"What's the matter," Austal asked curiously, "what are you waiting for?

"Are you...... Dylan's ...... "came a murky, sluggish interrogation from the massive Black Iron Golem, as if the spirits in the golems themselves were unsure of the absurdity they were in...... Or in a terrible situation, it looked left and right, but it didn't see much, or rather, it didn't understand what it was, and finally it lowered its head and looked for Ostal's face, a few decades were not enough time for a dragonborn's face to change too much, compared to the thin image that Dylan's mentor had left to Birdwin, he was now only covered with fine scales on his skin due to too much dragon blood ingestion, and because of the hatred and fear in his heart, he had become extremely thin. Berdwin could barely remember the face, but he finally uttered the last word: "Mentor......"

"I didn't expect you to remember me. Ostal said, and then he saw that the golem's hedron eyes were red and shiny like emotional transmitters, and the golem would not roar, but he felt that he still heard a cry of hatred, and then he watched the golem lift the huge palm that could envelop his whole person in it, and slam it from the left and right, just this moment, even the rock statue would be crushed to pieces, not to mention, even the dragonborn, Ostar was still flesh and blood. But just as Berdwin tried to grasp him, an indescribable pain stretched from his spine to the top of his head, and the black iron golem fell to its knees and let out a silent scream, "I am your master, prisoner," Berdwin heard the other man say, "remember that. ”

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Ostal walked out of the barren, barren, but empty enough place with the pleasure of all the wicked men after their wanton abuse, and his experiment had been successful, and he almost desperately wanted to show off to his accomplices, but when he saw Glenn's gloomy face in the water mirror, he lost his interest again. For nothing else, just because Glenn was once a subordinate of Cremar, and when he first heard Cremar's name, as one of Gredi's favorite dragonborns, he didn't take this black-haired mongrel seriously at all, and the blood in the latter's body belonging to the elves doomed him to never gain the true trust of the red dragon. But where he didn't see it, his enemies grew like moss in the corner, he got the dragon's teeth, he got Crefa, he even destroyed the red dragon Gredi, and to this day, Ostahl still feels a trance from time to time, that powerful and ancient being died so humbly and miserably, and even his soul was devoured by the demigod lich Edair, leaving no trace, let alone resisting the possibility of resurrection.

No, she still had something left, and the wise red dragon clearly saw that her half-human descendant, the new king of Grenada, had no loyalty to her, and she had bequeathed Ostal with a portion of her most important inheritance— Thousands of dragon eggs meant new dragons, new powers, and expensive bargaining chips, and Ostarr lived up to his expectations, re-establishing a force that belonged only to him, along with his subordinates and worshippers in the three legions, the Warlock Tower, and other nations and regions—and in doing so, building a fine web with Musk, the god of thieves, and Shirek, the god of conspiracy. Thinking of this, Ostal couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement, and there was also pride and admiration for himself, who could do it? The highest level that the so-called believers of Shirek and Marsk could touch was only the priest of these two evil gods, but he had once bowed at their feet and listened to their voices.

Only occasionally, Austal still feels dissatisfied, ah, blood, blood, blood! It is as worthy of reverence as it is, as much as it is hateful, for example, if he is not the son of Musk left on the main physical plane, what qualifications does he have to be vaguely above Ostal, but everyone knows that no matter how useless or stupid Gram is, as long as he has not lost Musk's care, as the son of the god of thieves, all of them, every thief must serve him as Lord, because to despise him is to despise his father.

"Musk asked me to inquire about your progress," Gülen asked wearily and lazily, "Your Excellency, may I ask you that you have completed the work that my Lord has entrusted to you?"

Ostahl stroked the scroll in his arms, this scroll was given to him by Musk himself, it is said to be the most proud masterpiece of the conspiracy god Ciric, in the millennial war, the golem created by the god of conspiracy himself was ordered by him to be the "Inquisitor", can hear the disrespectful voice of Ciric from anywhere in the main material plane, he will follow the voice, with the help of teleportation magic, instantly appear in front of the blasphemer, and then tear him to pieces- Sadly, the golem was eventually stolen by the vile prostitute (the goddess of magic), and out of disgust, their only great god did not create a second one. But now, he gave this spell and blueprint to Ostal what a glorious task, but it is a pity that the creatures on the earth can never compare to the gods, Ostaal has been spending decades of time here, but only one has succeeded, that is, the experimental Golem of the Mackay Hermitage, this golem was originally a joke of the dwarves, it was made too tall and clumsy, and Ostar's actions were not so much an attempt as a punishment, but to the disappointment of many people, after jokingly succeeding the first one, there was no second Black Iron Golem standing。

"Yes," Ostal was careful not to get too excited, "I'm done, the second Black Iron Golem has been completed and passed the test, and he'll be the most terrifying weapon on the battlefield." ”

"The second?"

"There will be a third, a fourth, and a myriad of them," Ostal had calmed down again, "as long as you can provide me with enough souls, as well as Black Iron, Mithril, Precious Stones, ......"

"You can get everything you want," Gülen looked at him suspiciously with his arms crossed, "but you have to know if it's a lie......"

"Do you want to see it?" Austal interrupted Gülen's questioning, "Speaking of which, you are still old acquaintances? Remember Berdwin, the male warrior of the humans? The Norman King of the Highlands, he seemed to be a little higher than you when you were a barking puppy tethered to Cremar. ”

"It is more important to keep your mouth than to guard your enemy's sword. Glenn threatened: "You don't want to be vigilant day and night with a dagger that pierces the heart at some point. At the same time, however, he almost believed Ostahl's words, for if it were not for the solid and tremendous progress of the experiment, Austal would not have picked up the vicious tongue that he should have been doused with acid a hundred times.

Sure enough, Glenn soon saw the Black Iron Golem, which was much smaller than the Black Iron Golem that McGee parasitized, but also much more dangerous, it looked like a hollow armor, from the face, to the back of the head, from the tips of the elbows, and to the knees, all covered with long and short spikes, and the gaps in the eye protection part jumped red like lava, and beside it, there was a matching giant shield, and a relatively short sword. "Let our distinguished guests see your martial arts. Ostar said, and then the wall at the other end suddenly opened, and in the cracked gap, a group of tall warriors were driven out, their countenance, as well as their distinctive clothing, and weapons made Gülen slightly surprised: "Highland Normans?"

"The best of the Grizzly Legion," Ostahl glanced at Glenn in the water mirror, "not initially, but their surnames ......" he gave a few names, "it must have made our leader very familiar with the king." ”

"How did you get them here? Gülen asked.

"I have my way," Austal replied, in a way that could not be considered an answer, "You are not the only thieves, assassins, and merchants. Then, with a gesture, the massive Black Iron Golem stood up— Maybe there is a little trace of struggle, but who cares about such a short pause, Gülen watched the Black Iron Golem rush towards those Highland Norman warriors, those warriors are also equipped with armor, in terms of various weapons, it may also give them the best at it, and these steel weapons can be said to be either from the hands of dwarfs or from the hands of dwarves, the quality is impeccable, but this is the collision of human flesh and black iron golems, and the confrontation between mortals and magic never has any surprising results。

These warriors were very brave and fearless, and their actions did not tarnish their names or the name of the legion in the slightest, even when they were confronted with this magical creation that looked like a hill of black iron, they stepped forward without flinching, and after the first round of slaughter of their companions, they even used their bodies to build a ladder for a warrior to jump on the Golem's shoulder, and before he could be caught, he stabbed his broadsword into the gap between the golem's eyes, but the broadsword stabbed to the end, and the empty touch made him immediately know that he had failed: "Not here!" He shouted, lest his companions lose their lives again in vain, as for him, he was grabbed by the palm of the Black Iron Golem, and in the short look at each other, the red light between the gaps suddenly flashed for a moment, and he only felt that the power that bound his body was loosened, and the whole person fell, but before he understood what was happening, the palm grabbed him again, this time the Golem did not hesitate, and directly crushed him, blood burst out from between the fingers of Black Iron, and he heard the cry of his companions in grief and indignation at the last moment.

It was like a beginning, the Black Iron Golem's actions became more and more mad and cruel, and the Norman Grizzly Knights fought almost everything, their eyes bleeding, their throats hoarse, their swords sparkling on the skin of the Black Iron Golem, though they knew that it might be futile, but none of them flinched, or despaired, this was their last battle, and their performance did not disappoint their father and people in the slightest— Even if there is only one evil warlock and an equally evil thief watching here.

Ostal always had a slight smile on his thin face, and the scent of human blood made him feel refreshed, and when the Norman knights were the last to be left, he raised his hand: "Warriors," he said in a mock voice, "I am moved by your valor," his smile widened and bared his sharp teeth, "and now I give you a favor," he said, "you may end your life on your own," he said, "so that you may be spared the last torment— I swear it's going to be a long and painful journey, you're not going to be happy, and you're going to die. ”

And the bruised knight just glanced at him, raised his broadsword, and while Ostarr waited to see a good show, the knight rushed out, he was so small— Compared to the black iron golem standing in front of him, he could only hit it almost below the knee, and a full blow could only leave a white mark on the heavy black iron, but it was still far too early to cause real trauma to the golem, but he didn't think about it at all, he slashed the black ankle, and in the firelight, his face was so resolute and so resolute, did he know that what he did was useless? But he didn't care, rather than kill himself in humiliation, he would rather fight and die.

Glenn laughed out loud in the water mirror, and Ostahl cursed, giving a new order.

The Black Iron Golem leaned down and grabbed the knight by the shoulders with three fingers, lifting him up, and in the process, the knight lost his broadsword, and he was lifted in the air by the golem with his bare hands, staring fearlessly at the crimson eyes, and spitting, "Cowardly devil!" he shouted, and then the golem pinched one of his feet and ripped it off, as Ostal had said earlier.

The knight screamed in pain, but the screaming stopped, and Ostahl turned his head abruptly to look at the water mirror beside him, and at the same time, the light of his defensive spell flickered dangerously - the knight had a dagger stuck in his throat, the kind that thieves were used to, but how could Gülen be able to throw it through his water mirror, or could he have done more? This made Ostahl feel a wave of fear, and he was more angry than the knight's death.