Like the "stinky fish", and what happened in the small town of Monton, there may be hundreds of other places happening at the same time. The dark power is like the sludge and gravel mixed in the river water, after the river is blocked and the flow slows down, it quickly settles down and condenses into a filthy and powerful force, but at this time, not many people know this. And among those who know this, there are many like the lords of the small town of Monton, who are blinded by the so-called bright prospects, and do not care whether the figures they follow are as bright and honest as they imagined. No, it should be said, they would have preferred it to be a tyrant, a villain, a hypocrite, just like them, so that they could use his name to extort tyranny and cause disaster in all directions.

And this emperor is sitting in the original royal city of Falun- Because the creation of the law is a real, undoubtedly ancient silver dragon, out of nature and instinct, his royal city stands in the highest place in the former law lun, a lonely independent peak, some people say, this arrow-like mountain is the first king of the law, the silver dragon from the depths of the earth, but now no one will insist on exploring the truth or falsehood, after all, qualified, capable of the existence of this argument almost all died and injured under the spells and schemes of the demigod lich Ederna a thousand years ago, but it is clear that thousands of feet in the air is not suitable for the comfortable life of human magic, it is too cold, too high, the wind is fierce, and the air is thinThe only way to get out of the royal city is to teleport, and there are steep stairs that don't seem to be something that can be climbed with human strength at all.

But the emperor stubbornly demanded to live here, so those people had to obey this order, and it was not they who were tormented anyway, they thought, this "emperor" Maybe he can only endure ten days, at most a hundred days, he will cry and ask to leave this empty and huge royal city and return to the warm and calm ground, but unfortunately it backfired, he actually stubbornly supported it, but whenever those people came to observe him, he always felt that it was not his body that supported him, but his soul, of course, for the emperor, he never doubted that he was the only heir of Falun, the only descendant of the ancient silver dragon left here.

He was a strong man, his face and skull were covered with silver scales, which made him very proud, and he was like the dragonborn of Grenada, unabashedly exposing them, as if he were wearing a helmet with dragon scales engraved on it, and ordinary mortals could not help but be afraid when they saw him for the first time, not to mention, the emperor's paranoid temperament was like a whirlpool of a storm, seemingly calm, but if he was caught in it, he would be crushed, so the servants and maids who were bound in the royal city with him did not dare to approach him easily。

The Emperor did not care about the alienation of these mortals, these people only deserved to prostrate at his feet, like the kings and grand dukes who once prostrate at the feet of his ancestors, he sometimes woke up from magnificent dreams, and could not help but be annoyed by the sharp deviation between fantasy and reality, but he finally endured, he comforted himself that his life was far longer than that of mortals, and that his power was gathering up, and it might only take a dozen years for him to regain Falun and the glory and power that came with it.

In order to calm the anxiety in his heart, the emperor often walked to the edge of the royal city- There are no mortal mansions, only a huge group of halls, with many columns and high eaves, just like Grenada, where every room, every corridor, and every corner is enough to accommodate a dragon that has returned to its original form to lie down and walk comfortably, and there are no less than seven wide and smooth broken bridges extending from the corridors, forming a dangerous lookout in the air, where the silver dragon is said to lie down and overlook its empire. But if a human wants to go up, it is almost impossible, or rather, almost suicidal, because these belvedereas have no guardrails or handrails, and the wind passing through them is as heavy as a boulder falling from the sky.

The Emperor often stood on the edge of the belvedere (at one end of the inner hall), from where he looked at the morning light and clouds in the distance, imagining how his ancestor, the silver dragon, lay on the belvedere and ruled over the whole of Falun, at that time, the emperor was the real emperor, he did not need to consider the loyalty of the knights, nor did he need to worry about the disrespect of the courtiers and vassals, let alone the temple, the sanctuary and the snake, the camp of Jiji, the elves could only succumb to the Emerald Forest Island, and the dwarves had to avoid the Dragon's Back Mountains, and the barbarians in the north were only groups of tribes at that time, almost no different from the orcs, and all human countries except these respected the emperor as godsTens of thousands of nobles gathered under the royal city, like flocks of ants, fighting endlessly for a little status and glory......

What a wonderful old day it was.

The Emperor took a deep breath of cold air, the ancient silver dragon was not without encountering enemies after creating Falun, but even if it was not fierce in temperament, the camp was biased towards the neutral and benevolent silver dragon, and it was also cruel and terrible on the battlefield - and here, in the royal city standing above the clouds, it was the place of battle that it was best at grasping - The Emperor had read in his mother's old records that the silver dragon was the darling of the skies, capable of manipulating the weather as it needed, whether it was to attract strong winds, disperse rain or snow, or summon clouds and mist, and they would use anti-gravity to throw flightless enemies into the air, grab, and let them fall. If they encounter a flying opponent, they will use the clouds as shields to hide themselves, and then impact or breathe cold and paralyzing gases.

Sometimes, even if not to fight enemies, the silver dragon will go out, fly through the air or walk on clouds, and as it skims the land, its people will kneel and kiss the land in the shadows to show gratitude and respect.

The Emperor also had a strange bulge on his back, and his mother told him that this was the prototype of the wings, and that as he grew further, the silver dragon's membranous wings would break through the back, pierce the skin, and spread out behind his shoulders, perhaps, after a little longer, when he had regained his law and become a true ruler, he would be able to use magic, magic, and the power of an empire to get rid of the mixture in his blood, and become a powerful silver dragon again, and his reign would be a thousand years, or ten thousand years or more, and all living things would submit to his feet, and perhaps, he would be able to become a god。

Perhaps it was the noble bloodline of the dragons that he had inherited, and the Emperor said to himself that the dragons had ruled the plane anyway, and so should their descendants.

While the Emperor, who is said to have the blood of a silver dragon, is still remembering the glory of his ancestors thousands of feet in the air, in the same thousands of feet, but deep underground, Collapse is admiring his work with great satisfaction, not the golem accessories pressed under magic and whips, of course, but an iron boot that he wears on his feet, the chains tinkle on his ankles, but he doesn't know how the dwarf did it, and with a simple twist, the boot passes through the chains and fits neatly on his calf.

He stood up, took two steps, and stumbled in satisfaction for a moment before coming out of the cave, and now the dwarves and gnomes had worked together to give McGee's Black Iron Golem a certain modification, so that it could not only move slightly, express itself, but also block out things that should not be seen when needed, so that the warlock's slaves also had a little time to relax and rest- And the evil red-robed warlock, since he had some success with Birdwin, perhaps because he wanted to keep up the good work, or because he was threatened and persecuted, his energy was taken up by the new golem, although there were some warlocks from Grenada, and some other villains, but it was really not very difficult to trick them.

Crash walked out with a clatter, an important accessory for the Golem in his hand, and the man in charge of supervising them had stepped aside to drink the ale and give it to McGee.

The golem who stood up to the sky glanced down at Collapse, and when it saw that he still had an accessory in his hand, it would not warn. A warlock approached and looked at the accessory, pleased with its finesse and accuracy, at first he was wary and irritable, but after a long time he noticed that the dwarves and gnomes seemed to be working honestly, and they seemed to be numb, or because of the "tobacco" The relationship became unusually docile, the number of accessories set for each day could meet the requirements, without deliberate delay or damage, and he slowly relaxed, after all, humiliation, punishment and killing also require energy, and in the dark caverns, they have few other pastimes, and are always prone to become drowsy - they can only go out for the specified time.

A dwarf approached the warlock, and before he could wave the whip in a threatening way, the dwarf rubbed his fingers, and the warlock hesitated and walked over, and then the dwarf pulled out a necklace from his torn sleeve as if by magic, and it was hard to imagine that in such harsh conditions, in the dim light and heavy labor, they could still create such exquisite jewelry, although it was only ordinary gold and silver, but the blooming flower was like a real one, and the petals and stamens could still gently flutter in the breeze brought by the movement。

The necklace disappeared with a movement of the warlock's fingers, but he still had some regrets in his heart, the dwarf's skills were naturally impeccable, but to win the favor of the female warlocks among them, only precious stones, mythril and pure gold, these could only win the favor of those mortal women, and in this desolate and barren place, how could there be women worthy of the care of these Grenada warlocks? Even so, it is impossible to give the gems, Adamantite Mithril, to these dwarves and gnomes, and the mortals may not know much, but as spellcasters, who else knows the skills of the dwarves and gnomes better than them? With just a few gems, a few pieces of Mithril, and a little bit of Adamantite, they can make rune disks, and rune disks, which should be cursed thousands of times, can be used by non-spellcasters.

"What do you want?" asked the warlock.

"Some linen," said the gnome, "and a little wine." ”

The warlock thought for a moment and agreed. The gnomes quickly returned to his place and continued to work, everything seemed to be the same as before, and for the dwarves, it was no longer uncommon for the dwarves to bring something that would make their situation a little better, anyway, the warlocks knew very well where their bottom line was, and the dwarves and gnomes also knew, besides, wasn't it the chief's intention to let them create more value?

After the Warlock left, the gnomes soon heard the heavy sound of the golem moving, and McGee's golem was still in front of them, thinking that behind them was their new guard.

"Oh, look who this is," Crash said, "Berdwin." ”

After a moment of silence, "Collapse." The golem said that its voice was no longer human, and that it sounded like the product of a plucking of a bowstring or a clash of swords.

"Looks like you're pretty good," Crash said sarcastically, "and you look much better than McGee." ”

"What makes you think that?" said the golem slowly, "Think, a soul bound in black iron...... Nice?"

"For you, that's true. "Collapse said of course that he had been by Cremar's side before, and he knew everything he should know.

"I maybe...... It's a bit wrong...... "But I don't deserve such a punishment, Crash took the Golem."

"Why? Do you think you've only been wronged?" said quickly, "Come on, you've always been like this, the king of the human race......"

"What...... Meaning......"

"Let me think about it," Ben Bang thought about, "You seem to have been complaining, well, from you, probably since you killed the king and plotted rebellion......"

"I ...... There is no ......"

"You have," said Crash, "in fact, you know very well that any conspiracy, any coercion, is secondary, Baldwin, I am a dwarf, but I am not stupid. He said earnestly, "You see, you always seem to like to put your sins on others, but we might as well take a look from the nearest place, Berdwin, the Black Iron Golem in front of you is imprisoning McGee, remember, that gnome, who was with you, who once stole the blueprints of my doughnut machine and led the creatures of the Abyss to destroy Iron Bone City, there is no doubt that I can't say that he is a loyal man, the problem is that he has much less power than you. ”

He turned to Birdwin: "You can speak, you can control your limbs, you can think, but these McGee ...... No, so let's think about it, why?"