Twenty Sided Dice

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All-out war was already in Siegel's mind, his eyes hadn't seen it yet, but he had smelled it, from the gilded letter in front of him.

"What is this, the most precious and indestructible paper in the legend, a paper made by adding a special formula of pure gold to the pulp, and then pressing it with the power of the earth?" Siegel did not open the letter in front of the messenger, but It was slowly observing with interest. "I remember that at the top of Mora, the price of this kind of paper was 5,000 gold coins, and it was not a special ink for special configuration. Only magician-level spells are worthy of this kind of paper, so don't tell me. , it's just a normal greeting inside."

The dwarf standing opposite Siegel was polite and waved with a smile. He and Siegel had known each other long ago, when Siegel was locked in a cage in the back of the wagon. Gerald Bougainvillea said: "Lord Siegal, this is an invitation to attend the meeting that will be held on the Holy Ship: The Unsinkable Ship. Our king of dwarves greets all the intelligent races and the mighty in the world. The leaders of the organization sent out invitations to discuss important matters."

Siegel nodded, his sense of smell was indeed correct. The wording in the letter is sincere and polite, fully affirming the importance of the Association of Mages in the New World. "There is no mention of Heim's collar in it. This is a letter to the Federation, not mine."

Embarrassed, Gerald took out another letter from his pocket: fine parchment and gilded decoration, written in ink mixed with the blood of a blue dragon.

"Aha, this is for the Earl of Heimland, the only mage lord on the continent, Siegel Squid." Siegel put the two letters in front of him, then stretched out his hand to Gerald the dwarf again, and said Said: "There should be another letter. That letter is the important letter that decides everything."

The dwarf nodded, took off his backpack, and took out a scroll tied with a string. This scroll just uses normal leaf pulp paper. Regular ink available at any grocery store. It's just that the person who wrote the letter is Erinte, so this letter is more important than the other two.

Siegel read the letter carefully. Without any hesitation, he said directly to the dwarf: "The Federation will participate in this meeting, and the specific Mage needs to be decided by the Security Council. No matter who is elected, I will also participate as the lord of Heim Land."

"The dwarf is very honored to welcome you. The meeting will be held in ten months. I will stay in Heimland and lead the way for you."

"Speaking of not sinking the stone boat, where did the dwarves put it?"

"Right in the middle of the ocean between the two continents. The plan is to dock at Brookwood in seven months. Then sail to the Old Continent. Participants in the Old Continent will board the Unsinkable Ship on other ships."

"Seven months later, in Ximu Town, I understand, I won't miss something as big as that." Siegel said: "The latest news I got is that the gate of adamantine on the top of Mora is completely open, and it is already possible to Is it true to let other than dwarves in and out?"

"Yes, I think your news is correct." Gerald hesitated, then said: "Your Excellency, there is another news I think you should know. Mora's Top has now changed the management organization, and the three The Ascend family is no longer privileged. The gem family provided gold coins and building materials through the Dwarf Council in the construction of Heimland. They are trying to recover. Also, they have discovered the passage through the east and west under the walled mountains."

Siegel raised his head and looked at Gerald the dwarf with astonishment. Asked: "Why are you telling me this? It's your dwarves' internal affairs, isn't it treasonous to tell me?"

The dwarf's beard trembled, and he raised his eyes to look directly at Siegel with firm conviction in his eyes. "Because it was right. Although the old administrators made mistakes and misinterpreted the meaning of the Patronus and caused losses, they are trying to make up for it and the dwarves can continue. But the new administrators are inexperienced, Only impulsive minds and arrogant cognitions. It doesn't do dwarves any good."

"But they're still the leaders chosen by the dwarves." Siegel waved his hand and said, "Gerald. Sit down and have a drink. We've known each other for a long time. You took care of me and treated me fairly. . I've always kept it in my mind. But, I'm not a dwarf, so why should I care where a dwarf leader leads a dwarf?"

"I can't answer you, Lord Siegel." Gerald shrank in his chair, slumped his shoulders, and wiped his eyes with his beard, where there was some moisture. "I'm on the front, Lord Siegel. When my comrades die, I'll sing battle songs to bid them farewell; I'll take axe and shield, and march for them; I'll praise valor on the flesh of the enemy Fearless sacrifice. But I couldn't do it before the battle started, couldn't watch my brothers fail at the orders of a stupid commander - failure is more terrible and shameful than death. I used to think of nothing but martial arts, victory And more victories. But death makes people think, and when the things I care about are shattering around me, piece by piece, I have to stop and think..."

"It hurts to think too much, doesn't it?" Siegel nodded and said to him gently, "Gerald, I feel the same way. When I first embarked on an adventure, where did I think about it? So many things. My own life? Gains and losses? The trade-off of interests? I will challenge two trolls for a stranger who is almost dead. There is no backup, no retreat, no mature martial arts, only Self-inflated confidence and boiling blood. Luck is on my side, so I can now live to think."

Siegel ordered the servant golem to bring two horns of Shield River Ale, took one for himself, then walked up to Gerald with the other, and handed it to him. "Drink it, Gerald, and toast—as a friend—and listen to me."

"Have I gotten sane after surviving a troll? No. When I heard that the northern orc army was going south and invaded the civilized world, I thought I could save the world and become the hero of the story. Why not? My talent in magic was already revealed at the time, my swordsmanship could easily beat my peers, and the combination of the two made me unstoppable. I embarked on an unknown journey, I didn't think about what to do, only I knew I was going to do it, and I did it."

Siegel thought of Janet: "Good things happened to me," he said, "and bad things happened to me. I won and I lost. Naked* thrown into the underground river of the Walled Mountains. After all kinds of adventures, I thought I had become the triumphant hero in a storybook. In the end I found myself nothing but a marionette under a prophetic mage's fate directive. I'm not saying that being a marionette is a failure, there is no such thing as Meaning. Even as a master, with the power to destroy and create, I'm still a marionette: pulled by responsibility, compassion, trust, love, and a heart that wants to be recognized and admired."

"I know how to get rid of these lines, and all I need is a thought to turn the things that limit me into the dust of history and free the most powerful and purest mages. But I don't want to do that, because doing that I won't even be able to. There will be no regrets, my memory, my history have lost the value of aftertaste. Everything in the world has changed from a good book to me with relish. It has become a simple alphabet, alpha is omega (the beginning is the end ), z is."

"You said that you have learned to think now, and you want to help the dwarves on the top of Mora through me. I am afraid you have prepared many reasons to convince me along the way. I can think of these, and I only need a thought to go through your thoughts. . But now I have only one request: take your seat and listen to me!"

Siegel took Gerald's shoulders, pressed him into the chair, and stood up. His eyes twinkled: "I'm a mage, I'm a man. I'm not a **** who always forgives and forgives." He took a step back, and suddenly he was staggeringly tall—at least the dwarves felt—black Shadow tentacles waved on the wall behind Siegel. Gerald rubbed his eyes, realizing it was just an illusion.

"The trouble caused by the dwarves. Why do you want me to help? Is it because I'm the closest? You feel sorry for your compatriots, but who cares about my anger?" Jetted out from the crevices, with devastating heat. "I understand the truth, I know what it means to die, I know that we need to face the reality and face the future now, and I know that only unity can win in the end - but this does not quell my anger! You dwarves want to dig, just dig. The entire city wall mountain range belongs to you, but you want to dig out a crystal wall system. You also want to conquer that world. Now you find that you have failed, and even the saints of the dwarf patron saints have entered. Then you started asking for help. It's that simple? If you want me to say, I'll let you die!"

"Do you know what's best for me?" Siegel held the hilt in his hand, pulled out the Stardust and put it back, back and forth, making a swishing sound. "I remember the location of the mines in the City Wall Mountains. I have powerful elemental circles and teleportation circles. I should dig the ore I need when the dwarves have no time to look after him, build my weapons and troops, and use your dwarves' Life is a wall of flesh. When the goblins fought back and finally used up all the essence of the dwarves, I first destroyed Mora's Top, buried the crystal wall passage on the roof of the world, and then attacked from other places they didn't find. Use the dwarves as death squads And the Vanguard is the best plan for me."

"In order to save the cost of war, I will use the magic circle of Heim Land to create skeletons and zombie soldiers from the corpses of your dwarves, so that the natural disaster of the undead and the army of goblins will fight. No matter what magic and technology the goblins have mastered~www .readwn.com~ I have the confidence to crack it."

"True heroes can only be sung by the victors who survive. As the initiators and martyrs of wars, dwarves will leave a reputation for thousands of years of revulsion in history. Over-comprehension, causing trouble, and self-destruction are your footnotes in the history books. When the elves violated the racial covenant and started wars, the dwarves stood by and carried out their big plans. Well, I also have plans to carry out now, and I can also close the border."

"Not only the border of Heimland, but I will also block the passage from the north to the top of Mora. Not a single living thing, not a grain of food can reach the top of Mora from under my eyes. Forbidden rune magic circle? Bah! I can drown the entire city wall mountain range with elemental tides! I will seal the ground and sky with lightning, flames and acid poisonous air, and isolate the space with violent elements. None of the saints can approach the realm of the dwarves unscathed."

"I will use the most gorgeous magic in the world to build your dwarf's coffin!" Siegel stared at Gerald and said, "Dwarf, tell me, what can stop me from doing this?"

Gerald was silent for a moment, looking into Siegel's eyes, confronting, thinking, and then a word floated from under his beard: "You're a good man, that's the only thing that can stop you." To be continued.)