more meat." ”

"I saw that there was also a black lamb. ”

"That's the bread you've eaten. The man said, "Don't tell me you want to ...... again"

"I'm tired of piglets. The woman stroked the white lamb and fell in love with his silky fur, "I can teach them to dance, and someone will be willing to pay a few gold coins to see it." ”

"But they're all goods. ”

"Alright, dear. The woman coquettishly said, "You know I'm always quick to like the new and hate the old." ”

"Then not more than a month," said the man, "and the pig ......"

The pig apparently heard them, and sprang out of the crack in the kitchen door without looking back, but the man's spell caught up with it in time, and it fell paralyzed, watching its former owner leave without looking back, carrying a lamb in his arms.

Ingway heard the piglet's scream, then stopped abruptly.

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At the end of the reminiscence, Edle scratched the collar around her neck with her hooves, perhaps because the woman thought he should have a beautiful collar like Ingway—the collar was only a belt and a silver buckle, and the emphasis was on the pink fur balls and white silk roses—just because the woman thought it better to have a female among the lambs, and now she went out to find the bell.

Ingway bleated, humans may not understand, but Edelle, who is also a sheep now, can certainly hear that he is laughing, and even sheep will turn up the corners of their mouths and squint their eyes when they laugh.

"It is truly an honor to be able to make the heir of the Lord of Emerald Forest so happy. Edal sneered, bleating.

His words suddenly reminded Ingway of the little pig, and the white lamb's face suddenly became serious: "Do you know what this is all about?"

"I have only heard of a little," said Ederna, "and in distant Cerris, their witches grow grain out of their dolls, and make bread from the flour of these grains, and whoever eats them becomes donkeys, and unless someone casts a spell to eliminate them, they will toil as a donkey for the rest of their lives until they die." ”

"But you just become a sheep and the other becomes a pig. ”

"Maybe they deliberately changed the effectiveness of the magic, after all, donkeys are too ugly," Edelle sat down in a human position, his hind hooves parted, but fortunately they were all thick now, "I seem to have heard a little, well, I mean, in a certain country, nobles raise animals that are more intelligent than men......" he said not so clearly, because intuitively he felt that Ingway would not be happy to hear what else those people had done- When they were tired of making the animals dance, sing, and play tricks, they would torture them, and they would see them wailing, prostrating, and dying as they slowly approached—and sometimes inviting their parents and brothers, and letting the animals that had once been humans watch their loved ones eat their flesh with gratitude.