-- The Blighted Spirit is an elegant and profound name, but the Grand Duke calls it the Swamp of Mud, and his people call it the Stinking Pool, and I think the Lich knows the name of it, but he just won't tell me—but I'm used to it, he's always been so stingy and calculating......

- by Otherworldly Souls

They set out the next day, and the spirit of the other world thought they would see a place like a snow-covered swamp or something like the terrain it had seen on TV, but in reality, it was a dry and desolate mire. www.biquge.info It is said that hundreds of years ago, water from the snow-covered swamp flowed through here, creating such a vast and moist species in the hollow, in the distant memory, they once brought abundant harvest and cool water vapor to mankind, but I don't know when it began, first the source dried up, and then the accumulated swamp water began to rot and stink, fish floated on the surface of the water with their stomachs turned over, reeds and ferns fell in patches, and the pungent smell under the scorching sun could be transmitted to dozens of miles away.

Later, the people who still lived here became indifferent, and the consuls of the place burned the remaining trees and vegetation along the edge of the marsh, which was completely put to an end, and it has been forgotten forever. When Kremar asked about the Grand Duke, he was even a little dazed, not remembering that there was such a place in his territory, or that there was such a mage. Of course, he could not refuse the request of the Grenada, and sincerely, the Grand Duke considered him very lucky, after all, these uninvited guests were not as brutal as one might think, and did not make a request that he could not do.

"It stinks. Keou said.

The other griffinxes were complaining that one warlock, for himself and for the beast that carried him, threw a small spell almost at random, a spell that could drive away the stench that haunted them, and even a gifted person who had not systematically studied it could release it, but he only got a burst of light, and he fell down screaming, while the knight next to him jumped up from the back of his mount with literal agility, and another warlock threw a protective spell suddenly- A twisted protective spell, like an invisible monster, that had bitten the back half of the eagle-headed sphinx in a single bite, its flesh torn into pink fines in the hurricane, but nothing outside of the transparent barrier.

The Dragontooth Knight knew that his mount was hopeless as soon as he fell, and he paused gloomily, drew his dagger and slashed the head of the bird that was still screaming.

"The bottomless abyss is below," said one of the warlocks, "this is a magical zone of madness. ”

The existence of the Crazy Magic Zone may have lasted longer than the Magic Galaxy, but the flood was a thousand years ago, and the fluctuations of the plane and the war of the gods almost destroyed the plane, and then although it miraculously calmed down, everything seemed to become orderly and regular, but the Crazy Magic Zone did not disappear with the turmoil, they could appear anywhere, and it could be said that the only natural enemy of the spellcasters - except for each other.

Spells unleashed in the Spell of Madness can fail, produce extreme effects, or deflect the target of the spell, as well as other strange consequences that may have been fatally devastated for the caster who can no longer speak.

The otherworldly soul examined the warlock's face, but luckily he only wanted to cast a small spell, so the damage was not very serious.

"Is something wrong?" asked one of the Dragontooth Knights, "How is it possible that the Crazy Magic Zone is inhabited by a mage?"

"Holes. A warlock said. "The Crazy Magic Zone is never complete, and if I have to say, it's like a piece of cloth with uneven edges and holes that we call 'holes', where magic can be cast and have an effect. He looked at the withered trees, a hint of greed in his eyes: "But the price to pay to live in such a hole may surprise us." ”

"But we need to go through there. The Dragontooth Knight said, "In the case that our casters are unable to cast spells. ”

"Absolutely," said the Warlock, in a humorous tone of brutality that is quite common to Grenadas, "but we all have to be quick." ”

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The Dragontooth Knight has never missed his mount so much.

Even Kremar had to leave the human-faced sphinx in a place where they could barely tolerate these smelly creatures, walking on dry and muddy ground (not a misnomer, every place they landed was covered with a bitter and salty saline crust, but the mud was sticky and slippery underneath), a feeling that made the Dragontooth Knights, accustomed to stone bricks and sand, feel as uncomfortable as stepping on a thousand pounds of gerbil gonadal secretions, and they had to be constantly on the lookout for threats from this strange land。

They had been attacked by a colony of mud bats, the same species as the Ice Devil Bats that Cremar had encountered in the Far North, but they were much less cute, but in appearance, they resembled slime-smeared hairless bats, the height and weight of a six-year-old human child, and when their membranous wings flapped, they would throw a corrosive liquid onto people's eyes and faces, and if not, they would generously replenish the acid that spewed out of that pointed mouth, which melted immediately when it touched leather armor, and became dull and colorless when steel touched themCracks will appear at the slightest blow - the warlocks intimidate them with dragon language, but without much success, they are forced to throw flames at them, which can be considered the sharpest weapon against this kind of monster, after all, it is difficult for acid to break through their slimy skin, and lightning and freezing are not effective. The mud bats fled after leaving behind a number of charred corpses, but the enraged little monsters left them with gifts before fleeing - balls of acid thrown from a distance, and a thick foul-smelling fog.

The fog caused several warlocks and knights who did not get out in time to vomit uncontrollably, burning the mucous membranes in their eyes, mouths, and noses, and just when they were in pain, a violent stream of water fell from the sky and pushed them directly to the ground, but thanks to Gredi, it was indeed clear and pure water, which not only dispersed the fog, but also washed away the acid that adhered to them.

"It's not fair. One of the Dragontooth Knight said that his hair was half charred and half yellow—the Warlock had intended to drive away the Mud Demon Bat that was grabbing his head and spitting acid upwards, but the flaming arrow turned into a fireball halfway through, and its flames did drive away the Mud Demon Bat, but at the same time burned the other half of the knight's remaining hair: "They seem to be completely unaffected by the Frenzy Magic Zone." ”

"They seem to be used to living here. A warlock said that he walked towards a mud demon bat that was imprisoned by his spell, and the mud demon bat tried to spit acid at him, but the acid suddenly burst in its throat, as if someone had put a cannon in it, and the warlock subconsciously erected a barrier, and the acid and broken internal organs in the mud demon bat's body splattered everywhere.

The barrier twisted in less than a breath, and the Warlock was jerked out of the magic-covered area by a tremendous force, the air where he had been standing let out a sharp whistling, and the invisible blade grazed the Warlock's forehead, his forehead hair falling to the ground, not a single inch more than an inch...... The warlock paused, swallowing hard, "Thank you very much," he said, turning his head away, and then he saw a little devil with a face full of regret, and don't ask him how he could see regret in a hamster's face—a thin silver rope stretched out of the listless hamster, one end still tightly wrapped around his ankle.

The rope gladly accepted his thanks, and it slid down the warlock's ankle, nodding at him as he left.

"Thank you very much, my Highness. "The warlock has found the right person this time, the little devil and the rope are both black-haired dragonborns, and there is only one one he needs to thank for.

"Be careful. His Highness simply reminded him. Then he turned to the knight, who was a little dumbfounded by the misfortune of the connection: "I think it's quite fair, and if we have to say it, we can only think that the heart of the god of luck is always unusually changeable. ”

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"You may be blamed," Ostar said, "and the 'mother' loves the child." ”

The young red dragon glanced at him, and if another person, even her son Kelmen, dared to disobey its wishes so bluntly, there was little end to it but a painful and long death. But standing in front of her was Ostar, in addition to being the leader of the dragon thorn, he was also the lover of the red dragon for a short time, not even one of them, the red dragon's love for him was still as hot as fire, and the red dragon was still willing to indulge him once before this love subsided.

"A useless man who is dying," said the red dragon jokingly, "or do you know why my mother would be so kind to such a bastard?" tell me, and maybe I will have time to withdraw my orders. ”

"How do you think I know something you can't?" Ostar, pretending to be surprised, asked.

"Come to me," said the red dragon, who grabbed her by the neck and dragged her onto the bed as Ostar approached her, "There is still a lot we don't know. Tell me, I know you still have a lot of interesting little secrets, you were his enemy, and you brought him back to Grenada, and you know only more than we do. ”

"We. Ostal repeated: "Who else are we? your sister or brother?"

"You know enough for you to make a choice," said the red dragon, "tell me, and then I will lay an egg for you, an egg stronger than Kelmen or Kels, your blood is weak, but your descendants will have a thicker and purer blood than yours." ”

"It's heartwarming," Austal said, "but you know what? I never knew who my father was, and I didn't care who he was. ”

"You can never imagine how many spells from the Dragon Age are in our memories," the Red Dragon said bluntly, "Do you know my brother? Of course, my father, who is dying, is trying to reincarnate him in a human body......

"That's not good news for a dragon. ”

"Maybe, maybe not," the red dragon seductively and affectionately bit Ostahl's ear, "I know you want to know more, greedy little things, to make our trade fairer—tell me, why does Mother care so much about Cremar?"

"What do you want to do?" said Ostal, "I can't be so stupid and ridiculous as to be caught up in an impossible scheme." ”

"You're already in it. The red dragon said, her leg rubbing against Ostar's waist, the red dragon's body temperature was already higher than that of humans, but now it was more like a piece of red-hot charcoal, and Ostahl even felt pain. "But you're wrong, we don't want to do anything, but we need to know what Mother will do to us - I need your mercy, Ostal. ”

"I can only tell you that if there is such an altar," Ostal said, "you will not be the first." ”

"Who's the first?" the red dragon asked urgently, "Cremar?"

"No," Ostahl paused, "I can't tell you, all I can say is ......" He leaned close to the red dragon's earlobe, as if it were just a short kiss.

"So......" the red dragon looked at him, her golden eyes glowing in the darkness, "I must withdraw my order." ”

"No doubt, dear. ”

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Ostahl felt a hint of pity as she left the tent of the red dragon, the red dragon on the bed was as hot as a flame, her desire could swallow a city, and in another sense, she was also a generous host, and Ostahl got in her hands something comparable to a nation's inner library.

But she was only one of Gredy's children after all.