Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

Although the traces of the dragon were lost, King Airland still ordered the army to continue to spread out to search, and at the same time he did not forget to go to other countries to inquire about the dragon.

It is impossible for such a big black dragon to go unnoticed. As long as we can find clues, we have a chance to continue tracking this black dragon that has made everything messy.

No one can make him, the king of Airland, suffer such a big loss!

Neither can the dragon.

At the same time, another strange news also spread from the palace of Aililan, and this news was delivered in the capacity of the queen.

[The queen is ill and needs some servants to serve in the palace. The servants must be young women and will be paid one silver coin a month]

The reward of one silver coin is equivalent to two months' income of ordinary civilians.

Once the news spread, the first reaction of most civilians was disbelief. It was not until the notice from the palace was pasted on the bulletin board in the square that the onlookers finally confirmed the authenticity of the matter.

Then these ignorant civilians went crazy.

This was followed by enthusiastic registration.

Countless civilians were scrambling to get their daughters or wives into the palace to earn a silver coin. They brought their families with them and crowded almost every corner of the square.

But not all women have a chance to be selected.

Those who are favored by the selection officer are generally young and energetic women.

These civilians do not understand the truth of these things.

The selectors also didn't understand, but they knew very well that entering the palace was definitely not a good thing, because the real queen of Airland had been kicked to death by King Airland two years ago.

This news was actually spread by King Aililan.

What does he want to do?

Only his personal guards will know.

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The Dungeon of the Royal Capital of Airland.

"I was wronged, why do you still treat me like this!"

The Mage of Tararan screamed and struggled, but to no avail.

The two knights holding his arms looked coldly and roughly pushed him into the cell door. They threw him on the cold ground of the dungeon with a "pop" like throwing garbage.

"Click——"

The cell door is closed.

The wizard will spend the last week of his life here.

A week later, he will be taken to King Kalanli's exclusive execution ground, where King Kalanli will specifically execute him.

"You go to Hell and tell your grievances. Maybe Death will take the time to listen to you tell more of your story."

One of the knights sneered.

He casually took out a large piece of bread as hard as a brick from the basket beside the cell door.

Then he took the broken bowl on the table and poured some water, and then placed the water and bread in front of the cell door.

"Enjoy your dinner, Mr. Talaran."

Say it.

The two knights chatted and laughed and left together.

They didn't want to know what kind of grievances and stories the wizards of Tararan had.

But they hate those mages who are usually arrogant. Now that a mage and a magician is in trouble, it is a happy thing for them.

"Hey! I am really unjust! I want to see His Majesty! I want to see the president of the Mage Association!"

I shouted for a long time but got no response.

Only the gradually hoarse voice echoed in the dark dungeon corridors.

The Tararan wizard sat slumped on the damp mat of withered grass, slamming his hands on the ground angrily.

"Damn it!" he yelled angrily.

It seems that this can vent the anger and sadness in my heart.

"I don't have an apprentice yet. I have dedicated so much to the Airland Empire, but in the end, this is the result. The damn King of Airland wants to execute me even though he knows that I am unjustly accused..."

"Why should he!?"

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Without magic power, he was just an ordinary person. His fist hit the ground and was cut open by a sharp stone. The burning pain stimulated the Tararan wizard's nerves and made the sadness in his heart even deeper.

"Please don't do this..."

Sudden.

A young man's clear voice came from the corner of the cell.

The voice sounded a little weak.

Apparently the owner of the voice was not in a good situation.

The Tararan wizard turned his head and looked for the sound.

I saw him in the corner of the same cell.

A pale young man was shivering and cowering there.

However, his limbs seemed to have been broken, as if they had been stretched by a huge force.

The young man hid himself completely in darkness.

Even when the Tararan Mage was thrown in just now, he didn't even notice him.

"You need to conserve your energy."

Seeing the Tararan wizard looking at him, the young man raised his head and looked at him. The pain in his limbs made his voice tremble a little, but it was still very clear in this quiet cell.

"These knights won't give us enough food. If you still smash like you just did, you will die."

The magician of Tararan smiled miserably upon hearing this.

He stood up, dragged his exhausted body to the boy's side, and sat down next to him.

"I can live for seven days. After seven days, I will be executed by King Aililan. If I can die in this dungeon, it will be a good relief."

"Live...there is hope only if you live..." The young man looked at Tararan stubbornly.

Even if his situation is even more miserable than Tararan's.

"Come on." Mage Tararan sneered.

"Were your limbs pulled like this by King Airland's torture tools? If I were you, I would try my best to die in the dungeon now instead of dying under the cruel and cruel torture of King Airland. "

"I can't die yet." The young man shook his head.

"I still have a mother and sister to support. What will they do if I die?"

The boy mumbled as if he was talking in his sleep.

He seemed to truly believe that he would not die.

But Tararan only thought that the young man had been tortured by King Aililan to the point of becoming insane.

Until, a trace of light suddenly appeared around the young man.

The young man could not see these points of light.

But the magician of Tararan, who is very sensitive to the elements, sees it very clearly.

These light spots are actually pure light elements.

In this dark dungeon, the light element can be made active and even appear around the body, which only shows that this young man has a very strong affinity with the light element.

He is a natural light spellcaster.

"Maybe you can actually survive."

Mage Tararan stared blankly at the young man in front of him and muttered to himself.

Because it's in his field of vision.

There are more and more light elements around the boy, as if a galaxy is surrounding him.

"what did you say?"

The young man raised his head and looked at the extremely sloppy-looking old man in front of him.

He didn't know the old man's identity.

But I vaguely heard the two knights mentioning something like magicians.

Could it be that this sloppy old man in front of me is a superior mage grandfather?

But how could the mage grandpa be imprisoned in a dirty, cold and dark dungeon.

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