If you just look at it with your eyes, then the priest of the Giant Mountain tribe seems to have indulged in the pleasure of plundering like the other frost giants, but in fact, he always has one eye to peep at the red-robed warlock. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When Ostal raised his hand, the priest's magic was ready to be unleashed, but Ostal cast the spell not to attack but to protect—the average frost giant was fifteen feet tall, including women, while the mountain was twenty feet tall, second only to his eldest son who was eighteen to nineteen feet tall, and if nothing else, he might be even taller than his father in a few years. After scooping up all the gold he could see, he ordered a frost giant to kneel on all fours, and he stepped on it without mercy, weighing about three thousand pounds to make the poor stepper snort. They should be glad that this temple was built for dragons, adult dragons are only taller and heavier than the frost giants, and their claws are so sharp, so every part of this place is solid and solid, otherwise the ordinary ground would have crumbled or shattered long ago.

What the eldest son of the mountain coveted, does he need to ask more? Of course, it is the golden lampstand that hangs in the center of the dome. There is a baseline in this hall, that is, all the decorations or lampstands should not be lower than fifty feet, lest the dragon be hit on the head or scratched by the eyes when he wants to walk in his original form, and this lampstand is no exception. The eldest son of the mountain roared and rested his feet on the shoulders of the other frost giant, while his "makeshift mount" struggled to his feet in pain, and the other two frostgiants ran up to help, so that their new leader could finally stand trembling on his massive shoulders. The Frost Giant was nearly seventeen feet tall under the feet of the Mountain, but he was already very old, bigger than the Mountain, and was almost close to the cordon where he was about to be expelled from the Horde, and the weight of the Mountain's eldest son made him gasp for breath, but the latter could not touch the lampstand - more Frost Giants came running, and they placed the old Frost Giant on the shoulders of the other Frost Giants, and lifted him up with the leader, so that the fingers of the eldest son of the Mountain could finally touch the lampstand.

The shape of the golden lampstand is sixteen small dragons with wings ready to fly, to put it mildly, it looks more like a slender lizard with two small wings growing at the front end of the body, they wear a crown on their heads, the crown is the base of the candle, and their tails are bent and hanging down to the center, and the whole looks like the calyx of a multi-petaled upright golden lily, and at the end of the "calyx" hangs a fluorite, which is used to provide lighting for the whole room, and the value of fluorite may be greater than the whole lampstand. The eldest son of the giant mountain first grabbed the fluorite that was gently swaying in the breeze, and then grabbed the "calyx" of the lampstand, he let out an excited cry, and the frost giant who was holding him retreated after hearing this shout, including the old frost giant, who could be said to have fallen and hurriedly climbed away, the eldest son of the giant mountain hung on the lampstand, and there was a terrible creaking sound from the link between the lampstand and the dome, and the person who grabbed it was still shaking his legs, trying to pull it down by his own weight.

They could see the massive pedestal swaying again and again, a gap gradually revealing between it and the translucent dome, and the frost giants flapping their axes and hammers, each eye watching for the gap, hoping that it would fall off the next moment—except for the priest, who had only one eye on the gold, but he was more aware of the existence of the trap than any of the frost giants (not even the eldest son of the mountain hanging from the lampstand).

A magic rune seal containing the magic of a powerful flame. The person who set this trap attached the seal to the base, and it was almost impossible for a non-caster to take down the golden lampstand without triggering the spell.

It's hard to imagine how brilliant and dangerous this spell is unless you see it - the boiling flames rush first into the dome, it is a dazzling pillar of light, and when it rushes towards the dome, it flips as quickly as a stream of water, and they flow along the dome like a huge net without mesh, and sparks as dense as stars fall from the sky and fall into the fur of the frost giants, the burning flesh sizzles, and they jump everywhere in pain, only the priest and Ostarr survived. The flames of magic burned swiftly even without fuel, and the heat they produced forced the frost giants together, and the frost giants standing in the center punched and kicked away the frost giants who were unfortunate enough to be tainted with flames and burned. The spell cast by Ostal descended before the trap caused even more damage, and a cold pressure fell from the heads of each frost giant, they could not see the spell, but could feel a terrible suffocation, as if something had drained all the air around them, but it was only for a moment, the flames were gone, and the frost giants flapped their bodies in confusion, completely unaware of what was going on.

The priest was not harmed by the flames, possibly due to the ointment he applied to his body, but his feathers and fur were charred black, and even if he didn't have a mirror, he could tell what he looked like from his arms and legs, let alone the other frost giants as references.

Because of Ostal involvement, only one of the Frost Giants was fatally injured. This unfortunate fellow was the old Frost Giant, who had been used as a mount by the eldest son of the Great Mountain, and although his body was tall, he was much more reactive than the young Frost Giant, and he was pushed down by the other Frost Giants, and fell on the ice, and when the flames poured down, he did not squeeze into the circle in time, so that he was burned on the cheek and eye, and one of his legs was trampled by the other Frost Giants into a soft skin bag wrapped in broken bones, and blood flowed out of it, freezing his body on the ground, and he screamed in pain, but he could not arouse the sympathy of the others, even if they could be considered clansmen and companionsThe priest stepped forward to check on him, and although the injury was serious, it was not impossible to treat it, but he still looked at the pleading eyes and shook his head. The eldest son of the mountain walked up behind the old frost giant and smashed his head with a swing of his hammer, and the executioners took one of the thickest necklaces of the old frost giant (which was actually made of hundreds of chains connected and twisted together, like the frost giant's bracelet and ring), and his bag went to the priest, while the other frost giants swarmed up and took the rest of the gold.

The Winter Wolves had no losses, as the Frost Giant's body was used as a reliable shield and barrier by the same intelligence, or even more intelligent than their owners, and the only two that were threatened were the tips of their tails that had to be exposed.

No one thanked Ostal for "what else?" the priest even rebuked him, "Did the human thieves steal them, or did you deceive us?"

"This is not the Vault I promised you," Ostar said unhurriedly, even dragons can become patient when dealing with dying people, not to mention that they are not yet dragons: "The Dragon's Vault will never weigh less than its own, unless it is a baby dragon," he raised his hand and let the two-headed viper little devil Ammonis fly, "follow it, and you will soon see gold and precious stones like a mountain." ”

The little devil let out a shrill laugh: "Abundance is like a dream that has never been better." It chimed in.

As we described above, the hall is connected to the corridor. Here, nothing makes the frost giants feel more comfortable than that every place is built to cater to the needs of the dragon, there are no narrow gaps, there are no low roofs, even the passages, they can walk side by side in the corridor, the red-robed warlock and the little devil walk in front, in case of more traps, but the rest of the journey can be said to be quiet and comfortable, the walls of the corridor are inlaid with fluorite, although not as big as the previous fluorite, but it is also quite considerable, but the priest solemnly warned the frost giants that they are not allowed to dig any of them。

"Did you hear anything?" asked a frost giant.

"What?" asked one of the frost giants at the back of the room in a panic, he still couldn't control his hands, although the priest said they could take the fluorite when they returned, but his lungs had been injured, and he felt a fish bone pierce his ribs during intense exercise, and after the old frost giant's death, his status fell from the second to the last to the first, and he didn't feel that he could snatch such beautiful stones from the other frost giants. So even though the priest had given a warning, he secretly dug up a fluorite from the wall that he thought was the smallest. There are so many of them that no one will notice if one is poached.

"We're going down?" said the third frost giant, his feet stumbling, his head rushing forward unconsciously, and he could feel himself walking down a slope that was sloping downward.

"I'm talking about sounds, not the ground," said the frost giant, who was the first to speak, angrily, "you're such a fool. ”

"You're a fool!" the third frost giant replied unceremoniously, and the first to speak raised his fist without hesitation, giving his companion a moment, none of the frost giants would cower back in the fight, they immediately scuffled together, and the priest walking in the middle of the line twisted his neck impatiently and looked back: "Kawu is on top!" he screamed, "Run!"

An ice hockey ball with a diameter almost equal to the width and height of the tunnel was tumbling down the slope from top to bottom, and although they didn't know where it came from, none of the frost giants wanted to test its weight, and they ran lifelessly down the tunnel, while their puppies ran faster than they did. Some people may think that running down the slope down the slope is easy, but, of course not, the Frost Giants' bodies seem to be more timid than their legs, and they soon tripped over their own legs, so some clever Frost Giants simply gathered themselves and began to roll down- It was a messy but effective one, as the puck only caught up with the three frost giants when they slid into the end of the ramp, the one at the back, and the two who scuffled together, and their moans could still be heard in the corridor, but no one would step in to save their lives.

Or rather, none of the frost giants could think of anything other than gold at this time.

At the end of the tunnel is a huge cavern, like a cave in the dwarven iron bone city, it is large enough to allow the dragon to fly in it, but its top surface is not stalagmites, but icicles, and the walls of the cave are also covered with crystal ice and snow, as for the ground, from the place where the giants are trampling, you can see scattered gold coins, like small flowers blooming at the feet of the goddess Woking, they fall to the ground scattered, the careless energy, similar to the small pebbles that no one pays attention to on the side of the ordinary road.

Some of the Frost Giants immediately crouched down to dig them up, but they were sealed in the thick ice, and one Frost Giant even shredded his own fingernails to dig up a few gold coins.

"Don't be stupid," said the priest hoarsely, "look ahead." His voice was still a little wary, but there was more greed and ecstasy.

Following the guide of the gold coins, they saw a stream of gold and silver, first a stream, then a great river, and then a vast lake, and the frost giants who dug up the gold coins immediately felt remorse, because the further back they went, the more fragile the ice covered the gold became, and later the frost giants could grab a handful of gold coins and gold ornaments and fill them into their bags as soon as they stretched out their hands, and soon their bags became heavy, and they placed the bags on the back of the winter wolf, and began to wear ornaments on their bodies, in addition to chains that could be joined together and crowns that served as rings, they also stuffed the gems into their mouths。

The eldest son of the mountain glared at the priest angrily, for he had just picked up a crown and put it on his thumb when the priest knocked it off, "What do you want?" he cried, his fear of the priest had been diluted by the gold, and the arrogance and complacency of being a leader had made the former even more obscure.

Of course, the priest would once again "teach" the silly big man when he returned to the tribe, but now he needed the young frost giant, and he held up a finger and pointed the other frost giants to the eldest son of the mountain.

"They're taking my gold!" said the eldest son of the mountain, angrily.

"They have forgotten that we still have enemies!" cried the priest, and some of the frost giants even dropped their weapons - perhaps the eldest son of the mountain realized this, and if he had found a better reason to prevent others from taking his gold, he rushed over and beat one of the frost giants viciously, and the frost giant fell into the stream of gold, and after a moment of confusion he screamed fiercely, and the eldest son of the mountain grabbed his weapon. (To be continued.) )