A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

There are three underground floors of the Mage Tower.

This is the lowest level of the entire tower, and it is also the most indestructible place after countless magic reinforcements and enhancements.

Unlike other floors, various areas are divided into various areas based on different functions, and then undergo renovation and decoration.

There is only one huge arched space on the third underground floor.

There are neither gorgeous decorations nor other statues, lighting facilities and other furnishings.

Even the ceiling above the head is made of raw and uneven rock, which has not been polished at all.

Compared with the exquisiteness of the upper level of the tower, this place is almost like a simple natural cave.

However, the eye-catching magic circle carved with silver metal on the ground in the center of the arched venue shows that this level is unusual.

Here is between bondage.

Just as the name implies, it is a place where dangerous creatures are bound and imprisoned.

At this moment, a behemoth with a body length of nearly seventeen meters including its tail and a wingspan of an astonishing twenty-four meters was lying in the center of the huge magic circle.

Its body surface is covered with dark red, wide and thick scales.

Not only are these scales highly resistant to magic, they are also as hard as metal.

All non-magical weapons, whether swords, axes, or warhammers, are almost impossible to leave even a scratch on the scales.

On the head of this terrifying beast, there are two large white horns that sweep back straight.

A row of smaller horns extends downward from the top of the head, sparsely all the way to the chin.

Two eyes and a big mouth full of sharp fangs, and you can vaguely see fire dancing inside.

Its strong limbs and sharp claws are enough to tear into pieces any enemy that dares to get close.

There is no doubt that this is a true dragon from the Forgotten Realm of Faerûn.

And it is also the most powerful adult red dragon among the five-color evil dragons.

In many cases, just the mere appearance of this terrifying creature can scare most people into running away, leaving them with no thought of resistance.

Even the most experienced adventure party is likely to be wiped out in just a few minutes after encountering an adult red dragon.

The red dragon is a symbol of strength and a natural tyrant.

They used killing, destruction, destruction and death to create their name as the strongest evil dragon.

But right now, this dragon, which is at the top of the food chain in the magical world, is obviously in an extremely violent and angry mood.

The tail that constantly slaps the ground and makes a snapping sound is the best proof.

the reason is simple!

She is currently imprisoned by powerful magical power.

Moreover, the Necromancer Asta who imprisoned her was quite insidious and never engaged in a direct battle from beginning to end.

This red dragon was not given any chance to engage in close combat, use its powerful fire breath and spell-like abilities.

The first is a package that reduces magic resistance, blindness, weakness curse, powerful binding and teleportation spells.

Faced with such a shameless sneak attack without any moral ethics.

Not to mention a red dragon who has just grown up and has not experienced social beatings, even those old dragons will probably be angry on the spot.

When she came back to her senses, she found that she was already between the restraints at the bottom of the mage tower.

Let alone fighting, he couldn't even stand up, so he could only lie on the ground.

Even weak and dirty human apprentices can take the noble dragon's blood from themselves.

"I promise! After I regain my freedom, I will kill everyone and completely destroy the entire Mage Tower."

Wilmes swore an oath silently in his heart.

As a red dragon nesting near a hilly area in the south of the west coast of Faerûn.

The reason why she ended up like this was entirely because she failed to control her inner greed for treasure.

As a result, during a patrol of the territory, I accidentally discovered the opened portal and the gold and silver coins piled on the other side of the door.

Due to the inherent arrogance of the red dragon, Wilmes did not realize that this was a trap and broke in directly, intending to loot all the valuables inside.

This simple and crude way of acting stems from her growth experience.

From the time he was born, Wilmes enjoyed snatching food from his brothers and sisters.

When she entered adulthood, she seemed stronger and larger than her brothers, sisters and other red dragons of the same age.

The advantage in size is the proof of extra food and adequate nutrition during growth.

In his youth, Wilmes used his amazing size and powerful fire breath to personally kill a silver dragon about the same age as himself that had just left the shelter of his parents, as well as an adult black dragon living deep in the swamp, and looted the All property in the opponent's lair.

These two successful hunts not only made her famous, but also harvested the first pot of gold in Longsheng.

Since then, the female red dragon has become more aggressive, robbing caravans and attacking villages and towns along the roads near its lair.

Although it cannot be said to be famous locally, it can also be said to be notorious.

Some cities and temples of good gods offer very high rewards, hoping that warriors or adventurers can solve them.

Unfortunately, without exception, these people never come back.

In Wilmes' view, as long as it's something you want, you can just go and grab it.

After all, only the strong deserve to have wealth.

The weak should honestly give away all their property.

Maybe when you are in a good mood, you will consider sparing the other person's life.

It can be said that the Red Dragon deserved to be in the situation it is in today.

Just when she closed her eyes and thought about why the insidious and cunning Necromancer had not appeared in the past two months or so, and even the apprentices who took dragon blood were nowhere to be seen, suddenly in the only tunnel leading to the upper level, There was a fierce fighting sound.

The next second...

boom!

Dazzling firelight and silver lightning spurted out from the tunnel!

Immediately afterwards, the two large undead creatures that were pieced together from various corpses guarding the door rolled down the stairs and fell to the ground with a plop.

The pieces of meat that looked like rotten flesh were now completely black and burnt, and emitted a pungent smell.

After about two or three seconds, a boy who looked less than ten years old came out of the passage panting heavily.

"How terrible! Asta must have secretly strengthened them with necromancy magic. Otherwise, they wouldn't have such high magic resistance."

Zuo Si looked at the lightning launching device, which had lost almost a quarter of its energy, and the consumed high-level magic scroll in his hand, and couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

Then he bent down and recovered a small amount of mana from the two destroyed wrecks.

You must know that he was involved in the creation of these undead guards, and he was very aware of their manufacturing process and craftsmanship.

Strictly speaking, they should be called [zombie creatures]. They are made up of multiple mutilated undead creatures. In theory, they should have no magic resistance. At best, they are rough-skinned and fleshy.

Without the authorization of Tower Master Asta, it was impossible for these construct guards who could only mechanically execute orders to allow Zuo Si to enter some key areas of the Mage Tower.

Especially between the constraints of a dangerous red dragon.

So I had no choice but to kill the guards and break through.

"It's you?!"

Wilmes stared at the little guy walking from a distance with wide eyes.

She would never forget that when she was attacked by the Necromancer, this boy was standing by.

"Long time no see, the great Ms. Wilmes. Since some unpredictable things, or disasters, have happened outside, I hope you can calmly listen to me tell me everything that has happened in the past two months."

While Zuo Si was talking about the common language of Faerûn that he had just learned not long ago, he put one hand on his chest and bowed to the dragon.

He knew that all dragons, whether good or evil, lawful or chaotic, were without exception proud and arrogant.

In other words, just follow the donkey.

If you want to communicate with such a guy, politeness and respect are necessary prerequisites.