The third underground floor of the Mage Tower.

This is the bottom floor of the entire tower, and it is also the most indestructible place after being reinforced and strengthened with countless magics.

Unlike other floors, it is divided into various areas according to different functions and then renovated and decorated.

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

There are no gorgeous decorations, nor any other statues, lighting facilities or the like.

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

Compared to the exquisite upper floors of the tower, this place almost looks like a simple natural cave.

However, the eye-catching magic circle carved out of silver metal on the ground in the center of the arched venue highlights the unusualness of this floor.

Here is between the bonds.

Just as the name suggests, it is a place to restrain and imprison dangerous creatures.

At this moment, a huge monster with a body length of nearly 17 meters including the tail and a wingspan of an astonishing 24 meters was lying in the center of the huge magic circle.

Its body is covered with broad, thick, dark red scales.

These scales not only have strong magic resistance, but also have metal-like hardness.

All non-magical weapons, whether swords, axes or hammers, can hardly leave even a scratch on the scales.

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

A row of smaller horns extends from the top of the head down to the chin.

There are two eyes and a big mouth full of sharp teeth, and you can vaguely see flames jumping inside.

Its strong limbs and sharp claws are enough to tear into pieces any enemy who dares to approach.

There is no doubt that this is a true dragon from the Forgotten Realm - Faerun.

Moreover, it is the most powerful adult red dragon among the five-colored evil dragons.

In many cases, the mere appearance of this terrifying creature is enough to scare most people into running away, without them even thinking of resisting.

Even the most experienced adventuring party would be wiped out in just a few minutes if they encountered an adult red dragon.

The red dragon is a symbol of power, but also a natural tyrant.

They used killing, destruction, devastation and death to forge their reputation as the strongest evil dragons.

But at this moment, this giant dragon, which is at the top of the food chain in the magical world, is obviously in an extremely irritable and angry mood.

The best proof is the tail that keeps whipping the ground and making snapping sounds.

The reason is simple! She is currently imprisoned by a powerful magical force.

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

There was no chance to engage in close combat, or to use powerful fire breath or spell-like abilities.

The first thing that comes up is a package of reduced magic resistance, blindness, weakness curse, strong binding and teleportation spells.

Faced with such a shameless and unethical sneak attack.

Not to mention a red dragon that has just reached adulthood and has not experienced the harshness of society, even those old dragons would probably die on the spot if they came.

When she came to her senses, she found herself in the restraint room at the bottom of the Mage Tower.

Not to mention fighting, he couldn't even stand up and could only lie on the ground obediently.

Even weak and dirty human apprentices can take the noble dragon blood from him.

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

Wilmes made a silent vow in his heart.

As a red dragon that nests near a hilly area south of the west coast of the continent of Faerun.

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

As a result, during a patrol of the territory, he accidentally discovered an open portal, as well as piles of gold and silver coins on the other side of the portal.

This simple and rough style of doing things stems from her growing experience.

From the moment he was born, Wilmes tasted the sweetness of snatching food from his brothers and sisters' mouths.

As she entered adulthood, she looked stronger and larger than her siblings and other red dragons of the same age.

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

When he was young, Wilmes used his size and the amazing power of his fire breath to personally kill a silver dragon that was almost the same age as himself and had just left the protection of its parents, as well as an adult black dragon living deep in the swamp, and looted all the property in the other's nest.

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

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

Although it cannot be said to be well-known locally, it can be said to be notorious.

Some cities and temples of good gods offer very high rewards, hoping that a warrior or adventurer will be able to take it out.

Unfortunately, without exception, these people never returned.

In Wilmes's opinion, as long as it is something he wants, he can just rush up and grab it.

After all, wealth belongs only to the strong.

The weak should just give away all their property.

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

It can be said that the Red Dragon deserves the situation he has today.

Just as she closed her eyes and pondered over why the sinister and cunning necromancer had not appeared in the past two months, and even the apprentices who were supposed to extract dragon blood had all disappeared, the sound of fierce fighting suddenly came from the only tunnel leading to the upper level.

The next second...

Boom! Dazzling flames and silver lightning burst out from the tunnel!

Immediately afterwards, the two large undead creatures guarding the door, which were made up of various corpses, rolled down the stairs and fell to the ground with a thump.

Those pieces of meat that looked like they were rotten had now completely turned into a burnt black state 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, breathing heavily.

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

Zuo Si looked at the lightning launcher whose energy had been reduced by almost a quarter, and the consumed high-level magic scroll in his hand, and could not help but complain in a low voice.

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

You should know that he was involved in the production of these undead guards and was very familiar with the manufacturing process and craftsmanship.

Strictly speaking, they should be called [corpse creatures], which are made up of multiple incomplete undead creatures. In theory, they should have no magic resistance, and at best they just have thick skin and flesh.

Without authorization from the tower master Asta, these construct guards who could only mechanically execute orders would never allow Zuo Si to enter some key areas of the mage tower.

Especially one that held a dangerous red dragon.

So as a last resort, they had to kill the guards and force their way in.

"It's you?!"

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

She would never forget that this boy was standing by her when she was attacked by the necromancer.

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

Zuo Si spoke the common language of the surface of the continent of Faerun, which he had just learned not long ago, and bowed to the dragon with one hand on his chest.

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

In other words, just go with the flow.

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

(End of this chapter)