The young red dragon looked out over the city below the peaks, and Grenada was still as full of deformed prosperity as every day before. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The original Grenada can only be said to be a port city like the Billland Fort, but its conditions are far inferior to the Billland Fortress, where the Billland Fortress faces the sea is a wide cliff, but in the place where it connects to the land, it is a gentle hill, the climate is warm, the rain is abundant, the products are abundant, the trade routes are unimpeded, its wealth can be seen even if you do not look at the inhabitants of the city, just look at the displaced people who have fled from the war-torn places and have no chance to enter the Billland Fort, but can also find a glimmer of life on the edge of the city。

Grenada, of course, was not called Grenada at that time, it was just a small stone town standing at the end of the headland, and all you could see around this stone town was red terracotta and shiny black rocks, and the sun shone on the land, evaporating the water inside, leaving only a thin layer of salt on the soil, which made the land unable to grow trees and plants, and the inhabitants of the stone city could not cultivate or gather, and their only way out was to sail out to sea. At least when they seemed weak, the sea area they had was so narrow that ships from other nations would throw stones and torches at their boats—though it must be said that the fishermen of Stone City were not without fault, and in any case, it was none other than them who first used the fine nets that would wipe out the fish.

No one knows if they remember that in the catastrophe of a thousand years ago, the humble Little Rock Town became a peaceful place isolated from the rest of the world, and after the neighboring countries had fallen into chaos and weakened, they showed their claws and fangs mercilessly. The fine nets used for fishing could be used to trap the soldiers and knights and make them turn on their backs, the grease and fire used to burn the sails and masts of ships were equally useful for setting fire to the eaves and beams, and they were pleasantly surprised to find that the human body was much more brittle than that of whales and seals, and that even the strongest foes weighed no more than a thousand pounds, or had a skull that could withstand a hammer. Moreover, it is much easier and more enjoyable to plunder and slaughter than to toil in the rough sea.

And accompanying these fierce and furious warriors were the red-robed warlocks who even a country might not be able to afford at that time, at the beginning, they were not many in number, but they were as powerful as dragons, their strength seemed to be never lacking, they were not afraid of death or fame, all the mages who dared to stand in front of the Grenada soldiers, Priests, or good magical creatures, tremble and fall under the flames and lightning they cast, no one can resist them, and together with their armies, they can even conquer a city or even a country overnight, just like a tsunami roaring, and the rulers and their relatives are not spared, and they and their people have all their possessions swept away, and the original inhabitants, regardless of their previous status (unless they are spellcasters and willing to sign a magical pact of allegiance to Grenada), are all reduced to slavery, with ropes around their necks, and driven by the goblins to a simple but huge market。

This market is the black market that Grenada is known for throughout the plane.

By the time Tyr, Rosada, and the other gods of goodness had finally returned to their places, and had calmed the mental and physical wounds, and finally had the time and energy to turn their attention to the main material plane, Grenada had completed the difficult task of statehood and expansion in fifty years, and although in the hands of other humans, these two tasks could be delayed for a hundred years or more, but at least they would not be filled with Grenada's sin and flesh. But it was already a nation, not a goblin or exiled orc colony, so in the end all the priests and paladins of the good gods could do was help to build a strong line of defense for those countries that had not yet been completely overrun, and secretly seek out the descendants of the royal family who might still be alive - if anyone complained, Grenada's rule would also be shaken, but alas, they could only find some liars and fools in the end.

The young red dragon yawned.

Expanding from the original Little Rock Town, the royal city of Grenada annexed three countries with five deep-water ports of considerable depth and breadth along the crested coasts, the terrified merchants soon discovered that although the Red Dragons had a much greater appetite than humans, they could obtain many cheap goods and slaves from Grenada. The Red Dragons filled Grenada's inner treasury with plunder and wealth from the merchants, black iron and steel were carried to five ports by the merchants in the holds, where they were turned into armor and weapons by craftsmen day and night to equip the Red Dragons' armies, and tens of millions of slaves carried stones and built a dragon city under the whip of the overseers. Of course, their pain, wails, and lost lives will not leave a trace in this imposing royal capital, but the casters can occasionally catch a glimpse of the magic sigil on one of the stone bricks of the building - each caster has his own magic sigil, and the descendants of the red dragon are no exception, and some of the little ones with great vanity will leave their signatures with the connivance of the red dragon, after all, the only thing that supports these magnificent buildings is their spells, except for the solid pillars.

The streets of Grenada are also wider than the streets of other cities, if you use the road of another plane as an analogy, the main road in the royal capital of Grenada can probably be compared with four or even six lanes, and the secondary road between the houses and the important walkway between the mansions is also as wide as two lanes, and the tall dome and cliff-like walls are painted with exquisite murals, which generally depict how the red dragon destroyed the enemy's cities and armies, and the material is not difficult to find, after all, in the continuous conquest of nearly a hundred years, More than once, the offspring of the red dragon have cast the shadows cast by their wings over the eyes and hearts of humans. Unlike other cities, although the courtyard of the mansion of the royal capital of Grenada is also in the sunniest place, and there are also cisterns and trees in the courtyard, but in the center of the courtyard, there must be a vacant field, either rammed red clay or flat stone slabs, on which the owner often lights a bonfire and throws in sulfur, because the smell is the favorite of the red dragon, and then when they want to worship Gredi, they will also sacrifice there, the sacrifice can be a pregnant ewe, a cow or a doe, but usually slaves, some devout believers will even deliberately select good men and women from the slaves, let them have sex and then execute the future mother.

Most of the people who walked the mansion and the streets were either dressed in crimson robes or wearing heavy armor - with the exception of the Red Dragon and his descendants, every of Grenada's people was a soldier, or a soldier who would be conceived, and they did not have to work or learn, the work belonged to slaves, and the right to learn was in the hands of the caster. Merchants usually sit in carriages, dressed lavishly, and are followed not only by mages, but also by orcs and giants, and this kind of equipment is a must in Grenada, and who knows when an evil warlock will rush to find a test item, or a soldier who will want to try his new sword or crossbow?

A lone creature walking the streets on foot, either a slave or a wandering merchant, or a mercenary or an adventurer. Slaves would be draped in black woollen felt, which was ugly and coarse, but it was safer than ordinary clothing, for a slave was likely to be doing things for his master, but a reckless outsider was not, and the god of luck sometimes looked at them, sometimes not. But there is still fresh blood injected into the city, just because Grenada is full of dangers and opportunities. In Grenada's black market, you can buy anything and sell anything, no one will ask you where things are coming from or where they're going, you don't need to leave any signatures or other personal traces, the hired are professional and powerful, the hired are generous, and there are some young mercenaries and adventurers who expect, in Grenada, if you're handsome, or strong or smart enough, then you're likely to have a great night. It is said that female warlocks and priests of Gladydy are just as passionate as Flo's followers, and not only do they not ask for expensive gifts like Priest Flo, but occasionally give a beloved lover two or three precious magical items or weapons, and the child they bear to you will become a warlock if it is a boy, and a priest if it is a girl, and you don't even have to pay a child for it.

Thinking of this, the young red dragon was dumbfounded, almost all those who have such naïve thoughts are stupid people, that is, poor worms who will never be classified as hunting objects by those proud female descendants, but they are very likely to become the object of teasing, and the result is either to become a sacrifice and material that is never too much in the Warlock's Tower, or to become the food of the flying dragon, yes, even the food of the red dragon is not qualified, the red dragon prefers young children and young women, and their diet is not meat or meat, compared to other dragons, they are very paranoid in this regard, if there is no meat, then the red dragon would rather starve himself to death。

The young red dragon was startled by a few wyverns that suddenly flew up, its scales erected in inexplicable danger, its throat tickled, and its stomach contracted restlessly, curling its claws, retracting its wings, and bowing its neck and head in the highest respect for the great being that was soaring above the clouds.

Their common mother, the most evil, the most dangerous, and the wisest and noblest of the red dragon, Gredi, has once again returned to Grenada.

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Gredi landed on the platform in front of the lair, and the mountain she chose and perched on was called the "Jaw of Death" because it looked like a dry, up-and-down jawbone, and black smoke erupted from the pores, like the dwarves of Ironbones, and in the deepest part of this peak, there was also lava that was introduced into it by the power of the red dragon, and the rivers of lava converged into a lake surrounded by the rocks, and they scorched the rocks, making them red-hot and hot. Gredi's throne rises from the lake of lava, a bucket-shaped stone nest that can hold Gredi and all her children (whether half human or dragon) lying down, the temperature of the lava makes the gold and jewels that cover the entire stone nest scorch, and can directly burn the skin and muscles of humans, but the temperature is very comfortable for the red dragon, when it lies up, the gold and gems fall like sand in the dunes, and only the bottom of the metal that has softened and solidified again due to the weight and heat of the red dragon has become a solid base connected to the stone nest。

But these are only a small fraction of the gold orbs that Gredi possesses, and what could be safer than a half-plane that he has carved out on his own.

Gredi, who had entered the old stage, was as energetic and radiant as a young dragon because of the relationship between Frow's power and the fragments of Baal, and even its wings could not see any blue-purple or gray-blue traces (that kind of marks symbolized the dragon's aging), and its eyes were still like flowing golden rocks, brighter than the hottest flames, and neither when she fell asleep nor woke up, there was not a single enemy or friend, or a child who entered a hundred miles away from it and still made her unaware- That's why the Jaw of Death is the highest, hottest, and farthest mountain from the royal capital, and even so, when Gray's two paws lie on top of each other on the shale that sticks out like a tongue, it can still overlook the entire royal capital of Grenada.

Gredi crawled down on the shale, the usual act that calmed its mood and made it irritable today, and it got up and flew into the depths of the lair, landing between its gold and precious stones, its long tail hanging down, feeling the scorching heat of the lava churning beneath it, a choice that suddenly swept it away with a wave of sleepiness, but it always felt a small thorn piercing her abdomen as it lay down, perhaps a scepter or a sharp sword, but as she lifted her body and rummaged through it with her claws, but found nothing—a golden disc that only required two men to wrap around with outstretched arms slid diagonally from the edge of the hill, and the red dragon accurately blocked it with the tip of its tail to prevent it from falling into the lava, and then rolled it up with the tip of its tail and placed it in front of him. The gold plate was engraved with the motif of a fragrant pea flower, and the name of Flo, perhaps the trophy of the destruction of a temple of Flo, which Gredi did not remember, or the children's offering, but it reminded itself to have the craftsman recast the plate.

Gredy would love to sleep for a while, maybe just for a few days, but the pattern on the gold plate seemed like a warning—it hesitated for a moment, but still chanted a spell, opening up the half-plane that belonged only to itself.

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Gredi walks through the dark corridors as a human, and his murmuring cries lead anyone but him to the hungry monsters, but Gredi can find any place he wants to go even if he has no eyes or ears, and there are many doors on both sides of the corridor that only Gredi can see, and behind them are piled up with his favorite treasures, and at the end of this corridor is the goddess of beauty and desire, Flo, who had a marriage priesthood before Gredi captured her, but now it belongs to Gredi.

The door of the prison was opened, and the first thing that jumped into Gredi's vision was a monster from the abyss, it was so ugly and so beautiful, it was not surprising that two conflicting impressions appeared on a separate individual, after all, most of the creatures you can see in the endless abyss are deformed and distorted, but after it absorbed the power of Fro, some features of this goddess appeared on its body, which is strange, because even if beauty appears on this monster, it is extremely abrupt and unnatural, and even more disgusting, simply analogous, like the bright golden hair that still remains on a decaying corpseor a soft, snow-white finger.

Gredi didn't like this guy very much, she put her hand in front of the monster, the monster stretched out its tentacles, and the power was transmitted from it to Gredi, the feeling was really pleasant, time was fleeting, Gredi opened her eyes, and glanced at the monster intently, what made her regret was that the monster had lowered its tentacles, and it still had a flash of light, but Gredi knew that it would not give her the rest of the power again, which was agreed in the contract, and Gredi could only get half of the power.

But Gredi is a red dragon, as we all know, the red dragon has always been the most greedy of many dragons, Gredi has already planned, when Flo really disappears from this plane, the contract is reached, this ugly abyss creature does not want to return to the endless abyss, the most suitable place for it is Gredi's belly, now the red dragon only hopes that it is not too rough, maybe she can crush it and mix it with the baby to eat?

Before leaving, Gredi once again examined the spells and nails that bound the goddess, the goddess's form was thinner and more broken than the last time, Gredi could even see through her body the texture of the rock behind her, she raised her arm and cast another spell with the power she had just gained, the invisible shackles bound the goddess firmly, she howled in pain, but only made a faint hoarse sound.

Sleepiness once again overshadowed Gredi's will, and she stretched her body secretly, "It seems that this matter that has annoyed us all is finally coming to an end," said Gredi, "I think I will miss you, beautiful goddess." ”

Yes, Rosada has a very nasty group of priests, and so is Tyre, and the next time she walks in here is the end of everything, from Flo to the abyssal monster.

Flo waited, the scorching breath of Gredy in the air gradually dissipated, and the tentacles of the monster had reached deep into her lungs - no matter what kind of binding spell Gredi cast, it would not prevent the monster from sucking her power, that is, it would not prevent her from retrieving her power, but Flo only took back the power that could make her the monster's favorite form and stopped, she knew that she should not continue to hesitate, but there was really only one chance- She called for the daughter of love, and the message from the daughter of love thousands of miles away finally made her make a final choice.

She also stretched out her tentacles and hugged the monster tightly, the monster that was so attracted to the goddess that it melted like butter in the sun, it was so desperate to get more that it abandoned its due vigilance, its body intertwined with the goddess's body like two rewound threads, and the silver-blue light reverberated between them like a stream of water. (To be continued.) )