The lord's joy only existed for a moment, because his mind was confused by the honey wine and suddenly realized a problem, that is, this was not a side island or any other place, but his island, and the lord was qualified to occupy and enjoy the main island, where the first lord of the Eastern Crown built his fortress and palace nearly a thousand years ago, and in order to ensure that it would not be damaged or even destroyed by the invasion of nature, he did something that would panic most mortals and spellcasters. With the help of a powerful spellcaster, he fooled Talos.

The original Temple of Talos on the main island was only a small size, after all, the Dragonfire Islands were not originally a place for human habitation, and there were only two priests of Talos in the temple. The first or second lord had built their forts elsewhere, but they soon discovered that the Dragonfire Islands were not considered a habitable place, with hurricanes, ground movements, lava, and even damp and salty sea breezes capable of destroying any wood or stone. Envious of the seemingly rudimentary but untouched mortal dwelling of Talos, the lords once tentatively asked the priests if it was due to special building materials or the skill of craftsmen, but the priests laughed and later learned from a spellcaster that the temple of Talos was so strong that it was favored by the god of storms and could not be destroyed by the forces of nature.

As mortals, they were not even allowed to stay in the temple temporarily, let alone live in it, but the bold spellcaster had the arrogant idea that if the followers of Talos were damaged by other people or forces, then they could ask the priests of Talos to destroy their enemies for themselves, and after careful planning, the only two remaining priests in the temple of Talos disappeared silently in the raging hurricane. When the main temple of Talos received news that a new priest of Talos had arrived, the lord told them that the temple of Talos would not be able to show the greatness of the venerable deity if it was not built on a separate island. To this end, he built a majestic gray temple on an island of black-brown sand and dense vegetation, and devoutly stated that he would give up all the benefits of this small island - the income of this island is not small for a lord, but for the lord of the eastern crown, who controls dozens of large and small islands, in order to achieve the ultimate goal, he and his descendants can bear to lose.

But he blurred the time of the temple's existence, and the new Talos priests were a little confused at first, because they couldn't sense the faint tremors, but the lord's gold and intelligence quickly erased the confusion, after all, the temple was too remote, and the priest had been a little longer.

If not Talos, but Rosada or Flo. Or maybe this is not the Dragonfire Islands that still maintain the ancient system, this strategy may be difficult to implement, and in any case, no one is more familiar with the location of the temple than the believers. But Talos was more eager to be feared than the people loved him, and he and his priests had always had a contempt and indifference to mortals, otherwise the priests of Talos would not have made the destruction of villages or the capsizing of fleets a routine that had to be done every ten days, and the number of free people on the Dragonfire Islands was few, very few, very few, and their number was only a few tenths or even a hundredth of the slaves. And how could slaves, even if they belonged to their own masters, be allowed to have their own faith? So even Ilmut, who was most often seen among the poor, failed to erect his own temple in the Dragonfire Islands, even if the lords of the Dragonfire Islands allowed it. A temple without believers is an empty shell that not only does not bring faith to the gods, but consumes their divine power.

Talos was also a rude deity, and his temples were almost entirely made of gray rough stone, and he would have been glad if his followers were willing to decorate them with their splendor. But if he didn't have him, he wouldn't be too angry, he was more concerned about whether his power and prestige spread and spread in this plane, so he was always there. No one knew that there were actually two temples of Talos in the Eastern Crown - only one of them was built with countless expensive spell materials, human animals, and magic, and the sacrifices were not made by Talos's priests, or even his followers, but by a group of lowly mortals who tried to steal his power.

At this moment, this false temple was destroyed, just as the priest of Talos destroyed a tower, and its base was the altar full of sin and sorrow. Rosada had always been Talos's sworn enemy, and when he was able to purify his altar, neither the priest of Rosada nor the emblem containing the power of the dawn had the slightest intention of showing mercy, and the power from the primordial light slammed into the altar and shattered it, and since the pedestal was shattered, the temple of power built on it naturally collapsed with it. The temple, which was no longer protected by Talos, was in real ruins in a few breaths, and the second shock of Talos's call did exactly what the priest wanted to see, as they had come in a sea of mountains and seas before them, pushing away and devouring everything that stood in their way.

The lord wanted to shout, he grabbed the gem pin on his chest, and his mage stopped him before he could crush it hard: "Keep it," the mage said, "Someone cast a spell here that hinders teleportation." "Why don't we leave here at once with you, a heavy, useless fat pig?

"We ......"

"We'll take you out of here with flying magic," Although the lord's weight is staggering, but the mages still have a considerable amount of money to collect, the two mages looked at each other to make sure that their thoughts were on the same page, gold, gems, and spellcasting materials were of course very good, but if the summoner of this not ordinary tsunami (they were almost able to confirm it) was a powerful priest or mage, they would not hesitate to abandon the lord and the reward and flee- Now it was up to them to move fast enough, and if the area controlled by the spell that restricted teleportation was as small as they expected.

They moved quickly, but the spell confined an area larger than they expected, and after leaving the dome, with the help of magic, they found the people who called for hurricanes and tides, a group of black-robed men, but not mages but priests, two of whom were also dressed in blue and white clothes embroidered with red lightning stripes - the clothes worn by the High Priests of Talos. And when the lord's mage saw them, he subconsciously glanced down at the lord's clothes, please forgive them for not seeing it at all at the beginning, the lord's fat body made those golden lightning look like a variety of stripes on a multi-stud melon, it didn't look like it should be at all, but now they understood it after a little association- The mage who grabbed the lord's arm let go without warning, and his companion was dragged by the sudden weight and nearly fell into the churning sea from mid-air, but he was quick to let go of his hand and cast a spell as the lord grabbed his robes. Cut off his arm.

The lord howled and fell into the water, and the two mages watched indifferently, they didn't want to face such a group of Talos priests - one of them tore the lord's hand from his robe with disgust, wiped the ring from his finger (all rune rings containing magic, but unfortunately, as a mortal, casting spells was not their first reaction), and the useless piece of flesh was thrown into the sea to accompany its master, and then tore open the second scroll, the previous flying spell was about to be diseffected.

And his companion pinched the pin with satisfaction.

The priest of Talos noticed them. After all, the lord had been "carried" by the two spellcasters, and after seeing them throw the lord into the sea, the followers of Talos had no intention of pursuing it, no matter what. Their most important job was to destroy this gorgeous fortress and the people inside.

"But they have tongues, and they have fingers. A priest said viciously.

"The caster of spells who once served a mortal who has blasphemed my god needs Talos's mercy and forgiveness more than we do. The senior priest said that the main thing - the mage who can accompany the lord may not be unusually powerful. But it's going to be very difficult to deal with. He kept staring at the two mages, both suspended in the air, when he realized that the priests had no intention of adding their names to the list of destruction. They bowed deeply to the priests and fled quickly.

"Where are we going?" asked the mage who had taken the lord's ring.

"Go high...... The higher, the better. "Flying is time-limited, and in order to escape the tsunami, they must rush to the highest place they can reach before the spell wears off.

"I don't think that's a good idea. The mage who asked the question said, pointing to the "highest position".

The highest part of the island is the crater, where previously failed to spew out lava piled up in a bowl-shaped basin to form a small cone-shaped tower, which is now almost surrounded by bright red cracks.

The priests of Talos do not drive a catastrophe alone when they focus on destroying a place, the deepest strata are shaken and torn apart by the magic they have prayed to Talos, the rock layers collide with the rock layers, the soft lava is pushed up the fragile faults and fissures, and if the rock layer breaks, the cold groundwater flowing in the rock layer will fall into the lava, causing a burst that once again shakes the overwhelmed surface. The energy that had been carried away by the fire elemental creatures gathered again, crushed each other, assimilated with each other, and accumulated layer by layer, but in the blink of an eye, they finally got rid of the shackles set by humans for hundreds of years, and the huge and scorching wind carried the ashes and fragments into the air, and the mages shouted, not caring if they had escaped the restricted teleportation range, and crushed the rune seal, one of them was particularly unlucky, because the rune seal teleported him directly to the lord's inner vault, where there are the most solid walls and the most dangerous traps, the problem is that they can't isolate the sea water and resist the magma, fortunately, the mage always has a few hole cardsBefore he exhausted all his spells, scrolls, wands, and potions, he finally found a place to live for an unknown amount of time.

He hid in the shadows, the water rushing under his feet, and the most that floated on it were corpses, and he saw Naga, who was no longer in the form of a monitor lizard, but clinging to an ebony wood (probably a roof beam) in a weak human form, and the mage immediately hid himself better, not that he didn't want to see Naga, but he knew too well what Naga would do - if she was really as bad as she looked, you wouldn't be able to see her at all.

The mage's guess was completely correct, after the white-robed mage (who was really not that easy to deal with) appeared, Naga cast a powerful spell that shattered all the brick and stone wreckage tens of feet square around her, she did not wait for the result, but dived into the water to escape, but unfortunately, her enemy fell into the water before the spell burst as expected, and the mage saw only purple and red light- He knew that this was the light that would inevitably be produced when the rapid electric current proceeded in the water, the red robe of Naga rolling in the water, and the white robe of the mage, who in the end seemed to have given up casting spells, and instead engaged in the most direct battle with the power of the flesh.

Naga's bare skin was covered with a layer of fine, hard scales, her pupils shrunk into a straight line, her irises shimmered golden in the gray water, and her arms were almost indistinguishable from her deformed monitor lizard, and her claws might have been sharper, and Cremar's white robes would have taken nearly a year to bask in the sun this time before they could barely regain their original appearance from the thin bands - but both the lich and the spirit of the other world knew that Naga could not leave here.

But even more desperate than the previous lord was probably Naga, she didn't quite understand why she had come to this point, the most recent memory to her was blurry, she seemed to have been hit by a spell and swallowed a potion that should not be swallowed - the dragon blood in her body was still boiling, urging her to fight and fight instead of fleeing, she could not control her body, and the enemy she faced was calm and cruel, he was neither affected by dragon veins nor limited by spells - He wasn't a mage at all, but a warlock, and maybe a dragon warlock! But his blood was so sweet, so hot, so full of life, that it drove her mad more than anything she had ever tasted......

The otherworldly soul let Naga's claws stab into her shoulder, her teeth digging into his neck, but that was the end of it, as Cremar's Mithril dagger stabbed precisely under her left breast, crushing the strong heart. (To be continued.) )