readx;? Kelmen chose the soldiers over the mages, and he preferred to use his power to abuse mortals who could not protect himself and hurt him, rather than putting himself in an ominous situation- But then he noticed that the wall around him was trembling and twisting slightly, and he spun suddenly like a dance, and the runes on his body glowed like warnings, telling the unknown enemy that he had prepared a spell to protect and counterattack, but he couldn't notice anything, he turned his arm and pulled out two sharp swords stuck in his waist, relying on the innate ability of the dragon sorcerer to rotate around him, and when the Kelmen moved, they moved with him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The son of the red dragon tentatively unleashed a spell in the hope that it would destroy the enemy's trap, he heard a slight, like glass shattering, smoke and rattles rushed in, filling all his senses, Kelmen waved his arm, letting a breeze blow away the smoke, and a panicked human soldier suddenly appeared in front of him, he showed an evil smile, gently shook a hand, a fireball the size of a walnut was generated in his palm, and then jumped into the air as if it had been given life, and went straight into the soldier's nose, the soldier jerked up his hand and grabbed his face, his eyes full of horrorThe innocent man opened his mouth wide as if to spit out a fireball - and then black smoke came out of his nostrils and mouth, and then burst flames, and he burned from the inside out.

The soldier stood stiff, like a humanoid torch, and from another place came a long call, but unfortunately he could no longer answer, let alone hear or see, his eardrums and eyes were the first to burst, like a few urine filled with water, Kelmen heard the sound of hurried and scattered footsteps, apparently more people were running from the other end of the smoke, he listened intently, analyzing everyone's footsteps, on the battlefield, the spellcasters, especially the mages, would wear straitjackets, pants and boots like mortals, but those well-made boots and the leather-soled boots of the soldiers, or the sound of the clog-soled boots must have been different, there were no spellcasters among those who hurried over, Kelmen paused, his face suddenly blurred, and then his red robes and chain mail, and as the humans came to him through the smoke, they saw a human soldier instead of a red-robed warlock.

"Jojo!What's going on?!"

"A monster," Kelmon, delicately making himself look like he was wounded, blood pouring down his forehead to further disguise the false face, "it spat fire and vanished. ”

One of the soldiers, perhaps their captain, because he was dressed in very nice new leather armor, said, "How are you feeling? Do you need a potion, or a priest?"

"I knocked my head on the stone brick when I tried to catch it, but only a little," Kelmen struggled to make a look of pride characteristic of a young human, "Just a little ash, I'm fine." ”

"What's that?" the captain noticed the "thing" that was about to go out, "I remember there was no stake or anything like that. ”

"That's a person. ”

"What?!"

"Probably your Jojo. Kelmen said, and then he cast a spell that had been prepared for a long time, and as the humans approached with concern, lightning jumped and crackled on their bodies one after another, and the human soldiers could not make a sound before they fell, but the captain, perhaps because of the leather armor on his body that had resisted some damage, although his legs were paralyzed by the burning of the lightning, and he had no chance of escaping, he still struggled to put a small flute into his mouth, and a sharp sound suddenly resounded throughout the city walls。

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The leader of the dragon thorn heard a sharp flute, it should be Kelmen, he strangely felt that the black-haired dragonborn of the three would not be the one who bothered him, he ran after the source of the flute, and more people seemed to be doing the same thing, he was like a hyena mixed in with the sheep in the crowd, through the smoke and darkness, he gently grabbed a young white robe from behind, like a hug, the latter obviously lacked experience in combat, when encountered, he actually did not launch runes, Scrolls and potions were all things that worked immediately, anyway, and he was busy chanting and gesturing, but the thief's cold fingers reached into his open mouth, and his tongue was pulled off with a clamp of his fingers, and then his dagger pierced the priest's eye, and the priest only struggled for a moment or two and then did not move, and the thief heard someone fumbling closer, perhaps the priest's companion noticed that there was one less person around him and came back to look for it- He drew his dagger, wiped it clean on the priest's cheek, and drew his folded crossbow, the sound of which might not wake a vigilant cat even in the stillness of a quiet night, but he heard the sound of the caster's soft boot moving to another place, and the venom-quenched bolt fell.

By the time the elder of the priests found his disciple, the leader of the dragon thorn was already hundreds of feet away, and had found his next prey.

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The Fat Warlock is one of the few Warlocks in the Longshan Kingdom, and you know, the Warlocks are very discriminated against in places other than Grenada - the people of the Longshan Kingdom can't be said to have a bad attitude towards Warlocks, and although they are curious, their rulers will not at least blame all their crimes on a Warlock, and they also wish that there would be a Dragon Vein Warlock among the children of the Longshan Kingdom - because they are descendants of the Silver Dragon, and the Silver Dragon is obviously more noble and kind than the Red Dragon of Grenada.

So the fat warlock settled in a small state full of grapes, of course he has his own lingua franca name, but because the pronunciation of the word "fat" is quite close, and his body, whether in height, width or depth, is far better than ordinary people, I don't know when he was called the fat warlock. Some warlocks may be furious because of this, but the fat warlock doesn't think there's anything wrong with that, so if anyone wants to curse themselves, they don't even know their real name, not even the lingua franca name!

And people here don't think like people everywhere else, his belly is stuffed with bats and toads like he is going to give birth to a dozen babies at any moment, sorry, I'm not that kind of warlock, the fat warlock used to scream in anger in his heart, let you down, I have nothing in my stomach but wine, sugar, and roast!

However, the fat warlock occasionally wondered why he was standing here, he might be better than many spellcasters, but he never wanted to face a red-robed warlock from Grenada, he knew that those people were crazy, their red robes were different from his own, their red robes were completely dyed with human blood, but the color of the fat warlock's red robes came from wine, and he also thought about if there was a war, he said, there was a war between Grenada and the Longshan State- For example, the friction between other countries and the state of Yongsan can also bring pain and death, but compared to Grenada, the trauma they caused is not worth mentioning at all.

Moreover, since the red dragon of Grenada has appeared here, it means that the Longshan State will inevitably be completely erased, the only difference is only the length of time.

He should have fled, before Grenada's legions approached here, there were mages and warlocks who fled, really, and the council and people of the Longshan Kingdom didn't seem to have any intention of stopping them, he could also go, he had sorted out his dimensional bag, skin, and ...... Maybe a carriage or something, he didn't have a wife or children anyway, he had almost nothing to do with it except for the vintner and the butcher, the fat warlock sorted it day after day, and several times he walked to the city gates, but he always felt that he had forgotten something, so he went back to look for it, and just like that, three times and twice, upside down, when the consul's guards came to his door and asked if he would like to join the ranks of the spellcasters who were resisting the Grenada Legion, the fat warlock just sighed and picked up his scroll belt, potion packet, dimensional bag, skin bag, this time he didn't forget anything。

He and two mages were sent to guard the tower, and in fact, they were protecting not soldiers but large ballistae hidden in the tower, which fired bolts that could destroy the dragon's scale armor and penetrate deep into its flesh, and the enchanted arrows would burst in the dragon's relatively fragile body, and if they were lucky, the burst would tear the dragon's heart directly, the only way to kill a dragon other than powerful magic and minions of its kind.

When the red dragon attacked, the fat warlock was napping, of course, you can also say that he was meditating, the fluctuations of magic alarmed him before the sound and light, he jumped up with his fat belly, like a cat that was too focused on enjoyment, although fat was like a round ball, but still had agility and vigilance that even poisonous snakes could hardly match- Without waiting for orders, the ballista in the square tower had been prepared for the red dragon from the beginning, and he opened the door, and the soldiers pushed the ballista up the wall from the horse path (a ramp that allowed horses to go up and down the wall), and the ballista capable of firing such giant crossbow arrows required four people to push and pull at the same time to move, again with the help of the dwarves' ingenious design, crafting, and runes. The frame of the ballista was deliberately made in olive black, in line with the stone bricks, and the metal parts were blackened, and some key parts were covered with gray linen.

They also saw the swift black shadows, which were as distinct as nails piercing the eye in the light of the fire.

When the griffin swooped down, the fat warlock threw a spell that protected against energy damage without the slightest thought, this spell could only envelop some people and part of the ballista, but he also heard the mage's chant, which made the fat warlock somewhat reassured, and the flames rose around them, and he had never been attacked like this- The flames slammed into his protective barrier like something that could be touched, taken and wielded, he could barely breathe or open his eyes, the stone bricks beneath his feet became hot, the fat warlock felt like a duck sent to the oven with an iron fork, fire everywhere, his grease creaked out from under his skin, and every breath of air he inhaled made him feel like he had swallowed a piece of burning charcoal.

And at this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in his head, this voice told him what to do, of course, at this time, the fat warlock would never believe the advice made by an unfamiliar voice, let alone how strange it appeared.

But the other half of his mind is saying, yes, that's good, it's worth believing, and we should do what it says.

When the fat warlock's body really moved according to his other half's thoughts, the fat warlock immediately fell into despair, he thought, I'm going to die, he thought he would regret it, but he found that he regretted the most was that he left half a roast suckling pig last night to eat with apple cereal porridge this morning.

He pinned his hopes on the other two mages, but he soon saw them, which was too bad, but it wasn't too unexpected, they were still young, and their mentor had to fight the red robes of Grenada, so he couldn't take care of it.

But to the surprise of the fat warlocks, they walked for a while with both physical and mental torture, or for a while, they found themselves standing in a thick shadow, along with their ballista and the bewildered soldiers.

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"It's too dangerous. Keou said.

"It's exciting," said the otherworldly soul, "isn't it?"

"There is no doubt about it," said Keou, "and the only thing that is more exciting than doing it...... Kicked Gredi's ass. ”

- Thank you, said the soul of the other world.

- No, the lich in the sea said dryly, I just want to see how far you can go now.

――What do you think?

――Reluctantly.

The otherworldly soul pouted in consciousness, and then he felt a slight tremor pass over his heart, like the feeling of walking on a sunny plain with the shadow of a falcon skimming overhead.

He looked into the distance, and the spells he had cast earlier allowed him to discern the main camps of specific creatures, objects, abilities, and sorceries - he saw a faint red glow, and though it was so inconspicuous and insignificant in the midst of the many red lights and flames, the souls of the other world saw it.

- The red dragon has a psychic warlock by his side, and the lich says, just like you.

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Please dear readers, please read the genuine version, this article is the starting point for the first time, and no reprints will be accepted, and the author needs your encouragement and support.

Half an hour later, I read that the author had something to say, I read "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" a few days ago, and today I saw that there are fandoms, so I also want to write something - I hope to give some benefits to readers who read the genuine version. (To be continued.) )