"Maybe for you," the other guard muttered, a disgusted look at Stone.

"I've never seen anything so ugly - uh!"

The dragonman fell, a dagger plunging deep into his chest.

The other three dragonmen were also eliminated in the blink of an eye.

Calamon strangled one of them, Iban punched the other, and Hubble chopped off his head with an axe as he fell.

Robert pierced the heart with a sword and solved the leader. He let go of his sword, expecting the weapon to get stuck in the dragonman's petrified corpse.

But unexpectedly, his new weapon was pulled out of the stone-hard corpse like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Before he could think about the vision, the dwarves of the valley saw the fight, and they threw away the pot in fright, and fled to the corridor with their lives.

"Leave them alone!" roberted at hubble. "Enter the game room, hurry up!"

He stepped over the corpses and slammed the door open.

"If someone finds these bodies, the whole plan will be ruined. Calamon said.

"This plan was doomed from the start!" Ston whispered hatefully.

"Someone betrayed us, and defeat is only a matter of time. ”

"Don't stop!" Robert ordered as he closed the door.

"Turn the volume down. Militta said in a low voice. "Flame Strike usually sleeps soundly, and if she wakes up, don't show her flaws.

She was blind in one eye and couldn't possibly be able to see it. ”

The dim morning light poured through the window into the empty, joyless playroom.

There is no furniture here, only a few worn-out toys on the ground. Calamon ran forward to inspect the door that had been closed with a massive latch.

"I should be able to handle it. He said. Effortlessly, the big man lifted the heavy latch, placed it next to the door, and gently pushed the door. "The outside is not locked. ”

He replied. "I guess they didn't expect us to get here. ”

Or does the King want us here?" Robert thought. He pondered the dragonman's words, wondering how much credibility he had to say?

Did the dragoon and the dragon really leave?, or he hatefully forced himself to calm his troubled thoughts.

It didn't matter, he told himself that there was no way back but to move forward.

"Hubble, stay here," he said. "As soon as anyone approaches, they will first warn us, and then immediately take action. ”

Hubble nodded, took a vantage point behind the door, and opened a small crack in the door to look out, where the dragonman's corpses on the floor were reduced to ashes.

Militta removes the torch from the wall, lights it up, and leads the group through a dark walkway that leads to the dragon's lair.

"Aven, your hat!" Wade asked riskily.

It's just that it's too late, and the old mage reaches out and grabs it, but he doesn't catch it!

"It's so fine!" Meng Minna yelled angrily, pointing to the balcony. "Catch them, Blaze! I want to live!"

The dragon recited it to himself. No! Absolutely not!

Patrick remembered the strange noises he had heard last night, and he must have heard all the news about the Emerald Man!

Only a few people know this secret, this terrible secret that can help conquer the world after darkness. These spies must die, so that secrets can rest with them.

Paith spread his wings and flew upwards, accelerating with his powerful hind legs.

It's over! Wade thought to himself: we screwed up, we can't escape this time.

Just as he felt sorry for himself that he was about to be roasted by the dragon, he heard the mage chant a spell, and the darkness ensued, and the Khandman fell.

"Run!" Evan gasped, pulling the Kanders up.

"Seston—"

"I've got it!

Wade ran desperately, and they ran out the door, into the gallery where he had first entered, and then he could no longer figure out where he was going, and could only keep moving with the old man.

He clearly heard the sound of the dragon flying out of its lair behind him, and he also heard the dragon's words.

"You're a mage, spy!" roared Pai. "I can't let you run around in the dark, you might get lost.

Let me light a fire for you!"

Wade heard the beast take a big breath, and in an instant it was as if it was surrounded by flames.

The darkness dissipated in the scorching light, but Wade was surprised to find that he didn't even have a single burn on his body.

He looked up at Aven, who was running desperately without a hat. They were still in the gallery, about to rush through the two doors.

The Khanders turned back to them, followed by the red dragon, who was more hideous than any other monster, and inferior to Shaksharos's.

The red dragon spat out flames at them again, and Wade found himself engulfed in flames once more.

The murals on the walls began to burn, the furniture began to smoke, the curtains rolled up like pillars of fire, and the room was filled with thick black smoke. But these hellish sights didn't bother Seston and Evan in the slightest.

Tessokov looked at the mage in admiration, this time he was really impressed.

"How long can you hold on?" he ran around the corner with Aven, and the bronze door was in front of him.

The old man's eyes widened. "I don't know!" he said in surprise, "I didn't think I could do it!"

Another flame erupted around them. This time, he felt a burning sensation visibly, and he looked at Aven with alarm.

The mage nodded, "I can't hold it anymore!" he shouted.

"Hold on a little longer. Wade gasped. "We're almost at that door!

He couldn't squeeze through. The three of them pushed open the steel door, just as Aiwen's spell was also invalid at this moment.

In front of me was the secret door that led to the machine room. Wade slammed the steel door shut and stopped to catch his breath.

Just as he was about to say, "We escaped," the dragon's claws pierced through the stone wall and protruded right over his head!

Seston screamed and fled to the stairs.

"No!" Wade grabbed him. "You're going to run to Mammina's room!"

"Get back to the room!" yelled. The three of them flew through the narrow passageway, and the stone wall behind them had completely collapsed. But they didn't have time to close the door.

"Obviously, I'm going to have to study dragons again," Wade muttered.

"I don't know if there's a book on that—" "I've driven you rats into the hole." Pais's voice thundered outside.

"You have no way to escape, such a stone wall cannot stop me. ”

There was a terrible grinding sound outside, and cracks began to appear in the walls of the chamber.

"You did a good job just now!" Wade said regretfully, "That spell is really good, even if it is eaten by the dragon, it is worth it." ”

"Eat?!" Evan seemed to suddenly come to his senses. No one has ever dared to underestimate me like this.

There must be a way out!" His eyes began to light up, "Climb off the chain!"

"Chains?" Wade repeated, thinking he must have misheard. It must have been the roar of the dragon and the cracking of the walls that made him misunderstand the mage.

"We're going to climb down the chains! hurry!" the old mage said excitedly as he ran toward the chains.

Seston looked at Wade suspiciously, but the dragon's claws pierced through the stone wall again, and the two immediately followed the mage towards the chain without looking back.

By the time they reached the giant gear, Evan had climbed onto the gear from the chain in the hallway.

He swept his robe behind his ass and jumped from the gear to the chain below.

The Kanders and the Dwarves of the Valley followed him and climbed onto the chains. Wade finally felt that he had a chance to survive this time. Of course, the premise is that the dark elves at the bottom have to run to sleep.

At this moment, Paias suddenly rushed into the passage where the chains were suspended, mixed with smoke and dust.

The nearby passage began to crumble, and the ceiling slammed to the ground with a heavy muffled thud. The walls shook, and the chains began to shake.

The red dragon floated above them, staring at them with blood-red eyes without saying a word. He took a deep breath, draining almost all the air around him.

Wade subconsciously closed his eyes, and then tried to open them wide.

He'd never seen a dragon breath fire before, and of course, he didn't want to miss that only opportunity.

Flames erupted from the inside of the dragon's muzzle and nose, and its heat alone nearly caused the Kanders to fall off their chains.

But again, the flames still couldn't get close to them, and Evan smirked.

"Very well, old fellow," said the red dragon angrily. "But I'm also a mage, and I can clearly feel that you're getting weaker.

I hope your little cleverness can find some comfort for you in the process of falling!"

The flames erupted again, but this time instead of spraying at them, they shot straight at the massive chains.

The chains turned red in an instant. Paigs vomited again, and the chains began to turn white-hot, and the third dragon flame completely melted the chains.

The massive chain shook and fell silently downward.

As he watched the chains fall, and was satisfied that the chains were unlikely to survive, Paith immediately returned to the dragon's lair, while the Makhin was calling out to him.

In the darkness behind the red dragon, the huge gears that had been locked in chains for centuries made a muffled sound and began to spin slowly.

Wade grabbed Tie Lian in vain and rolled in mid-air, thinking: This is what it is like to wait for death.

This feeling is very special, but it's a pity that he can't experience it more.

...... Suddenly, Evan raised his voice, "Psaf-" and the spell was interrupted by a scream. The old mage slammed into the ground with a creepy bone-shattering sound.

Although Tai Soo knew that he was next, he still felt sorry for him. The ground is getting closer. In a few seconds, he will also turn into a dead corpse

The torch in Militta's hand illuminated the empty room, which had no windows or furniture, and in the huge stone chamber there was only a large basin of water, a bucket filled with food that smelled of rotting flesh, and a dragon.

Robert held his breath - he had thought Shariva's was big enough.

But the red dragon in front of him can be regarded as a real behemoth. Her living room was very large, with a radius of at least a hundred feet.

The dragon took up most of the space, her tail just touching the farthest wall.

The group was stunned for a moment, their minds filled with the terrible appearance of the giant beast spewing flames to attack them, and they remembered the night when Willow was completely destroyed.

Militta didn't look worried at all. She walked calmly forward, and the group hesitated for a moment before following.

It wasn't until they got closer to the dragon that they realized that Militta was right, and that the flower's physical condition was truly sympathetic.

The head lying on the floor was full of traces of time, and the once shiny red skin was now gray and speckled.

She snored loudly, her sharp teeth now yellowed and shattered. Her body was covered in scars, and her wings appeared to be withered and shriveled.

Robert finally understood what Militta was thinking. Apparently, the dragon was indeed under house arrest, and he found himself sympathetic to her and let his guard down.

It wasn't until he saw the dragon awakened by the light of the fire that he suddenly realized that this sympathy was dangerous.

The dragon's claws were still sharp, and her flames were just as deadly as the other red dragons, Robert said to himself.

The dragon opened its eyes, which looked like a thin slit glowing red in the firelight.

The group suddenly stopped, their hands on their weapons.

"Militta, is it breakfast time so soon?" Marco Polo (Flame Strike is her name in front of humans.) Said in a sleepy tone.

"Yes, we were a little bit early today. Militta said without hesitation.

"Because the storm is coming, I want to take the kids to stretch before the storm comes. Sleep with confidence!

I'll tell them not to wake you up. “

"I don't mind. The dragon yawned and opened its eyes a little more.

Robert could finally see clearly that one of the eyes was covered with a white membrane;

"I wish we didn't have to fight her, Robert. Stone said in a low voice. "It's like fighting with a grandmother. ”

Robert forced himself to keep a straight face. "This grandmother is going to die! Don't forget that, Stone. ”

"The little ones slept very well last night. The dragon muttered, apparently dozing off again.

"Be careful not to let them get wet, Militta, especially little Eric.

He just caught a cold last week. She closed her eyes.

Militta turned, signaling the group to move quickly, putting her fingers on her lips at the same time.

Stone and Robert were at the end, their weapons obscured by their wide cloaks. When Robert was about thirty feet away from the dragon, a strange noise suddenly sounded.

At first, he thought it was a hallucination, but he was so nervous that he heard a strange buzzing sound in his head.

But the voice grew louder and louder, until Stone looked back at him with an alarmed look.

The buzzing was getting louder and louder, and it sounded like there were thousands of locusts flying. Everyone else heard it, and everyone started looking back at him!

Robert looked innocently at his friends, a somewhat comically confused expression on his face.

The dragon shifted its position and rolled over uneasily.

She shook her head vigorously, and the sound seemed to make her uncomfortable.