readx; No matter how heartbroken the leader of the walled city is, he can't leave with two captives full of hatred and hatred for him, and he may only be able to take with him and the treasures of the years— At the top of the tower, gems, gold coins, wands, scrolls, all the luxuries you can imagine, as well as a lot of magic paraphernalia and spell-casting materials, he picked up a crystal tube and looked at it carefully, with the help of magic, the blood as bright and beautiful as when it was first extracted shimmered with the luster of ruby in the white light of fluorite, as well as hair, bones, flesh, internal organs...... He pondered for a moment whether he should go down to the cell at the bottom of the tower - if he couldn't take all of it, he could take some of it, the orc priests had always been attracted to the internal organs and blood of that creature, and for these things, they could exchange them for gems or poisons, which were important to him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He drew a wand and struck what appeared to be an orc skull for decoration, the skull opened its upper and lower jaws with a gurgling sound, and the mage's hand reached into it, moving one of its molars, and then the room sounded the sound of a slight mechanism gear working, and a small hole was revealed in the stone brick wall, but for the thin mage, he could walk in by bending down, and as soon as he walked in, the hole closed again, and the upper and lower jaws of the orc skull closed tightly, leaving no trace.

There was only a short distance for the mage to walk, but after a few steps, he stood at the edge of a long, narrow cavern, and the cold wind swept up from the bottom, blowing his robe, and the mage noticed that he had not remembered to put on his pants, and he reminded himself that when he was done, he had to change into the clothes he was going to wear, that is, to put on his tights and trousers under the mage's robes, and to change his soft-soled shoes for sturdy lizardskin boots, and cast a small spell to lighten his weight, after which he jumped off the caveThe glimmer of light in his hand forced some of the small creatures climbing on the rock wall to avoid them - they were deliberately released here by the mage, and they were very poisonous by nature, but they were very disgusted by the smell and light of the candle in the mage's hand, because the oil in the candle came from their natural enemies.

The mage felt that the speed of his landing was a little slow, but this was also set by himself, maybe he didn't expect that there would be a day when he would have to run away in such a hurry- He pondered why the Grenadas had appeared in front of his walled city, and from the bottom of his heart he hated the Grenadas, and knew that if they fell into the hands of the Grenadas, they would only lead to a long and painful death, but the problem was that he had always been cautious because of these two things, although his soldiers had always been willing to levy exorbitant taxes on the surrounding towns and villages under the pretext of fighting Grenada, as well as some benefits that they did not deserve, and of course, the merchants who had been branded as collaborators...... However, only the mage and his cronies knew that they had hardly dared to touch anything that belonged to Grenada, and even deliberately avoided those actions that would anger the red dragon, and in recent years, they had also colluded with the merchants of Grenada, who traded them some spell-casting materials and magic paraphernalia that could not be purchased in ordinary magic supply stores, and they were responsible for eliminating the villagers, rangers, and knights who were too upright and stubborn...... up to the consuls, and the lords.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curse loudly at the merchant who sold him the protective formation, but the latter swore that after this formation was activated, even the dragon would hesitate to move forward, he didn't need to be able to resist the dragon, at first he just wanted to guard against those dangerous and hypocritical enemies. Although it was a bit of a surprise for him to say that this formation could wipe out the advantages of the Dragontooth Legion, he should have known that they had such a vulnerable weakness...... After the rock peak cracked, he was most concerned about the rune disks, but he couldn't get them out from under tens of millions of pounds of dirt and rock, and even if their Mithril bases and gem runes weren't damaged by the weight and knocking, their placement would have to be calculated again and again. And now, would the Grenadas be willing to give him the time they counted? Of course not!

And just as he spat out another blasphemous word, his feet fell to the ground, and the leader of the walled city frowned in displeasure at the sound of the crawling of the rope and the sound of the same number of transparent wings and carapace flapping, this convenient passage was located in the center of the tower, and in the middle of the spiraling staircase, many people came and went up and down, but no one noticed that there was another mechanism in the ordinary pillar, which led to the lowest part of the tower, and in the damp and cold prison, the mage recited a spell, and struck the tightly assembled stones with the wand he had brought down, and the stones wriggled uneasily like living creatures, squeezing each other, leaving a gap where the mage can be accommodated.

The mage listened intently, he could hear the mournful shouts coming from above, thinking that it was his men who were following his orders to kill the captives, a smile overflowed on his lips, and he stepped forward, this was the third level of the dungeon, and he waved his fingers to give the only access to the outside world other than his magic - a rudimentary stone cave, which was located on the ground floor of the upper level and the zenith of this level, and the soldiers went up and down by a rope.

The most important goods were held here, a place that far outweighed the "rooms" in terms of cleanliness and spaciousness, but its comfort was only to ensure that the "goods" would not die of disease and torment before they were sold— There is a world of difference in the price between the two, just as the Grand Duke and the king's kitchen manager of the southern kingdoms only allow live seven gills to be sent into their noble kitchens, and the dead can only be fed to the pigs, and the sacrifice that has not been cut out on the altar with a healthy and powerful fresh gut is not a good sacrifice - the mage smiled at his own thoughts, he checked his dimensional bag, which contained several scrolls he had obtained from the necromancer for organ preservation, and he began to estimate what it was **** It's worth some or a little harder.

For a moment, the leader of the walled city was a little unnecessarily worried, if he walked in and found that the two "goods" had been stolen by others, but then he showed a more vivid smile, and there was a part of himself, the two "goods" remained intact as they had been the last time he left - there was almost nothing on them that could be called "clothing", only a little talk was better than nothing, and the mage knew that this was a trick of the guards, and they were not qualified to touch these precious things." Cargo", but it was still okay to tease and taunt them - a steel chain about the thickness of a finger passed through the radius and ulna of the "cargo" and hoisted them, and the thumb of one of them was cut off, and there was no way around it, the man was a skilled warrior and a skilled mage, and if he hadn't had a cub by his side, maybe he would have really escaped their roundup.

When the mage appeared, the male captive looked up, his face was pale, his black hair was disheveled, and he was still shackled on his feet, and there was an iron ball attached to the shackles, so heavy that even three dinosaurs might not be able to move, and he had not eaten food or drunk water for four, or five days, and his lips were cracked, revealing tender blood. If it was a human, he would have been unconscious or dead, but he looked good, at the very least, he could still observe the situation around him, make estimates, and did not give up the luxury of escaping from here.

The leader of the walled city was about to say something uncontrollably, and he had to admit that this creature was really more annoying than the dragon—didn't that tenacious vitality, stubbornness, and pure heart make people want to destroy them at the first sight? But he finally swallowed the extra words back to his throat, he hesitated, stood in front of the younger captive, and sure enough, the old man reacted immediately, and the mage heard a hoarse and confused voice, with pleading and despair, but this was exactly what he wanted to see and hear, and he did not pause for a moment to chant the incantation. And the captive, who was also a spellcaster, could hear at once what it was, and he struggled in rage, chains rattling, blood dripping from his arms to his legs, and then from his hanging feet to the ground.

The child, who had seen all this, and understood what was going to happen to him, suddenly cried out, their language that the mage had not yet fully mastered, but he could barely hear the other party shouting for the elder not to lose the chance to flee again because of herself—as for how she cried out, the mage was not without pity to see that the tip of her tongue was red, even her teeth, and she must have moistened her chapped throat with her own blood.

He had wanted to tell her that none of his dreams could come true, he raised his hands and gestured that the spell would cut open her abdomen and remove the most important organ for a woman, and he heard a whistling sound in his ears, a blow from the old man, who tore his arm with flesh and bones, freed himself from the chains, and then used his stump as a weapon, stabbing it like a sword at the mage's most vulnerable ear.

The next moment, a volley of force struck the captive, throwing him against the wall, and he fell, crouching to the ground, a sticky mud covering his back, like a virtual iron stone, making it impossible to even lift his knees—the mage threw him a contemptuous and mocking look, pinched out a piece of splintering blades, and then, all it took was a syllable......

But he didn't spit out the syllable, and before he could turn his gaze back from the old man, a black shadow like smoke pierced his side, the three-edged dagger used by thieves and assassins was deliberately made longer than a normal dagger, piercing from under the ribs, still able to penetrate the heart, the mage was horrified to find that the spell on the magic robe had not been able to protect itself as it should have been, the dagger drove straight in, although it failed to penetrate the heart as the attacker had hoped, but still severed the veins connecting the heart, the mage roared angrily and silently, raised a hand, and a thin sword roared through the air, slashing half of his palm to the ground.

The Walled Chief's final spell was activated with the loss of his life, a powerful spell that could incinerate the entire room to ashes, but the assassin only gestured and uttered the incantation - as he raised his arm, a dark red robe appeared under the cloak that helped him become invisible, and the Walled Leader's eyes, which were about to close, snapped open, and he remembered that Grenada's legion had a man known as the Dragonthorn, the least numerous, but with an extravagant army in the midst of— Warlocks who disguise their true identities as bards, thieves, and assassins.

The flames vanished before they could take shape, and the assassin turned around, his eyes shining with undeniable greed: "Look," he took a deep breath, "Look, what did I find?"

"What did you find?"

The Assassin jumped to his feet in the literal sense of the word, and he jerked around to find a man in red robes standing in the doorway.

"Hats off," he bowed, "Your Highness." He was a little disappointed, but he was quickly relieved, anyway, even if he was able to bring this precious capture out of the tower, he would have to give it to the highest person in the legion, and perhaps he would still get the most complete reward.

"Two ......," said the otherworldly spirit, "elves?"

"Eya Elf. The Assassin said, but he immediately remembered that His Highness was half of the blood of the Elves of Aya, which made him wary, and he put his hand on the wand pinned to the back of his waist, but the black-haired Dragonborn simply walked past him, and the latter examined the two elves with his eyes, and there was no pity or sadness in his eyes that the Assassin did not want to see, a sight that he was familiar with, in the Warlock's Tower, his Mentor, his colleagues, himself, all looked at the sacrifices and experiments with this calm and steady look.

"Bring them out," said the otherworldly spirit, "you can choose one for your capture." ”

With that, he walked out, and the Assassin turned around with joy, glanced at the young Elf with pity, hesitated for a moment, then walked to the corner, drove away the slime monster, and grabbed the old elf's black hair, he leaned down, but could not stand up, a spiked tail stabbed him in the back of the neck - he fell without a word, and the little devil Asmodeos revealed his body, sucking his blood contentedly.

The otherworldly soul came out again, and the old man's expression was much more complicated than the ecstasy of the young elf, especially after seeing the red robe, he wanted to say something, but the black-haired dragonborn grabbed his face and forced him to open his mouth, and then a large bottle of healing potion poured into his throat. (To be continued.) )