"Aren't you going to do something? Danos?"

Danos looked up at their Highness and Chief, and then he noticed that the expressions of his companions were a little subtle, and the Warlock put his hands into the sleeves of his robes, which often portended extreme danger for a spellcaster - as for the knights of the Dragon's Tooth, their position already showed that they would not favor Danos. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Now that we're here," said Danos, "you know I'm not going to do anything, I'm not a madman, or an idiot. ”

"So let me see what you really look like?" said the former undead nonchalantly.

Danos smiled bitterly, "Are you trying to take all my secrets?" ”

"I'm sure that's not too much," the lich said softly, "they've proven to be trustworthy, and you deserve to pay for your concealment." ”

If the leader of the band said this before fighting a lich and her weakened but therefore more insane master, the knights and warlocks would have been happy to see it happen (after all, knowing a secret in Grenadado is like getting a chance or even a life), they would still be afraid of Cremar, after all, who in Grenada's three legions could not have a little secret or two, too aggressive would have caused a kind of dead fox sadness, and even caused a lot of disgustBut in this battle, in terms of personal strength, the black-haired Dragonborn had the respect of every survivor, and in any case, it was His Highness who gave them shelter and guidance as they chased the undead who had succeeded in deceiving everyone (including their own family) for hundreds of years - he was omnipotent and omniscient, and perhaps he could not have done better if the young Red Dragon Lady had descended here.

Danos felt a wave of weariness, and they had destroyed the terrible immortal slowly, subtly, little by little, in a lengthy and sluggish way, like a great stone mill grinding the hardest beans— He began to lose the ability to love and trust as he grew weaker, and he deceived his wife so that his companion Lich thought he was dead, knowing full well that the Lich of his family, who had held on to his present day almost with his strength and love, would be desperate to protect his fortress and his bones—she had put her life box in the bones of her lover, and it was a different kind of oath—and if she could no longer guarantee that his final sleep would be undisturbed, then she would be gone.

The poor woman, unbeknownst to her, was that it was impossible for the Couple Lich to survive without the Lich who created her, and that if her husband did die, she would be reduced to ashes in the next few days.

She didn't know, many people didn't know, that married lichs were not so common, but the former undead had lived in the Seventy-Seven Islands where lichs and undead creatures were gathered for more than a hundred years, and if it was a dragon, or a demon, a devil, or a celestial creature, he might have some details that he couldn't grasp, but sorry, what secret about the skeleton could not be revealed by him? No, it's like the knights and warlocks of the dragon's fangs are amazed at their leader, who knows him as well as they can read the loser's heart. After all, many times, the way the undead do things is almost the same.

They shattered the lich's lifebox and obtained the lich's remains, more than the bones of the camouflage, almost all of the bones above the knee were preserved, the shriveled eyes flew out, and then they were roughly dug out of the mouth of the little devil Asmodeus by His Highness Cremar, and the little devil's miserable cry made the Grenadas feel a little pity, especially when they saw that the reason why the little devil could not swallow the eyeballs in the first place was because the string around his neck suddenly tightened, as if it had a new neck as thin as a straw stemThe Warlock was not even so appropriately reminded of a book he had read in the Warlock's Tower—that the Seris would breed a species of waterfowl called ospreys, which were also tied with ropes around their necks, so that they could not swallow them to fill their bellies when they caught large fish.

Of course, this is not to say that they will let the little devil swallow such a precious treasure out of sympathy, if Cremar continues to be so indulgent, they may still be jealous and hateful, compared to the life box of a couple lich, it is obvious that the lich bones that can allow a living person to have the power of a lich can only have are much more important, and the black-haired dragonborn has made it clear, because the life box of the couple lich has been used by him to feed the little devil, so the lich's bones belong to the warlocks and knights, and they can give the whole to the temple to wait for Gredi's reward, or distribute it themselves-- As for how it was to be distributed, their leaders did not intervene and did not care.

The shriveled eyes and spine were taken by the Warlock, and given that he was the only remaining caster in the team (except for Cremar), no one disputed this, and Danos took the skull and sternum, and the knights divided the arm bones, phalanges, etc., most likely to take out some of them and give them to the temple and give them to Gredi, and some of them for themselves, or to make a trade, in Grenada, such bones were almost comparable to dragon bones.

If Danos refuses Cremar's request and goes against the will of the leader, then the other knights and warlocks can kill Danos under Kremar's orders, and Danos sees their eyes shining under the campfire, and it is clear that everyone is eager to try, and if he dies, his weapons, armor, magic paraphernalia, and the contents of the dimensional bag will be divided immediately, and judging by the usual practice of their tolerant masters, he may not get a piece of the pie.

I hope that after you learn this secret, Danos will smile evilly, and at the same time say in his heart that he can continue to maintain his current ambition.

He took two steps back, and the only people around him were now only His Highness Cremar still sitting peacefully on a toppled withered tree trunk, but Danos didn't look at them at all, he only stared at the black-haired Dragonborn, those black eyes reflected the bonfire, like golden eyes, and the long hair was also rendered by the firelight with a rich layer of blood, at this time, he looked like a pure Dragonborn, not half of the bloodline that should be hated and rejected.

Danos first took off his leather armor, then his belt and belt with weapons and dimensional bags, tights, boots, and trousers. He stood in the firelight, without a trace of concealment or restraint around him, and the warlock looked slightly surprised, he didn't think that the dragon thorn's generation leader was going crazy because of the small pressure, so what was he going to do?He glanced at Cremar, and then suddenly realized what they would see next- Red, like extinguished charcoal scales, rolled out like ripples from under Danos's skin, he leaned forward slightly, his back arched, and the onlookers heard the sound of flesh tearing, and from his shoulder blades, a pair of small tips stretched out, and the blood remained at the base of the small tips, and the small tips grew in size rapidly, and when they were tightly bound together, it was like an umbrella, and when it finally opened, the warlock took a deep breath. It was a pair of membranous wings, and then, not surprisingly, he saw a thorny tail sticking out of the end of Danos's spine, and it spun deftly in the air, as if it were looking for a target for its master's anger.

"It seems," said the lich mildly, "that your blood is much purer than you appear. ”

When a person thinks that Danos is just a thief with a meager red dragon bloodline, he will not be as wary of a powerful enemy as he is wary of him, but when Danos is willing to reveal his speciality, I believe that many people will feel remorse and horror, but at that time it will be too late to do anything. Danos had not kept this secret so carefully for the sake of surprise, for perhaps he had been waiting, full of anticipation, searching for any weakness or crevice that had arisen at the slightest slack. Unfortunately, what he was waiting for was the fatal blow of the black-haired Dragonborn, and the Acting Leader of the Dragonthorn would not be able to kill Cremar now, no, let alone Cremar, he might not be able to completely silence those Dragontooth Knights and the only remaining Warlock. They would not be unaware of what kind of secret they had been given, and what Danos would do to keep it alive.

It seems that there is no other way but to offer loyalty to this highness, Danos thought, and at the same time found that his mood was not so bad, this master may be in an awkward position, and has many naïve expectations, but he does have the wisdom and strength that Kelmen Kelce crawled back into the dragon egg, and he may not be able to have it for hundreds of years, and he is extremely tolerant and generous, at least before Danos did not expect that he would be able to gain so much from this barren and monotonous task.

"Can I find out?" Danos couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, where did you detect my intentions?" You know, in order to surprise the blow, even if he was on the verge of serious injury or death several times, he did not show that he had the strength beyond people's understanding.

From the beginning, the lich said in his heart that he might not be familiar with Danos, but he knew a little about Ostahl, that the dragonborn loved nothing more than to play all kinds of intrigues, even if he only stayed in Grenada for reasons unknown to people, or if he went somewhere else, he couldn't put a clumsy guy in the position of acting leader- The young Red Dragon Lady, and perhaps Danos, thought that he might not accept a man sent by the Red Dragon, or that he might try to get rid of the danger as soon as he left the Legion, so Danos came to play the role of a fool who wanted to refuse to fall into the mire of despair with Cremar and was stupid enough to reveal his "true" thoughts. The Grenadas, and some of those who were not broad-minded, would be outraged by this, of course—because they did not want Danos to do what they did not want to do, and insisted that the hateful thief be forced to do what he did not want to do, and this malice was entirely expected by them. What they don't expect is that the lich's cohabitants come from another plane, and in that plane, it has become a cliché in novels, plays, and reality to "provoke someone" to "do the opposite" and get the results he wants.

But even the lich of three hundred years ago may not have stepped into the trap as they would like, and he may not have left Danos behind, just as he did with his colleagues and the Mentor of the Grenada Warlock Tower, who will only use the most direct and straightforward means to make those who have a bad idea of him die.

Even the soul may not be able to keep it.

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Cremar and his party returned to the Grand Duke's capital, and were once again given a grand hospitality, and saw their mounts, which weighed dozens of pounds in just a few days, and the Grand Duke was simply overjoyed to find out that these mounts did not feed on humans, and even the civilians were willing to take out the carefully stored cheese and dried meat, which could not satisfy their appetites, or suffered some losses, what did it matter, it was enough to satisfy people if they did not put themselves on the food plate, and these long-haired monsters did not eat oats or other plants, they were still able to eat enough。

"What's going on?" the lich was keenly aware of a hint of uneasiness.

"That's right," said the Grand Duke with some sadness, "We have just received news that Your Highness, the king of the Norman Highlands has fallen. ”

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"I don't believe it!" shouted Berdwin, his tall body even trembling, he clutched the shoulders of the comer, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that Thundercastle didn't believe it, no, and the king of the Normans of the Highlands had fallen so easily.

"It's not that you don't want to...... If you believe, you will not believe... My lord. The Baroness did a good job of hiding the impatience in her eyes, the fall of the Norman royal capital was a nightmare at all, without warning, and she fled in a hurry without even having a chance to summon her subordinates, followed by hordes of hungry and greedy monsters and orcs. She was able to escape here, and she was able to warn thanks to the god of fate. She wondered why the stupid hunter couldn't believe it, and she admitted that it was a bit cruel, but wasn't it a foreshadowing, and if she hadn't been afraid of Fouquet, she might have managed to get away from the Norman in the Highlands—and what good would she have gained by telling such a lie?

"She's not lying. Leona said, "It's like the information we've gotten before -- it's not rumors and speculations born out of panic. (To be continued.) )