Twenty Sided Dice

"Don't be kidding, why do I have to climb Mora's Peak again?" Siegel said: "Heimland has a lot of things to do now, and I have to continue to learn spells and spells... Erinte, tell me the truth. , did something happen?"

The dwarf snorted twice and nodded slightly. Siegel knew that the old dwarf must have something important to say, so he sent Maul away and took Erint to a secluded place.

"You know me, if you encounter any trouble, I will help you obliged." Siegel said: "You are not only my friend, but also my teacher. I can have the opportunity to become a mage and become a lord. Because of your help, I won't forget that."

Erinte rubbed her big nose, spit **** the ground, and then said: "It's actually an internal matter of our dwarves, and it involved you. Remember what I told you about the westward dwarves, And their leader, Rock Diamond? Originally they planned to settle here and avoid the sight of other dwarves, but the situation has changed. I don't know who is doing the trick, making these dwarves think they are exiled and banished forever If you leave the dwarf's territory, even the clan name will be erased. These are good explanations, they finally understand that this is being used by others, but the gap has been created and it is difficult to make up. To put it bluntly, they do not trust you and think you are just a Human guards, their jailers."

"Am I not considered a member of the dwarves?" Siegel said. "I should have this right the day I climb up and become the hero of the summit. Don't many people see it?"

"Not including them." Erinte felt very embarrassed. After all, denying the truth was no different from lying, and it made him even more ashamed that this kind of thing happened to the dwarf. "This is just an introduction. Their real purpose is to return to their respective families. The nine spokespersons of our three major families believe that there are dwarves from other families who want to continue to promote the westward movement. Easy to handle."

"The temple of the dwarves will not sit idly by, this directly violates the oracle, doesn't it?"

"The oracle said that the dwarves on the top of Mora were not allowed to go west. But what if a family left the top of Mora?" Erinte sighed and said, "Other families want to get it on the top of Mora. A higher right to speak, which violates the oath when they came to the top of Mora. But if they see that their attempts have not been realized, what if they are desperate to go out? plan. We will never allow Mora's Top to be divided, and only united dwarves can stand firm in the New World!"

"So what do you decide to do?" Siegel asked.

"In the worst case, the top of Mora will close the gate to the west. In this way, no one can reach the west of the City Wall Mountains, at least the way to climb over the wall will not work." Erinte said: "Our gem family does not want to see this. The situation is now being coordinated. But if you climb the road to the top again in front of everyone, they will never find any reason not to come to you.”

Siegel nodded: "I understand. At least I can hold these people for a while. Let you find the mastermind behind spreading rumors and alienating dwarves."

"That's right," Erint said.

"Then I'll climb again." Siegel agreed immediately. "By the way, it's not that I haven't climbed before."

The lord is about to challenge the way to the top again, which makes the orcs including Humke very excited, and even some of them are eager to try it. However, the way to the top does not allow races of orcs, giants, and goblin blood to try, and the lightning hammer of the dwarf **** will mercilessly smash these blasphemers into powder. In order to avoid misunderstanding with Mora's Peak, Siegel will go with the dwarf Erint, leaving others to protect Heimland.

Janet, as the future hostess of the territory, must stay and handle affairs in place of Siegel. While she understood the responsibility, she was clearly not happy. As the walls of the castle were built higher and higher. Janet only felt that the distance between herself and Siegel was gradually increasing. After a person has multiple identities such as mage, jazz, and lord, does the identity as a fiancé take up less space? She saw that the young lords spent more time experimenting with magic, practicing spells or dealing with the affairs of the territory, and they could only get along with each other when they were eating. On cold nights, Siegel slept alone in a study full of scrolls and notes, while Janet slept in another tent.

He really shouldn't be forced to make an oath, so that he can only face the cold and lonely night alone before the wedding. Janet thought of regret again. She thought she could persevere and arm herself with pride, but she didn't expect to build a cold and solid wall. She now understands that what is more painful than not being able to find is being close at hand but not being able to get it. Originally, he belonged to me nearly one-third of the time every day! Janet screamed in her heart.

This torment kept her awake all night, and her inner contradictions kept her wandering in the carpeted tent. On the one hand she wants to indulge herself and throw herself into Siegel's arms, but on the other hand she has fear. Fear that one's own impulse will destroy the hard-won status quo. It can be said that every night in Heimland is a great test for her. She prayed to the Mother Earth, hoping to be guided, but the "mysterious lady" was in charge of love, and she ignored the lost cat kneeling on the ground with folded hands. The torment intensified when Siegel was gone, and loneliness followed Janet like a curse.

due to lack of sleep. She has been in a trance lately, often can't hear what other people are saying to her, and it is difficult to remember many things she does. But she knew that there were already prescriptions for sleep that were strong and sure. She prepared a dose of this potion and double-checked the dose. After all, a drop of this kind of thing can help a night's sleep, and ten drops is a permanent sleep.

She finally got a good night's sleep, and the next day she felt much better, and she could clearly feel the respect and love from the people around her. However, Feizac is always mysterious, and he chose to avoid him several times when he saw himself. Thinking of this, Janet changed her mind from a prospective lord's wife to a senior spy kitten, secretly keeping up with the one-eyed father.

The castle was designed with Janet's opinion in mind, so it was very unfriendly to spies and spies. The kitten was glad that the castle was not finished yet, and seeing his craftsmen thought he was walking, there was no sneak stalking connection. Janet got to know Feizak's secret as she wished. It turned out that the one-eyed old man got Siegel's secret order and began to prepare for the wedding.

And the whole thing is going to be kept secret from Janet. Be sure to be surprised.

Satisfied, the kitten returned to his tent with a smile. Suddenly, she felt that everything had changed for the better, and Siegel hadn't forgotten their commitment. The plans for lords, castles, and weddings have not changed. Everything seems to have a new meaning: all Siegel's busyness is to get married as soon as possible, so there will be earth elements who work all night on the construction site, and will spend the gold coins in the vault like flowing water to purchase various items. Material. Even Siegel has an explanation for climbing the path to the top again, in order to maintain and strengthen his relationship with the dwarves. If it weren't for the dwarven runemasters and artisans, what year and month would it take for the castle to actually be built?

Having figured this out, she took off her light intimate clothes and prepared to change back to a long, warm dress - the attire that a lord's wife should have. She also wanted to simply put on makeup to make herself look younger and more beautiful. Janet is proficient in the art of makeup and disguise, and it is completely easy to dress up. Even when she picked up the mirror, she was still thinking, if Siegel asked her to constantly change her appearance to please herself, should she agree?

But what was shown in the mirror was not her current face, but a shriveled face mixed with gray and red. There is no muscle beneath the nearly transparent skin. As if it is tightly attached to the skull, it will dry and disappear at any time. The two empty eyes were much smaller than the eye sockets, swaying in the wind, as if they were about to fall. The dry lips were small and flat, encased in stone-like teeth without the slightest reflection. If someone said that this is the offspring of a gargoyle, Janet would probably nod and say yes.

The mirror fell to the ground and shattered, and Janet stroked her face quickly to make sure it had become the horrible look just now. She could still feel her soft, smooth skin, full lips and long, curved lashes on her eyes. Just as she reassured herself that it was just a possible hallucinatory side effect of sleeping pills, she saw her left arm revert to red claws. Losing control of it, he grabbed his throat violently. All her cries were suppressed in her throat, except for a slight "uh, uh" sound, she couldn't make any sound at all.

Janet ran wild. Want to rush out of the tent and seek help from someone outside. The dwarven runemasters are on the construction site not far away, and they will surely save me. But as soon as her thoughts appeared, she found that her legs were tripped by her tail, and she only took one step and fell heavily on the soft and thick carpet. She saw that her tail was no longer a smooth, greasy black tail, but full of scales and knuckles. A long, barbed tail like a scorpion. Janet only felt that it was getting harder and harder to breathe, and she couldn't open her left hand that was holding her throat with her right hand. The terrifying claws didn't let go, holding Janet's trachea and blood vessels firmly in her hands, and using her tail behind her to extinguish any hope of trying to save herself.

Darkness came, but Janet's eyes were blood red. "Dead, die, die," there were constant voices roaring in her ears; "die, die, die," like countless bronze bells echoing in her mind. Her arms and scorpion tail only wanted to kill the nearest creature, and Janet was alone in the lonely tent.

The features on the carpet and the dirt-stained footprints kept magnifying before her eyes, as if that was all the world was. Janet gave up pulling her left hand away and tried to crawl out with her only controllable right arm. But her strength was too small, and the constantly wagging tail added more trouble. She grabbed the boxes by the door and tried to pull herself over, but knocked them over. The cotton and silk brought from the top of Mora were dumped and replaced on the writhing and struggling body.

A gust of breeze blew, the door of the tent opened a corner, and one foot in black soft boots stepped in, and then the other followed silently and quickly before the curtain closed. The owner of this pair of shoes held a long dagger painted black in his hand, and his eyes were looking strangely at the pile of cloth twisting on the ground.

"Best regards from the Uther family." The assassin raised his dagger and stabbed Janet. It only takes one breath to complete this bounty. But from the cloth, a red claw suddenly stretched out, facing the sharp blade of the dagger. There was only a harsh rubbing sound, accompanied by a burst of sparks, the metal was defeated in front of the claws, and was tightly fixed in the air by the red palm, unable to move.

Janet stood up in a daze, only one of her eyes remained red, and the other had long been dyed pure white. "Dead, die, die!" she murmured vague words, a scorpion-like tail flashing past her ear, poking at the assassin's eyes again and again. "Dead, die, die!" The blood and brains ran down the neck, over the silent chest and trembling legs, forming a growing stain on the gray carpet.

Janet breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel her body gradually gaining control, her hands and tail no longer trying to kill herself. She greedily inhaled the cold air, even though it was mixed with the blood and stench of the dead. It took a lot of effort for her to get her body back to its original state, sweat and tears streaming down her face. Janet fell into a chair, and the assassin's dagger slipped from her hand and fell silently on the carpet next to the body.

She sobbed bitterly and regretted the urge to kill welling up inside her. She heard what appeared to be footsteps outside, possibly a patrolling Orc Guard, so she stopped crying and wiped away her tears with the shards of her sleeve. Looking at the assassin who fell in front of him, it was the process of killing him that released the evil thoughts in his heart and calmed the fury of the red claws and tail. She kept adjusting her breath, trying to use her natural abilities. She found that everything was fine now, and that no change was showing signs of getting out of control.

She had heard that some demons would sacrifice to the legendary great devils to gain powerful power, and what she is now experiencing is actually a process of sacrifice. Janet is not interested in power, but thinks that this is all evil done by the ancestors of the devil. Only this thought can make her feel better. She thought that the wedding was approaching and happiness was in sight. In any case, the influence of this matter could not be expanded~www.readwn.com~ Janet didn't want Siegel to know about this matter, and she had to secretly seek a solution.

She forced herself to calm down, then crouched down to examine the assassin's wound. The sting of the scorpion's tail was similar to that of a dagger, and it had turned the assassin's face into a tattered hole that no one could see. So Janet yelled for the guards, and the orc patrols came quickly.

The attack on the lord's wife shocked the territory, and everyone became nervous. People can't help but rejoice in good luck, if it weren't for Janet's skill, maybe the assassin would have succeeded. At Janet's orders, the assassin's body was burnt to ashes, and only his dagger remained to be inspected by Siegel when he returned. This matter cannot be told to the lord for the time being, so as not to affect his path to the summit.

Feizac hired ten more mercenaries to guard around Janet's tent day and night for safety. But she didn't like being surrounded by people, and asked Feizak to send the mercenaries farther away, and her other request also puzzled him.

"One-Eyed Daddy, get me some cats," Janet said. "Even the best assassins can't hide the vigilant cats. They'll protect me from evil." (To be continued.)

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