readx;? Adel had only time to push the power of the spell into his beast, his fingers sliding across the blood-covered skin, almost inserting the deep wound - magically commanded blades dancing in the air, perhaps the next moment, they would attack again- The youngest winged beast was lucky enough not to die in the first place, simply because she also had Mithril's exoskeleton on her wings, which prevented the blades from slashing, but the blades slid sideways when they couldn't work, and then stabbed into the roots of the wings, thanks to the wicked people, because they obeyed Kelth's orders to let Cremar, her brother, whom she did not recognize, and everyone in his temple suffer as long as possible, and even their souls could not rest in peace. Kelce also brought a necromancer this time, who will collect these human souls and make them into soul gems to adorn her belt. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kelce was accompanied by two red-robed warlocks, her latest lovers, young and without a prominent position, so they did everything to flatter His Highness, not to mention that they themselves loved to ravage mortals or weaker than them—the blade was supposed to tear apart a wing of the beasts—and they knew that this was their most sensitive place. The brief frustration made the warlock who cast the spell look ashamed, and his enemies sneered, and he almost mockingly threw a spell, the power of the magic whistling with venom and stench, but the man who looked like an ascetic of Ilmote from his outfit raised his hand, and a soft, bright light emanated from his palm, forming a brilliant curtain of light, whether it was a poisonous mist or a dancing blade.

"Isn't he depraved?" the Daughter of the Red Dragon looked at the grey robe with interest, "Why can he still use Rosada's powers?"

"Two possibilities," the necromancy said, "he either deceived us or his gods." ”

"It seems more likely that the former is more likely," said Kels, "what do you think the bastard wants to do? He has sent a priest who worships other gods into the royal capital of Grenada, at the feet of his mother, and if the priest wants to do something," she said, "it is a sin that cannot be forgiven for ten weeks around the royal capital." ”

The necromancer was silent, of course the daughter of the red dragon could call a dragonborn, or a dragonborn with a close blood connection with Greday, a mongrel, but he couldn't, the inherent suspicion and caution of the mage, especially the necromancer, kept his mouth closed, not even a superfluous word, but he was able to keep quiet, but Kelce's lover did not, and when the spell failed, their expressions became even more hideous.

"I have recently learned a spell," said one of the sorcerers, "it drains flesh, bones, and entrails from the skin, but it holds the soul of the recipient in its original skin, and they can even move and shout if necessary," he said kindly, "look at the statues, my Highness, and we may add some new companions to them." ”

The necromancer turned his gaze, this spell was originally exclusive to the necromancers, but after letting the red-robed people see it, they couldn't wait to turn it into their spell, he didn't have much opinion on this, this spell may be new to the warlock, but in the Seventy-Seven Islands it has become a toy for apprentices and disciples to play with each other- If there is any existence in this plane that has an extraordinary dedication to the study of spells, there is probably no one else except these gray robes and bones, after all, the vast majority of lichs are willing to spend a huge amount of effort, resources, and risk turning into idiots and ghosts to carry out transformation rituals in order to continue their quest, and on the islands surrounded by the red ocean, new spells are produced almost every day, but they are either abandoned or temporarily unknown due to various shortcomings.

And this cute little spell, although it was shelved by most of the undead because it was not innovative enough and not strong enough, was surprisingly popular with people outside the Seventy-Seven Islands, and as far as he knew, several branches of the "Silver Finger" Thieves Guild had such finished products, which were said to be specially hired by the undead to deter those thief apprentices and enemies. Seriously, he would rather see it in a thief's room than here, used by a fool to please his lover, and the magic is not a cake or a flower, he could have done the same with an expensive gemstone brooch.

But Kelse's had apparently been pleased, and before she smiled, she was like a beautiful and harsh silver statue, but when she was truly happy, the eyes and body she had inherited from the red dragon would show something different from mortals- Her diamond-shaped pupils contracted, it looked like a black line, and the golden part occupied almost all of the iris, and when she looked at you, you could see your little self trembling in the burning red flames, the dragon's coercion and feminine charm blended together seamlessly, she made you want to kneel at her feet, but also wanted to conquer and ravage her, this complex or conflicting intense feeling could conquer almost every male - except the gray robe.

He just likes to see others show their ugliness, and he doesn't care who this other person is, whether it's a human or a dragonborn, or more accurately, he's here to see ...... Ah, jokes as well as ...... Well, the boy he'd been missing so much, the Grey Robe certainly knew he had left Grenada, but the latter's trails still told him a lot.

"As far as I know," said another warlock at the right time, "there is an indispensable prerequisite for casting this spell," he said, "first you need to get a raw material that can't fly or run away." ”

Indeed, while they were competing with each other, the priest and the winged beastman he was protecting had fled.

"Don't you do anything?" asked Kels, dismayed, and the Grey robe only shrugged, "the contract," he reminded, "my dear child, the contract is clear about the work. ”

"I'm not a stingy person. Kelce said angrily.

"But I didn't have a spell ready. "The grey robe is not ashamed to tell a lie that borders on humiliation, this is a word that not even a goat will believe, let alone the dragonborn and warlocks, but they have no way to take this one, the three most powerful legions of Grenada are on the march, and the powerful spellcasters are all gone, and this one, not because he is clumsy or weak, but because he is indeed extremely strong- It wasn't easy for the Warlock Tallinn in Grenada to own a tower of his own, not to mention that he often disappeared for no apparent reason, and because of this, he wasn't drafted by the army, so Kels could still ask for his help.

But now the Daughter of the Red Dragon has not lost her sanity, and she knows that the identity of the Son of the Red Dragon can certainly make the hearts of those who don't know the inside jealous or terrified, but the tallest people on the Cone Tower of Grenada have little kindness towards her and her brothers—the Red Dragon's strong bloodline seems to have failed upon them, and they have not inherited the obvious signs of the Dragonborn. With no scales, no tails, no fangs, and their qualifications are as mediocre as their appearances, which is why when Kremar revealed his exceptional talent, they immediately decided to kill him, as well as their brother (though neither Kelmen nor Kelce admitted it) Mitcot, who might have been a pile of ashes if he hadn't dared to provoke the new king.

Although they knew that this did not give them what they hoped for, they just couldn't restrain the fire in their hearts - which is why they couldn't get more support and help, the mentors in the Warlock Tower thought they were too impulsive, childish, and not calm enough, and the question was, could they trust Kremar as they were to be trusted? he had abandoned his homeland, his father, his "mother" Gredi, everything he had as a Grenada, and humans, dwarves, Elves and even gnomes get along with each other as friends and blood relatives, and do disgusting good deeds like Grenada's enemies - look at these beasts, who cares that these playthings are only more valuable than ordinary slaves?

He's literally ...... Desecrate!

But just like the gray robe beside her, those who could shake this outlier didn't seem to care about his actions, Gretdy indulged him, the new king indulged him, Mitkot indulged him, and even the Warlock's Tower indulged him!

"Then do what you are supposed to do," Kelce said viciously, "I think you can get these bugs out in the shortest possible time, don't you?" she asked the two warlocks beside her.

"Ah......" the gray robe said suddenly.

Kelce's heart skipped a slight beat, maybe he had finally changed his mind?

"Be vigilant," said the Grey Robe, "and you may face a very difficult enemy. ”

"The priest?" asked one of the warlocks.

"Maybe. Greyrobe said, and then he fell silent again, and Kelce was tempted to drag his tongue out and grind it in the stone mill, but she endured, and even the Mentor of the Warlock's Tower had guessed to the respectful Dragonthorn Ostar that he might be a lich and not just an ordinary Grey robe, as it seemed.

The Warlock's flames swept through the interior of the palace, curtains, pillows, and curtains burned, wooden chests and doors, soot contaminated the walls and tops, beautiful stones that would not be burned, but discolored and cracked, precious ornaments shattered in the flames, and everywhere they passed felt like a nightmarish catastrophe - they were not too anxious, and if the black-haired Dragonborn were still here, their actions might be stopped, but here were only his slaves- The Dragonborn shalves were either returned or wisely avoided, and they might be willing to serve Cremar, but that doesn't mean that these Dragonborn or Squires would be willing to anger Kelth for some lowly bestials and slaves.

"How strange," said one of the sorcerers, "where do you think they will flee?"

Either underground or sky, his enemies thought, but if they dared to fly into the sky, they might have a longer and more terrible death—but they could also choose to hide outside the courtyard, as they could see, and the palace was connected by a deep ravine.

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"No!" Adel shouted in a suppressed voice, "It's full of monsters!"

"We have only one choice. The winged beast who had been a mercenary also whispered, and because of her age and experience, she had become the leader of the group: "Or let's turn back," she said, "we may die in battle." ”

Hearing this, the smallest beast reached out and grabbed the hem of Adel's coat, and although she didn't say anything, it was clear that she didn't want to fight at all - although they had been trained by the dwarves, they were once only mortals, and they also existed as playthings after being beasts, and they lacked the courage in their hearts, so they could only bow their heads when the leader looked at them.

"Then let me go alone," said the eldest winged beast, "please take them into hiding, perhaps...... The god of fortune will be willing to favor you. ”

"No, it won't. To the disappointment of the beasts, the priest shook his head coldly, and he looked beyond the terrace, which was covered with dense vegetation, and vines and ferns covered the rocky mountain like a wide and thick cloak, but he knew that Cremar had shown him that it was like every place in Grenada, and that there was nothing but darkness and danger, and if these children did not even have the courage to face the enemy, then they would not be able to escape from the teeth and minions of those greedy monsters. He didn't continue to persuade, but took a few steps, and stretched his arm out a foot away from the terrace, as if a call, a small black shadow swooped down - even the beast who was standing close to Adel couldn't react, but only their leader, with her past experience, she guessed his purpose when she saw Adel do this, her Mithril finger flicked out, and the power of magic flowed, and she grabbed it at once.

The thing looked like a small, blue-gray insect, elongated, with no head or tail to be seen, and a link-like body like an earthworm, but as soon as Mithril's fingers placed it on a branch, it burrowed into most of its body.

"It's the same with the human body," Adair said, "it's the most ordinary." (To be continued.) )