"Ah," said Adairna's disciple calmly during the rapid fall, "As the Mentor said, the most hated thing about the Silver Dragon is the undead. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Ostar grimaced, if he was a creature from another plane, he might have greeted the entire maternal line of Edelna.

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Compared to the giant mountain, the eldest son of the giant mountain may have a brain as big as a walnut kernel. Jushan never valued him. Among the tribes, the eldest son of the giant mountain was only a soldier, no different from the other frost giants. Jushan preferred his youngest son, and although the young frost giant could not hunt on his own, he could always trick or steal the fattest piece of meat from his brother, and if he had been here, perhaps he would have understood what was going on here, and if he couldn't, then he would at least know how to escape.

But the eldest son of the mountain could not, and he stood in the crumbling ice, watching the mountains of gold coins and jewels reveal their true colors in the dazzling light—nothing more than a few copper coins, Shells and stones, if anything precious, were perhaps the silver dragon, which was breaking free from the thick ice, from head to tail, ten giants connected from head to toe, and the scales around it were as large as a pointed shield, brighter than any silver object the frost giants had ever seen, and its eyes flashed as if it were hidden stars or the sun. A frost giant threw an axe in terror, but the silver dragon flew the axe along with its owner with a slight lift of its wings, and then it gracefully bent its neck, biting a frost giant that had run haphazardly at its feet, and throwing him into the air and throwing him on a sharp icicle.

"What's that?!" asked the dwarf in a childlike shrill voice, "it's still alive!?—the bottomless abyss is below, don't you say it's been dead for a long time?...... Is it the corpse moving?"

"It's impossible. The Elven Ranger looked at the silver dragon in awe, they had seen the black dragon in the snow cover swamp before, but the black dragon was not as strong, beautiful, and intimidating as this silver dragon. "The silver dragon is the most hated of the undead of all dragons. Whatever the reason, they will not want to be resurrected after death.

"Whatever that is. The princess was almost insane, for after the silver dragon had driven away the giants, it came face to face with Berdwin, who was a tall and mighty warrior in front of the giants, but in front of the silver dragon, which was about fifty feet behind him, he was like a relatively large doll, "Can it tell the difference between friend and foe? I mean...... Who can tell him that Birdwin is not his enemy!"

"Who knows?" muttered the gnome, "we're the ones who want to take away its vaults." ”

"That's a golem. "The Daughter of Love, the Daughter of Love, may be a golem modeled after the owner of this island, its body is black iron, its scales are Mithril, and the fire in its eyes may have come from runes that contain great power.

As she spoke, she suddenly floated herself so that she could meet the silver dragon golem, and the dragon's golem moved uneasily, and it wanted to leave, but the Daughter of Love only raised a hand and placed it on the tip of its nose, which was like a silver-crowned wooden flower floating on a lake compared to the golem's head, but if the golem could speak, it would feel as heavy as a rocky mountain. It struggled to get rid of the human, but by this time, the Daughter of Love began to chant incantations, a language that was extremely foreign to most of the creatures here, and the only ones who could recognize them were the Elven Ranger and the Lich.

The Lich took advantage of this opportunity to cast a spell, and the magic that had been applied to Birdwin vanished, and he returned to his original form, and a frost giant thought he had found his chance, but as he pounced, he was pierced through the head by an elven arrow, one of which went in his left eye and out of the back of his head.

The eldest son of the mountain also noticed that there were a dozen or so frost giants with him, who had lost so much to get here, but only got a small amount of gold and a few copper coins, and the new leader noticed that a few of the fellows were looking at their bags in what they thought were hidden—they must want to steal their gold, and the eldest son thought to him, no, he might be able to give them something else, like this dragon that suddenly couldn't move- The Frost Giants were able to kill dragons when they swarmed up, even though they were younger or injured, and the eldest son of the mountain knew that he could not just return to the tribe, or he would be stripped of his position as leader and killed and eaten. But just as he was about to summon the frost giants around him, he heard a rough cry of despair.

He didn't understand what else could make a frost giant bark like a wounded dog, but when he turned around, he could make no better sound than the previous one.

He saw his father, he stoned him off the ice cliff, and ordered the priest's vultures to devour his eyes and entrails, no one, even the frost giants could survive in this situation, but he did see the mountain, the former leader who was stronger and more dangerous than him, and blue flames dancing in his black hole eyes.

He also saw the others, all of whom he had killed and abandoned, and the eldest son of the mountain let out a long, intonable wail, and he stepped back, nearly knocking over the frost giant who was carrying the priest on his back.

The priest was a little injured in the chaos just now, but he is a priest, and he will not be abandoned because of injuries like ordinary frost giants, he let a frost giant carry him, but as we saw before, the priest's physique is not inferior to any frost giant, and the frost giant carrying him is very reluctant, but he is afraid of the priest's poisonous insects and curses, so when the eldest son of the mountain retreats recklessly, he almost falls to the ground with the priest. The priest had no less experience with the enemy than the mountain, and after the initial panic, he suddenly understood what had happened to the mountain, and anger swept through his mind, "This is blasphemy," he cried out, "this is blasphemy, and the soul of every frost giant belongs to the great Kawula." He even wanted to pray for a magic spell to undo the spell on the mountain, but as soon as the priest raised the somewhat charred cane, the ground under their feet cracked.

The Daughter of Love wanted to control the Golem, and she could feel that what she needed was close to her, and perhaps the most crucial place was in this glorious and terrifying Golem, which guarded the Vault in the form of a silver dragon.

The power of the gods was revealed to everyone like a light that surrounded the Daughter of Love, and it was very difficult for her to erase the mark left by the silver dragon and make this golem bow down to her, the power was passing fast, she even felt that she was weakening as quickly as a human, and the voice of chanting incantations was no longer as firm and loud as before, but as long as she held on a little longer, even if it was only a few breaths - the golem's resistance was becoming slow and soft, and she only needed the final blow.

But at this moment, a spell struck her, and the Daughter of Love didn't even have a chance to see who cast the spell, she was thrown to the top of the dome by a huge force, and the force of the impact caused the human body to immediately fall into pain and slumber, and the Daughter of Love cried out unwillingly, but her remaining strength could only ensure that her existing body would not be irreparably destroyed.

"Oh, obviously," said Berdwin, "it's angry. ”

Freed from the control of the Daughter of Love, the Silver Dragon's Golem began to wreak havoc on everything it could see, like a real, enraged dragon, and though it was only a golem, it could spit out flames and acid, the color of which was not golden-red, but bright white or blue-white, hotter than the fire cast by the caster, and the acid flowed over the ice, emitting a suffocating heat- Soon there was an ominous click at the Frost Giant's feet, and they watched in horror until they saw the crack and they ran everywhere, but the path was blocked by the shattered ice. Then they climbed up the ice wall again, but the golem of the silver dragon began to ram everything frantically.

"I don't think it's as ...... as it seems to be Peaceful......" Berdwin said.

In fact, Kerry had a similar question, the silver dragon hated the undead, and when he saw the golem, although he inevitably thought of the soul necessary for the golem to be made, it could also be a monster or a flying dragon, although it was far-fetched, but it was simply impossible to explain - but some of the things he saw now were even more difficult to explain, after all, the silver dragon never spewed fire and acid. He did wonder if the Golem was really a good dragon, and if the true owner of the island was indeed the silver dragon they thought it was.

"Opened the ......," said the black-haired spellcaster.

"What?" asked Kerryburn. With the exception of the Daughter of Love and Glenn, the adventurers took refuge behind the few icicles, and while the Golem was still killing the frost giants, they were given a little respite, but it wasn't very long.

"Door. "The former immortal said that he had seen the giant mountain, and even if he didn't see it, he could smell the kind of smell peculiar to the cold negative energy, a common technique used by red-robed warlocks, he said in his heart, a group of brainless free soldiers, plus a gray robe who is good at waste utilization, the former can not only be used twice, but if the battle is not so fierce, it can also be used as a part of the reward.

Without too much explanation from the caster, Kerriben and the others could see the "door".

"That's a whirlpool!" Leona said through gritted teeth, "in the deep sea under the ice." ”

"What the eye sees is not necessarily real. The Daughter of Love did a good thing in the end, her power may have misled the little lock, thus opening a passage, the black-haired spellcaster and the elven ranger looked at each other, the caster jumped first, the elf followed, and Baldwin kissed Leona on the lips - he was the third, Leona was the fourth, and the gnome holding the icicle did not wait for his chance to make a decision, and the whirlpool suddenly rose rapidly, and all life and objects in the illusion were swallowed up.

The whole illusion seemed to return to its original calm, leaving only the vortex that continued to spin unhurriedly, and finally a round bubble appeared in the center of the vortex, and the bubble burst and made a "gurgling" sound, like something hiccuping.

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Midget McGee sniffled and woke up. He lay on the ground, tired and not wanting to move, the ground was a little cold, but it was still quite dry, and after a while, his stomach gurgled.

McGee opened his eyes, and there was darkness in front of him, and there was no light at all. Gnomes can see things in the dark just like elves, but that darkness still has light, but it is very faint, how faint is it, and the human body also glows, you know? But here, in this unnatural environment, the dwarf can't even see his own fingers, he fumbled and took a piece of jerky from his bag and put it in his mouth to eat, and then took out a pin, he remembered that this pin was inlaid with a small fluorite, but he still couldn't see anything.

The dwarf thought he was blind, and he began to weep with a sob, maybe the dwarf would not cry at this time, but now there was no one here but him, and no one would think that he did not look like a dwarf.

"McGee?"

The sudden sound made the dwarf jump violently, literally, he jumped up and down, his ass and the hard ground collided solidly, and it hurt terribly.

"Kerryburn?"

"It's me. The elf's voice sounded weak, too: "What about the others?"

"I don't know. McGee said he heard the grinding of fabrics and the breathing of elves, his fingers seemed to brush over the ground, and pebbles rolled to the bone.

"How are you? McGee. ”

"Not so good. McGee said, "I may be blind." Can you see it?"

"No," said the elf, "but I think it might be magic." He paused, "My problem isn't in the eyes, McGee...... I may have lost my foot. ”

McGee suddenly stopped breathing: "I ......" he said hesitantly, "I can...... Touching you?"

"Yes. The elf said.

McGee stretched out his hand, and he felt the elf's hand, and then he felt it along the arm, down from the shoulder, to the waist and legs, and then to the part of the elf that the elf had spoken—he had heard the bard describe that someone's heart would sink like a lump of iron, and the gnomes had always found it ridiculous, and they had seen what the heart looked like, and if the heart was to turn into a lump of iron, wouldn't the rest of the entrails be crushed by it? (To be continued.) )