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"I said," said the dwarf McGee, "I think...... Have you forgotten something?"

"It was Cremar who told us to leave first. Mei Mi said.

"It's not a good idea," said Gülen, "but we can only add to his problems if we stay." ”

Baldwin glanced at the tower, and in addition to the window they had just jumped out of, the window above it was spewing spewing scorching flames, interspersed with bursts and lightning.

Generally speaking, at a similar level, a spellcaster will not allow himself to face two enemies who are also spellcasters at the same time, because it takes time to recite spells, make gestures, and even take out the casting materials from the bag, if it is one-on-one, even if there is a gap in strength, it can escape with scrolls, experience and luck, but if the number of enemies is an even number, it will become very troublesome, after all, when you deal with one of them, the other may be ready to cast her/ He had the most powerful spell, so the lich didn't go head-to-head with the two warlocks as Birdwin thought, well, he tore open a scroll when Ryit pulled out of Birdwin to find him with her brother - this scroll wasn't a powerful spell in a way, at least it wouldn't do damage to anyone else in the usual sense, it was only a ...... Ah, a Leomon Sanctuary, a twenty-foot square stone building, to be exact, very rudimentary, with no invisible servants and no complete protection from magic, but the Lich did not create it to rest. Don't forget where he's now—the Tower of Mage Antonio is the more extravagant of the Wizard's Towers, anyway. Like the mage Alva of Cape Fortress, he was supported by the best of a city, his tower was sixty feet in diameter, and the depth of the room and the central hall was about eighteen feet after the narrow staircase was removed, and the location where he hid could not be said to be the center of the hall, but after the spell took effect, the abruptly enlarged building still filled the entire hall tightly, even if there were some gaps - a cat or mouse might feel quite spacious, but a slightly larger dog would feel a little pressed. The weak partition wall was pushed by the shelter, falling in the dust, and the sudden increase in weight made the ground make an overwhelming crushing sound, Ricka chose a better position than Ryette, with the hallway behind him, he took a few steps back and gestured, a crackling lightning javelin pierced the small window of the shelter, and the light of the lightning allowed him to see the black-haired spellcaster in the hut. He didn't seem to be panicking, and by the way, as a seasoned spellcaster, this was to be expected—the spell of the shelter kept the caster from leaving the hut. Otherwise, the spell will be invalidated immediately. ，

Ryka's situation was even worse than Rika's, and she was almost crushed under the massive stone bricks. She had to activate a coat of arms that turned her into a squirrel at the last moment, dodging scattered rockfalls and broken beams along the way. Running to Rika's feet - she didn't dare scratch Rika's robe at will, each red-robed warlock's robe was magically treated, and touching them without permission could end in a miserable and painful death, "it" Can only chirp eagerly, Ricka lowered his head, his eyes made Ryette's whole body tense, his claws clawed the ground, maybe just between the next breath, it will not hesitate to flee into the nearest hole to it, the bad thing about Transfiguration is that you can only wait for the casting time to pass after you turn into an animal, and return to its original form after the spell fails, of course, your fellow caster can also disarm the spell for you, but Ricka's eyes are too familiar to her, of course they are the closest blood relatives, but when Ricka was still in infancy, he showed a desire to attack that made their parents feel happy, Ryette is his sister, but this only means that in many casesRica thought it was more fun to make her miserable than to make servants and slaves miserable.

"Don't be nervous," Ricka shrugged, "My sister, I know it's not playtime," he raised his hand and threw the spell at Ryette, the spell was lifted, Ryette stood up and looked at her brother warily, but the next moment, she let out a scream of rage, "Damn," she shouted, "He escaped!"

The hut vanished, as abrupt and silent as it had appeared, and Rayette glared at her brother as she swiftly summoned an abyssal monster, the lowest of the ranks, but Rayette didn't need it to fight for itself, it just needed to find the caster's traces.

"I can't blame me," Ricka grumbled, "I can't unspell a spell for you and catch a mage at the same time, and he's not very easy to deal with, you see, he's cunning." ”

"Are you kidding?" Ryette gritted his teeth and said, although the hut has disappeared due to the failure of the spell, the wounds it caused are still there, and Bedwin had cut off part of the support frame before, and there are constantly places to collapse or deform, and the little monster also gestured to indicate that the person Rywitt was looking for was no longer here, and the two warlocks followed it, the little monster was ugly, like a fly's mouthparts sniffing eagerly in the air, they went down the trembling stairs, and met several thieves on the second floor, but none of them met the black-haired spellcaster, and when they reached the hall on the ground floor, even the little monster lost the direction of tracking, just stupidly spinning in place.

The thieves were far away from Derryette, and of course they could sense that their leader was in a state of extreme rage, she looked like she had just been ravaged by a dozen stinking goblins, her robes torn and burned to the point that they only covered a small half of her body, the exposed parts were covered with dust and black ash, and the smell was even more flattering, and the only thing that was too dull to notice it was probably the little monster that circled around her feet, and it was still ******** Desperate to get her own reward, her thin paws clutched at Ryette's boots, and the female warlock lowered her head, all the little monster could see was a smile like her brother, "I almost forgot about you." She muttered, reaching out with a soul gem between her fingers, and the little monster screamed happily. Jumped on her palm and pulled it out with all her might. It didn't even notice that Ryette was wearing dragon skin gloves, Ryette showed a bored expression, and clenched her hands suddenly, only the little monster the size of a gray squirrel was clutched tightly by her, it may or may not let out a final wail, it may or may not have been, the sound came from the moment its flesh and bones were squeezed into mud, Ryette could be said to have done it with all her concentration, like a strong warrior who squeezed a lemon to squeeze out all its juice in order to show his strength, and the little monster's black and gray bodily fluids overflowed from her fist。 Before it reached the ground, it turned into foul-smelling smoke, and its body gradually turned into ashes with a few particles, which is the only fate for creatures from the abyss if they die on the main material plane.

"Hopefully a hundred years from now, when it crawls out of the abyss, it'll have forgotten about it," Ricka said with a smile, "Otherwise, Ryette, you will probably have a hard time summoning such a stupid little thing in the future." ”

"I'd rather have you explain your actions than this," said Ryette viciously, "I would have liked you to explain your actions," she menacingly put her hand on her waist, where Mithril's pointed hammer hung from it, as a reminder to her brother. Not only was she a warlock but also a priest of Gredy, and she was no longer the humble and frail girl: "Your plan doesn't seem so perfect. "Rather, it seemed like a deliberate attempt not to make it so perfect - she had insisted on cutting off all the remaining hands and feet of Baldwin, but her brother insisted that he stay in prison intact. The reason was that if their traps and spells couldn't control the mage, a whole hostage would be able to act as a half-crippled hostage unable to pray, but the truth is, Baldwin was able to escape from his prison so easily. Rika's obstruction played no small role in this.

She looked at Rika with suspicion, and she had a greater desire for the success of the project than Rika. What the black-haired spellcaster had on her was an added benefit to Rika, as well as her previous losses, and once her original goal was achieved, her gain would be doubled.

"What do you want to do?" asked Raymond.

"What else can I do?" said Rica helplessly, "I admit that my plan is indeed lacking, but my dearest sister, do you still think that I will stand against you? even if I go mad, I will not mess with an elf, let alone bow to a human......"

"It's hard to say," said Reichette sarcastically, "and not so long ago you were singing to them." ”

Ricka raised her hands in surrender and bowed to Ryette, "Stop sarcastically speaking at me, sister," He whispered softly that his voice was comparable to that of an elf when needed, and because of this, he often used the identity of a bard to cover himself as a walking in the crowd, and in addition to Birdwin, there were countless nobles and kings who praised his singing, and even more so than now, it was Ryette, a blood relative who knew deeply what a dark and evil soul was contained under this handsome skin, and unconsciously relaxed his guard slightly: "Can they give me more than you?" Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if they have what I want, will an elf accept a red robe without any guilt?"

This is true.

"And we have Leona," said Rika, "and her position is a bargaining chip that we cannot get from those men, and if we are unable to get what we want from those men, the new king of the Highlands Norman will pay us a reward that satisfies us—think of the treasury of Norman, for I do not think there is anything more precious than the treasury of a nation—except the great and eternal temple of Gredy." ”

"It's better not to say this a second time. Riyette warned him, "I don't like it to be talked about, and you should be glad that you are my brother." ”

After that, she hesitated: "What do you think of Leona...... Is it the right place now?"

"Let's go and see," Rika said, "I don't think it's impossible to negotiate directly with those people if you can." ”

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"Leona?"

He noticed that he was overjoyed at first and then hesitated to see him—Leona stroked the back of her head, her hair had been trimmed short on the way to escape, and even the women of the mercenaries rarely cut their hair short to the point of being like a man, but this shape was indeed more suitable for Leona than for Norman's princess, but Baldwin saw that her hair had suddenly grown longer, and although it was not as long as it was when it was still Norman, it was now enough to fall down to her shoulders, not just to the base of her ears as before.

Before she left Anrui's room, Anrui gave her a small sip of potion, and under the effect of the potion, it took only a few breaths for her hair to fall to her knees, and Anrui's handmaiden cut them off, and Anrui explained that this would be used to confuse those who were watching them, and it was not clear how to do it, because after putting on a dark gray cloak, she was sent out of the fortress, and was answered by a knight dressed as a servant outside the door, and he led her all the way through the countless dirty and cold alleys, and when he could see the outer walls of the White Tower, he stopped and did not wait for a moment, Birdwin and the others, who were brought by another knight, were reunited with her again.

"I'm sorry," Birdwin stopped the knights before they could leave, and the former lord saluted them with his hand on his shoulder, "Do you know how our mage Kremar is doing?

"It is he who has agreed with us to be here," said one of the knights, "but I do not know how he is doing." ”

The other knight took a step forward: "I don't know either, but your friend, the elf Kerry Ben......" He glanced at Leona's embrace: "It should have joined him." ”

The crowd was relieved, before they had become friends with the mage, Kerry had already had several adventures with the black-haired spellcaster, and the tacit understanding between them was not comparable to others.

"Perhaps I am too mean," said the former knight, "I cannot even ask for your forgiveness for this, but I beg you, Your Highness, Leona, the princess of Norman, to remember your promise, just as we remember ours." ”

"You will find that your worries are superfluous and ridiculous," Leona said indifferently, "He will grow up safe and sound and become an upright and heroic warrior...... After a pause she let out a sigh: "He will not lose anything that once belonged to him." ”

"What?" asked Memi.

The knights bowed deeply to Leona,

Leona watched them disappear into the darkness, and instead of answering Meme's question, she opened her cloak directly.

A little boy with bulging cheeks sat in front of her, his eyes as clean and bright as all toddlers, but with a hint of stillness and sadness that you can only see in the eyes of an older human.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )