The Okisa River rises from the Sunset Mountains in the east and flows slowly westward until it flows into the sea. This is the ultimate river in the Baldur's Gate area, irrigating the rich green fields and thriving the economy along both sides of the river. But today Corey was in no mood to admire the river as he stood on the edge of the river, for several days had passed since the appointed time, and there was no sign of troops in the city of Eltorel on the other side.

He was now eager to swim over to see what was going on to make the whole plan go so wrong. An army of more than 1,500 people waited like this, and if it continued like this, the rebel army would probably fall to Soba. Once the Iron Throne has established a solid regime on the North Shore, it will not be as easy to fight as it is now.

"My lord, let's go back, otherwise it will be troublesome to be discovered by the patrol team on the other side." One of the guards cautioned. Although it is dark now, it is not enough to see such a big goal clearly.

Corey sighed deeply, and turned helplessly to walk towards the woods in the distance. In order to avoid detection, the entire army was hidden, and even the fire and cooking had to be carefully cooked. In this regard, many soldiers have already begun to be dissatisfied, and if they do not start fighting again, the morale of the army will be dispersed. He had even begun to consider whether he could directly fight over and occupy the city first.

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But what Corey didn't know was that Byrne, who was in charge of luring the enemy into sending troops, was in serious trouble, although his life was not in danger for the time being. But he couldn't move. Because the part from the neck down was all buried in the sand. The brass dragon, which has always been huge, is talking endlessly about its experience from birth to the present. Completely ignoring whether the audience wants to or not.

The reason for this incident starts from two days ago. Escorted by several elite assassins, Byrne was about to cross the river through the Tooth Forest when he suddenly encountered a young man who looked a little proud. As soon as the guy appeared, he began to talk about it, much to the annoyance of several people, and finally the assassin couldn't take it anymore and took out the dagger at his waist and threatened.

What I didn't expect was that this threat could be regarded as a hornet's nest. The proud youth is none other than a brass dragon with a strict chatter. Without saying a word, it spewed out a cloud of "sleep" gas, directly putting everyone to sleep. Wait for them to open their eyes. All of them have been pushed into the sand.

Brass dragons are a type of metal dragon that belongs to the good camp, so they do not harm humans lightly. But they have the most troublesome side, and that is a mouth that can speak well. Whoever encounters the Brass Dragon had better be patient and chat with them for a while, or else they would likely be caught listening to the sound of the ear filler.

Byrne only felt that his life was better than death now, and he might as well be sprayed to death by a mouthful of dragon breath. The damn dragon had been talking about it for two days, and it didn't mean to end until now. It doesn't eat, sleep, or even excrete at all, and it has a bit of a sense of being more and more energetic.

Of the four assassins who were treated the same way, two of them couldn't bear the mental torture and chose to commit suicide by taking poison. But they were all rescued. It can be said that this is the best embodiment of not being able to survive and not dying, if Henry sees it, he will definitely think of Tang Seng in a classic comedy film. As for the other two. The spirit is a little abnormal, no matter what the brass dragon says, they keep nodding their heads.

Byrne didn't know how long he would be able to keep his sanity, maybe an hour, maybe ten minutes. However, he always felt that he was likely to go crazy in the next second, but whenever he was on the verge of collapse, he always thought of his mother and sister who were far away in the Cormier Royal Prison.

"I can't go crazy yet, I'm going to keep going until I get them all out." Byrne kept encouraging himself over and over again.

He was originally a relatively wealthy nobleman in Cormier, and he also had a small estate, although not very rich, but he had a kind mother and a quiet and weak sister. Originally, the family was supposed to live in peace and happiness, but the arrival of the Iron Throne made this qiē come to naught, and it only took them half a year to make a mess of it.

In order to save the family from bankruptcy, Byrne resolutely joined the Iron Throne and started a business, making a lot of money after just two years. Normally, the protagonist should meet a beautiful girl at this time, and then happily enter the palace of marriage. But it's a pity that the plot doesn't develop according to the normal situation.

Somehow, the Iron Throne suddenly fell out with the Cormier royal family and was cleared out almost overnight. Many of the nobles who joined the group were purged, and Byrne's family was one of them. Not only were the property and fiefs confiscated, but even the mother and sister were taken to jail. He himself was forced to have no way out, so he temporarily took refuge in the Iron Throne and became a high-ranking envoy.

It can be said that Byrne not only does not have any affection for this business organization, but is also full of hatred. When Robert needed a spy, he almost didn't hesitate to say yes. Because the other party promised that as long as the mission was successful, he would find a way to get his mother and sister out of prison.

For the sake of his loved ones, who were still suffering, Byrne knew he had to do something. It has been more than two days since the allotted time was missed, and if it continues to delay like this, I am afraid that the mission will fail. He struggled to raise his head and shouted to the brass dragon, "Mr. Dragon, you have been preaching for two days and two nights, and this is enough as a punishment!" Look at a few of my companions, they're going to go crazy if they go on! ”

"................................................" The brass dragon fell silent, it carefully observed the mental conditions of several people, and found that it was really quite miserable. Not only do they have sunken eye sockets (they haven't closed their eyes for two days and two nights), but they also have dull eyes and drool from time to time (neurasthenia).

"Well, I'm still a little unsatisfied, but it seems that your body and spirit have reached their limits. Goodbye, mortal. ”

The dragon, covered in scales that shimmered with a metallic sheen, finished speaking. He leapt and flew into the sky. Facing the bright moonlight. It looks mighty. But it seems to have forgotten one important thing, which is to dig out the people buried in the sand.

Byrne obviously forgot about this, and when the other party couldn't see it, he realized that he was still buried in the soil, and struggled a few times to find that he couldn't climb out at all. He had no choice but to shout at the top of his voice, "Is anyone there...... Help me...... Come on...... Let's have someone...... We need help ......."

"If I were you, shut up. It's night, and the setting is supposed to be in the place of death north of the Okina River. As far as I know. There are so many monsters in this area. A thief who failed to commit suicide reminded weakly. Ever since the brass dragon was gone, he felt like he had the motivation to live again.

Looking at his surroundings, Byrne stopped shouting for help and asked in a low voice, "Then what do you say?" We can't just wait to die. ”

"Don't expect anyone alive in this damn place, so start saving yourself." As he spoke, the thief took a large mouthful of sand and spat it out to the side. He looked like he was going to dig out his hands with his mouth first, so that he could get out of the inside.

Byrne was stunned to see this, and he asked in surprise, "Hey! Buddy! You're a genius to come up with this method. Also, isn't it sad to hold sand in your mouth? ”

"Phew! Bah! Bah! The thief spat out the sand in his mouth and replied, "It doesn't matter if it tastes good or not, you'd better do it." Know that danger lurks here. Maybe you'll encounter an ogre or a troll in the next moment. Also, I didn't invent this method either. It is available in the union's training manuals. ”

"Well, hopefully it doesn't taste too bad."

Byrne knew he was right, and he had to do it. He took a large mouthful of sand into his eyes, and instantly felt that his mouth was full of sticky and astringent taste, and hurriedly spit it out into the distance. Under the cover of night, the three people who could still keep their senses were desperately digging in the sand, and the two who had become stupid and stupid had been treated as outcasts.

It turns out that human beings often burst into unimaginable potential when they are on the verge of desperation, and even they can't believe it afterwards. After hours of struggle, Byrne's lips had cracked, and there were even small cuts in many places in his mouth, and the effort paid off, and his two arms were finally pulled out of the sand.

Escaping death, he let out a burst of wild laughter: "Hahahahaha! I did it! I'm going to get out of this way! It's good to be alive! ”

"Idiot! Don't make a sound! Do you want to attract some monsters at the most critical time? An Assassin on the verge of escape issued a stern warning.

"Sorry! I'm really sorry! I'm a little too excited. Byrne also knew that he was a little reckless, and hurriedly apologized. He couldn't care about anything, and his two hands dug down desperately, without even looking at a broken fingernail.

At dawn, three exhausted men lay on the ground, gasping for air. Their bodies and experiences have been exhausted, and now they don't even want to move a finger. One of the Assassins pointed to his two companions who were still buried in the diagram and asked, "What about them?" Is it just left here to fend for itself? ”

"Do you still have the body to dig them out?" Another Assassin asked rhetorically.

"Give them a treat. According to you, you can encounter ogres or trolls here at any time, so it's better to end the pain early. Byrne sighed and said.

One of the assassins silently stood up, pulled out the dagger from his waist, walked to his companion's side, covered the other's eyes, and plunged into his brain from behind. After both of them were killed, he took a deep breath and said, "Let's go, we still have a task to complete." Although the deadline has passed, it can be remedied. ”

A few minutes later, the three of them headed east against the morning sun. They need to find someone to find out how far it is from Eltorell, and then have a good meal and get some sleep.

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