Just the opposite!

Unless they encounter a large group of hundreds or even thousands of goblins, any experienced team can easily kill goblins ten times their own number.

Because these little monsters are too weak, their physical fitness may not even reach half of that of most ordinary adult human males, and their weapons are very simple.

The latter, if they were to wear a suit of better-quality chain mail, could charge into the goblins and kill them one by one, completely ignoring the attacks of their crude knives, daggers, and clubs.

So when the goblin team sent by Fercrag found the location of Zuo Si and his group, they were all killed in less than ten seconds.

There was only one person who took action, and that was the demon elf assassin - Fed.

This extremely dangerous and cold-blooded woman took advantage of the dim light at night and used her stealth and backstabbing skills to the fullest.

There were twelve goblins in total, ten of them had their mouths covered silently from behind, and at the same time, a sharp dagger was inserted through the bone gap on the side of the lower jaw to directly destroy the brain.

Because of their extremely fast speed and without any sound, when the last two goblins noticed that their companions had disappeared inexplicably, they realized that the situation was not good and wanted to turn around and escape.

But unfortunately it was too late.

Before they could run a few steps, they were tripped by traps set along the way and fell miserably into the mud.

Just as I was about to get up, I felt a chill on my neck, and then the sharp dagger came as expected. Then my eyes went dark and I knew nothing.

In front of assassins who are skilled in stealth and assassination, these goblins who lack training and anti-stealth capabilities are like wheat in the fields waiting to be harvested.

When the battle was over, Fide quickly found a scribbled map on one of the goblin corpses. He widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Unbelievable! That dragon actually sent us a map of the entrance to the ruins?"

"I said before, the biggest difference between Felcrag and other red dragons is that he is very good at using all kinds of conspiracies and tricks to achieve his goals, rather than simply using violence."

As he spoke, Zuo Si took the map, glanced at it, and quickly threw it on the ground.

Since we have the demon elf as our guide, there is no need for maps.

"So, our whereabouts have been exposed. Is the dragon currently waiting in its lair for us to come to it?" Fed's expression turned noticeably ugly.

As an assassin, what she hated most was having her every move exposed to other people's sight.

What's more, it's a powerful, evil, and insidious red dragon.

Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "That's right. In a way, this is actually a good thing. At least Fercrag has allowed us to enter his lair. As long as we don't show too much strength, he will be waiting for us in the deepest part of the lair."

"So... a game?" Isadora's eyes lit up slightly.

"Haha, yes, this is a game of cat and mouse. In the eyes of Fercrag, we are just a group of insignificant little mice. But in my eyes, isn't he the same?" Zuo Si smiled meaningfully.

Pride and arrogance are common problems of all true dragons!

Whether it is a five-colored evil dragon or a kind metal dragon.

As long as you make good use of this weakness, you can gain some advantages even when facing a giant dragon of the ancient age.

Although Zuo Si has not seen a giant dragon of the ancient age so far, he does not know how powerful the most famous dragon kings in the continent of Faerun are.

But one thing is certain, that is, Ferkrag's strength is already very close to the level of a quasi-dragon king.

Otherwise, they would not dare to build their nest within the activity range of Balagos's "Flying Flame".

In addition, according to some records, this dragon had grown up hundreds of years ago and was active in Amn, wandering around in human form, taking risks, and making allies. He even changed his name to Gildan and married a human woman at a gathering point in the Far North, wanting to try the taste of love.

In short, Felcrag's behavior and actions are more like an evil lawful blue dragon than a chaotic evil red dragon.

"Master, what should we do with those two guys?"

The werewolf girl pointed at two warriors not far away, whose lower bodies had been sewn together with needles and thread and who were still bleeding. They were lying on a tree trunk, sweating and groaning in pain, dying.

She showed no discomfort or shyness towards such scenes.

Because when they lived in the sewers of Port Calin, many ratmen didn't wear clothes, so they were used to it.

On the contrary, Isadora, who had received aristocratic education since childhood, took a look and immediately blushed, turned her head to the side and hid behind Zuo Si.

"Kill... Kill me! Kill me quickly! Please!" Thors was obviously tortured by the severe pain.

You should know that for the human body, the more densely packed the nerves are, the more intense the pain will be when it is attacked or injured.

Especially areas such as the eyes, tongue, gums, nose, and lower body, which often lose the ability to resist instantly once hit.

Not to mention being pierced repeatedly with needle and thread like now, and then finally sewn together.

If their hands and feet had not been forcibly removed, the two would have chosen suicide to end this pain.

"Kill you?" Zuo Si had a very cold expression on his face. "Did you let those female adventurers who were brutally raped and killed go when they begged for mercy? If not, then why do you expect me to kill you? Oh, I almost forgot, in order to prevent you from dying from excessive bleeding, I'd better give you some treatment."

As he spoke, Zuo Si instantly completed a magical spell to heal minor injuries and released it at the lower bodies of the two people that were sewn together.

moment!

The wounds that were still bleeding have all healed.

Because no matter how painful it feels, this kind of puncture by needle and thread is just a skin injury, and one treatment is enough to heal the bleeding wound.

But at the same time, those knotted threads were deeply embedded in the flesh, looking like they were entangled like a twist. To take them out, one would have to endure more terrible pain than having the threads inserted into them.

"Devil...devil! You are simply a devil!"

Thors fell into complete hysterical despair, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

But before he could utter a vicious curse, Fed rushed forward and stuffed the kettle full of spring water into his mouth.

After a while, the guy was forced to drink a whole pot of water.

Then, the demon elf said in an extremely cruel tone: "Do you know what the most terrible thing about this punishment is? Or do you think that sewing that thing together will be the end of it?

No, no, no, the fun really starts after you drink a lot of water and then start to feel the urge to pee.

Believe me, having to choose between holding your bladder until it bursts and going through unimaginable pain is a choice that can drive a person crazy.

And this process will continue for several days until you are starved to death or eaten by wild beasts that smell the blood.

In addition, since there is only water but no food, the strong feeling of hunger will make you unable to resist drinking more water.

Now enjoy your well-deserved comeuppance, you bastards!"

It has to be said that the hatred and cruelty that Fed showed towards these two guys completely overturned the playful and cautious image that he usually maintained.

Similarly, she also revealed many of her truest sides and the little secrets she had hidden.

In the end, the two soldiers who committed heinous crimes were abandoned beside a stream, and what awaited them would be an extremely painful and slow death.

As for the others, they went to a safer place and slept for eight hours. They got up at dawn the next day and headed towards Fercrag's lair.

Around noon, we finally arrived at the entrance of an ancient and huge underground ruins.

Looking at the weathered stones standing nearby, the demon elf quickly compared them with the map in his mind and said without pillar hesitation, "This should be it. This relic was originally a mausoleum built by King Strahan III for himself, and was later discovered by Fercrag and used as a lair. However, he only occupied about half of the space, and the other half is still safe and sound under the protection of magic."

"Strohmann III? I seem to have heard about this king and his country when I was young." Isadora frowned and began to search her memory.

"From the collapse of the Calimshan Sean Dynasty to the establishment of Amn, countless kingdoms and city-states rose and fell in this land, and the Kingdom of Strahan was just one of them. However, according to the records of Candlekeep, this country seems to be ruled by a group of wizards and sorcerers. Both the king and the ministers have strong spellcasting abilities. So it is not surprising that they are able to build a luxurious tomb."

As Zuo Si explained, he read the ancient characters on the stone pillars, which were completely different from the common language.

From the unique letters and words on these stone pillars, which are different from the ancient Calishite characters and modern common language, it is easy to see the evolution process of the language and writing of Amn and even the entire continent of Faerun.

Among them, the ancient Calishite language is a writing system created by combining the human language of the time and the language of the giants.

But as time went on, the rule of the giants completely collapsed, and most of the languages ​​and scripts used by the giants were slowly eliminated, replaced by a fusion of some elven and dwarven languages.

By the time of the Kingdom of Strahan, the written language was already very close to the modern common language, except that some of the wording and sentence structure were still a little strange.

However, anyone who has received systematic education can convert these texts into common language for understanding and reading.

Therefore, Zuo Si easily understood the meaning of the words on the stone pillar. It was simply a warning to those who tried to rob the tomb, saying that there were countless traps and immortal guards inside, and if they didn't want to die, they should get away.

Unfortunately, in the face of huge profits, this warning can't stop tomb robbers and adventurers who want to get rich.

"Do you know the secret of the tomb of King Strohn III?" A hint of strong curiosity flashed in Fed's eyes.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. According to some historical records of Candlekeep, the king's son, King Strahan IV, made a mask himself to prevent his father's tomb from being robbed.

Only by wearing this mask can you see things that ordinary people cannot see, and finally enter the tomb.

The mask was divided into six parts, and each part was kept by a powerful guardian.

The masks are only put together when a sacrificial ceremony is held.

You Shadow Thieves know this place, could it be that you are eyeing the funerary objects in the tomb of King Strahan III? Or did you have some shady deal with Felcrag before, but fell out because of the uneven distribution of the spoils?"

"You should ask the bosses about this kind of thing. I'm just an insignificant little follower."

Fide obviously didn't want to talk about something involving the secrets of the Shadow Thief, so he pretended to be innocent.

But how could such a little trick be hidden from a psychic with powerful mind perception ability?

Isadora caught the secret hidden in her mind in an instant, and immediately responded to Zuo Si through telepathy: "The Shadow Thieves Guild reached an agreement with Faircrag to find the treasure buried by Strohan III and split it equally. But later, for some unknown reason, the red dragon suddenly turned hostile and killed all members of the treasure hunting team."

"As expected. No wonder the Shadow Thief gave me information about Felcragg. It turns out he wanted to use me to get rid of him."

Zuo Si was undoubtedly prepared for the possibility that Ailang Linville would use him, and he even guessed the motive almost exactly.

Due to the lack of high-end combat power, the Shadow Thief is okay at bullying and intimidating civilians and merchants, but will appear very powerless when facing creatures like dragons.

How can a human assassin use a dagger that is no more than 30 centimeters long to launch a fatal sneak attack on a huge monster that stands more than 6 to 7 meters or even more than 10 meters tall?

Not to mention the amazing defensive power of dragon scales. Even if it really pierced in, thirty centimeters would only be a superficial injury to the dragon, and it would be impossible to harm the internal organs wrapped inside.

Therefore, unless there are some special weapons targeting dragon-like creatures, the most effective way to deal with creatures like dragons is still magic.

After simply casting a few low-level divine and arcane spells at the door, the group of four disguised themselves as novice adventurers and carefully walked into the pitch-dark underground world.

After passing through the long and narrow passage, they immediately found more than twenty orcs who had set up a pocket formation.

These guys used the terrain to their advantage and surrounded the city in a semi-arc, just surrounding the exit of the passage.

No nonsense!

At the command of the leading orc leader, dense arrows immediately flew over like raindrops.

"Damn it! I knew it would be like this."

Fed cursed under his breath and immediately went into stealth mode, trying to sneak along the wall and kill the orc archer from behind.

But before she could take any action, she saw Zuo Si, wearing scale armor, rushing forward with a shield in one hand and a mace raised in the other.

Due to the fast speed, one of the orcs didn't have time to react before his head was smashed with a bang.

Under the power of terror that cannot be described in words, a fist-sized hole was smashed into the iron helmet worn by the unlucky guy, and brain matter and a blown-out eyeball flowed out from it.

That scene...

It was a memory that the Demon Elf Assassin would never forget.

She had always believed that Zuo Si's fighting style was to hide behind others and gracefully release various spells and divine arts, while summoning alien creatures to overwhelm his opponents.

But now, Fed suddenly realized that he was wrong, and very wrong.

The performance in the past few seconds alone was enough to prove that this chosen one of the gods not only had close combat capabilities, but also had a bestial style, relying solely on brute force without any skill at all.

Taking into account the blessing of divine power, Zuo Si, who currently possesses 35 points of strength attribute and 37 points of constitution attribute, can definitely be regarded as a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Not to mention the orcs, even if their master, the red dragon Felcrag, came, it would be difficult for him to gain any advantage in the clash of pure power.

So even though there was no skill involved in the attack and he was just swinging the mace down hard, he still caused astonishing casualties to the enemy in a very short time.

Oh, no, there is only death but no injury.

Wherever the nail hammer passed, either the brain burst or the bones and tendons were broken, and then the head was blown up.

Moreover, Isadora was very considerate and gave it the third ring of [Acceleration], so that in just a few seconds, the orc team ambushing at the door was killed.

Many orcs threw away their weapons and turned around to run away.

You have to know that the orcs in Faerun have no loyalty or integrity. They basically only serve whoever has the bigger fist.

Many evil spellcasters and cities recruit large numbers of orcs as cannon fodder and train them.

Once they find that the situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable to them, they will immediately turn around and run away without hesitation.

"Damn it! Don't retreat! Don't retreat!"

The orc leader, who was wearing full plate armor, roared loudly in anger and even chopped off the head of a deserter with his own hands.

But unfortunately, it did not help to stop the rout.

In the blink of an eye, the remaining seven or eight archers threw away their weapons and rushed into the deeper cave at the back.

When he came to his senses, he found that Zuo Si was standing in front of him, raising the nail hammer in his hand that was stained red with brain matter and making a provocative gesture.

moment!

The orc leader was enraged.

Unlike those useless men under his command, he was very confident in his own strength, so he swung his giant ax and took the lead in attacking.

Bang! With a deafening roar, the ax hit the shield hard, making a sonic boom.

Just when he was expecting to see his opponent being smashed away by his amazing brute force, he found that his opponent was still standing firmly in the same place, only pushed back two steps by the huge impact force.

"This...how is this possible!?"

The orc leader was stunned and could hardly believe what he saw.

Because in his eyes, Zuo Si was neither strong nor had exaggerated muscles, and he didn't even look like an adult, so how could he be stronger than himself?

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Zuo Si had no intention of explaining at all. He simply swung the mace and began to launch a torrential attack at close range.

Since the two-handed ax needs a certain amount of space to exert its full power, when the orc leader is attacked at close range, he is immediately caught in the dilemma of being unable to fight back and being beaten.

You should know that the biggest difference between blunt weapons and sharp weapons is that their impact force can be transmitted directly to the body through armor, causing various bruises.

So even though full body plate armor can more effectively resist the impact of blunt objects than other types of armor, after being hit more than a dozen times, the orc leader still let out a wow and a large amount of dark red blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, and he knelt on one knee on the ground, gasping violently.

At this moment, there was no longer any confidence in his eyes, instead there was fear and despair.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy, he suddenly saw a huge black shadow rushing towards his unprotected face.

Then there was a sharp pain, and then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

Looking at the corpse with its brain bursting in front of him, Zuo Si shook off the blood stains on his weapon again and said with a smile: "It seems that as long as I cast a few strengthening spells, I am not as bad as I thought in close combat. At least it shouldn't be a problem to deal with this kind of low-level warrior."

"Not only is it not bad, it's so strong that it's frightening. What on earth is your abnormal and terrifying power? Is it some kind of extra power bestowed by the gods on the chosen people?"

Fed slowly walked out of the shadows, a look of awe in his eyes.

An orc warrior wearing plate armor would be a headache for even an elite assassin like her from the Shadow Thieves Guild to deal with.

Because plate armor covers most of the vital parts, sneak attacks and backstabs can often lead to misses.

For an assassin who fails and is exposed to the enemy, it often means death.

The nature of their profession meant that they had no way of engaging in a head-on confrontation with strong warriors, and they could only try to escape.

"I guess so. But I haven't received any weapons and fighting training like other priests, so when I meet a real master, I basically have no ability to fight back." Zuo Si shrugged indifferently.

Just as Fide was about to continue asking questions, the werewolf girl suddenly warned: "Master, be careful, I smell the scent of the hobgoblin."

Before he finished speaking!

A faint stench suddenly covered up the smell of blood and came from the end of the passage.

Any experienced adventurer who smells this foul odor will realize that there are definitely hobgoblins nearby.

Of course, this does not mean that the hobgoblins are dirty and unhygienic, but it is the function of their unique sweat glands.

Obviously, the orc archers who had just escaped had passed the news of the collapse of the first line of defense to the rear, so these earth elves rushed over to see what was going on.

As the stench grew stronger, seven or eight fully armed earth goblins appeared within the four people's sight.

"Kill all these invaders!"

A hobgoblin made a roaring sound from his throat.

Zuo Si had learned some goblin language when he was free, so when he heard this, he immediately chose to strike first and rushed forward, wanting to use the same trick again.

But the hobgoblins are obviously much more difficult to deal with than orcs.

The four shield bearers immediately rushed forward to form a shield wall for defense, while the priest at the back completed two divine arts in a very short time.

[Blessing]! [Human Isolation]! The former is used to provide favorable blessings to oneself and allies, while the latter is used to restrict the enemy's actions.

If it were a low-level adventurer, he would probably be hit in a moment by this sudden spell attack, and then be easily slaughtered under the effect of being immobilized.

Unfortunately, for Zuo Si, who possessed extremely high magic resistance and immunity, this low-level magic had long been of no use.

He first pretended to be affected by the immobilization spell and stood there. When two earth elves rushed up to finish him off, he suddenly jumped up and cracked their heads open one by one.

Fed, who had escaped into the shadows, suddenly appeared behind a priest and stabbed him in the jaw with a sharp magic dagger.

The werewolf girl followed the ranger's fighting style and first fired two arrows before transforming into a werewolf and rushing in with her animal companion to start killing people.

As a winter wolf that has received combat training in the Mage Tower, this insidious and cunning magical beast knows very well what its advantages are, so it will never use its cold breath as casually as those winter wolves in the wild.

Just the opposite!

Only when it bites the opponent's arm or neck will it spit out icy air from its mouth, directly killing the opponent or crippling one of the opponent's weapon-holding arms.

In this shameless sneak attack, several hobgoblins had their entire arms frozen and shattered on the spot, losing the ability to resist and becoming lambs to be slaughtered.

Isadora hid at the back and occasionally cast the lowest-level spells such as [Hypnosis], [Sleep], and [Stun] at the guys who wanted to escape.

In less than half a minute, the group of earth elves that came to check the situation were completely wiped out.

Apart from dispersing the enemy camp at the beginning, Zuo Si did not kill too many targets personally, but watched other people's battles with interest.

Among them, there is no need to say much about Fangus, who has received brutal training and has a lot of combat experience. After the transformation, he is basically an efficient killing machine.

Coupled with the presence of a powerful animal companion like the winter wolf to contain the hobgoblins, they are often defeated in just a few rounds and torn to pieces alive.

Isadora is clearly influenced by psychic powers and tends to create chaos through control and charm.

Although his spellcasting methods and judgment of the battle situation are still a little immature, he has basically clarified his position. He is not like many novice spellcasters who easily fall into difficulty and confusion in choosing among a wide variety of spells and limited spell slots.

When the battle was over, Zuo Si immediately asked the demon elves: "Do you shadow thieves know how many monsters there are in this lair?"

"About two to three hundred orcs, more than seventy hobgoblins, a small number of trolls, ogres, and some human mercenaries. But the most noteworthy one is a wizard named Const."

Without hesitation, Fed reported the information the Shadow Thieves Guild had.

"So we have to kill more than four hundred monsters before we can enter the dragon's lair?!" Fangs opened his mouth in shock after returning to his human form.

You have to know that the two brief encounters just now have consumed a lot of her physical strength, making her start to breathe heavily.

If you do it dozens of times in a row, you will probably die of exhaustion.

The girl really couldn't figure out how the master could deal with so many enemies without exposing his powerful spellcasting ability.

Zuo Si smiled and consoled him, "Relax. Since this is a game, there are rules. If I were Felcrag, I would let the invaders come to me after losing about sixty or seventy of my men. Moreover, this underground ruins is so huge, those monsters must be scattered and guarding every corner, so at best you will only encounter a small number of them."

"You are right. I just happen to know a shortcut that leads directly to the Dragon's Lair. Come on, follow me, the passage is right here."

As he spoke, Fed took the lead and walked towards an area on the right that was full of strange-shaped stalactites. He took out a bundle of strong ropes from his backpack, put them on one of the largest and most solid-looking stalactites, and was the first to climb down along the rope.

Isadora was obviously a little scared as she stared at the dark hole leading to the abyss below. She swallowed subconsciously and asked in a low voice: "Are we really going to go down here? Are there any terrible monsters waiting for us down there?"

"Don't worry, I'm here and nothing will happen no matter what kind of monster you encounter. Come, hold me and I'll take you down." Zuo Si was the second one to stand next to the rope.

Isadora hurried over and hugged Zuo Si's neck tightly, hanging her whole body on him, and soon disappeared at the bottom of the dark cave.

As for the last Fangus, he let the winter wolf stand on his shoulders in a difficult posture, and then climbed down along the rope.

When everyone reached the bottom, they immediately saw a pile of golden treasures not far ahead, and a giant red dragon sleeping on the pile of treasures.

moment!

Zuo Si realized that the huge hole that he and others had climbed down was actually the entrance and exit passage left for him by Fercrag.

The dragon has the ability to fly, so it can simply flap its wings to fly from the lower level to the upper level.

There is no doubt that for most mortals, seeing a giant dragon for the first time, especially an exceptionally large red dragon, often produces an indescribable shock, and fear dominates the brain.

Looking at the reactions of Fangus and Winter Wolf who were frozen in place and unable to move, it was clear that the man and the wolf had temporarily lost their ability to fight.

In contrast, Isadora, who possessed psychic powers and a strong will, fared slightly better and occasionally talked to Wilmes and the strange object, but she could also feel her whole body trembling slightly.

Similarly, the demon elf assassin Fed went into stealth mode almost immediately after landing and hid behind a big rock, obviously not intending to participate in the battle at all.

In other words, her task was limited to leading the way.

"Wait for me here for a while." Zuo Si put the girl down and instructed through the mental connection.

“I can help!”

Isadora obviously wanted to demonstrate her worth through this battle.

As a psychic who had devoured a number of tadpoles, she already had the ability to have a certain effect on creatures like dragons.

Although it is far from the effect that can be decisive, it is still possible to provide some limited support.

Zuo Si smiled and touched the girl's hair: "Then go ahead and do it. But remember one thing, don't get too close."

"clear!"

Perhaps because she had been granted permission to join the war, Isadora's originally frightened mood quickly stabilized, and she revealed her excitement to try.

After all, she took a huge risk and let the Mind Flayer and the newborn Mastermind implant tadpoles into her, wasn't it just for this moment?

Having resolved his worries, Zuo Si immediately swaggered out of the darkness and walked towards the red dragon on the pile of treasure with an unconcealed attitude.

After about a few seconds, the sound of footsteps woke the latter from his sleep.

When he saw that it was a very young human, Felcrag immediately showed a playful expression: "You are very brave! Mortal! Much braver than most of the mortals I have met. Because many people would be frightened and panic after seeing me, or kneel on the ground and beg for my mercy."

"That's because they know they don't have enough power to fight a powerful red dragon. As intelligent creatures, survival and reproduction are instincts engraved in their bones. So there is nothing shameful in either running away or begging for mercy." Zuo Si responded nonchalantly.

"You are right. It is not shameful to surrender to a force stronger than yourself. On the contrary, it is a very smart approach. Now, tell me, are you a smart person?" Fercrag lowered his head and moved his huge head closer.

In front of a red dragon of the ancient dragon's age, Zuo Si's frail figure was as small as an ant, and the former's sense of oppression was overwhelming.

Especially the sparks and heat waves emitted from the nose and mouth made breathing extremely difficult.

But Zuo Si was not affected at all. Instead, he calmly asked, "Does this count as recruiting?"

“Hahahahahaha!”

Felcrag suddenly burst into laughter without warning, and while laughing he roared in a deafening voice: "No! You are wrong! Brave mortal! This is not a recruitment, but the only way for you to survive. I can feel that you are wearing a large number of valuable magical items. Hand them over, and then swear allegiance to me, and I will mercifully allow you to live."

"So this is a threat?" Zuo Si asked back, still unmoved.

His calmness instantly aroused the Red Dragon's vigilance.

Fercrag suddenly used dragon language magic at an extremely fast speed to give himself a zero-ring [Detection Magic].

moment!

An arcane light as dazzling as the sun instantly emanated from Zuo Si's body.

arms!

clothing!

boots!

belt!

Amulets! And so many rings that were worn on almost every finger! Obviously, someone who could wear so many high-level magic items and even artifacts could not be an ordinary person.

So Felcrag cast [Stoneskin] and [Protection from Energy Damage] on himself without saying anything, and then asked in a stern voice: "Who are you?!"

Zuo Si smiled and said nothing, but directly removed the deformation effect.

In the blink of an eye, the scales on his body turned into a robe, and his golden hair gradually turned black.

When the transformation effect completely disappeared, Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully: "I'm very sorry. In order to prevent you from escaping, I made some small disguises. But now, these disguises are no longer needed. Dear Felcrag, if you don't mind, can you lend me one of your possessions?"

"Are you the Chosen Goddess of Poison and Disease who has been in the limelight recently? What do you want to borrow? I would like to make it clear in advance that I will not lend my treasures to an outsider casually. You must use something of equal value as collateral."

Felcrag instantly recognized the identity of the human in front of him.

He had been collecting intelligence from all over Amn, so it was natural that he could not be unaware that a chosen one of the gods had settled in the capital of this country in the past two years.

Similarly, he also heard some rumors that the other party liked to target the evil five-colored dragons.

Anyone who was targeted was either brutally murdered or disappeared inexplicably along with his treasure.

No one knows where the missing dragons have gone, but one thing is certain: their fate will definitely not be any better than being captured by the mad wizard Halaster Blackrobe and taken to the Underworld.

Seeing the red dragon's fearful and vigilant reaction, Zuo Si immediately realized that his reputation finally had some deterrent power, so he took the initiative to step forward, with a harmless smile on his face, and said: "Relax, what I want to borrow is not some treasure, but you, or your body, life and soul."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si didn't give the other party any chance to react. He raised his hand and used a [Dimension Anchor], completely blocking the other party's possibility of using teleportation magic to escape.

Needless to say, this is a very obvious signal of war.

Without saying a word, Felcrag opened his mouth wide and spewed out a deadly breath of fire.

As an ancient dragon, the power of his breath is not comparable to those red dragons that are just below adulthood or even in their prime.

The scorching white flames completely melted the gold and silver coins in a large cone-shaped area in front of them almost instantly, and even the rocks on the ground and walls turned into magma under the terrifyingly high temperature.

But when the spitting ended, Fercrag found that Zuo Si, who had just stood in front of him, had disappeared.

Out of caution for high-level spellcasters, he immediately turned around and began to patrol his surroundings, waving his thick tail continuously to try to find the hidden enemy.

Before I could find any suspicious traces, I immediately felt like there was something above my head.

When he looked up, he saw a huge portal opened above his head. The dragon knights Davidian and Wilmes, who had been waiting for a long time, fell from the sky and hit Fercrag hard.

Boom! Boom! As soon as they landed, the three red dragons started fighting with bayonets.

Judging from the size alone, Fercrag is undoubtedly the strongest one, obviously much bigger than the other two and still has room to spare.

But Davian has a very high professional level, so he is not at a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat.

On the contrary, Wilmes, who always relied on his size advantage to bully others, inevitably fell into a tough battle.

In terms of size and basic attributes, she had no advantage at all, but was instead suppressed. In terms of combat experience, she could not compare with an ancient dragon.

So within less than two or three minutes of the battle, he was covered in wounds, and even his abdomen was cut with a deep gash, and precious dragon blood splattered all over the wound.

If Qiwu hadn't used his psychic powers to restrain him at the critical moment, the claw would have pierced directly into his heart.

Finding that he might be killed alive, Wilmes no longer cared about the pride and face of the red dragon. He frantically flapped his wings to push Fercrag away, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Damn it! How long are you going to hide? Are you going to wait until I die?"

"No, I just want you to understand that simply accumulating strength is not enough to make you a true Dragon King. You need to exercise instead of sleeping on a pile of treasures all day long."

Zuo Si lifted his invisibility and cast the magic he had prepared long ago on Wilmes.

Soon, the latter's numerous wounds stopped bleeding and began to heal rapidly.

Needless to say, he had long been annoyed by the sight of Wilmes sleeping in his nest all day, so he deliberately took this opportunity to let him experience firsthand what a truly powerful red dragon looks like.

(End of this chapter)