crown of stars

Ivory combs were thrown randomly on the thick carpet, distorted portraits were reflected on the silver fruit bowl, and expensive grapes were scattered everywhere.

Taklin clutched his chest tightly, as if he wanted to use this action to calm his beating heart.The golem and gargoyle were unresponsive, as motionless as a real statue.

"Who are you?" The gray dwarf warlock wiped away the sweat that didn't exist, and realized that it was unnecessary from the moment he spoke.

"The person who came to ask for your help." The visitor threw a small bag to the ground.

With an agility that didn't match his age, Tuckling ducked behind the pillar, far away from the small bag.

"No, I don't believe you. What do you want, you want my head? Hang my body on the flagpole?" The duergar shrank his body as small as he could, so that the pillar could completely cover his newly fattened body.He has entered his old age, and although his strength is constantly growing, his aging body can no longer carry his too large spiritual energy.

"No, I don't need any of these. Your status, your wealth, your power... I am not interested in any of these things." Messiah replied.

He was answered by the warlock's oncoming attack.

The psion's attack was formless and formless, his soul first suffered a hammer-like attack, and almost at the same time, he was whipped again.

One blow worked, Taklin showed a satisfied smile, turned the ring on his thumb, and the short and fat figure disappeared on the terrace.

Messiah became angry in a rare way, and the pain of the soul shock made the two souls go into a rage at the same time, and the dissociated power made the whole room tremble.

People outside the tavern screamed and rushed into the tavern, and the shell wind chimes on the door frame rattled non-stop.The person who hid in the tavern sat on a chair in shock, holding a glass of wine and began to whisper.

Tom heard the unusual noise in the back kitchen, and came out with a spoon in his hands, his apron splashed with oil.

"Hey, you, Elton, come here." The tavern owner waved the bartender who was running around to return to the counter, and leaned into the ear of the brunette bartender, "What happened just now?"

"Boss, I was listening and you called me over. I haven't finished listening yet."

Before the bartender finished speaking, he was slapped on the head.

"You slicker, I don't know yet, tell me quickly! Be careful not to deduct your wages!"

The bartender shrugged and told his immediate boss what happened.

"You mean, someone broke into the Lord Lord's palace on the mountain?"

"Uncle Tom, if you don't believe me, go out and see for yourself. So many people have seen it, and the lord's palace is still there." The brunette bartender was obviously very unhappy about this, and pointed directly to the door.

Tom opened the stone door, apparently to watch the fun.Elton took the dirty rag, rubbed it on the counter pretendingly, and walked away humming an unknown song.

A shattered golem smashed into the magic circle, and the shattered and dissipated magic disrupted the flow of teleportation magic.Taklin stood helplessly in the ruins, raising his hands to express his surrender.

A slender blade broke through the smoke and dust, and rested on his neck.

The cuts of the white stone pillars were neatly shattered into pieces, the remains of gargoyles and golems were scattered on the ground, steel arrows were stabbed obliquely on the marble, and traces of lightning and frost were everywhere.

The stench of scorched blood and flesh permeated the most proud palace in Taklin.

"You've won! You've won! Stop! Don't smash my palace!" shouted the duergar.

"I wanted to ask you to do something, but you messed it up." Messiah suppressed his anger, and the wound deep in his soul was still aching.

"No one can force me to do something I don't want, not even those damn black skins!" Taklin was almost furious, but the cold blade pressed him back against his neck.

"But I can."

The old gray dwarf's face was almost dilated with anger, and his gray skin was flushed with anger, and finally he had to admit that he couldn't resist him at all.He is old and has long lost the vigor of his youth. He only wants to spend his old age in the palace instead of expanding his territory outward.

The bottom line is that he rejected the other party's request for peace, and then attacked the opposite guy who might have the blood of the heavens.In the end, his palace was reduced to ruins, and it was only his own fault.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?"

The cloth bag full of pearls was blown up by the breeze and fell into Messiah's palm, and a few malachite green pearls rolled out.

The old gray dwarf's eyes were immediately glued to the few small pearls, and the things he had pursued tirelessly for half his life were just lying in the opponent's palm.

It is not only a precious jewel, but also an extremely precious magic material and medicine raw material.He didn't dare to go down to the lake to search for it without leaving any bones, and powerful adventurers were not foolish enough to risk their lives for a few gold coins, so he guarded the lake for the rest of his life.

Anyway, there is a golden mountain under the lake, he can't get it, and neither can others.Taklin, who was in his prime at the time, thought so, and built his palace on the mountain, overlooking his territory day and night.

Messiah collected the pearl and put it in his arms, shielding the old gray dwarf from his greedy eyes.Taklin unconsciously took a few steps forward, his eyes still fixed on Messiah's waist.Messiah frowned unobtrusively, turned sideways and put the pearl bag out of sight.

"I originally wanted to give you all this bag of pearls," the gray dwarf's eyes were almost shining, "but you wasted my time, caused me to suffer losses, and aroused my anger—"

Taklin touched his neck, watching the opponent's blade turning around on his neck, for fear of accidentally cutting off a blood vessel.After struggling mentally for a long time, I couldn't help but take out a white pearl from my pocket and crush it vigorously.

There was an inconspicuous light on the psion's gray skin, and Taklin quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your reward is your own life. Mr. Warlock, I think your reward is even more precious now." Messiah confiscated the pearls that were originally given to the Warlock, watching him with great interest in his distressed expression.

"Yes! Then we will set off now, my lord!"

On the small island in the middle of Shadow Lake stands a tall clock tower, the masterpiece of gnomes and dwarves, which will automatically strike the hour every hour.

As the clock tower strikes the eighth strike, the Shell Tavern welcomes an unusual guest.The tavern was overcrowded, and no one noticed that Messiah was following behind a gray dwarf who looked like an upstart with rings on his hands.

"Welcome." Elton greeted the gray dwarf enthusiastically. This kind of person is a big customer at first glance, and the gold coins falling from his fingers are a lot of income.

The boss sneaked a glance at the door, his whole body stiffened, and a flattering expression appeared on his rough face.

He had a very bad premonition.The beautiful and fierce guy asked him about the lord just now, and now the guy is back, bringing a gray dwarf with him.

My spoon knows who the duergar is.The owner of the tavern had a small calculation in mind, could it be that the lord here is about to change?The duergar had ruled the lake since he first arrived decades ago, and it was time for a stronger one.There are almost no nobles who have died in the dark area, and the tavern owner thought in fear, he didn't offend the new lord just now, did he?

Tom bowed deeply to the Lord of Shadow Lake, old and new.

The gray dwarf glared at the big and round tavern owner, and nodded again with the arrogance that belonged to the lord in his heart.

"Hey, get me a bottle of your best wine, and charge that guy with the silver hair."

The tavern owner was all smiles, hurriedly ran into the wine cellar, and personally selected the most mellow cellar.Messiah tolerantly tolerated the temper of his defeated opponent, sitting on the stool with legs crossed, waiting for the gray dwarves who were in urgent need of venting to find fault everywhere.

"If the shadow lake in your mind hasn't corroded your brain, you should know, as a loser, whether you yell and get your head chopped off, or lower your posture to win the chance to live." Drow The mage came out of the half-elf's room with the bowl in his hand, and the bitter taste of the potion still remained in the bowl in his hand.

The psionist choked for a moment, as if he was about to have an attack, and finally took a peek at Messiah sitting on the chair, and choked back in a low voice.

"I almost forgot, apart from the illithids, you are the most notorious guys in the underground. Any fool knows what will happen if you let the dark elves be his subordinates, don't you, black skin?"

The scene envisioned in the duergar's mind didn't happen, and the drow mage looked at him like he was looking at an idiot, which bored him a lot, but he finished the next sentence gloomily.

"He defeated me and you, and you guys can't beat him! I know what you black skins are thinking, pretending to submit, being driven like a dog, pretending to be able to die for the master, and then Stabbing in the back? This is your usual trick, and then go back with your booty, claim credit for your coquettish mistress, and pray for the love of that disgusting big spider?"

Nafin showed him a mocking smile, and Taklin felt that his IQ was insulted.

"I'm sorry, shorty, it's true that we can't beat this lord together, but it doesn't mean that you can beat him with a dozen. Even if it is ten times more, plus stabbing in the back, it is still impossible to win the battle It is not a disgrace, it is an honor for Drow to follow the strong, especially the strong who can ignore the power of the Spider Queen. In addition, you said that fools know it just now, and I want to hear the opinion of that adult."

The mage ended the struggle between duergar and drow, the old enemy race, with a short sentence, raised his chin, and walked down the stairs in a victorious gesture.

"Hurry up! Don't keep your lord waiting."

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