There is no doubt that the antagonism between Zosi and the League of Ilminster and the Harpists is not really a conflict between good and evil.

It's the collision of chaos and order, and the worldview, values, and how to change the status quo of the Faren continent

The contradiction of the proposition "correct". In Zuo Si's eyes, this group of idealists who always do not follow order, laws and rules is a bit similar to robbing the rich and helping the poor

"Rogue Player". He always maintains a strong sense of personal heroism, and does whatever he wants, completely free from any form of constraints.

Although they did help many in the Northlands, crushing the expansion of the Arcane Brotherhood and the ambitious lords on more than one occasion.

But without exception, it is typical to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause. Neither can we solve the problem at the root cause, nor can we really promote social development and progress, and it is as if we are stuck in a time loop by repeating what we have done before again and again.

In addition, these harpists also play a role in hindering the pace of social evolution and development to a certain extent.

If it weren't for their persistent troubles and destruction, the Northland would never be so fragmented today, dotted with hundreds of small towns and countless independent villages, slowly merging one or a few relatively powerful nations in constant wars, conquests, and annexations.

From the perspective of the development of civilization and social progress, the things that the Harpists League has done since its establishment can definitely be regarded as yes

"The worst sin." This is also the reason why Zuo Si has never disliked, or even hated, the organization of harpists.

What's even more outrageous is that some of these guys Dru Yin and Ranger will also add the natural balance set to it.

When a tribe of goblins, orcs, barbarians, trolls, and gnolls is on the verge of extinction, they may be able to provide some help to keep the entire tribe alive.

Because these guys believe that there is a certain balance between civilization and nature, just like the ratio of herbivores and carnivores in the forest and wilderness should not exceed a certain level, otherwise it will cause serious ecological disasters.

So while they help towns and villages fend off monster invasions, they also maintain the number of nearby monsters and beasts, which limit the expansion of civilization in the Northlands.

To put it simply, it's like a neuropathy with an abnormal brain playing left and right. In this respect, it is somewhat similar to the theory of the balance of all things in the universe advocated by Duncan.

If it weren't for the sheer number of monsters and beasts in the Northland, and the threat would have been too great, with the Harpist Alliance, I am afraid that it would have become a street rat that everyone shouted and beat a long time ago.

This explains why, in densely populated and economically prosperous areas, harpists are less popular with the local government and are even defined as an undesirable and illegal organization.

To a large extent, they play the role of destroyers of order, and at the same time, they are also a force hindering social progress and the development of civilization.

But the interesting thing is that instead of realizing the mistake, these people feel that they are doing something that is not being done

The great cause understood by the "ordinary people" and even willingly paid with their lives. But on the other hand, from the perspective of Yin Erminster and the harpist, they neither seek fame nor profit, nor do they care about anything like retribution or gratitude, and they truly have no desire and no desire, and their conduct is noble.

And there is no such strict system of superiors and subordinates as other organizations, let alone so-called

"Authority". Each member can make their own judgment and choice and do what they think is right.

How could such a selfless and noble idea be wrong? In fact, the current situation happens to be a microcosm of the countless conflicts and contradictions in the Faren Continent.

It is not like the countries on the planet, where the main differences come from the division of existing resources and interests, and it is closer to the ideas, values, and worldview that are not on the same channel at all, and there is no way to even communicate.

Dull! Repression! It's breathless! As a high-ranking Assassin who had been loyal to Alan Linville, Fed was clearly aware of the Harpists' League, as well as the resounding reputation of the Goddess of Magic's First Chosen One, the Great Sage of the Valley of Shadows, Inlminster.

But she never imagined that she would meet each other in this way. In particular, the huge pressure brought by the confrontation between the old and new Witch Goddess Electors brought to the others around them gave the Demon Elves a first-hand feel of what it was like to have a decisive impact on the form of a region.

Although there was no hint of any intention on either side except for the initial brief conflict, Feld's palms were sweating because he was too nervous, and he would often subconsciously rub his clothes or cloak twice.

This is a habit that many killers and assassins share. If you sweat too much in your palms, the friction will be greatly reduced, causing you to slip when gripping the dagger and dagger.

Fortunately! This wordless confrontation did not last long. After about three or five minutes, after smoking a bag of cigarettes, Yin Erminster was the first to break the silence and ask, "You came today to make this deal with me?" ”

"No, I have one more thing to ask you. How much does the harpist know about the turmoil that is taking place within the Shadow Thieves Guild? Zuo Si didn't go around in circles, and straightforwardly stated his intention.

The Demon Elf Assassin immediately pricked up his ears the moment he heard this. It's not much of an adjective, but a standard verb.

Elves are known to have long and pointed ears. After being integrated into the succubus bloodline, the muscles around the ears of the demon elves are more developed than those of ordinary elves, and they can make many incredible movements.

For example, the muscles are contracted so that the pinna of the ear is attached to the side of the scalp, or even hidden in the hair to hide one's ancestry and identity.

In the same way, when they need to listen carefully, they can also prick up their ears and stretch them out to increase the pinna area to better collect sound.

"Why should we give you information about the Shadow Thief? This is no longer in the trading range just now! What's more, you brutally killed Gavrey! The elf named Orvis had a glint of hatred in his eyes.

"yes, it's really not in the scope of the deal. But the problem is, you seem to have forgotten one thing, and that is that the lives of you people are still in my hands. After all, I made it clear that anyone who dared to do something to me a second time would die a terrible death. How about I make another deal with your lives in exchange for information from the Shadow Thieves Guild? Or do you think that with Yin'erminster's presence, you can save everyone's lives? Believe me, he simply can't do that. It's okay if you want to give it a try, anyway I don't mind killing a few more or less. As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his left hand with an iron glove, and amazing magical energy began to gather in his palm.

"Stop! Enough blood has been shed today, there is no need to do any more senseless killings. Whatever you want to know about the inside of the Shadow Thieves, just ask. Yin Erminster stepped forward and bluntly stopped the senseless struggle and resistance of these harpists.

At the same time, he also admitted in disguise that he couldn't stop Zuo Si from killing. This was undoubtedly a huge blow to the confidence of all the harpist members present.

Elf Orvis's eyes widened even more, he couldn't believe what he heard with his ears, and his reaction was as disappointed as if a fan had witnessed the collapse of his idol's house, and his faith in his heart showed signs of wavering.

"See? That's the big picture. You little minion study hard, don't think about fighting and killing all day long, what's the difference between that and the demon in the bottomless abyss? Zuo Si mocked the self-righteous elf in a slightly disdainful tone, and then asked to himself, "Do you know how Alan Linville died?" Or who was his assassin? ”

"Alan Linville died in an assassination attempt. Although the Shadow Thieves Guild announced that the murderer was a demon-descended elven assassin named Fed, there was actually someone else. As for who this person is, we don't know for the time being. But one thing is certain, and that is that the killer worked closely with a red-robed mage named Edwin. Yin Erminster replied very simply.

"Edwin?!" Hearing this name, Zuo Si's dNA instantly moved. It's just that he couldn't figure out why this guy was in Amm instead of the more chaotic Baldur's Gate area.

Yin Erminster nodded slightly: "Yes." This red-robed mage seems to have some unknown connection with one of the leaders of the Shadow Thief's guild, Maiwa. Just a few months ago, they worked together through a series of plans and conspiracies to secretly eliminate the leaders of several subordinate guilds, and then disguised themselves as accidents to support those who were willing to obey their orders. Now the two of them have controlled almost half of the power of the Shadow Thief. In addition, there is a mysterious force behind Maiwa who supports his seizure of power. ”

"Well, I think I know what's going on, thanks." After getting the information he wanted, Zuo Si immediately turned around and walked out of the harpist's secret base in Ascatra without looking back.

Feder obviously wanted to ask for two specific details, but in the end he held back, obediently followed and turned to leave.

Over the years of working for the shadow thief, she has developed a good habit that when she is unsure of the situation, it is best to obediently obey the boss's orders first.

After the two of them had completely walked away, Yin Erminster took a deep breath and said in a tone that was not easy to question: "Immediately withdraw all of our men at Am's and Baldur's Gate!" ”

"What? Are you crazy? If everyone is gone, how can we gather information and stop the conspiracy of the Santarin? Another harpist exclaimed in disbelief.

"Now, don't you understand that there is no place for us in these two places? Soth is not a soft-hearted man. Since he has decided that we are enemies, he will use various methods to suppress us. As for intelligence gathering, you don't care about it, I'll figure it out. As for the conspiracy of the Santarinists...... I don't think Fourzor Chamberbury and Schillan would dare to do things under Soss's nose. As he said this, Yin Erminster's eyes flashed with a surging silver light, and he obviously had his own plans.

To be exact, he had been prepared accordingly for a long time. Whether it's Kelburn, who is breaking away from the Harpist and establishing his own intelligence organization, Moonstar, or letting Storm Silverhand take over the area, he can take on the responsibility of gathering intelligence.

The main reason for the harpists to withdraw from this area was to avoid bloody clashes like today's.

"What about the rebels we're in contact with West Hartland on the Dragon's Coast?" Another master harpist asked, frowning.

"Well—tell these people that the harpists have more important things to do now, and let them contact Soth directly." Yin Erminster involuntarily sighed slightly.

He could feel the grievances and dissatisfaction in the hearts of these harpists, but he was helpless. What's even more infuriating is that all the efforts made before are now cheaper than the opponent.

It is foreseeable that these rebels, after defeating the army of Santilburg and expelling their forces, will inevitably turn to Zuosi, which will bring peace, stability, and prosperity to the region.

This change is almost irreversible. However, in contrast, Yin Erminster was more worried that Zuo Si's extremely dangerous thoughts would be transmitted to the entire metal dragon clan through those silver dragons, gold dragons, steel dragons, and red bronze dragons.

Eventually, this group of dragons of the good camp will split on a large scale. When it comes to philosophical ideas, dragons with higher IQs are more likely than humans to engage in heated debates.

Many fallen golden and silver dragons have embarked on the path of evil under such circumstances. Of course, Zuo Si didn't know anything about Yin Erminster's worries for the time being.

Since there is only one dragon of the good camp he currently knows, and that is Erastro's ally, the Golden Dragon Queen Veramarandis.

Therefore, the impression of the metal dragon is still that it is curious, likes to get to the bottom of everything, is very happy to receive gifts, is keen to engage in all kinds of debates, and may be a little greedy for cheap.

As for arrogance, it is a common problem of all true dragons, even the stupidest and closest to the beast of the white dragon.

However, on the whole, the metal dragons of the good camp are more reasonable than the color dragons. Even if they want to get the treasure from you, they will rarely choose to rob it directly.

Instead, it deliberately reveals information that interests you, and then suggests that it can be exchanged for money or a magical item.

"Where are we going now? Looking for the red-robed mage named Edwin? Immediately after leaving the Harpermen's League's building in Ascatla, Fid couldn't help but ask.

After learning the clues about the real murderer of Alan Linville, she can't wait to find out the enemy.

Zuo Si smiled without looking back and said, "Don't be so impatient." In particular, information like this that cannot be guaranteed to be authentic needs to be verified by many parties so that it will not be used by others as fools. ”

"Multiple verifications?" The Demon Elf Assassin was momentarily stunned. She couldn't think of any organization that could get more and more detailed information if the Harpists Alliance's news couldn't be trusted.

However, Zuo Si didn't explain much, but made a big circle around the dock area and came to the door of a slightly dilapidated house.

As a result, before he could get closer, the originally closed door opened by itself, and a familiar female figure stepped out of it, and bowed gracefully with one hand on her breast.

"Welcome, Lord South."

"Why are you here?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise. Because the woman standing in the doorway was one of Manson's right-hand men, and at the same time Clarice, with whom he had a deep connection.

It is said that after Manson's death, Clarice took refuge in Simonmon's side and then disappeared from view.

Right now, this female mage with a high level of spell casting, wearing a magic robe that looks a bit like a dress skirt, with a humble smile on her face, showing her mature and beautiful charm to the fullest.

In the room behind her, stood three young mages dressed as apprentices, thieves hiding in the shadows, and seven or eight heavily armed guards.

You don't have to ask, this is the Santarin Society's stronghold in Askatra, less than three blocks away from the headquarters of the League of Harpers of the Deadland.

What's even more incredible is that for so many years, both sides have known each other's existence, and they have been fighting openly and secretly, but they just don't attack each other's lair.

What does it mean to love and kill each other? That's it!

"Shimandt has arranged for me to be there specifically for you, and to accommodate all your requests as much as possible." Clarice was on purpose

The word "everything" is accented. It's a pity that Zuo Si didn't pay attention to this boring hint, walked into the house and found a chair to sit down.

After the door was slammed shut, he asked, "Do you know what happened inside the Shadow Thieves Guild recently?" Without thinking, Clarice replied, "Of course." This time there was such a big commotion, I don't think it's hard to know. What's more, the infiltration of shadow thieves has always been the main work of our Santarin Society. Some of the spies have even managed to take the position of guild leader under their subordinates. Whatever you're looking for, I'll answer it right away. ”

"Awesome! Let's start with a general introduction. Zuo Si crossed his hands on his chest and put on a listening gesture.

Clarice didn't talk nonsense, and immediately shook out all the information she had gathered.

Even the contradictions within some subordinate guilds, as well as the lace news that the leader of such and such a guild was cuckolded by his cronies is no exception.

Of course, this kind of situation of being a minotaur is not uncommon within the Shadow Thief Guild. Due to the nature of the work involving criminal relationships, the shadow thief executives usually do not choose to get married, which is equivalent to exposing their weaknesses to the other party's line of sight.

However, considering that they also have physical and emotional needs, they often choose to secretly raise one or several lovers.

In order to ensure the safety of these lovers, one or two of his own cronies must be arranged to protect the former.

In addition, the guild leader has a lot of things to do and is very busy, and it is estimated that there is more than one lover, so it is impossible to live together every day.

This also leads to the fact that women, who are lovers, will naturally transfer their physical and psychological desires to the bodyguards who accompany them every day.

Over time, those who are not strong enough will will be easily tempted to end up sleeping in the same bed as the subject of protection.

Normally, it's easy to say anything if it's not discovered. But once the guild leader discovers that his subordinates have greened themselves, the result will be a cruel torture that lasts for hours or even days.

Obviously, when it comes to gathering intelligence for Am, the Santarim are much better than the Harper's League. The Demon Elf Assassin was even more shocked to the point that his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that Zuo Si had just come out of the Harpists Alliance, and he could get so much important information from the Santarin Society when he turned around.

Some of them were so secretive that she hadn't even heard the wind.

"So...... Alan Linville actually died in the infighting of the Shadow Thieves Guild? In order to start a rebellion, Maiva hires Edwin and another killer to kill the titular supreme leader, hoping to make everyone nervous. But what he didn't expect was that Reynold Bloodhead had already prepared a stand-in, resulting in the assassination not having the expected effect. It was not unaware that Reynolds Bloodhead had deliberately framed Fidel as a murderer, but rather to calm the forces within the guild and ensure that Maiva would not immediately jump over the wall and start a large-scale internal rebellion. Both sides already know it now, but because they are not fully prepared, they coincidentally choose to save the last face. Zuo Si touched his chin and analyzed playfully.

I have to say that it is quite interesting to watch the infighting of shadow thieves from an outsider's point of view. Especially after learning that Maiva was a disciple of Shirek, he felt more and more that it was better not to interfere easily.

It would be better to watch the two sides fight until their heads are bleeding and dying, and then they will strike to uproot this huge criminal organization entrenched in and around Amm.

There is no doubt that Zuo Si has never liked the shadow thief, although he has worked with each other a lot.

Especially recently, with the change of identity and position, he has gradually become murderous towards the shadow thief. As the so-called ass decides a head.

In the past, Zuo Si did not want to rule Am, so he often had an indifferent attitude towards the various forces in Askatra.

and even very happy to exploit the loopholes of privilege and law to their advantage. This can be seen from the good cooperative relationship between him and the major families in the past.

But since the idea of unifying the west coast of the Faeron Continent under the guidance of Sean VII, Zuo Si has thought how these big families that monopolize resources and power, as well as the Masked Mage Guild, Shadow Thieves and other organizations, are not pleasing to the eye.

Because his mentality has changed from the original vested interest to the ruler. And in the eyes of the rulers, these guys are all objects that need to be severely suppressed and even cleaned up.

As a high-ranking member of the Santil Fort and the Santarin Society, Clarice was obviously very aware that Zuo Si was gradually gathering power in preparation for being crowned King of Am, so she hurriedly lowered her voice and added: "This turmoil is not only a problem within the Shadow Thieves, but also a mysterious force hidden inside the cemetery. However, they do a very good job of secrecy, and I don't know the real face of the other party for the time being. But one thing is for sure, this mysterious force is strong enough to make the shadow thief higher-ups very jealous. It is said that all the leaders of the subordinate guilds who have been there to swear allegiance have not shown any signs of repeated horizontal jumps. This means that they are 100% confident that as long as the mysterious forces make a move, Maiwa will definitely win the final victory. ”

"Hehe, it's getting more and more interesting." The corners of Zuo Si's mouth turned up slightly, and an unfathomable smile appeared.

Maybe others don't know who lives under the cemetery, but how could he not know. Only he didn't expect that the vampire queen Badi would destroy the foundation of the Shadow Thieves Guild by provoking civil strife.

This is much smarter than declaring war and then fighting and killing.

"Shit! So in the eyes of these higher-ups, I was just an insignificant scapegoat and a pathetic victim? Fed, apparently distracted by the truth, angrily lifted his foot and slammed the wooden table to pieces.

Especially Renor Bloodhead knew that she was innocent, but for the sake of his own interests and power, he did not hesitate to choose to detain the black cauldron, which made the Demon Elf Assassin have the urge to cut his throat.

"Well, are you still planning to avenge Alan Linville?" Zuo Si asked with a smile.

"Of course! Whether it's Reynolds Bloodhead who wronged me, or Maiva, who planned the assassination behind the scenes, I will make them pay with blood. The Demon Elven Assassin gritted his teeth and let out an unwilling roar.

"In that case, then follow me back to the Mage Tower first. Not only do you need one high-grade magic leather armor now, but you also need two weapons. With that, Zuo Si stood up and took the lead and walked outside.

Without saying a word, Clarice bent down and made a gesture of send-off, until the two disappeared at the end of the street, when the door was closed again.

…… At the same time, far in the sky near the Southern Vortex Mountains, two crimson dragons were staring at each other in the air.

Among them, the Purgatory Red Dragon, whose size was far larger than the primeval age, knew that it was Vermes, who had only been nesting here for a short time, without asking.

The much smaller primeval red dragon across from her was the most active and destructive mobile scourge in the region, Balagath

"Flying Flame". There is no doubt that after waiting for so long, Vermes finally got his wish

The opponent of the title of "Dragon King". Once upon a time, Baragath

"Flying Flame" is still her idol to worship and imitate. But now, this female Purgatory Red Dragon only wants to tear the other party's throat, devour the hot blood gushing out of her body, and make her reputation resound throughout the Faeron Continent.

"Who are you? How have I never seen you! "Baragath

Flying Flame narrowed her eyes and cautiously probed. Although he has always been known for being warlike, tyrannical, bloodthirsty, and cruel, he will often rush straight into a dragon's lair to kill and eat it.

But that doesn't mean he's a fool. Especially at the moment, such a huge difference in body size can be seen by anyone who is not blind.

And size happens to be the decisive factor in the civil war between the red dragons, and there is no one. You must know that in the Faeron Continent, an ancient dragon can usually grow between thirty and forty meters, which is already very huge.

But the Vermes in front of him has spent two hundred years in the time and space of Zendikar, which is full of giant beasts and full of magical energy, and is about to overflow, with the help of time magic, and his body length is close to one hundred and fifty meters if he counts the tail.

The muscle lines formed after long-term and rigorous training are enough to make any dragon feel terrified.

It feels like a two-meter-tall strong man walking down the street and suddenly seeing a giant over five meters tall with muscles comparable to that of a bodybuilding champion blocking his path.

To say that I am not scared at all in my heart is absolutely false. Baragath

"Flying Flame" wasn't even sure if he would be torn in half if he was accidentally caught by the other party.

"My name is Vermes! I'm going to kill you next, and then take your place as the only dragon lord in the entire south of the West Coast. Vermes was very splacent about his intentions.

She knew very well that playing intrigue was not her forte, so she simply challenged it openly.

"Vermes? Are you the Red Dragon that appeared in the skies above Fort Santil, killed countless followers of the mad god Shirek, and stole a lot of riches? "Baragath

Flying Flame burst out of the child's hole with an orange-red light like magma, and his tone was filled with intense shock.

"Hey, hey! Have you heard my name? Vermes grinned, revealing a mouthful of large, sharp fangs.

As a result of accepting the powers of hell, her teeth are not plain white, but have countless black spots at the ends.

These spots can cause the teeth to be bitten with some additional non-lethal toxins, causing the target to continuously lose their constitution attributes, and then become weaker and weaker, until the constitution reaches zero and dies instantly.

"Why are you coming to me for trouble? I don't remember messing with you. "Baragath

"Flying Flame" frowned, flapped her wings slightly, and stepped back, continuing to maintain a relatively safe distance. It could be seen that this dragon king did not want to fight an enemy several times his size.

Sadly, Vermez took over the task of destroying these active and powerful dragons.

What's more, she herself is extremely eager to obtain the title of a dragon king. Therefore, this purgatory red dragon was simply too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly blessed himself with the innate magic that only a few dragons could master, such as [Shining Scales], [Sharp Teeth], [Sharp Teeth], and [High Wind Wings], like a super heavy bomber flying in the air, and rushed straight towards the other party.

Among them, [Shining Scale] provides a deflection force field that resists physical attacks; [Sharp Teeth] and [Sharp Teeth] make the natural weapons of teeth and claws more destructive; [High Wind Wings] increases the dragon's flight mobility.

It is not difficult to see from a few spells that Vermes's tactics are very simple and crude, which is to crush the opponent with his size advantage.

In order to prevent the enemy from escaping, she also unleashed [Wingbinding] during the charge. It is also a dragon-specific magic that creates a web of force fields that entangle the target so that it cannot charge, fly, or run.

"Damn it!" Realize that Vermes is not joking, but really wants to kill himself, Baragas

"Flying Flame" immediately couldn't help but curse in a low voice, and immediately tried to release the [Disarming Magic] to counteract the effect of [Wingbinding].

However, what made him unbelievable was that when the [Disarming Magic] took effect, the [Wingbinding] was not lifted.

Or maybe he actually lost in the spell confrontation! You must know that although Baragas is more inclined to melee combat many times, as an ancient red dragon, his natural spellcasting level is not low, which is equivalent to a LV20 warlock.

But now, the fact that [Disarming Magic] has been resisted twice in a row can only show one problem, that is, the opponent's casting level is much higher than his own.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked at Vermes in shock, as well as the extremely developed and exaggerated muscles on the latter's body, and the whole dragon was dumbfounded.

Are you kidding! A dragon that is clearly inclined to melee combat, and actually has a higher cast level than himself?

It's almost as outrageous as a tall, strong woman who can carry hundreds of kilograms of barbells in her hand as a weapon, and suddenly tells you that she is actually a legendary mage or warlock.

It's just a pity that Baragas didn't have time to think too much. Since there is no way to remove the effect of [Wing Binding], it must be too late to run, so I can only quickly bless myself with the [Reinforced Iron Bone] of the Eight Rings, as well as [Stone Skin Technique], [Shield Technique] and [Acceleration Technique].

After the above few enhancement magic blessings were completed, he also made a desperate attempt to take the [Tamson Transfiguration Technique] at the last moment.

Obviously, due to the huge size difference, Baragas didn't feel that just a few enhancements in front of him would give him any advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

At the cost of completely abandoning the ability to cast spells, you can gain bonuses in strength, agility, and defense, as well as more and more powerful combat experience and will.

I have to say that it is not for nothing that he can become one of the most famous dragon kings in Faerun. At least have the courage to fight to the death after being cornered.

In the blink of an eye, the two red dragons collided together. Bang! Bang! With a deafening bang, Barragas was knocked out by the oncoming Vermes, flipped in mid-air and fell to the top of the cliff, followed by two dragons tumbling downward, wrestling, and biting down the steep slope.

The spectacular and tragic picture was clearly seen by many people who were several kilometers away. Because Vermes deliberately chose a place that was relatively close to the capital of the Tesser Kingdom, Zazespor, as a battlefield, so that more people could see the picture of him killing Baragath, the city was completely chaotic at this moment.

Almost immediately, the Council of Nobles issued an order declaring a state of emergency in the city. All the soldiers canceled their leave and stood on the walls and towers of the arrows.

Mages and priests were also pooled, ready for the worst. The rulers undoubtedly knew very well that with the destructive power displayed by these two red dragons in the distance, once they flew over, the entire city would probably be reduced to ruins.

But it can't be helped. Even if you know that you can't stop it, you must make a posture of desperate resistance. Otherwise, if civilians know that they pay so many taxes, and as a result, they do not have even the most basic security, the consequences will be absolutely catastrophic.

However, Zazespo's reaction did not have the slightest effect on the two bloody red dragons.

Although their scales were hard enough to withstand all non-magical weapons, they were torn apart by their magically blessed teeth and claws.

The hot blood, which was enough to easily burn a person to death, was now scattered and splashed with the fight, and it didn't take long for it to ignite most of the entire mountain peak.

Whether it is the shrubs and weeds at the top of the mountain, or the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, smoke is billowing at the moment.

Along with the smoke was a large red fire.

"Hahahaha! That's right! That's it! Come on! Let's fight to our heart's content! Show me your power as a dragon king! Vermes was clearly starting to get angry, laughing like a madman, while swallowing the flesh he had just torn off his opponent's body.

The posture that is not afraid of pain at all, at a glance, you can know that the berserk mode is on. In the two hundred years she has spent on the Zendikar plane with the help of time magic, she has apparently earned some Barbarian class ranks.

"Fuck off! You lunatic! "Baragas is desperately trying to break free and avoid this lose-lose style of play.

Because he knows that the other party is bigger than him, his vitality is more tenacious than his own, and he also has purgatory blood.

If you continue to consume like this, then you will inevitably die in the end. It's a pity that Vermes's power is too great, so big that he has blessed so many enhanced magic, but in the end it is still too inferior.

Several times the dragon wing slapped down, and the other party didn't even have the slightest intention of flinching except for a slight injury to his nose, mouth and eyes.

Instead, it was Vermes's dragon wing slap, which made Baragas feel like he had been hit in the head with a hammer every time he hit it.

"Crazy? Isn't that the word people use to describe you? I'm saluting you! Could it be that the great Baragas was just a coward who could bully the weak and fear the hard? Take out the cruelty, tyranny, and bloodlust you slay other dragons! Don't be a coward who always tries to escape! Vermes opened his mouth aggressively, biting down on the connection between his neck and his body, and then flicking his head like a mad dog.

This is a skill she learned on the plane of Zendikar fighting the hydra. Doing so will tear the wound in large proportions, causing the subject to quickly lose blood and lose consciousness.

Especially when dealing with prey that is much smaller than itself, it can also shake the opponent's dizziness and lose the power to resist.

There is no doubt that Baragas is small compared to the size of Vermes today. Therefore, it is not surprising that the latter was so flawed by this crazy shaking that he could not exert his strength at all, and a large amount of bright red dragon blood gushed out like a spring.

However, this time it was not sprayed everywhere, and it quickly gathered into a ball under the control of an invisible force, and then flew to the mountainside not far away.

"Tsk, this is a small bottle of primeval red dragon blood that costs hundreds or even thousands of gold coins, you must waste it." With that, Simon stepped out of the shadows and sealed the dragon's blood in several transparent glass containers.

When he had done all this, he picked up a vial and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, then raised his head and drank it all, a blush appeared on his pale face, and his whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"You actually like to drink dragon blood?" Maintaining a humanoid form

"Filial Dragon" Kurremos had an incredulous expression. You must know that the blood of red dragons, especially primeval red dragons, often contains unimaginable power of fire elements.

It's not something to be drunk casually for vampires. Ordinary vampires will instantly ignite from their bodies when they drink two drops, turning into a large torch until they are burned and turned into a pile of dust.

"Hehe, don't be so surprised. Don't forget that before I became a vampire, I was an archmage who mastered the magic of the Nine Rings. Although the blood of the primeval red dragon is dangerous, it contains great power. As long as I avoid direct contact with it through some methods, and instead slowly digest and absorb it, I can complete my transformation and become a special vampire form that I have never seen before. Schillan licked his lips in disgust.

Obviously, the two of them were here to witness the battle between Vermes and Baragas to make sure the whole thing was safe.

In particular, Kurremos, who has also been strengthened by the magic of time, has already tested the power he now possesses, so he has no doubts about Vermes's victory.

In his opinion, Baragath, the dragon king, could not compete with Ivy Korazaglan who died at the hands of Zuosi

"Sharp teeth" on a par. Your own goals in the future should be like

"Doomsday Crawler" Dogosos,

Chassa, the "Dragon of the Gods", or a strong man like the King of the Golden Dragon who stands at the top of the dragon ecology.