The kings of Grenada may have never been so quiet. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Those who were to blame for Grenada's defeat were silently half-imprisoned in their own chambers, not crawling naked and pulling the idol of Grendy on the cold ground in the midst of the people's revelry, not for anything else, but Gredi. The shame and resentment in her heart were understandable when the ancient red dragon returned to the rocky caverns of the royal capital after spreading its wings (a sight that had not been seen for hundreds of years) and did not issue any oracles, but she had been wounded twice in the Silver Crown Forest, first because of the Sages of Angelis, and the second time because of the useless descendants— It is impossible to break through the barrier of the Lost Lock without paying enough price, but unlike the orc god Kawuha, who is known as the god of orcs, all fans of evil and chaos can become followers of the one-eyed one-eyed god, whose followers include orcs, half-orcs, giants, goblins, and humans, as well as fallen halflings and gnomes.

The number of orcs who crossed the triple walls of Thundercastle numbered in the tens of thousands, but the number of orcs left in the Wuthering Plains was also close to twenty thousand, and their leaders were either unwilling to give up their position and worship Gersh as king, or because the tribe numbered only a few dozen, at most a hundred, including women, children, and slaves, and in the eyes of Gersh, they were as small as the sand on the plains, and naturally they were ignored.

But orcs can multiply through orcs, humans, or giants, and they are like weeds on the Whisthering Plains, which can spread to every corner of the plains in just a dozen years—after the loss of Gersh, the situation on the plains will probably return to its original state—and tribes, large and small, will endlessly pour into each other, and before the onset of winter every year, they will come together to plunder slaves and food.

If possible, Gredi also wished that she could be like the orc god Kausha, and abandon the fools who had brought her shame in the Silver Crown Forest, and let the elves' swords and arrows punish them on her behalf, but she couldn't, the blood of the dragonborn would be thicker or thinner due to the mixture, and if these people were allowed to die in the forest, the proportion of warlocks produced by Grenada in the future would be much lower - which meant that Grenada would be weakened, something that the red dragon Grenada would never allow to happen.

The ancient red dragon licked her wounds in her lair, her eyes vicious and snarky, and she knew that many people had been shaken in their faith because she had been teased by the elves as they were, but she also believed that she would soon reassert her authority in their hearts and souls.

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Seven days later, King Grenada was filled with the stench of blood and entrails.

The slaves walked under the hollow stone slabs, not muddy water dripping from the top of their heads, but blood, and the noble blood could not guarantee that their masters would escape the punishment of the more noble, and the bodies that had once been wrapped in silk were naked in the streets, hooks passing through the flesh, and they pulled the heavy stone statues with their bodies, but these were lucky, and some of the men whom Gredi thought were responsible for the battle were pierced by the sharp spear shafts, which stood on both sides of the street like peculiar ornaments。 If ordinary people are punished by piercing, they can be liberated in a short period of time when the galaxy rises to the heavens, but these people, they were specially selected by the priest of Gredi, took potions, and the spear shaft was deliberately stabbed to avoid the vital point, these "ornaments" can cry out and struggle in pain for more than ten days in a row.

A smile appeared on the face of a slave hidden behind a heavy cargo, but he hadn't smiled in years, and this smile was more like a hyena sniffing the air before hunting, and it turned out that these people would also bleed, and feel pain, and would be so desperate as to pray for a death? He was a scholar before he became a slave, and because he was young, and he knew how to write and count, he lived a little longer than every slave here, but this luck was coming to an end—would their masters let these slaves who had seen their humiliation continue to live?

The heavy punishment had affected almost every Grenada in the royal capital, they were bruised, frustrated, and angry, but none of the Red Dragons, the New King, and the Dragonborns of the strong blood dared to speak out and ask for forgiveness and peace from the Great Being, though they knew that they might have been cursed a million times by their courtiers and subordinates, but the curse of the weak, if not a million, could compare to a single spit from Gredi, and they remained silent until Gredy summoned them.

Still in that empty, cold hall.

Gredi appeared as a red dragon, she was entrenched in the center of the hall, the throne of the keel was removed, the huge body obscured the light cast by the glass skylight, the scale armor of the ancient red dragon was crimson, somewhat similar to black, in the gap between the scales, like a charcoal fire that had not been completely extinguished, there was a faint and slender red light, but unlike the other red dragons, unlike the dragonborn, Gredi's body did not burst out with a trace of heat, the closer she got to her, the colder it became, like a new king, his sideburns were covered with a thin layer of frost, which made him look like a colored snowman。

He was one of the few people in Grenada's royal city who had not been punished in any way, and even the two red dragons could not help but show a subtle look of jealousy.

At the new king's side, his eldest son, Mitkot, usually stands, but today this position is occupied by another person, and when people see him, they can't help but look a little strange, because some people, such as Ostahl, have recognized that it is none other than the biological father of his "disciple" Dylan, and the leader of the Dragonthorn certainly knows that he has a close relationship with Gredi, but he didn't expect it to be so close- As Dylan's mentor, of course he knew that the Chancellor of the Exchequer didn't have a trace of dragon blood in his body, he wasn't even a mage, just a mortal, but as far as Ostard could see now, his face and hands were covered with red scales, and his erected pupils were surrounded by dark golden iris, and the distinctive features of the Dragonborn were revealed.

It was just another prank of the "mother", Ostahl comforted himself, but the beating heart never subsided.

The people in the hall were breathless, and they knew very well that the absence of a trace of heat around the "mother's" body did not mean that she had become weak, but because she was accumulating all the anger that the heat around her body was also mercilessly absorbed, and these anger was brewing into the most violent dragon fire, such dragon fire, even if it was pure gold and mythril, would inevitably melt into smoke - no one wanted to try it...... But maybe someone else can?

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The black-haired Dragonborn returned to Grenada unhindered, and was even shown the right way - when he asked if he could meet Grendy the "Mother", the handmaidens were more enthusiastic and attentive than when they first arrived at Grenada.

- Something is wrong, the lich sighs, but it's not what I expected.

- If she's not very happy with the gift, the spirit of the other world says, can we run?

- It's hard.

Accompanied by the embarrassment of the otherworldly souls, the former undead stepped into the cold halls, and all eyes fell on him, some full of worry (from the new king and Mitkot), some full of malice and hatred (from Kelmen), and some full of joy (from the twin brothers of the red dragon) - they should have the same idea, that the newcomer would undoubtedly be the first victim of the fire of the red dragon Gredy. If anyone else had a different opinion, it was Ostahl, who looked at Cremar with curiosity, not thinking that the black-haired broodborn would be stupid enough to throw himself into the net with empty hands.

People thought that the ancient red dragon would say something, but she didn't say anything, the transparent three layers of instantaneous membrane closed, and she looked so calm that she was about to fall asleep, her eyes motionless behind the instantaneous membrane, and the light lingered, like gold sunk in a deep pool.

"Finally willing to leave the arms of the elves?" The first person to speak, uh, unsurprisingly, was none other than Kelmen, fate seemed to be willing to tease this pretentious dragonborn, who had lost his most powerful support on the battlefield, that is, his mother, the only female red dragon, and when he returned to the royal capital, he learned that his sister Kelce had also been involved in a demonic revolt caused by a wrong summoning, and of course, all Grenadians knew that the accident was nothing more than a very clever murder.

His Dragonclaw Legion was also badly damaged in the battle, with the dinosaurs that had lost their knights scattering and fleeing, and the knights who had lost their dinosaurs had to find and tame a new mount, as well as the wounded (the former were fortunate enough to receive assistance, either by coercion or trade), and the gaps left by the dead...... If his mother of the red dragon was still around, at least, people would be jealous, but after losing her, Kelmen found his gait getting harder and harder - it was normal for him to be elbowed, the new king didn't like his second son, everyone knew it, and after Kremar mastered the dragon's teeth, Mitkot was in an awkward position, and if possible, the new king would be willing to let his eldest son replace Kelmen.

What was left of Kelmen after he had lost all this? The Warlock Tower had made it clear that it would be forgiving to him if he could tolerate him out of the Tower, and that he would not be able to find a place in Warlock Tallinn, so would he have to seek a humble position by the wandering desires of the priests, like the Warlocks who once knelt at the knees of his sister Kelmen?

Whether it's because of his mother's death, or his sister's accident, or his own power and position, he must push Cremar, the bastard they humiliated, mocked, hurt, and killed, into the Dragonfire, and once he is dead, then the Dragontooth Legion will inevitably need Mitkot's support, and Kelmen will at least have a little respite.

"You're making a very serious accusation," said the new king, "Kelmen." ”

"A formal accusation," said Kelmen, "if anyone is to blame for the unsatisfactory outcome of this campaign, I suppose there is no one else but him?"

"Evidence?" asked Mittel.

Keldoor opened his palm, revealing a shattered Ayn Stone.

"Do you still recognize this?"

Cremar bowed: "I used this to exchange with Ostal for a person. ”

Ostal had to step forward, "Yes, my lieutenant Danos has the good fortune of being favored by His Highness Kremmar," he glanced at the stone, "This is the ransom he paid - I later gave it as a gift to our 'Highness'." When the new king was there, he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

"Then please explain," Kelmen glanced at Ostahl viciously, apparently believing that the new lover was not immune to his mother's death, "it was supposed to protect my mother, but in fact, it was a curse." ”

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"We've got this land!" one of the orcs shouted.

"But lost again. Gersh said.

"We still have warriors," said the priest, greed in the form of "we have overcome men." ”

"Lost to the elves. ”

"The elves will not leave the Silvercrown Forest, the humans have not come to help them, and they will not help the humans. The priest said.

Gersh looked at them for a long time, "So. He said, "Whoever wants to leave with me, let him go with me." ”