"Tomorrow, perhaps?" let the lich bother with it, no, the otherworldly soul thought, he might be enjoying it, it was a little curious, but not enough to try to share a bed with a succubus. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"But I can't wait, my master," said the succubus, her little sharp teeth rubbing against the churning veins, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

- But she hadn't starved herself until then, and the lich said that she seemed to have found a good victim, of course, probably many.

"Who is it?" At the lich's hint, the otherworldly spirit asked, "Another lover of yours, I smell his scent." ”

"Are you jealous?" said Ferrekhill, "I'm glad you're jealous of me, or if you're just worried about whether I've ruined your plans," she shook her head, "So mages are always not very cute, because they always think about this and that, and don't have much time left for us and themselves, but you can rest assured, cutie, that lucky one is neither your subordinate nor your friend, but your enemy." ”

The black-haired Dragonborn raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like you're not that well-informed yet," the succubus's tail twitched his calf lightly and withdrew from there, Ferrek Hill gracefully walking around the otherworldly spirit stance, "Your brother may be struggling with his first detachment leader right now." ”

"You killed him?"

"A stubborn fellow," Ferrek Hill said, "but not hard. ”

- Uh, I think you should thank her for once, said the Lich, she did a good job, I almost doubt she's in love with you- remember what I told you about the components of the Dragon's Tooth Legion? The first captain is the commander's tongue and arm, and the other captains look to him - when the commander can't lead them himself, he can be said to be the strongest in the Dragon's Tooth Legion, and the one the commander thinks he can trust the most, and his life and honor are closely tied to the commander-- It may cost them unimaginably to retreat and betray, but for now, we just need to keep Mitkot from noticing.

- But Mitkot should know that we summoned Ferrekhill......

- Evidence, evidence, evidence, I'm sure Ferrick Hill will handle it perfectly. And he's our brother. He should love us, trust us, and not be unwarranted suspicions, which don't suit his image and Grenada's laws.

The otherworldly soul shook his head, he could guess that this was what Ferrek Hill was hoping for, and although she had dealt with a tricky problem for them for free, it was clear that she wasn't prepared to tell the whole story, and that she might save it until the next dawn, after she was full—but no. At least the Otherworldly Soul doesn't, it has lichs anyway.

――How was the first team leader chosen?

- Pick in the first detachment, the lich replied, he also knew that it was just a childish way of escape peculiar to the soul of another world, but he also didn't want a fool who hadn't tasted love to appease a succubus, it would mess up everything, it would be okay to provoke a succubus, it was better not to provoke Grazt's daughter, she had already shown her power, and the first guard of Mitkot was not so easy to bear this title.

- They will do whatever it takes.

- That's a certainty, false accusations, traps, assassinations...... And so on and so forth.

But what if Mitkot directly designated one of them? The Otherworldly Soul asked, strongly, only one person.

- Then he will bear the brunt of it, and maybe the next day he will die quietly in his bed. I know that Mitkot has put a lot of thought into that dragonborn, and I just don't want him to be easily lost in the internal strife.

"Is my invitation so difficult for you?" Ferek Hill interrupted the conversation.

"I would love to submit to your body and wisdom," the Otherworldly Spirit said, following the Lich's instructions, "but I used almost all of my spells before I returned...... The desert is full of dangers, and I brought that one back. He motioned with his eyes to Ferrek Hill to look at the large black figure. "I almost died to get him to submit. ”

"Really?" said Ferrek Hill, her fingers shaking, and the tight row of small buttons on her robes loosened one by one, revealing long laced undergarments, which she pulled open with the tip of her tongue, and then stared for a long time at the marks left on the dragonborn's chest—the wounds that had left marks even after the potion had been healed, and which might not have completely disappeared until the next day, indicating that they were indeed very serious.

"You should let me treat you. "The succubus said that demons also have a way to heal others, the easiest is to take out magical energy from other people's bodies and inject them into the body they care about, not only spells, they also make weapons with the same effect, once there was a famous thief who had such a dagger, so he gained the long-term vitality of non-human creatures, which made him live for a long time and young, and finally he did not know what to do, some people say that he has followed this dagger to the endless abyss, where he directly became a terrible demon。

"If it's your spell," said the otherworldly soul, "then I'd rather it be used elsewhere." ”

"The problem is that you can't today. ”

"We still have a lot of time," the Otherworldly Soul said, feeling his cheeks tingle, "unless you're tired of me." ”

Ferek Hill laughed, her unusual skin pounded by the ferocious heat, as if a volcano was hiding in her body that was about to erupt, and her breath in the air was like the sulfur vapor that flowed in the air before the eruption, "Well," said the succubus, "but remember, you promised to make it up to me." ”

"A million sorry," said the otherworldly soul, "forgive me for my cowardice, I don't want to disappoint you. ”

"You will not disappoint me, in fact," said Ferrek Hill, "I have never seen a life like you, you have so many secrets and contradictions hidden in you, and I hope that one day I can pull them out one by one with my own fingers and see if they are as bloody and luscious as I imagined." ”

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Ferrekhill landed in the courtyard with regret, and as soon as she appeared, it was certainly impossible for the other humans to stay here, Keo glanced lazily at her, and turned his head to lick his messed fur.

"Are you Cremar's mount?" asked the succubus.

If it were someone else, Keo would have roared and shouted, "We're companions, we're partners, we're friends, or something, but since it's this succubus—well," he said, "yes," he said with a frown, "yes, Cremar is my master, and I'm his mount baby." ”

As he expected, Ferrek Hill walked away with a look of contempt. Keo exhaled silently behind her, thankfully, he had heard from the bards about the bad things about succubi, they had little to find fault with men, but there was also a type that wasn't their cup of tea—something like this.

Keo hung his head, went to the canal in the courtyard and drank some water, and then stepped on (I wrote this correctly) a purple-blue water lily hanging in his ear, while humming a sweet little tune, and then he saw a pair of ominous membranous wings slip through the gap in the leaves, and he pretended not to see it, and rolled on the rose bush, and the scent so thick that it almost made him sneeze like never before burst out, and poor Keo endured it with great patience while insisting on incense himself motionlessly.

He would have been ridiculed by all the human-faced sphinx who knew about it for more than a hundred years, but the treatment was so beautiful and rare compared to laying eggs with a succubus - Keo didn't want to watch a succubus make boiled eggs, omelettes, and omelets with his own children every morning.

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The turmoil of the Dragon's Tooth Legion soon began to show, and this time, in addition to the gifts, Cremar's mansion also welcomed new guests, all of whom were the captains of the Dragon's Tooth Legion, and they promised to offer their loyalty to Cremar on the condition that Kremar designate them as the first captain. Of course, the first squad leader should be chosen from the first detachment, but now the commander of the dragon's tooth is Kremar and not Mitkot, if the first captain of Mitkot's first team did not die suddenly, then because of his brutality and strength, the other team leaders can only bury their ambitions in the deepest part of their hearts, but he is dead, and there is no one in the first team who is worthy of their fear and retreat.

Of course, such an important deal could not be negotiated overnight, but as he left, the captain of the fourth detachment seemed to inadvertently mention the situation of the desert barbarians: "Those insects seem to smell the smell in the air," he said, "they are scattered and scattered, do you have any information about this?"

"I once had a close pact with one of them," said the otherworldly spirit, "the shellac and venom of the spider-eaters are still of some value, and I want to see if I can get some slaves before we bury them all in the sand." ”

The captain of the fourth detachment smiled, "I also feel a little pity, Your Highness," he said, "Your idea is very correct, if possible, I am willing to ...... for you"

"No," said the otherworldly spirit, "no, my knight, there is no need for such trouble, we just have to wait, if he had a little sense, he would come and prostrate himself at my feet." ”

Team 4 Zhang nodded happily, "There is no doubt about it," he bowed, "I'm sure you'll get your wish." ”

Perhaps it was because of this "blessing" that late that night, a handful of flames jumped out of the cetaline candle next to the soul of the other world, and the flame fell to the ground, illuminating the surrounding walls, but it did not mean to extinguish at all. Then out of the flames, Mossa's face was revealed, and he looked at Cremar with horror, resentment, and inevitable despair, and if anything, very strange, a little hope and supplication.

"I'm coming for you," he said, looking exhausted, his hair unkempt, and the strips of clothing tied around his shoulders were stained with blood, "You, you, Your Highness, do you still need us?"

"You've talked to your people," the otherworldly soul said almost coldly, "and how did it turn out?"

"They don't want to move. "They think I have been deceived by you," and although he put all the information he could get in front of the elders, they still didn't believe it, and they even accused Moses of wanting to betray his people to the Grenadians because of his cowardice and vanity, and that he wanted to be a slave, but they didn't, and most of the people were cursing him, and the others only thought he was alarmist and talking nonsense.

Musa felt a heart-rending pain as he recalled the rally - no one knew that he had been closely following the movements of the three legions of Grenada, and had been looking for another desert, the desert barbarians often claimed to be the poisonous insects of the desert, which was a proud name, but who would allow such a group of poisonous insects to be around? The elder and his elders believed that even if the Grenada sent out their legions to encircle them again, the result would only be the same as every time before, they could ride the spider-eaters away like the wind, no one could find their traces, they could survive on the nectar and secretions of the spider-eaters, while the big birds and dragons were for meat, and the Grenadians could not find them in the desert for a long time, and in the end they could only return home in vain. As for what Mosa said, the mages and warlocks of Grenada can control the sandstorm, they are even more unbelievable, the barbarians have survived in the desert longer than the Grenada, who can control the sandstorm, are they gods? Even the gods may not be able to, the sandstorm has always been freewheeling, it appears and disappears without warning, and even in the middle of the journey, it will suddenly change direction. And if the Grenadians were able to do so, why did they allow their caravans to be swallowed up by sandstorms again and again?

Musa was robbed of his cloak and garment, which symbolized his chief, and he was imprisoned and put under surveillance, but he managed to gain the support of some of the other members of the tribe, and although they would be suspicious, they obeyed Mosa and rushed out of the tribe with his own spider-eater, but Mosa did not expect his uncle to shoot arrows at him, if the arrows were not of spider-eating venom but of other creatures, he might have died long ago. (To be continued.) )