Of course, the lich didn't know that the Mentor in the Seventy-Seven Islands was thinking he was being eagerly missed because of his occasional flash of thought, and while the demigod lich had apparently forgotten to sneeze instead of coughing when someone brought it up, so what, you would be hard-pressed with the Mentor, or indeed the entire Seventy-Seven Islands, to find someone or a deceased person who would upset a demigod lich over such trivial matters. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He was rewarded with a routine and had the privilege of meeting "Mother" Gredy again - verbally submitting an evaluation of the rune fragments before he had the opportunity to return to his chamber - The dwarves Collapse and the three gnomes have created twelve exoskeletons to equip on the female bestials who are willing to accept the gift, and it is not surprising that there are still people who would rather give up this rare opportunity, they have no family and nothing to look forward to, they have chosen a peaceful death, and they are grateful for it. The same happened to the girls and boys with their cat ears and claws, because they were not modified to make them a normal human again, but a monster, so some of them still did not want to endure the pain, and after making sure that their new owner was a benevolent person as they had assumed, they used potions to put themselves to sleep until the poison in the blood of the beasts seeped into their bone marrow and caused death.

Two other unfortunate children were too weak to hold on and eventually had to give up, and the dwarves placed a black iron shield on their small chests, the shield was small, like a large brooch, but it was a dwarven tribute to the warriors, more rare than the chain mail of Mithril or the spear of pure gold. They didn't know where to bury him. In Grenada, the slaves ended up in the guts of wild beasts, and Collapse decided to burn them, and then the ashes and shields were thrown into molten iron, which was forged into sharp daggers or daggers, which were held in the hands of their companions.

As for what the survivors expected - warm rooms, plenty of food, clean water, clothes to cover their bodies, and relatives and loved ones they could not give up on, these were also satisfied, and when the black-haired Dragonborn became the new owner of the Dragon's Tooth, there were always countless merchants willing to work for him, not to mention the attention of his father and brother, but the new king was worried that Cremar's performance was still not good enough, and his actions were essentially ridiculed by many - Yes, the black-haired dragonborns did not recruit the mighty warlocks, the fierce knights, and the clever merchants, but instead put their precious energies on a bunch of lowly toys, and they could understand His Highness's distrust of the Grenadas, but could these deformed beasts be truly loyal to him? They would beg him for what they wanted, and of course flattered others for the same things.

Of course, it does not mean that the people of Grenada can have the so-called loyalty, loyalty in Grenada is only a symbol, it symbolizes profit and violence, without the support of the latter, the former will only collapse in an instant. But if His Highness is willing to choose his colleagues or classmates, he can at least get a useful group of subordinates, and what can these beasts do?

"Good. Honkai said, he removed his shield, and on the shield there were three scratches on the opposite side, which were able to leave such deep scratches on the steel shield that they penetrated the shield, even the griffinx might not be able to do it, but because of their generous master, all the claws that had been replaced and installed were pure gold, along with the parts that connected to the bones, "Do you feel pain?" the dwarf asked with concern.

"It doesn't hurt that much anymore. The cat-eared beast man opposite him replied, if it hurts, of course, anyway, these adamantite claws can be folded in the flesh pad like a real cat, so they must be connected to the nerves that can command them, just like the exoskeleton armor of the winged beast, they can only be ornaments without a mind to command. But that meant they could feel every blow and damage to their claws, just as humans can feel their fingers, but this method would probably give them the most unexpected weapons, and no one could have imagined how powerful they would be when they were hidden in their soft, fluffy fur. He thought as he flicked his tails, their tails regrown and implanted like their claws, the same adamantite that replaced their tailbones, and they were wrapped in powerful muscles that could hang a heavily armed dwarf or two gnomes if necessary.

The problem was that they knew that they were just a little troublesome bugs in front of real knights and warlocks, but now it was only the Dwarves who could train them, after all, he had been a warrior for decades, and perhaps the eldest of the winged beasts, which made them a little restless. Although the souls of the other world did not initially think to ask them to do something for themselves, their loved ones, and their loved ones, even without the Lich's reminder, it knew that unconditional giving would only make people feel dazed and confused, and that it was important for them to know that they still had something to use.

"Do you know where your greatest weapon is?" said their master, "it is the contempt that people regard for you." ”

"Will you use us as Assassins?" asked a bold female bestiality, her wings flapping softly in the air, looking so light and fragile.

"Maybe. The former immortal said, "But I think it might be more like an unexpected gift." ”

"If we die," asked another female bestiac, "or get caught......"

"It's better not to get caught. The lich calmly pointed out, "But it's more likely that you won't be caught, not the body," he said slowly, "and neither will the soul." He said this in a tone that made everyone present tremble.

"I can assure you," the lich continued, "that you will suffer no more, and no one will be able to find your trace from the ashes of the mourning wasteland, and your souls will rest in peace. ”

"What about our family?"

"Your family is far away from Grenada," said the lich, "only I know where they are, and that place may not be rich enough, but it is absolutely peaceful and peaceful, there is no war, no overly cruel and ridiculous lords, no mages, but there will be a priest of Ilmut or Tyre in the village." ”

His words warmed and softened the expressions of the beasts, who may not have that possibility, and who do not want to see their lovers and relatives again, but it is enough to know that they are no longer slaves or sacrifices, and can live in peace and stability elsewhere- A Grenada might laugh at them for not suspecting that they had been deceived by the black-haired Dragonborn, but as they had been told from the outset and knew all too well, they were worth less than a Dragonborn's lie, especially since the Dragonborn was still the prince of Grenada.

"Will they die?" asked Honkai after they left, dressed in a long linen coat and leather armor according to dwarven tradition, and his beard glowed with gold. He spent a lot of time in those rooms that didn't see the light of day, but like all the dwarves, even if they didn't see the sun for a hundred years, working in the caves and drinking ale, their skin would still be rougher and darker than the barbarians struggling to survive in the desert.

"Hopefully not. "The lich said that at least the other soul in this body hoped so.

And at this very moment, the new king, troubled by his unusual sons, was rummaging through his memories for his pawns, the bright, the dark, the old, the young, the righteous (yes, no joke at all), the evil...... Cremar's personality is still very confusing, you say he doesn't belong to Grenada, he can accept a gray robe, he can destroy a tribe with a single hand, you say he belongs to Grenada, but he is willing to pay the expensive Mithril Essence for the lowly and useless beasts - although this can be summed up in the experiment, the ratio of gain and loss is clearly out of balance, and he doesn't seem to have a penchant for gratuitous killing, and he is even a little weak in the face of hostile people.

No, wait, if it were another means, he could also say that he had taught those people a hard lesson. The new king couldn't help but smile at the thought of his eldest son complaining that Cremar's mount had lured the eagle-headed sphinx in the Dragon's Tooth Legion to absorb a powder addiction and use it to take the last gold coin from the Dragon's Tooth Knight's purse, he knew why Mitkot was a little uneasy, his eldest son had wanted to empty his younger brother and make him a banner attacked by the enemy, but in fact, he had instead become the weapon and shield of the youngest brother, and if he hadn't made a quick decision, maybe even the control of the first detachment would have been lost- They had made a similar prediction before, that the Dragontooth Knights would only be loyal to Gredi, but not so pious to their leader, they would be bribed and succumb to great power, but now even the new king did not expect this kind of scene.

His son, a cunning merchant, had monopolized the only goods, taking the knights' gold instead of giving his own purse for their support, and the new king could imagine their despondency, but until the war was over, until another powerful beast replaced the harpy-headed sphinx, the only thing they could do was endure, and perhaps be grateful for it, given that the black-haired dragonborn allowed them to trade slaves for the powder that they had not yet seen. Even the warlocks in the Warlock's Tower couldn't find the powder from it, they could only detect that it was a magical plant, not poisonous, and addictive - in fact, the Hippogriffs could not touch them at all, but the beasts had never tried to curb their desires from the beginning, but this was also a helpless thing, after all, if their mounts were of high character and temperament, there would be no way to live in harmony with the red dragon.

The new king can only open his inner library to appease the eldest son, but he knows that Mittekot is still full of anger, maybe he thinks that his father will favor him and use his power to oppress his youngest brother, but he really shouldn't forget that he is in Grenada, there is no necessity in Grenada except strength, although the new king pampers the eldest son, but he can also pamper the other son, if this son can perform better than the other children, he will not be stingy with the wealth and connections in his hands.

"But who should be chosen?" said the new king to himself, saying that he needed someone who could help him look at the people of Cremar.

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As Mitkot walked out of the inner gates, the guards knelt down on one knee at him, and the corridor suddenly became empty, and the lizard he sat on strode forward steadily and stride, and only after he had left did anyone dare to continue his journey.

The guards checked the caravan master's papers, which could only be signed by the Grenada, so they could be sold for a high price outside of Grenada - but this was not a new caravan, the caravan owner had met with the guards no less than five times, but he had not yet been qualified as a merchant in the inner city, and he had to wait here for another man to bring his caravan into the inner city.

"There's a new face in your caravan. Said the merchant of Grenada.

"Pull back the hood and let him see your face. Said the caravan owner.

The man did as he was told, and as soon as he pulled back his hood, the answerer's expression became a little softer, for the faces of the visitors were clearly branded, and although they were treated and beautified, in any case, the person who could leave blasphemy and murder on his cheeks would not be a man who was not popular with Grenada.

"He's a pastor. Said the caravan owner.

"It used to be. The man said humbly.

"But he can still use herbs, and is very proficient," said the caravan master, "and it is said that he came here in search of a friend." ”

"Who are you looking for?" the answerer asked, perhaps a priest of Ilmot, whose followers leave Ilmot's ranks every year when they could no longer endure the torment, but killing relatives was obviously meaningful.

"Cremar. "If I'm not mistaken," said Adele, "his father rules all of Grenada. (To be continued.) )