Embarrassment of Golden Dragon Tails

The square in Bollinger City is very lively today.Almost half of the city's residents gathered around the square, sticking their heads out from the roofs, windows, and other people's shoulders, and looking into the center of the square.

In the center of the square, on a high pile of firewood, stands a cross-shaped burning frame, and an evil mage is tied to the burning frame.The cold wind in early spring rolled up his ragged black robe, revealing the layers of scars on his body.The scars and clotted blood made people more excited, sparking a burst of cheers.

Today is the No. 13 day when Vera was caught.On this day, he will be publicly burned.

Vera stood on the firewood pile, looking coldly at the crowd under her feet.Everything was similar to the dream. He was firmly tied to the stake, his mouth was gagged, and the pyre under his feet was soaked in oil. Shafar stood aside with a torch in his hand, waiting for the Bishop of Soren to read the crimes of the mage. , light the pyre, and let the flames purify his soul.

What was different from the dream was that there were twenty or so battle priests guarding the square, and Tufete sat among them without any image, with a lazy smile on his face, and tilted his head to read a book.On the city wall not far away, the four crossbows looked even more dangerous under the gloomy sky.

He is going to die.

After more than ten minutes at most, the pyre will be ignited and he will be burned alive.Vera's body shivered imperceptibly in the cold wind.Up to now, he no longer fears death.However, he was still uncontrollably afraid, afraid of being burned alive by the flames.The flames will engulf his clothes, burn his skin, and evaporate his blood. In the flames, he will let out a dull and shrill scream, twist his body desperately, and please the spectators with the pain of death. These executioners who took him to the stake.

He was not reconciled, not reconciled to die in the hands of these people, making his own death a topic of conversation.

However, there is nothing he can do but wait, waiting for his impending death.

Vera looked over the boiling crowd and fell into the distance.There, there are rolling hills.

And somewhere in the mountains, there is a golden dragon's lair.And farther away, out of sight, is his former home.Vera's eyes softened, she turned a deaf ear to the noisy human voice, and immersed herself in her own memories.

He has always done his own way, without regard for others.In the 29 years he spent, he abandoned his responsibilities, failed his expectations, and persistently and unscrupulously pursued everything he really wanted.

Now, he lost his fingers, lost the strength he was proud of, lost everything he was looking for, and even... lost his dignity.

If he hadn't become a mage, maybe he would never have faced this situation.He can be clothed in rich clothes and live in good food, and live in peace and health for the rest of his life.

However, when he was about to lose his life, unexpectedly, he had no regrets, but... some regrets.

It's a pity that I can't see Tails for the last time before leaving.

Vera gently closed her eyes, then opened them again, staring at the distant mountains with gentle eyes.

"burn!"

"burn!"

"burn!"

"Burn him!"

"Devil's believer! Meet your doom in the raging flames!"

The uproar of voices and Bishop Soren's roar interrupted Vera's memory.The crime has been read out, and under the cold eyes of Velassen, Shafar smiled like a poisonous snake, raised a torch, and walked towards him...

Death is coming.

When the torch was about to be lit, a cloud of gray-white mist spread across the square, obscuring everyone's sight.Immediately afterwards, countless vines appeared out of thin air, and quickly formed a dense net above people's heads.

Covered by the mist, a twenty-foot-long golden dragon swooped over the people's heads, heading straight for the high woodpile.

The moment he saw the mage, Tails' heart twitched.The mage looked very tragic, with ragged clothes, scars all over his body, his hands were swollen and purple, and he was tightly fixed on the stake by shackles.On the mage's cheeks, seven or eight deep welts criss-crossed. They seemed to have just been scarred, and blood was even oozing from the edges.These wounds stung Tails' eyes. He hurriedly cast spells to melt the shackles on the mage's wrists, scratched the ropes on the mage's legs, grabbed the mage accurately and carefully with his right paw, and flew forward.

The mist was quickly dispelled. Amidst the people's screams, Shafar shouted and directed the reacting battle priests to deal with the golden dragon.At the same time, in response to Tufete's gesture, the four crossbow machines were quietly lifted up. On top of them, the tips of the five-foot-long crossbow arrows shone with cold light, ready to go.

The crossbow aimed at the golden dragon and the mage it was holding.

Towers spit out a debilitating flame downwards, swept across the roof amidst people's screams, and flew out of the city.

Divine spells wrapped in golden light came one after another, hitting the magic shield around him.Soon, the cover began to crack.Tails hurriedly threw down all the ten scrolls he was holding.

The scroll unfolded in the air, and countless vines stretched out in the air, isolating the priests from above.At the same time, Tails threw a foul-smelling ash cloud behind him.

The protective magic has disappeared, he must hurry up and leave.

Tails flapped his wings desperately to speed up.

At this moment, a crossbow bolt pierced through the air and pierced deeply into his wing membrane.

Tails's movements obviously stopped, he gritted his teeth, and continued to fly forward.

Crossbow arrows came one after another, and each one was aimed at Tais's relatively fragile membrane and belly. Tais changed directions left and right, trying to get rid of these sharp arrows.Now Vera was hanging in the air, having just dislodged the gag with her tongue and arms.Vera had tightly hooked Tails' paw, staring coldly down, thinking about what else she could do.

At this moment, he saw the crossbow bolt pierced into Tais' wing membrane.The arrow was nailed to the soft golden wing membrane, and the tail kept trembling.Blood oozed from the wound, trickled down the arrow shaft, and dripped into the air.Vera's pupils constricted.His eyes fell on those crossbows, extremely cold.

Another crossbow roared, pointing directly at Tais' abdomen.Seeing that it was difficult for Tails to avoid it, and it was obviously too late to cast the spell, Vera gritted her teeth, exerted all her strength with her arms, and swung her body violently in the air...

Then, he let out a barely audible muffled grunt.

Perceiving Vera's movements, Tails asked in a low voice, "Mage, can you deal with them?"

The mage's calm voice came from below: "I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to cast spells."

"why?"

"They broke my fingers. But..." Vera's voice carried a dangerous smile, "I'll let them know that mages don't just have fingers."

After the voice fell, Vera sang quickly and clearly.The incantation he chanted was very strange, very different from what Tars had heard before.

The arrows dissolved one after another, and an invisible barrier blocked the golden dragon, blocking the attacks of the priests.

Amid the furious yelling and cursing of the enemy, the golden dragon rose higher and higher, and flew farther and farther, leaving Brin City far behind.

When Brin City disappeared on the horizon, Tails felt relieved and asked the mage, "Hey, mage, are you still alive?"

He didn't hear the mage's answer.

Tails panicked.He landed hurriedly and carefully placed the mage in the grass.Turn your head and look carefully.

The mage lay in the grass, breathing weakly.Under the vertical and horizontal welts, there was no blood on his face.The mage's hands were swollen, his fingers twisted strangely.And the most frightening thing is the mage's left leg.A five-foot-long crossbow bolt pierced his thigh, and blood oozed from the wound, soaking the tattered trousers and staining the mage's bare soles red.

The chest cavity was blocked by invisible things, and there were bursts of soreness, and the heart was strangled by thorns. Before he knew it, Tails's eye sockets were moist.After bestowing the blessing of life on the mage, he changed back into a human form, knelt half-kneeled in the grass, broke off the arrow, tore off the mage's trousers, pressed the wound on the mage's leg, grasped the dark arrow shaft with trembling fingers, gritted his teeth, Pulled it out abruptly.

Blood spurted out, and the mage let out a painful moan in a coma.Tails tightly pursed his lips, held his breath, pressed the bloody wound, and healed the mage.

Soft golden light flowed down Tails' palm, covering the wound, and soon, the wound stopped bleeding and began to form scars.

Seeing that the mage's face had improved, Tails turned back into a dragon shape, carefully held the mage between his claws, and flew towards the rolling mountains.

The mage was seriously injured, and the pursuers could appear at any time, so he had to hurry up.