"Sleep," the black-haired Dragonborn whispered, "Sleep Peace?"

All the Grenadas looked at the mage who was no more than thirty feet away from them, a distance that could have been shortened to the point of attacking with a sword with a slight leap, but the knights only raised their arms, and the crossbow arrows that had been replenished in the magically created shelter roared like a torrential rain, and before that, the mage twisted the ring, and he and his wife disappeared together, the deadly bolts piercing only through the long tables and chairs, and under the rich velvet and linen were long decaying wood, and the crossbow arrows were so dense and powerful that they shook slightly a few times, and then with a bang, they broke in half from the break。 Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The knights leaped from behind the long table, and instead of fleeing, the servants frantically met the Grenada's short spears and arrows, which had no weapons but fangs and claws.

"It's zombies!" said one of the warlocks in disgust.

Although the action is relatively fast, the zombies who have always lacked intelligence and judgment cannot form a close match with the knights, and Grenarda is mostly gray-robed, and the dragontooth knights are familiar with this monster, know where their weaknesses are, and they can deal with these things in a short time even without the support of the warlocks - but the despicable master didn't seem to intend to give them much time, and they first heard the slight sound of the gears spinning and biting, Then the floor beneath his feet began to shake—the stone bricks, about six feet long and two feet wide, began to shrink toward the walls—and from the center of the hall appeared an irregular cavern with wide jagged edges, and the cavern grew in size, when the bright hall suddenly sank in an instant into the infinite darkness. The Warlocks of Grenada were about to cast a spell, only to find that the light in the center of the darkness was growing larger, and the otherworldly spirits looked down into the cavern, where the water rippled, but there could be no water in it, at least not its landlord.

The sound of the gear gurgled incessantly, "Danos." After listening for a moment, the black-haired Dragonborn commanded, and Danos followed his gaze, and could see tiny flashes of metal—beneath the surface, in the middle of the cavern.

He almost hesitated, but immediately threw his dagger, the steel dagger stabbed into the wall with a thud, the thief tossed it casually, and a tough steel wire suddenly wrapped around the dagger's handshake, he clenched the small ball at the end of the steel wire, and with a light tiptoe, flew from the edge of the still shrinking stone brick to the other end, and in his dominant hand, holding a short spear, he could say that he had never paid more attention to his whole body- The flash of metal was gone, like a mischievous child who only showed his face and hid himself again, but since Danos had once belonged to the dragon's thorn, it meant that he could not remember that spot in the darkness, and the thief had hit it exactly - a strange feeling, not like a stab into metal or stone, but like a creature with a solid thick skin, he contracted his abdomen without thinking, raised his legs, and then heard only a click, and his sharp teeth closed under his hips.

The water splashed violently, and the sporadic refraction and the foul smell of the wind made the thief aware of the attacker's arrival—seven or more tentacles curved above him, like a cage, and he was the bird that was about to be covered by the cage, and he had only legs and one hand, and the thief bent his fingers, and the steel wire creaked and creaked with him, and his body suddenly thinned between breaths, as if only skin and bones were left, through the only possible gap- The tentacles immediately reflexively chased after him, and the acting leader of the dragon thorn bent in the air, and as the tentacles rolled up to catch him, with the help of a heavy stomp on the enemy, the thief leaped high, and the short sword slashed over the three parallel tentacles that tried to block the way, but by this time, the fourth tentacle had already slapped through his ear, a blow enough to kill, if it weren't for Dano's quick reflexes - even so, his brain still roared.

He saw his leader, the black-haired Dragonborn, and now Danos sincerely hoped that he was as powerful as they said he was, and that he had the mercy that the Grenadians sneered at.

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When Danos wakes up again (thank you for the bottomless abyss that has been cursed a million times!) He was still able to wake up), and he found that he might not have been in a coma for a long time, because they were still in the hall, but the cave was divided into three parts, because of his destruction, the mechanism of the hall stopped, but at that time, the stone slabs had almost all been indented into the wall, and only a dozen or so pieces were left outside the wall like dogs' teeth, and they stood on top of the stone slabs, and they were placed on three stone slabs, a black hamster, and the little devil of His Highness Cremar stood on his chest, and he wanted to stand up, but found that he was tied to the stone slab with a silver string。

The acting leader of the dragon thorn sighed, he could be considered to admit that he did have a benevolent leader, but the string, and the little devil on the other end of the string, only made him shudder.

"Are you awake?" the otherworldly soul glanced at him, "Can you stand up?"

Danos nodded, only then did he realize that he still wanted to vomit a little, according to the people in the Warlock Tower, it was because of the impact on the brain, he just wanted to search his dimensional bag, and the little devil who flapped his wings brought a small bottle of potion, it was really small, maybe not as thick as a little finger, Danos opened it and drank it, the effect of the potion was very good and violent, and it also had the sweetness of snow honey, and his exhaustion and trance suddenly disappeared without a trace- It seems that the rumors of His Highness Cremar's close relationship with the elves should be true.

The Otherworldly Soul only probed a little and found the hidden door, but in a mage's tower, neither the door nor the passage may lead you to where you want to go, but it is very likely that it will directly or indirectly lead you to Kranvo.

"What do you want?" said Danos suddenly.

One of the warlocks standing across from them suddenly stopped, but he immediately made a menacing gesture, "I think you may need a companion to keep watch outside. ”

"Alert whom?" said Danos, with a sarcastic smile, "the Grand Duke's army?"

The warlock stopped talking, he pursed his lips, but he could tell that he was in a semi-distracted state, ready to cast a spell, "Maybe you don't know," he said, "it's a lich!"

Danos raised an eyebrow.

"Probably two," said the warlock, "I know that there are often lichs who transform their loved ones into lichs so that they can stay with her." ”

"So what?" said Danos, "you should know that even if you return alive, you will only die, and a despicable and painful death." ”

"I don't have to go back. The Warlock boldly said that he had retrieved the contract he had given to his mentor ten years ago, and that Grenada had nothing to elbow him. In his eyes, none of these people can escape the killing and capture of the lich, and the soul that has become the lich's food cannot even go to the mourning wasteland, or return to Gredi's command, no one will accuse him, and the red dragon will hope that they will never appear again, and by the time the red dragon finally realizes that there is one of them that has slipped through the net, he will hide himself long ago- He could find a small city that could not be worshipped and enjoyed as the royal capital of Grenada, but it was better than being captured in a soul gem and used as a dessert or a currency.

"So there are such fools among us. Danos muttered.

"If he wants to leave," it was Cremar who spoke this time, "just let him go." With a flick of his finger on the wall, a curving staircase leading to the unfathomable appeared before them: "What about you?"

"Following you is the only option we can make. Standing beside the warlock were another warlock and a knight, who proved their will by their actions, and though the gap between the stone slabs was wide and narrow, they quickly returned to Cremar.

The warlock hesitated for a moment, but turned away, and a spell opened the closed door of the main castle, and instead of lowering the iron ladder, he jumped down and fled without looking back.

The faint light in the main castle soon faded away, but the sound of chatter in his ears never stopped, and the warlock soon regretted it, perhaps following His Highness Kremar was not a bad idea—although they both knew that the mission was most likely a trap for His Highness, and that they would be almost unable to escape their mortal fate once they were chosen. Even if His Highness died in the machinations of his kind, his followers would not escape punishment, he was no longer just a warlock with mixed blood, he was the leader of the Dragon's Teeth, the darling of Gredi, the son of the new king, they could not do nothing as they did last time.

But now it's too late to go back, and it is no longer possible for His Highness and his companions to believe in themselves, of course, maybe not at the beginning, but at least they won't see themselves as a traitor before, and he won't know better than others how the Grenada treats traitors, most of the experimental materials and spellcasting materials in the Warlock Tower are taken from slaves, but there are also many from losers and rebels.

Cursing his indecisive self, the warlock tore open a scroll and unleashed a flying spell on himself, and he flew over the inner walls surrounding the main castle, but in front of the outer walls, he cast a spell to eliminate the previous spell, as he did not know if it would be affected by the frenzied magic zone.

He threw a handful of gravel to the last corridor, there was no movement in the corridor except for the sound of falling stones, the warlock stroked the runes on his body, and quickly rushed out, this corridor is not long, only a dozen steps, he can come to the outside of this ruined fortress, the black forest and saline land after that may cause him a lot of trouble, but as long as he returns to the territory of the Grand Duke, he will really become a small fish swimming into the sea.

He was even planning to threaten or control the Grand Duke by taking gold and gems from his inner treasury, which would help him in his cache - gold could indeed do many things that swords and magic could not.

A huge stone suddenly appeared above the warlock's head, it was a magic trap, it would only activate after the preset conditions were met - the runes on the warlock's body suddenly lit up, forming a protective barrier around him, the barrier was dark and bright under the weight, the warlock panicked, he tried to crawl out, but what made him desperate was that the stone actually grew in size, and it grew so large that it filled the entire corridor- When a spell fails, he is assimilated by the stone like a fool who casts a spell to cross a wall and fails.

He shouted loudly, but no one could hear him.

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"This is the royal capital of the Normans in the Highlands. Gersh said, "It doesn't look like much. ”

"When the pot is full of meat," said Rika, "why should you care what the pot looks like?" ”

Of course, the Norman kings of the highlands were not defenseless, but unfortunately, only the defense was defenseless, the orcs invaded all the way, the warlocks and priests annihilated all their life in their prayers and chanting, village after village, city after city, no one could escape the pursuit and sniffing of those monsters, when the Norman people of the Highlands finally heard the bad news, the hairy banner of the orcs had fluttered less than a hundred miles away from them.

"Where's Dylan!," cried Queen Diane, as she took her children back to the loyal knights. The hateful little people, how tolerant she and Dylan were to them, not even caring about their allegiance to King John or the old king, and what they had returned to Diane and Dylan was shameless betrayal and abandonment, they all fled, and now only the people of the royal capital were fighting against the orcs—let them go, Diane thought, and it was a rare honor that they would inevitably die.

But she did not want to share the glory with her son, and instead of fleeing, they sought out a loyal man who could fight against the orcs—the woman, who had been immersed in intrigue and pleasure, staggered through the corridors, with only two or three faithful maids by her side, and as she went, she gasped in pain: "Call the priest." She said that the pastor was able to help her get rid of her addiction, and now she didn't have time to take the pill and feel the feeling of happiness stronger than any shock.

"The priest won't come. The maid said.

Diane looked at him in surprise, and the female mage who had watched Dylan for her smiled, "A dead man doesn't need to be relieved of his addiction. ”

Diane lowered her head, and like Dylan, the sharp dagger stabbed into her abdomen, and the sharp pain swept through her body, but her body had been paralyzed by the drug, and she could barely feel the pain, just cold.

"Fouquet. She finally said.