The arrival of the Sage almost meant that Gredi had no chance of escaping, and the ancient Red Dragon was equally aware of it, and she did not hesitate to sacrifice her descendants and her children, nor did she hesitate to sacrifice a part of herself when it was necessary - Gray turned around first, baring her fangs at the Sage of Rosada, but her most important purpose was not - It snapped its own tail and tossed it in place with the golden net, and before that, the spear rubbed against the membranous wings, black and red glittering dragon blood spilling from the torn wounds, and the red dragon Gredy tore at her membranous wings like an impatient tavern hostess tearing a rag, and when a cacophony of metal scraping against each other was heard, she spewed out a stream of fiery dragon fire that burned on the rocks, leaving the entire space dry and scorching. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She flew, and the stocky and strong Sage of Tyre met him fearlessly, but the red dragon slyly bent down his neck, and while avoiding the hammer held by the Sage, the thorns on his neck were projected by powerful muscles like a real steel spear, and it passed directly through the shoulder of the Sage of Tyre, leaving dragon poison in his body, and the older paladin let out a roar, but his skin immediately turned dangerously blue-black, and the hammer fell weakly from his hand, and the Sage of Ilmot hurriedly threw a short spear and his healing spell- And for a brief moment, Gredi's vast shadow pierced through the gap between them—but the morning light came first, and the Sage of Rosada lifted the golden net, and his sword, leaned forward slightly, his feet apart, and made an unassailable gesture before attacking.

Narrowly enough, Gredy crashed into a net of her own, with the Sages of Tyre and Ilmut standing behind her on the left and right, the red dragon spinning in a rage, and no matter which one she attacked, the other two would unite to attack her wings and behind her, especially the one that was still dripping with blood, where there were no scales and no tough skin.

"Hypocrisy!" the red dragon Gredy screamed as if he had gone mad, "Despicable! shameless! I ought to let your followers see what you have done!" she pleaded with a glimmer of hope, "Are you not all just and good gods? I have not harmed your elect, or the priests, or your temples—well, I admit that there were some minor accidents, but I can swear by the Godhead in my body, it is only the believers' own opinion!"

"The Godhead within you is not your own. Said the Sage of Rosada.

"Barr's legacy. The Sage of Tyre said in disgust.

"I've decided to give it up," said Gredy the Red Dragon, "and you're holding me back from getting what I deserve!"

"Dragon Io's essence is not a 'thing,' arrogant little girl. "The Sage of Ilmut said that as one of the oldest gods, he had great respect for the Harmonizer Io, the Harmonizer, and that when the dragons ruled the plane, the dragons did not have any lethal effect on humans, elves, dwarves, and other sapient beings, thanks to the gods of the just and forgiving dragons, not to mention the concessions and sacrifices he made when the dragons gradually brought the plane to its topplification. Ilmoth was not at all inclined to believe that Io would eventually choose a cruel and greedy red dragon like Gredy as his heir, just like the tyrants and cruel rulers of mankind, who would only allow the shadow-shrouded plane to be infested with more darkness.

"And is the Godhead within you yours?" said the Sage of Rosada, "it originally belonged to Baal, and then you traded it to Shirek. ”

They saw Gredi pause visibly - Gredi's dealings had always been with the orc god Kawuxu and the thief god Musk, her golden eyes were briefly confused, but then she suddenly understood.

Just when the red dragon roared because of being deceived and used, everything around him suddenly dimmed, from light to color, only the Sage of Rosada, the Lord of Dawn, was still as bright as day, and his figure was suddenly revealed, accompanied by the shouting of the Sage of Ilmot, the Sage of Rosada fell suddenly, and the Sage of Ilmot grabbed his cloak, "How are you?" he asked, "Is there any injury?"

"My self-esteem. The Sage of Rosada said that he was in the form of a young nobleman, dressed in armor blessed by Rosada himself, with chain mail and silk underwear, which, although at first only to satisfy the subtle vanities of the faithful and gods, did allow him to avoid an assassination attempt by the same Sage. And the Sage of Tyre, who had already screamed Musk's name, threw his hammer into the shadows, and the hammer passed through the black smoke, and the smoke shattered and rejoined again, but it looked a little smaller than before—if it weren't for Musk's inability to control his nature, and not forgetting to take the golden King of Rossada when assassinating the Sage of Rosada, Tyre would not have been able to catch his tail so quickly.

The whole space has taken on a strange shape - it is like someone has erected a mirror in the center of the field, the real existence and the illusory reflection are opposed, but in fact, no, the dragonborn and the sages have not seen the other self, some quickly remembered the teachings of the mentor, and some have seen it with their own eyes - their mentor once cast a shadow spell to draw the essence of the shadow plane into the main material plane, so that the main matter plane also has the essence of the shadow plane. It's just that the smallest they can do for both mages and warlocks can only affect one room, and the largest is a castle, and here, almost the entire Grenada (not just its royal capital) can be accommodated, and everyone is silent and trembling.

"Ciric!"

The god of conspiracy and strife also descended on the body of a thief, who habitually put his hands on his waist with a tired and disgusting gesture, and he looked no different from an ordinary thief, with a pale complexion, a thin body, cheap leather armor, and boots with polished toes and heels, but no one would think that he was really that harmless, at least not Rosada, "what a rarity," said the young nobleman mockingly, "I don't have to look at your back but at your face at last." This is a mockery of Cierric's attempt to avoid fighting him every time.

"I think I can understand you, Rosada," said Ciric, "like the dogs I have met in the midst of all my tribulations, which always find it difficult to sleep without barking." ”

"When you look at others with the gaze of a weak and vicious mouse," said the Sage of Tyre, "all you see is filth and despair—your slander is like the excrement you throw in the streets, and one day they will be washed away by the rain and come back to you." ”

"Let's fight. Said the Sage of Ilmut. His words were like a signal, and the Sage of Ciric suddenly collapsed entirely, his clothes and leather armor, and his boots and belt all fell off, and behind the paper-thin skin were countless small black worms, with sharp claws, beaks, and wings, swarming out of a black hole in the center of their bodies, and rushing towards the three good gods. A dazzling light rose from the bodies of the Sages of Rosada, and the insects creaked as they were burned in the bright light, but the juices in their bodies immediately turned into a dark green cloud and burrowed into the skin of the Sages and the delicate organs of the eyes, noses, and ears.

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The first thing that came to Gredi's mind was to escape.

But she was caught by a golden net that was woven by the invisible morning light, and the prey it was trapped in could not reach them, but when she tried to break free, the hair-thin rays of light would cut into the scales and flesh, and the pain was unbearable.

"We had a pact!" called Gredi.

"Yes," Musk replied in his female form, as if he would never appear in front of Ciric in the form of a male projection, and the Sage he chose was a slender female thief, very similar to his avatar, with long jet-black hair and pale skin, who walked slowly around Gredi, "I've done my job, so I need to be rewarded now." ”

"I'll give you a reward. "But at the very least, you have to take the net away first." She didn't argue much with Musk, as Musk said, she had already obtained Io's godhead and powers. Bal's shattered essence had lost its allure to her, but she was afraid that Musk would want more, especially now that Rosada thought that Gredi had a deal with Ciric, and it would be foolish for Gredi to be the god of conspiracy and strife standing behind Musk.

"Don't bother," said Marsk, "I can fetch it myself." ”

Gredy screamed at the sight of the familiar abyssal monster.

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The kings of Grenada were rarely calm, the streets were no longer filled with the shadows cast by the wings of the red dragon, merchants came and went, in fact, few people knew what else they could do, and Gredi had drained almost all of Grenada's fresh blood, turning the country into an empty shell.

"Will she ever come back?" asked the new king of Grenada.

"Maybe. Edelna said.

They waited for the final result in Gredy's palace, the dragon bone throne was empty and deserted, and Ederna remembered that the last time he saw it, there were still many powerful souls that Gredy had captured in it, and now they were all gone.

"Do you think there's a chance she'll succeed?"

"Do you want her to succeed or not?" said Aderna, "I only know that no matter what, it will not end well for you, my dear friend." ”

"What did you make Cremar do?"

"Little things," said Edherna, "and you know very well that Cremar is no longer ours, that he belongs to a mad and degraded Alzheimer's - he is the master of Cremar." ”

The new king stared at Edal for a moment.

"What?" said Edal, smug at him, had it been my bold statement that had shocked him?

"I say," said the new king, "how can you accuse others of madness and depravity so justifiably, Edherna?"

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Gredi, of course, would not have known that there was someone waiting for her, and she took the reward promised to Musk, the god of thieves, before the abyssal monster reached out to her. Although she did think about devouring the reward, it was after she became a god, not in the net, and of course she saw an arrow shot at the rune disk, and she knew that it was from Cremar, the dark-haired bastard, even if she didn't look and listen, and she cursed in her heart, but whether it was punishment, revenge, or whatever, it would have to wait until she broke free from someone else's fingers.

With a deliberate look of resentment, she threw the essence out of the net, and as Musk leaned over to pick it up, it raised its other front paw, which was holding a rock, the flesh of her eldest son, the Io essence of the rune disk and the rune disk, and although she didn't know what had damaged it, the only thing that the arrow had stopped was the ritual of succession.

But the red dragon's fangs gritted only the void.

The Sage of the Orc God Kauluxe appeared, a tall orc who could barely make eye contact with a creeping dragon, with only one eye, and his one-handed axe that cut not only Rosada's golden net, but also Gredi's forelimbs.