"You're right," Scarlet Moon said softly, "I'm not a warrior, I can only heal people's wounds.

I don't have the power to lead the world against evil and restore balance to the world, and it's my duty to find someone who has the wisdom and the ability to take on the task—and hand him the platinum plate. ”

The partners were silent for a long time. And then......

"We've got to leave, Robert," Rodrith whispered from the corner to the south, his eyes looking out the door. "Listen. ”

Trumpets, everyone can hear the screeching sound of many, many trumpets.

"The army is out," Robert whispered, "and the war has begun." ”

The group escaped from the lair of the lone dragon in the dawn. They fled to the west, towards the mountains.

The biting cold wind of early winter blows in front of you. The dry leaves were blown around by the bitter cold wind.

They decided to return to Verlo to procure supplies and inquire about any news related to it, hoping to guess where to find the leader. Robert can foresee a lot of contention over this discussion.

Stone had already begun to discuss the situation with Sorenia, Scarlet Moon speculated that the person might be in Haven, and Robert himself felt that the Platinum Disc was safest in the Elven Kingdom.

Discussing unformed plans, they didn't notice that night had fallen. They didn't see any drakes along the way, so it was assumed that the dragonmen who escaped from the lair of the lair of the Lonely Earth Dragons had rushed north to join the army of the Great King of Myanmina.

The silver moon rises, followed by the red moon. The group kept climbing up, and the sound of the horn made them rush away exhausted.

Eventually, they set up camp on the mountainside. After a tasteless dinner, they did not dare to light a campfire. After setting up the sentry, everyone fell asleep.

Rodrith suddenly woke up when it was gray. He seemed to hear something. Was he dreaming? No, the voice came again—the sound of someone sobbing. Crimson Moon again, the mage thought angrily, and began to lie down and prepare to go back to sleep.

Suddenly he saw Plop, curled up pitifully in a ball, and secretly wept in the blanket.

Rodrith looked around. Everyone was asleep, except for Hubble to keep vigil on the other side of the camp. The dwarf apparently did not hear anything, nor did he pay attention to the direction of Rodlis.

The mage stood up and walked over lightly. Half-kneeling beside the dwarf of the valley, he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"What's going on, little one?"

Plop turned to face him. Her eyes were bloodshot and her nose was red. Tears hung on the dirty little face.

She sniffed hard and wiped her snot away with her hands. "I don't want to leave you. I want to go with you," she said intermittently, "but—oh—I miss my friend so much!" she covered her face with her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.

Rodlis's expression became extremely gentle, an expression that no one had ever seen in his world, and he reached out and stroked his tangled hair, fully able to understand this feeling of powerlessness and fear, which could only be exchanged for ridicule and sympathy.

"Pounce," he said, "you're a really good friend to me." You saved my life and those who cared for me. Now do me one last favor, little one, and go home.

The rest of my journey is going to be so hard and long that I can't ask you to come with me. ”

Puff raised his head, his eyes lit up. But then a shadow of sorrow fell on her face. "But you'll be unhappy without me. ”

"No, it won't. "My joy is to know that you're safely back with your family." ”

"Are you sure?" asked Puff eagerly.

"I'm sure. Rodrith replied.

"Then I'll go back. "Plop to your feet. "But I'm going to give you a gift first. She began to rummage through her bag.

"No, little one," Rodrith was about to say no, the dead lizard from last time in his mind, "there's no need—" The words got stuck in his throat when he saw what Pounce had taken out of his bag—a book!

He watched in amazement, witnessing the faint light of dawn shining on the book with a dark blue cover and silver lettering. Rodrith held out a trembling hand. "Festan Dantilus's spell book!"

"You like it!" said Puff shyly.

"Yes, little one!" said Rodris, taking the precious gift and caressing its cover lovingly. "Where are you—"

"From the dragon," said Puff, "when the blue light comes up." I'm glad you liked this gift.

Now, I'll go back. Find the great Flutter Bodge I. She put her bag on, and then she stopped and turned around.

"Your cough - are you sure you don't want a lizard to cure it?"

"No, thank you, little one. Rodrith said, standing up.

Puff looked at him sadly, and then—very boldly—she took his hand and kissed him quickly. She turned, lowered her head, and wept bitterly.

Rodrith silently took a few steps forward and put his hand on her head. If I have any power, O God, he said to himself, untapped power, let it protect this little creature for the rest of his life.

"Goodbye, pounce. He said softly.

She looked at him with wide eyes of adoration, then turned and ran away as fast as the ill-fitting shoes allowed. "How?" said Hubble, coming from the other side of the camp. "Oh!" he saw the plop run away. "So you've finally chased your pet Vale Dwarves away. ”

Rodrith didn't answer, but looked at the dwarf with great hatred, and the dwarf shuddered and hurried back to the other end of the camp.

The mage took the Wizard's embrace in his hand and admired it. He longed to open it. Unearth the endless treasures within. But he knew it would take a lot of time to study and understand these new spells, let alone use them, but they could bring more power!

He sighed contentedly as he clutched the new spell book. Then he quickly put it in his backpack and put it with the old spell book.

The others will soon wake up and let them guess how I got the book.

Rodrith stood up and looked to the west, his homeland, and the sky had begun to be lit up by the morning sun. Suddenly, he felt stiff. He dropped his backpack and ran across the camp to kneel beside Robert.

"Robert!" called Rodrith. "Get up!"

Robert woke up, clutching the dagger in one hand. "What-"

Rodrith pointed to the West.

Robert blinked, trying to get a good eye out of what was in front of him. The scenery that can be seen from the halfway point of the mountain is magnificent. It can be seen as towering trees gradually connect to the savannah. Behind the steppe, winding towards the sky is—

"No!" Robert coughed. He grabbed the mage. "No, it can't be!"

"Yes," Rodrith whispered. Willow burned. ”

Lena took the rag out of the bucket and watched as the water turned black. She pulled the bucket up from the ground and brought the water she needed. Then she thought, why do you have to go to such trouble?

Picking up the rag, she began to wipe the bar again. Thinking that Otick hadn't noticed her, she secretly wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.

But Otik noticed. His fat hand grabbed Lina's shoulders and gently turned her around. Lena choked and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Lena sobbed, "I just can't wipe it clean!"

Otick knew that this would certainly not be the real reason for the girl to shed tears, but it was close. He patted her on the back gently. "I know, I know, son, don't cry. I understand. ”

"It's all damn ashes!" Lena cried. "It covers everything and I wipe it clean every day and the next day. It's been burning, burning, burning!"

"Lena, don't worry. Otick stroked her hair and said, "It's time to be content, our shop is in good ......."

"Contentment!" said Lina, blushing, pushing him away. "No! I want this to burn to ashes like the rest of Willow, and they won't come here! I want this to burn to ashes too—I want this place to burn to ashes too!"

Lena lay on the table and burst into tears. Otick put his arm around her.

"I know, dear, I know. He repeated, smoothing the sleeves of the blouse that Lena had been so proud of, and Lena had always been proud of the whiteness of the dress.

It is now covered with a thin layer of ash, like this dilapidated town.

The attack on Vero came without warning. Although refugees from the north began to pour into the town, telling terrifying stories of giant monsters with wings.

But Hendrick assures the townspeople that they are safe and that the town will be safe. Everyone believed in Him because they needed an object of sustenance.

Then, the night of the dragon crept in.

The inn was packed that day, as it was one of the few places where people could forget about the ominous storm in the northern skyline. The fire is vigorous, the ale wine is mellow, and the spicy potatoes are even more delicious.

But even in such a place, the invasion of horror legends is not avoided, and rumors of war are nervously discussed.

Hendrick's words calmed these restless minds.

"We are not like those stupid fellows of the North who dare to resist the might of the dragoons," he cried out from a chair. "King Mammina personally assured the Seeker Council of Haven that all he wanted was peace.

He asks us to agree to let his army pass through our towns in order to conquer the Elven kingdoms of the South!

Hendrick paused to accept sparse applause and applause.

"We've put up with these elves for too long. I say, let this Fernana drive them back to Sivanos, to their homeland!, in fact," said Handrick, began to agitate the crowd, "you young men should also consider joining the king's command."

What a man he is! I have met him! He is a true pastor! I have seen the miracles that have been created by his hands! We will enter a new era under his leadership!

We will drive the dwarves, elves, and all the other aliens out of our homes......"

There was a low rumbling sound outside, like the sound of a river flowing into the sea. The group suddenly fell silent and listened in confusion, trying to figure out the source of the sound. Hendrick was shocked to find that he had lost the attention of the crowd, and looked around in displeasure.

The rumble is getting louder and closer. Suddenly, the whole hotel fell into darkness where you couldn't see your fingers. A few screamed, and most scrambled to the window, trying to see what was going on outside.

"Go down and see what's going on," someone said.

"It's so dark, I can't even see the stairs," the other muttered.

Then the darkness vanished.

Flames burst outside the inn. A wave of heat hit the hotel, shattering the glass and scattering the shards all over the customers inside.

The old tree on the candela, which could be shaken by no storm, began to shake slowly because of the explosion.

The inn tilted. The table began to slide, and the stool hit the wall. Hendrick loses his balance and falls out of his chair. Sparks splashed out of the fireplace and burned along with the oil lamps on the ceiling and the candles on the table.

A shrill cry pierced the confusion of the group, it was the cry of some kind of creature, and the voice was full of coldness and hatred. A rumble passed over the inn. A gust of wind blew, and the night was illuminated by a wall of fire in the south.

A whole plate of wine glasses flew out of Lena's hand, and she clung to the bar for fear of falling. The people around screamed, some out of fear, some out of pain.

Willow was suddenly plunged into a sea of fire.

An orange-red glow illuminated the inn, and thick black smoke drifted in through the shattered windows. The smell of burning wood rushed to Lena's nose, mixed with an even more terrible smell: the stench of burnt human flesh.

Lena choked and coughed, and looked up to see that tongues of fire had licked the beams of the inn. The crackling of flames and the wails of the wounded make up a symphony that belongs to hell.

"Put out the fire!" Otik shouted frantically.

"Kitchen!" the cook frantically rushed out the door, her clothes still smoking, and behind her was an impenetrable wall of fire.

Lena grabbed a glass of ale from behind the counter and poured it on Rhea's clothes, grabbing her and extinguishing the fire on them. The cook sat down in his chair and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Run! the whole place is going to burn!" someone shouted.

Hendrick pushed the wounded crowd away, and was one of the few to flee first. He stood at the door of the inn, clutching at the railing in astonishment, unable to move.

He looked to the north and saw the entire burning woods, and in the terrible light of the fire, he could clearly see the light reflected from the wings of hundreds of monsters.

This is the ground force of the Dragonmen. He watched in horror as the vanguard marched into Willow in a menacing manner, knowing that there must be more troops behind.

And they have flying creatures on their heads, monsters that fly out of bedside stories.

This is the most powerful and ancient creature on the Starfall Continent - the dragon.

Five red dragons fly in the night sky lit up by flames. Swooping down one by one, enveloping the town with magical darkness, the flames that erupt from their mouths plunging the town into purgatory.

There were hardly any weapons that could harm them, and the archers simply had no way to aim in such visibility, and the warriors were even less likely to swing their swords.