Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1098

[Chapter 1090 White Dragon]

“Are you here to play ‘Guess Guess’, I thought this kind of game was no longer popular among the children of Faerun 140,000 years ago”?

He didn’t have the heart to guess what good news and bad news, and the punk with no sense of humor ignored Anthony’s “guessing invitation” at all. Maybe it was because he was nervous and thinking about many reasons. When the friendly smile turned into a friendly smile, the caster felt that his cynicism had become more familiar than usual.

For example, at this time, his jokes directly choked the embarrassed Pastor Morning Star.

And staring at the “Whisper of Destruction” who was completely expressionless and his eyes were cold and dark, the “Pure Glow” who frowned finally could only shake his head and give up the idea of selling the lawsuit and said directly:

“Well, well, actually the “good news” I said is also related to Iberfeld, you know? Not only did this guy Marta really go to the frontier farmland of the Karamus Empire to purify the crops , she also killed several abyss sub-lords who were wandering around… This process may not be a good thing, after all, the idiots of the Zhentalin Society have almost stopped opening new abyss rifts. The existing, The legendary demons that descended on the plane of Faerun can be said to be one less dead. The scale of victory in the war has been slowly tilting towards the Karamus Empire, but it was about two days ago, the “just girl” who didn’t know the proportions. What we do is truly worthy of our joy.”

The language happily expounded his thoughts, and Anthony, whose eyes were shining brightly, had obviously planned a new conspiracy.

Next, I saw that the “good” priest of the “neutral and lawful” camp continued to describe the glorious achievements of the “Valkyrie” while taking out a blank magic scroll from the magic ring and laying it on the dim in the dead air.

Afterwards, he pointed to the clear image slowly emerging on the scroll and said to Punk with a “friendly smile” on the corner of his mouth:

“Look at what good things our little girl found? I think she must have never thought about the consequences of her righteous act of “eradicating evil”… Anyway, I personally think this is definitely what she found for us a good opportunity to advance the planning process, what do you think?”

The scroll floating in the air at this moment is obviously a magic scroll, and its effect should be to present a real-time scene captured by a hidden surveillance with magic. At this moment, the characters displayed on the scroll are a total of There are three, one is “Justice Girl” Iberfeld, who looks tired and her blond hair is a little messy, and the other is “Little Brother” Tuota, who is still following her to help.

These two “volunteers” with kindness and courage seemed to be rushing back to the Horaka line of defense all the way.

But the core events monitored by Anthony are obviously not these. The most important thing is that behind them… A huge creature like a hill that is tightly bound by several layers of chains covered with scarlet bloodstains is being watched by the two with solemn expressions. The legendary warriors pulled fast and uttered a shrill and resentful wailing sound and struggled violently in vain.

That is a white dragon! Legendary White Dragon!

“Legendary white dragon of level 23, “Princess of Winter” – Seralin-Hantooth”?

Staring at the behemoth in a state of confusion in the image on the scroll with some doubts, the punk who was not without doubts easily recognized the identity of this guy.

Although the legendary white dragon at this time seems to have been scarred to the point of being almost fragmented, the place where she should have grown two pairs of wings and strong limbs has become a neat and smooth cut of flesh and blood, almost reduced to a “dragon”. More than half of the scales of Seralin’s body were dyed red by the solidified blood, but from the information provided by the “President”, I had seen the pictures and information of this “Winter Princess” Morning Star. The wizard still recognized her signature curved horns at a glance.

But now it’s a little strange and unexpected—how could this giant dragon, who has twenty-three warlock levels, is good at melee combat and flexible flight, and is not low in intelligence, somehow become a prisoner of Iberfiel?

“Did our Lady Marta go to the stronghold of the Zhentarim to “declare war”?”

Quite surprised to ask Anthony, Punk’s heart also quickly thought about how to use this time to stir up the storm.

Beside him, Anthony, who had already put away the scroll, spread his hands helplessly and explained:

“That’s right, anyway, I think Ms. Seralin will feel very wronged. After all, she is just flying on the border of Karamus to inspect the progress of the demon invasion as usual. According to the unspoken rules of this war, there is no such thing as People have reasons to attack her. However, her luck is really bad. Her Excellency the “Valkyrie”, who has a righteous heart, has some spare time because she has cleaned up most of the sub-lords. At the same time, she is obviously not I agree with the existence of the so-called “unspoken rules”, so…that’s what happened.”

“…”

Well, it seems that no matter how good the old fritters are, once they meet the “unreasonable” idiots, they are completely helpless. Think about it carefully, if the red-robed mages can usually open up a few more abyss cracks and release them a few more times. The level lord came to fight, does this white dragon still have a chance to escape?

However, there is no if in the world. Now, most of the scattered morning star-level abyss rifts on the frontier of Karamus have been closed by Punk and Anthony, and ordinary abyss rifts are also due to Iberfiel’s almost sleepless battles and Zhentalin. There is not much left for the laziness of the relevant person in charge of the meeting. Therefore, when the “Valkyrie” who vowed to fight evil to the end has the leisure to point the finger at the legendary members of the red-robed mages who have never “rescue teammates”, some of them go to work. The old fritters who did not do their best had to pay the price for their perfunctory actions.

Saying that retribution is coming—the unlucky Princess Seraline sang songs in the cold wind in the sky, chewed elemental crystals and looked at the scenery… Suddenly she was cut down by someone!

“It’s nothing to be defeated. It’s the most interesting thing to be caught alive. It seems that Iberfeld is trying to take advantage of the poor lady with cold teeth? But with such a painful lesson, I think old Aiman Those disobedient subordinates should not dare to continue to perfunctory or even have nothing to do with them.”

Reaching out and touching his smooth chin, the still expressionless punk quickly analyzed the most likely root cause of Iberfeld’s failure to “kill the evil” on the spot.

Of course, compared to the details of the childish thoughts of “Valkyrie”, “Whispers of Destruction” is more concerned with the specific reactions of the ordinary legendary old fritters of the Zhentalin Society.

It’s something that everyone will be worried about if it’s a fake show. After all, even after Punk was attacked once by that madman Walkway, he wouldn’t dare to let the morning star’s abyss fissure bloom everywhere around his residence, so when he was a white dragon When they are cut into “dragon sticks” and displayed as trophies for exhibition, will the mad evil mages also have the opportunity to experience the tangled troubles of “the death of the rabbit and the fox”?