Red has been sitting in the lonely dwarven ruins for 400 years, and has been sitting on a mottled, charred test bed in the workshop where he was born ever since he completed the last order of the Maker.

His body was made of clay and could constantly change shape, but he hadn't used it in a long time - it wasn't necessary - he thought so. Moss and mushrooms had long since covered his body, blending him in with the ruins around him, with only a pair of pure red eyes that glowed faintly in their sockets - hence his special name, Red.

A while ago, a mage passed by, and he closed his eyes and pretended to be an ordinary mound, so that he could continue to sit here alone but safely. He didn't like the smell of blood on that mage, which reminded him of the crimes he had committed. Although these crimes were ordered by his master, and he had no choice but to be loyal, the blood of the dwarves still stuck to his fists, and their dying curses still lingered in his ears.

When he was made, he was a member of the War Warriors to fight against the dragons. But there was something in him that could absorb the dragon's soul power, and his body was getting stronger and stronger under the dragon's blood, and he gradually had his own ideas, but he was still just a clay golem and had to carry out orders.

The dwarven runemaster spotted this and tried to figure out why. "Maybe you can understand how magical objects produce intelligence. The runemaster said, "This will make the Petty clan even stronger." "But contrary to his wishes, the dying soul is pregnant with the terrifying chaotic power, and the dwarven runemaster gradually descends into depression and madness, he gives the wrong orders, triggers the wrong mechanism, and a series of events cause the fortress to destroy itself, and the dragon finally completes his revenge in a strange way.

Red started thinking after he had done everything, exactly four hundred years. The first hundred years he was thinking about right and wrong, the second hundred years he was thinking about good and evil, and the third hundred years he was thinking about life and death. For the last hundred years, he has been thinking about the question of God and mortality.

Now this thought was interrupted by a young human, wearing a cuirass but holding a wand. With a map of the entire cave, a lot of things are made easy. Siegel can easily avoid traps and take advantage of the nearest shortcuts to reach his destination quickly. He finally recognized the golem from the pile of mushrooms and patted him gently. The mushroom's spores floated into the air with the slapping, causing Siegel to sneeze several times in a row.

"Hello, Golem, I have been guided to seek your help. A blood mage has captured my friends, and I hope you can help me rescue them. ”

Adam decided to stay still, he had to keep thinking, he didn't want to get involved in the battle of mortals. Anyway, whether it is a hundred years or a thousand years, these flesh and blood will eventually die. 'What's the point?' he couldn't figure out.

Siegel didn't give up, he cast a spell to sweep away the rubbish and dust attached to the golem, and then moved the mushrooms and moss to the side. The Clay Golem's body was revealed, still strong and sturdy. If you look closely, you can see some dark red runes deep in the cracks in the clay. Originally, these were silver, carved by the dwarven runemaster when he made the golem. But the dragon's blood stained the runes red, giving them mysterious powers, and that's what made Red.

Seeing that the Golem ignored him, Siegel guessed that there should be the right way to activate the Golem. He searched his surroundings first, trying to find the Golem's control necklace - the Golems made by mages often manipulated with something like this. The Dwarven Runemaster uses a different means of control, identifying the bloodline, so there are no controllers around.

"Well, I have no other way but to try Jia Kun's spells. Siegel scratched his head, found the casting materials, and placed them in front of him in turn. "The dragon said you were a sapient golem, so I'm here to try your hand at lockbreaking. ”

I don't have a lock in my body, and I could have moved myself if I wanted to. Red thought, and then his thoughts drifted away again, as he often did. 'Why am I able to think, and where am I thinking?'

Siegel spent more than twenty minutes preparing for the spell, and the light caused by the spell enveloped Red's body, drilling straight into the golem's body. Unbeknownst to the young mage, however, this spell was not originally designed for Red. When Jia Kun came to this ruin, he found two passages. One wants to verify the bloodline, he thinks the dragon's blood can succeed, but the dragon's ghost will sense the dragon's blood breath and attack. The ghost wasn't afraid of most of Jia Kun's magic, but it was enough to put an end to his expedition.

The other passage is guarded by the Warrior Legion, which are imitations of Red, intelligent but soulless. They can complete tasks creatively, but they can't give themselves instructions. Jia Kun's lock-breaking technique was invented in order to pass through the army of warriors.

Red felt itchy under the influence of the spell, and it was a novel experience for him. He tried to stand up and return to his stiff, aloof golem state, but he was able to resist the urge and sat motionless, his eyes closed, on the bench.

The glow of the spell dissipated, and Siegel didn't notice any change in the golem, thinking that the spell had failed. As an apprentice mage, the knowledge of the Golem is too profound, and it is only possible to learn Golem making after studying many disciplines such as spells, occultism, magic circle rituals, summoning and shaping, etc. Siegel had a copy of A Study in Magical Fabrication in the Folding Fortress - there were originally two copies, but the Knox Guild took one. He also opened it at his leisure, and only about 10% of the text was there, and he could understand what it meant, and the rest was completely incomprehensible. He also went to the Mage Federation to check the names of the authors: Lynch and Ossos, but these two people are not recorded, and may just be conjectures written down in this book by ordinary country mages.

However, there are a few passages that Siegel remembers very well: Lynch once said that he had encountered a golem with a soul, and that the process was "full of pain and horror", and that "the condition for self-consciousness is to know life and death", but even the most brilliant mages "have difficulty in solving this problem". Therefore, it is difficult for mages to actively create intelligent golems. On the contrary, some deities, through the hands of priests, are "on a very small chance" of being able to accomplish this process. "So I think I can't study this until I become a god," Lynch notes, "and I gave up on it." ”

The first sentence made him think it made sense, but the latter sentence led Siegel to believe that the book must have been written by some country mage with a fever. However, this book is a commemoration of the adventure of the Dragon and Lion Cliff, and it seems to be very well made, so it was kept.

"Alright Golem, there's nothing I can do about it. Siegel gave up the spell, straightened up and said, "I can't guess your control instructions, and I only have so many spells at my disposal, and there is really nothing to do at the moment." I'd love you to help, but I'm going to save my friend without you. It's a matter of life and death, and I can't think about it so much. ”

With that, Siegel patted the clay golem, stuffed several bites into his mouth, rechecked his equipment, left the workshop, and followed the instructions on the map to the "Temple of the Short Feet", where the dragon had said that the blood mage was there.

As he approached his destination, Siegel had already extinguished the light of his wand, and he tried to slow down his steps, reduce his breathing, and move over step by step. He heard a weak breath in the distance, as if a patient who had been suffering from illness for a long time was taking out his last strength to fight death. Then he saw a glowing blood-red glow, accompanied by a crackling sound similar to lightning. Only then could he hear loud screams and bursts of hysterical laughter accompanied by asthma.

Siegel pulled out the dragon's tooth dagger and prepared to throw it, while the obsidian dagger was within easy reach next to his belt. He firmly believes that even blood mages need to chant spells, and they need to make gestures for spells. He only had one chance, and all he had to do was stick the dagger into the mage's heart, and it could all be over.

He walked slowly closer to the room, where the door was just an arched hollow with no panels. The source of the light seems to be a flickering wind lamp on the roof of the Dipfoot Hall. The dim light shone on the pillars of the temple, casting a hideous black shadow on the stone walls of the outer passage. Siegel saw a figure in a robe move through the projection of the pillars, and sometimes the room would suddenly brighten, and the figure would become huge, filling all the gaps.

Siegel got closer and closer, his toes sliding over the hot and dry ground without a sound. This is a technique of the elven war dance to maintain a smooth and silent movement of the body's center of gravity. He was calculating the patterns of screams and rays, guessing the layout of the room by the shadows projected. 'Rhythm, timing, and determination' Siegel reminded himself that he worked hard to apply all that he had learned and make everything the best he could in order to fight for a favorable situation.

The Blood Mage looked at Prince Aaron hanging from the wall with satisfaction, all the royal family coveted eternal life, so he could heal his wounds with a superb blood magic potion and lure him into this trap. The Knox Federation arranged the attack, and the crimson magic tower they built was so powerful in controlling the mind that even the ogre priest of the god of murder could control it. But the blood of the king is so important, how could it be given up for the sake of a trivial political gain? Sending the Lamp God was a risky move, and luckily neither the Knox Guild nor the Mage Federation found out. The blood of the king was lured into the dragon trap, and there was a magic array where the dwarves tried to extract the power of the dragon's blood, and there was a possibility of success in changing their lives against the blood.

The blood of the golden dragon is a windfall, I didn't expect the king's bastard son Evan to actually have the blood of the golden dragon, the Dawn Guards are difficult to entangle, their magic armor can weaken most of the magic, but the blood magic can still deal enough damage, they quickly lose their ability to fight. One person can contribute divine blood, while others can water the dragon's horn, slowly triggering a confrontation with the ancient dragon's bloodline, giving the blood mage a chance to steal the bloodline's spells.

The Prince's teacher, Count Todd, is a tough old fellow, but the mortal blood in his body can be used as a good auxiliary material, which can reduce the pain of blood transfer. The Blood Mage now has four bloodlines and thought he would have to wait for the Elder Dragon's Blood, but he has discovered a new alternative material - in the Hall of Skulls, he has found an assassin who has broken in by mistake, and she can actually kill the apprentice with a dagger. However, it was clear that the powerful protective spell at the entrance caused the assassin to finally lose his hold and faint, so he obtained a fifth bloodline, the Demon Descendant.