Twenty Sided Dice

But the death knight's idea didn't work out, and suddenly he heard a violent gasping sound behind him, and then the sound of his heart starting to beat again. 'how come? it thought. Immediately afterwards, a violent impact came from its back, the armor was pierced, and the icy cold air exploded from the inside of the armor, severely bruising its source of power - soul fire.

The death knight was extremely angry, and it made a very sharp scream with all its strength, and the ears of all listeners immediately bleed, and Siegel was no exception. He just felt dizzy, everything was spinning around him, and it was hard to keep his balance. In the corner of his eyes, he saw a machete attacking him. If he didn't respond, he would soon cut himself off.

So Siegel let go of his spear, an iron bridge, worthy of avoiding the horizontal slash of the machete. He'd lost his weapon again, but Siegel remained unafraid—he'd been beaten by death, so nothing could overwhelm him. Between the lightning and flint, Siegel condensed all the magic power in his body, poured it all into his wand, and cast an energy burst ball. The purple ball of light accurately hit the death knight's eye slit. After the roaring explosion, the knight staggered and took a few steps back, but it was fine. This spell was suppressed by the death knight's soul fire and failed to cause substantial damage.

"You think you are a powerful mage who can hurt me?" The death knight had an ice spear stuck behind his back, but his voice was still cold and terrifying. "Your ability is only enough to tickle me."

"You talk too much nonsense." Siegel's murderousness and fighting spirit continued, and while he was talking, he threw the dagger with all his strength. The energy blasting ball once broke the neck of the troll, how could it be ineffective? No to the death knight, but it blasted a rip in the visor enough for a dagger to fly in.

The obsidian dagger pierced into the darkness of the helmet, hitting the soul fire core accurately. The helmet shattered with a loud bang, and a gray-green venom burst forth. The venom and the shards of the helmet began to burn in mid-air, emitting black smoke and making a sound like frying. Then the death knight's full-body armor knelt on the ground with a clang, and part of his arm fell from his shoulders, and then the breastplate with the ice spear rolled down from his belt to the ground. A final puff of black smoke rose from the empty armor and dissipated into the night sky.

Siegel was staggering and could not stand still. He escaped Death by relying on the magic resistance of the twenty-sided dice, but it also took all his energy. He was like a hapless **** who hadn't eaten, drank, and slept for three days and three nights, and was about to lose consciousness. Reluctantly supported, he took out a bottle of dwarf healing potion from his pocket and hurriedly drank it to inject energy into his body that was about to dry up. The dwarf gold belt also played a role, prolonging the time Siegel was wounded and not dying, allowing him to have a chance to be rescued.

Physical fatigue can be overcome, wounds can be healed, but mental pain is difficult to recover. Siegel finally got a chance to shed a tear as he watched the burning camp, the tallest tent still blazing. Through this layer of water mist, he saw the flame swaying, swaying, like a giant beckoning to him.

'Giant? ' Siegel was stunned for a moment, squeezed his eyes hard to let the tears flow away quickly, and then he could see clearly. He saw Kerry, covered in ice crystals, tear open the tent, the flames burning above his head and shoulders, scorching black smoke. Kerry grinned from being burned, but he held it back. Because under his arms, three people are protected.

The hunchbacked wizard, the kitten Janet and the black wolf princess Myrcella. Siegel took a closer look, and there was another baby with small arms and legs hidden in Myrcella's arms. No matter how much, he couldn't see clearly, because this time the tears couldn't stop flowing, obscuring all his vision.

The battle between dragons and dragons was also decided. The red one was at a disadvantage from the very beginning because of the injury, and soon it was difficult to resist the attack of the changer and was defeated. Its neck was twisted, its head was pierced, and its body was pressed under the green dragon, and it had stopped breathing.

The green dragon walked towards Siegel, blood dripping from its wings, shoulders, chest and abdomen, which was caused by the red dragon's claws and tail. Siegel suddenly realized that if he left the camp with the changer, then Kerry would also be submerged in the sea of ​​fire and die at the mouth of the red dragon after he came out of the camp. Only by fighting to the end can we win this chance.

The green dragon stopped in front of Siegel, lowered his head, and said through telepathy, "Remember, you owe me once."

"Let's count it half a time, after all, you almost ate me a few days ago." Siegel relaxed from the tension of the battle, and rarely had the strength to make a joke.

"You owe me once." The Shape Changer's voice became very serious and repeated.

Siegel nodded, and the green dragon flew away.

The fire burned all night, and the black smoke rose to the sky, obscuring even the rays of the sun. Fortunately, a heavy rain fell on the grassland shortly after, which extinguished the dragon's anger. When the last flame was extinguished, the rain stopped immediately, the clouds dispersed, and a rainbow hung in the sky.

The lost horses also came back one after another, as well as some cattle and sheep who knew the way. The people of the Jackdaw tribe swear to thank these animals who are willing to spend their time with them, and to treat them well, taking only their milk and hair, not their flesh. Perhaps this oath was appreciated by the spirits of nature, who found a cellar that had not been burnt, and that the grain was mostly soaked in water, but it was still enough for them to survive the winter.

After all, there were too many casualties among their people, and they could no longer use that much food.

Survivors mourn their dead relatives and cry at the destroyed homes and grain fields. They almost wiped out their clan, and now they are lucky to be able to escape with their lives. The women and children who hid in the cellar came back to the ground one after another, looking for traces of their loved ones. Whenever they found a familiar figure, they would cry and hug each other. The corpse of the giant dragon was lying in the center of the camp now, and several daring crows overcame the terrifying deterrence of the dragon and landed on the corpse. In vain, they tapped the dragon's scales with their mouths, making screeching noises.

Next to the red dragon's body was the armor left by the death knight, which had been scattered to pieces and fell to the ground. The surrounding grass was affected by the undead breath left on it, withered and decayed, turning into gray fragments. The Frost Magic Spear was inserted not far away, constantly emitting icy cold air, and no one could get close.

Siegel fell not far away, lying on Janet's lap, soundly asleep. His body was full of small wounds, and there was a palm-shaped dent on his breastplate. But this didn't affect his sleep - he was exhausted to the point of extreme exhaustion, he didn't want to move at all, even his breathing was light and slow. The kitten held up half of the tent to block the rain for him.

Thinking of everything she has experienced, Janet still has lingering fears. The cries were mixed with the sound of the flames burning, but none of them matched the screams of Myrcella. His child chose to be born at this time, making the scene extremely chaotic. The sorcerer helped the mother give birth with potions and spells, while Janet held the blanket, ready to catch the baby.

"Come on, Myrcella." Janet just remembered saying, "You'll be a good mother, and this will be a good child."

Then the flames enveloped the entire tent. Fortunately, the wizard responded quickly and blocked the first wave of dragon flames with a magical energy barrier. But how could the flame of the red dragon be resisted so easily? They were trapped in tents with crumbling barriers, where heat and suffocation could take their lives at any moment. And this time Kerry rushed in.

The bloodline of the frost giant burst out under the intense emotions of the giant, and a frozen force helped the magic barrier, allowing him to breathe. Kerry finally saw Myrcella, and the Black Wolf Princess finally saw the giant, and with a cry, the crystallization of their love was finally born.

Janet was the first to hold the baby. The wizard took the baby, cut the umbilical cord, and went back to check the baby's ears and limbs. "Everything is fine, this is a good boy." The wizard handed the child to his mother, then turned to Kerry and said, "I need your blood to make everyone rush out~www.novelmt.com~ The giant stretched his arms over, His eyes were still fixed on the mother and son, and that was the only thing he had to focus on. His blood was flowing from his wrist, caught by the wizard, and flung into the air, turning into a whirlwind of ice and snow. Things in the department were different from what the wizard expected, the flames It still burned down, even using the magic barrier as fuel, vowing to turn the people inside into fly ash.

So Kerry made a desperate gamble, using his own body as a shield chariot for siege, protecting others, and walked out of the flames. His scalp and shoulders were on fire, and his flesh was sizzling. He managed to protect everyone and got out, but he had burns on his head and arms and was being treated by a wizard. Messiah tried to put out those flames with his hands, and ended up burning his arms, so he could only be as obedient as her husband. The child ignored the surrounding noise and slept peacefully between the two of them.

Soldiers have been dispatched to sweep the battlefield and try to identify the dead as much as possible. But too many people were burned to black coal by the flames, and their objects melted and deformed, so it was impossible to tell. No one knows where Chief Clough has gone, so now everyone is looking at Kerry the Giant, because according to the law and tradition here, he will be the next Chief.

"Now everyone needs a leader." Messiah said to his husband: "After the disaster, everyone needs a backbone, someone who can bear their pain, someone who can give them hope. This person must be you, mine Chief."

Kerry nodded. He walked to the Divine Ice Spear, pulled it out, and held it up high. The spear automatically quieted down, surrendered, and no longer wanted to release the chill. The crowd chanted "Chief Kerry, King of Giants!" three times in a row.