In fact, only one of the dragons really cared about his master. That's Ella's dragon, Blueeye.

Even now, Blue Eyes sits in a position and is on par with the master.

But with a more obvious hatred, he looked at Eriakas.

The gong sounded. A neatly formed formation of soldiers poured into the main hall, each dressed in the red armor of the Eriakas troops. Hundreds of pairs of boots and claws trampled the ground.

A salute of humans and dragonmen, proudly marched to the bottom of the throne of Ereakas.

No officer walked up the stairs, no personal guards stood in front of the master.

Then the man came out through the door behind the throne. He walked alone, dressed in purple, noble robes, his dark armor glittering under the torches.

On his head was a crown embellished with gemstones as bright red as blood.

"The crown of power," Ella murmured, and Robert now saw emotion in her eyes: an urgent longing, a strong longing that he had not seen in the human eye before.

"Whoever wears this crown will reign over the world. A voice behind her said. That's what the book says. ”

That's Sir South. Robert's muscles stiffened all over his body, trying not to tremble, and the presence of this guy made him feel like he had a cold skeletal hand on his neck.

The troops of Ereakas cheered him loudly, spears pounding against the floor, swords and shields slamming into each other.

Ella yelled impatiently. Finally, Eriakas finally reached out and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

He turned and knelt reverently in front of the shadowy fireplace above him.

Then, with a wave of his gloved hand, the leader of the dragoons gestured to Arabi in a gesture full of superiority.

Robert saw a strong root in her face that he could barely recognize her.

"Yes, sir," Ella whispered, her eyes glinting.

"'Whoever wears this crown will reign over the world. So is it written...... Written in blood!" she said, half-turning her head to Sir South. "Bring the elven woman here. ”

Sir Souths bowed, and like a gray mist drifted across the massive room, flickering skeletal soldiers following him.

The dragons trampled each other in amazement, trying not to stand in his way. Robert grabbed Ella's arm.

"You promised!" he said depressedly.

Ella looked at him coldly, easily breaking free of the half-elf's powerful hand.

But her brown eyes still stared straight at him, sucking every bit of life force out of his body until he looked like a dry shell.

"Listen to me, half-elf," Ella's voice was cold and high-pitched. "There's only one thing I want, the crown of power that Eriakas wears.

That's why I captured Lorana, that's what she's worth to me. I will deliver this elf to the Dark Queen's Seat as promised.

After darkness will reward me, of course, the crown of power.

She would order the elf to be sent to the execution chamber beneath the temple. I don't care what happens to her after that, so I'll give her to you.

I'll make a gesture and you'll move forward.

I'll let you go after the darkness. Ask her to give you a reward for escorting the elf to the death penalty.

If she looks down on you, she'll let you do it. Then you can take the elf to the gates, or anywhere, and from there you can set her free.

But I want you to assure you, half-elf Robert, that you will come back to me. ”

"I promise," Robert's eyes looked at Ella unwaveringly.

Ella smiled. Her expression relaxed, and suddenly it became so beautiful again, that Robert began to wonder if he had seen that cruel face at all.

She put her hand on Robert's face and stroked his beard gently.

"I have your assurance.

It may not be a big deal to others, but I know you'll keep your promise!

One last warning, Robert," she whispered, "you must convince the Darkness that you are her faithful servant."

Her strength is unimaginable, Robert!

Remember, she is a goddess, she can see through your soul and see through your heart.

You must let her, without doubting your loyalty. As long as one action and one sentence is revealed, she will destroy you.

There's nothing I can do about it. If you die, the same fate will befall your Lorana Serasa!"

"I understand," Robert felt his body shiver involuntarily under the cold armor.

The deafening sound of a trumpet.

"Here, it's our signal," Ella said. Wear gloves and a helmet.

"Robert, go ahead and lead my troops. I'll be the last to go in. ”

Ella, dressed in shining dark blue dragon scales, stood proudly to the side, while Robert led the troops through the ornate arches to the main hall.

As soon as they saw the blue flag, the crowd immediately began to clamor. Blueeye watched with the other dragons, and couldn't help but bow his head proudly.

Robert, perceiving that thousands of eyes were watching him, firmly kept everything out of his mind, leaving only what had to be done.

His eyes remained fixed on his destination: the platform beside Ireakas, the throne adorned with blue flags.

He could hear Ella's salute behind him, proudly moving forward.

Robert walked to the platform and, as he had agreed beforehand, stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

The crowd fell silent, and when the last dragonman entered the main hall, the noise of whispered conversation overshadowed everything.

The crowd folded their feet, eager to see Ella's demeanor.

Ella waited in the room, whetting the appetite of the crowd. She saw something out of the corner of her eye.

She turned her head to see Sir South's entry into the room, his men carrying a body in a white cloth bag.

The living eyes, and the hollow eyes of the Necro Knight, were revealed—an attitude of complete agreement and understanding.

Sir Souths bowed his head.

Ella smiled, and then she turned back and walked into the main hall to receive numerous applause.

Calamon lay on the cold floor, desperately trying to stay awake.

The pain has begun to subside gradually.

The blow that knocked him to the ground didn't really hit the target, it knocked his helmet off and stunned him, but it didn't really make him faint.

He really wanted to pass out like this, because he really didn't know what to do.

Why wasn't Robert here? he thought helplessly, cursing his sluggish head.

The half-elf must have come up with a plan, he must have known what to do. I couldn't have taken on such a heavy responsibility!

Calamon cursed incessantly, and then, "Don't feel sorry for yourself, you cow, they're counting on you," a voice in his head said.

Calamon blinked, trying to resist the urge to smile. The voice was so similar to Hubble that he could almost swear that the old dwarf was standing beside him!

He's right, everyone else is counting on him. He had to do his best, and that was the only thing he could do.

Calamon opened his eyes slightly, half-squinting and looking around.

A dragonman stood right in front of him, with his back to the warrior who should have passed out.

Calamon couldn't see Belclery, or the dragonman named Gahan, without turning his head, and he didn't dare to move around for fear of attracting attention.

He can get rid of this guard, he knows.

Maybe the second one can be solved before it can be solved by the other two.

He probably won't be able to escape alive, but this will allow Wade and Lena to escape alive with Bercleral.

Calamon tensed his muscles and was about to pounce on the guard in front of him, when a scream of pain shattered the silence of the dungeon.

Becleral's screams, with a terrible rage, made Calamon look up, completely forgetting that he was still unconscious.

Then he froze, watching in amazement as Belclery rushed forward, grabbed Gahan, and lifted him off the ground.

The Eternal Man grabbed the struggling dragonman in his hands and slammed him against the wall with all his strength.

The dragonman's head was split in half, like a good dragon's egg cracking open on an altar.

Berclery roared wildly, grabbing the dragonman and slamming it against the wall again and again, until at last Gahan was reduced to a pool of green, shapeless flesh.

For a moment no one reacted. Wade and Lena hugged each other, frightened by the horror of the sight before them.

Calamon struggled to piece things together with his painful head, and at this time, even the dragonman in front of him could only stare blankly at the tragic state of the leader, not knowing what to do.

Berclere then threw Gahan's body to the ground.

He turned around and looked at the group, without any expression on his face. Calamon shuddered and realized that he had gone completely insane.

Belclery's eyes were wide open, and they were filled with a crazy look, and saliva kept dripping from his mouth.

His arms were stained with green millet sap. Finally, Berclere finally realizes that the person who captured him is dead and seems to have come to his senses.

He looked around and saw Calamon lying on the ground half-looking up and glaring at him.

"She's calling me!" said Bercleral hoarsely.

He turned and ran down the hallway to the north, pushing aside the dragonmen who were trying to stop him.

Beclaire didn't even care, there was something in front of him, and slammed into the hidden iron door, almost causing it to fall.

As he passed, the door was still shaking back and forth from the impact.

Is this the power of the Eternals? Calamon watched in disbelief at what was happening before him.

Originally, he thought that Berclere was a weak scholar who was helpless.

Who knew he was completely wrong, this guy was so dangerous that he didn't have any idea of wanting to get closer.

"That's fine, I can take this opportunity to escape. Calamon thought to himself.