The Dragontooth Knight glanced up at the new city, which looked as if it was floating on the crimson sea, the obsidian scale towers towering into the sky, and beneath the towers were fortresses, towers, and mansions less than a tenth of the former's height, and they stood one after another on man-made islands, like a swarm of lizards coiling around the dragon. www.biquge.info According to a warlock he was familiar with, these buildings seemed spectacular, but in fact cost far less gold and labor than the Black Tower, and of course, even if their new owner was indeed more generous than any of the Highnesses in Grenada, he would not be foolish enough to waste Mithril and magic on mortals.

Some of the warlocks and mages who worked for His Highness Cremar wanted to be able to settle in the Black Tower, even if it was only as apprentices and disciples, if nothing else, even in Grenada, there were only a few warlock towers in the tower that were almost completely covered with Mithril, and ordinary spellcasters were not qualified to set foot at all, and they might not even have the opportunity to take a look. But so far, only a handful of people have been invited by His Highness Kremar, such as Danos, who is a dragonborn with strong blood, so he is destined to be a warlock, and when he is in the tower, he changes into a red velvet robe, puts on soft-soled shoes, puts his hands in his sleeves, and on the way to his room, he sniffs the cold air greedily - he has never imagined what a Mithril ruled Warlock Tower can do to a spellcaster. Power is flowing around you, with a pleasant sound, with a rich breath, and your power is so strong and so docile that you can turn it wherever you need it as you like a fog. He noticed black, silver, or emerald runes looming in the blue-white glow of Mithril on the walls, floors, and columns, spells cast by warlocks and mages who had the privilege of serving His Highness, and who were stranded and hidden, waiting for their masters and enemies to arrive at an unknown time. The whole Black Tower, like a huge scroll, no, it should be said to be a curling and colossal rune disk, Danos held his hands, lest he trigger one of them on impulse, as one of the participants, he knew that these spells did not all exist independently, one spell would trigger the other, and the other would trigger more...... His Highness Cremar did not show his compassion in this regard, but rather revealed the bad temper that Danos was all too familiar with and that spellcasters (especially Grenada's) were all too familiar with.

He carefully conceded a teleportation trap that could teleport the misguided idiot directly into the boiling lava.

The former member of the Dragonthorn stood in front of a seemingly seamless wall, chanting a brief incantation, like invisible water pouring on him, the cold and wet feeling from the top of Danos's hair to his feet, the warlock knew that it was a spell at work, he walked forward, through the wall, beyond the wall was the void, if it was a mage, or those who only had this shallow red dragon blood, they would cast a flying spell, or a slow fall, but Danos only spread his wings, and he put them away after he landed on the ground, and connected his tail, and his warlock robe deliberately opened three gaps for this。

Occasionally Danos felt that there was nothing wrong with changing the court, at least he didn't need to disguise himself now, he could stretch out his tail and membranous wings at any time, like stretching out his third leg or second pair of arms, and his whole body stretched out a lot, and His Highness Cremar didn't need him for the time being, he had a lot of free time - to do something he liked and interesting to do or to hook up with Greday's priest girl, and with his own mount, a hargyptohead sphinx that threw its former owner from thousands of feet in the air.

A glimmer of light made Danos turn his head, and when he saw the source of the light, he couldn't help but snort, for nothing else, because of the Mithril exoskeleton armor equipped by the other party, in the sun, it was really dazzling.

His Highness is too willful.

Mithril Adamantite, which had never been seen on slaves and playthings before, could be forged into an arrow or used as a plating for armor even the tiniest of decorations. And the beast slaves of His Highness Kremar are equipped with a full set of ...... When Danos knew that they were called exoskeleton armor, they were like bone spiders that could only be seen in the abyss, with many arms and legs stretched out and hugging the graceful female tightly, with about six sharp claws reaching out to the wings, so that the two heavy wings would not become a burden and a disease for the beasts, and magic allowed them to turn and turn in the air with lightness, take off and land, and fly. Some people say that His Highness Cremar did this only because he was pitiful and did not have any power of his own, and that Kelmen and Kels, who had a red dragon mother, were not to mention, and even Mitkot, who was next to the new king, could openly pity him, of course, for pure Grenada, this mercy was akin to a subtle humiliation.

They waited, and in the black market casinos, the impure highness was the most favored object of the bookmaker, and Danos recalled that there were bets that he would be "surprised" again in three months There were bets that he would try to escape, or escape into the Warlock's Tower, or into other countries, as he had done last time, and there were bets that he would be a sacrifice to Gredi, or a test object for one of the Mentors in the Warlock's Tower, and so on, but no one could have imagined that he would be favored by the new king and Gredi in such a short period of time.

There are traces of the new king's mind, he hates Kelmen and Kelce, just like his red dragon wife, and he wishes that these two children were never born - if anything, it is that the red dragon dislikes Kelmen and Kelce because they are stupid and weak, but the new king ...... It's because of Gredi. No one knows why Greday would be so indulgent to the new king, just as the new king would hate Greday so much - it would seem a bit too far-fetched to say that it was just because of power, after all, before the new king, every king of Grenada could be said to be Gredi's puppets, and they could probably receive less than one-tenth of the favor in front of the new king.

Mitkot was originally a dagger for the new king, but unfortunately, as a weapon, Mitkot was obviously too smart and flexible, although he got the dragon's tooth army from the new king, he didn't mean to put himself in a situation where there was no way back, although he served the new king, but he would also avoid opening the blades of Kelmen and Kels, and only give a slight punishment and warning when he thought it was needed, but Mitkot really shouldn't forget that his father was not an idiot with no eyes, and who better knew how to be false and wrongful than the latterHe had been at Gredi's feet for hundreds of years, longer than any previous king of Grenada, and Mitkot's actions angered him, but he did not let go of his hand holding his eldest son until he had regained a new, powerful chip.

A mocking smile tugged at Danos' lips, and he said from the bottom of his heart that his new master was much better than Mitkot. Kelse's death, everyone knows who is behind it, because it involves nearly half of the "hive" relationship, the senior pastor of the royal capital has been furious for several days in a row, but no one has been able to find any clues that can be used as evidence - in the end, it is only a case in which the young priest is said to have mistakenly summoned a demon in the room that he cannot control, thus causing this tragic and unexpected conclusion and the whole thing is over.

In the Warlock's Tower, in the taverns, in the merchants' mansions, in the prostitutes' beds, and even in the bathrooms, there were whispers, and almost everyone was praising His Highness Cremar, who had masterminded this conspiracy, and it was evident that although he had been away from Grenada for so long, he had not forgotten all the things he had learned from Grenada and his mentors in his youth, and even had a blue out of blue trend, look at his plan, not only vicious, but also bold, who would have thought that he would do it when he left the royal capital of GrenadaWhat did he leave behind - slaves, a fallen priest of Rosada, and a group of squires who were hard to say who was more loyal, although the Dragon's Tooth Legion was stationed near the royal capital, but at that time he had replaced Mitkot for less than a month, and everyone could see that the knights of the Dragon's Tooth did not think that Mitkot would be gone for too long.

Most of the royal capital, or more correctly, except for a few people, probably didn't think of the black-haired dragonborn as Grenada, and even if they were on their knees before him, they were more still unimpressed. Danos really wanted to know who was working for this strange highness, and if he could, Danos felt that he could be friends with him - maybe once in a while, and then go to a drink and find a woman, and they belonged to the same person now, anyway.

A sudden chirp interrupted Danos's assumptions, and a griffinx was opening its beak menacingly at the winged beast, its beak opening to fit into the beast's tiny head, and when closed, it burst like a plump grape, but the winged beast only raised its wings, and the mythril toes at the tips of its wings pierced into half of the white pigs—it was their job, feeding these hideous and irascible monsters, which was not an easy and pleasant thing. Humans have always been at the top of the griffin's diet, which is why two-thirds of the knights have been dropped from thousands of feet by their mounts, and it's interesting to say that they are contemptuous of each other, the knights think that the heads of the birds are just donkeys with wings and claws, and the griffinx think that they are an extra honor for allowing humans to sit on their backs...... Well, we've all seen the results.

It is still the pot of his new master, His Highness Cremar.

Danos admired the battle between the winged beasts and the Hippogriffs, who may have been a little contemptuous at first, but as time passed, their violent temperament was gradually fully revealed, although as a sphinx with a certain amount of intelligence knew that these human identities were different from those of servants and mercenaries, but ...... When the battle becomes more and more intense, let alone it, even the winged beasts are screaming wildly, and if this continues, sooner or later there will be casualties.

"Aren't you going to stop it?" said Danos suddenly.

Not far from him, stood the oldest of the winged beasts, with a warrior-like fortitude on her beautiful face, who did not react to Danos's suggestion, but only took a cautious step back, bowed respectfully, and just hung her shoulders slightly, turning into a place where Thanos could not directly see, "Do you really need to be so vigilant?" Danos whispered, then raised his voice, "Hey," he said, "We're in this group! I'm not going to do anything!"

He waited for a moment, but it was clear that the winged beast didn't believe him at all, he walked over and glanced at her, and saw that she had long since slipped away silently, but he really wouldn't do anything? Danos smiled slightly, and removed his habitual spellcasting gesture from his sleeve. In this short moment, the battle between the Hippogriff and the young, or rather the young, winged beast, was over, and it was better than Danos had thought, the griffin was just lazily lying there, but when the winged beast threw a large piece of white pork elbow in front of it, it did not make a threatening gesture again, but lowered its head and pecked at the fat piece of meat.

Danos felt a slight jealousy, and of course he understood that this was a gentle way of teaching, and that it was better than having a warlock, a knight, to teach - not to mention whether the Grenada would deign to be a mentor to a slave, and even if the warlocks could cast flying and levitation, they would not have wings on their backs, and they would not be able to empathize with the changes these wings had made for these slaves - let alone a knight who could wield a broadsword with both arms. However, the Hippogriff also has wings, and they cannot use weapons, only sharp beaks and claws, which is a clever fit for the winged beasts. Winged beasts have no arms, only wings, and the only weapons that can be called weapons are the Mithril toes sticking out of the wingtips of the wings, and the spikes on the knees, aren't these their beaks and claws?

But in the whole process, neither His Highness Cremar, nor the fallen priest beside him, nor the summoned succubus who refused to leave, nor the gray robe, did not show up—a practice that was familiar to Danos. In the perception of Grenada, everything comes at a price, even if sometimes it's so high that you have to pay for your life.

Is it true that these are just the years that His Highness Cremar spent in Grenada? He has been gone for so long, and the mentor has not left a deep enough mark on his life? Danos is not convinced, "I really want to meet your mentor, Your Highness. He whispered.

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It probably would have occurred to Danos that the man he wanted to meet, or rather, an immortal, was only a few hundred feet away from him when he said that.

At the top of the Black Tower was Cremar's residence and stargazing room, but just as dawn was approaching, the room was overrun by a bored grey robe.

"Long time no see," he said softly to the lich, "my dearest disciple, I'm glad you haven't changed at all, well, I mean, as we were when we first met, ambitious and full of distress. ”

The lich controlled himself from looking behind him and bowed deeply. The Grey Robe, as we have guessed, is his true mentor, the one who holds the Contract, the mad demigod Lich Ederna in the Seventy-Seven Islands who is known to him as a half-skeleton, and in the royal capital of Grenada, he is only a small Grey Robe—ignoring his glorious record of beating every Warlock's Tower Mentor into a little cake.

Yes, he was willing to be a gray robe, he was a gray robe, he was willing to be a monkey when he was in the Seventy-Seven Islands, and the undead had traveled thousands of miles to get bananas for dessert at midnight tea parties.

Whenever the lich remembered his mentor, he proudly said, "This is power!"

He wanted to travel back and tear up that young, ignorant, innocent and lovely self......