There are three basement floors of the Mage Tower.

This is the lowest level of the entire tower, and it is also the most impregnable place that has been strengthened and strengthened by countless magic.

Unlike other floors, various areas are divided according to different functions, and then renovated and renovated.

There is only one large dome space on the third basement floor.

There are no ornate decorations, no other statues, lighting fixtures, etc.

Even the ceiling overhead is pristine and uneven rock, unpolished.

Compared to the sophistication of the upper floors of the tower, it almost resembles a humble natural cave.

However, on the ground in the center of the dome field, the striking circle carved in silver metal highlights the unusualness of this layer.

Here is between bondage.

As the name suggests, it is a place where dangerous creatures are bound and imprisoned.

At this moment, a behemoth with a body length of nearly seventeen meters and a wingspan of an astonishing twenty-four meters, including the tail, was lying in the center of the huge magic circle.

Its body is covered with large, thick scales of crimson color.

Not only do these scales possess great resistance to magic, but they also possess a metallic hardness.

All non-magical weapons, whether swords or axes or war hammers, are almost impossible to leave even a single scratch on the scales.

On the head of this terrifying behemoth, there are two large, straight white horns.

A row of smaller horns extends from the top of the head downwards, sparsely down to the chin.

With two eyes and a large mouth full of sharp fangs, you can vaguely see a fire beating inside.

Strong limbs and sharp claws are enough to tear any enemy who dares to approach to shreds.

There is no doubt that this one comes from the true dragon of the forgotten realm of Faeron.

And it is also the most powerful adult red dragon among the five-colored evil dragons.

In many cases, the mere appearance of this terrifying creature can scare most people into running away, and there is no thought of rebellion.

Even the most experienced adventuring party will most likely be wiped out in a matter of minutes after encountering an adult Red Dragon.

The red dragon is a symbol of strength and a natural tyrant.

They have killed, destroyed, destroyed and died to forge their name as the strongest dragon.

But right now, the dragon, which is at the top of the food chain in the wizarding world, is clearly in a state of extreme irritability and rage.

The tail that constantly crackles the ground is the best proof of this.

The reason is simple!

She was being imprisoned by the power of magic.

And the necromancer Ashtar, who imprisoned her, was rather insidious, and never fought head-on from beginning to end.

It didn't give the red dragon any chance to engage in hand-to-hand combat, use powerful fire breath, and spell-like abilities.

It's a package that reduces magic resistance, blind blindness, frailty curses, and powerful bindings plus teleportation spells.

In the face of such a shameless sneak attack that does not emphasize martial virtues.

Not to mention a red dragon who has not experienced social beatings and has just come of age, even those old dragons may have to be hated on the spot.

When she came to her senses, she found herself in the middle of the restraints at the bottom of the Mage Tower.

Not to mention fighting, you can't stand up, you can only lie on the ground honestly.

Even the weak, filthy human apprentice can take the noble dragon's blood from himself.

"I promise! When you regain your freedom, you must wipe everyone out and destroy the entire Mage Tower. ”

Vermes silently swore an oath in his heart.

It is a red dragon that nests near a hilly terrain in the southern part of the western coast of the continent of Faeron.

The reason why she ended up like this was because she failed to control the greed for treasure in her heart.

As a result, during a tour of the territory, he stumbled upon an open portal and the gold and silver coins piled up on the other side of the door.

Due to the red dragon's innate arrogance, Vermes did not realize that this was a trap and directly broke in, intending to loot the valuable items inside.

This simple and rude style of acting comes from her upbringing.

From the moment he was born, Vermes snatched food from his siblings.

As she enters adulthood, she looks stronger and bigger than her siblings and other red dragons of the same age.

The advantage of body size is the proof of extra food and adequate nutrition during the growth period.

In his youth, Vermes used his size and powerful flame spout to kill a silver dragon about his own age, who had just left the protection of his parents, and an adult black dragon who lived in the depths of the swamp, and ransacked all the property in the nest.

These two successful hunts not only made her famous, but also harvested the first pot of gold in the dragon life.

Since then, the female red dragon has intensified, raiding caravans and raiding villages and towns along the roads near the lair.

Although it cannot be said to be well-known in the local area, it can also be said to be notorious.

Some cities and temples of good gods offer very high bounties in the hope that a warrior or adventurer will solve it.

Regrettably, these people are all gone.

In Vermes's view, as long as it is what he wants, he can go up and grab it directly.

After all, wealth is only deserved by the strong.

The weak should honestly give up all their possessions.

Maybe when you're in a good mood, you'll consider sparing the other person's life.

It can be said that the red dragon has fallen to this step in the field today, and it can be called a crime that he deserves.

Just as she closed her eyes and pondered why, in the past two months, the sinister and cunning necromancer had not appeared, and even those apprentices who had taken dragon blood had disappeared, the only tunnel leading to the upper level suddenly heard a fierce fight.

Next Second......

Rumble!

Blinding firelight and silver lightning erupted from the tunnel!

Immediately after, two large necromantic creatures that were guarded at the door, pieced together from various corpses, rolled down the stairs and fell to the ground with a thud.

The pieces of flesh that looked like they were rotting were now completely black, charred paste, and emitted a pungent smell.

It took about two or three seconds for a boy who looked to be less than ten years old to come out of the passage, panting.

"It's terrible! Asta must have secretly strengthened them with necromancy. Otherwise, they wouldn't have such a high level of magic resistance. ”

Zuo Si couldn't help but complain in a low voice as he looked at the lightning launcher that had already dropped by almost a quarter of the energy, as well as the high-grade magic scroll in his hand that had been consumed.

He then bent down and retrieved a small amount of mana from the two destroyed wreckage.

You must know that he was involved in the creation of these undead guards, and he knows the manufacturing process and craftsmanship very well.

They should be strictly called [corpse creatures], they are made up of multiple incomplete undead creatures, and theoretically there should be no magic resistance, at best, they are rough and thick.

Without the authorization of the tower owner, Asta, it is impossible for these construct guards to mechanically execute orders to allow Zuosi to enter some of the key areas of the mage tower.

Especially between the restraints of a dangerous red dragon.

So as a last resort, I had to kill the guards and break in.

"It's you?!"

Vermes' eyes widened as he stared at the little dot who was coming from a distance.

She wouldn't forget that the boy stood aside when she was attacked by a necromancer.

"Long time no see, great Lady Vermes. Because of the unforeseen events and disasters that have happened out there, I hope you will be able to listen to me calmly and listen to everything that has happened in the past two months. ”

Zuo Si said the lingua franca of the surface of the Faren Continent that he had only learned for a long time, and bowed to the giant dragon with one hand on his chest.

He knew that all dragons, good or evil, orderly or chaotic, were all proud and arrogant.

In other words, the donkey.

If you want to communicate with such a guy, politeness and respect are necessary prerequisites.