Dragon Realm
Episode 39's

Dragon Warriors poke in the cabin. The one without the weapon was clearly ordered. He seemed more than interested in Hadeen's corpse. Gwen tried to make him breathe. Three of the five fire drakes and one tracker were all within just a few meters. Without Sorceror, he would have no trouble.

His presence may delay him long enough for one of the others to strike vital. After looking for an excuse, the fire department seemed satisfied that no one had survived. With nothing to gain, Sorceror decided it was time to leave. The warrior and two minor drakes were obeyed without question; the third continued to stare towards the witch's hideout.

It did not move any closer, but it did not give up either. Sorceror stalked the animal and hit it firmly with the back of his hand. The thick, rough skin of the tracker protects the wearer from pain, but the action is enough to stir him from his duties. The beast turned around and widened towards its companions. Firedrake stood staring at the oak tree, as if sensing its true nature. One of the others called him.

Sorceror blinked, red, raging eyes stared directly at the cloaked Enchantress, and shook his head. Gwen heaved a sigh of relief as she spun around and joined her comrades. Not until they don't look and sound he's away from the tree. It turned it on to hide like a helpless beast, but secrecy was of the utmost importance.

Hadeen had given him a jumble of disjointed pieces of information. Somehow he had to understand everything. He knows that Cabe is facing danger. He also knew by now that Shade had been added to their enemy list. Never a two-sided coin. It would be best not to involve the Blurry Warlock at all. His new identity will retain some memory, and his ancient power will give most of the rest.

Now that he was alone, all was left for him to visualize the place of materialization for the next hop. Talak is not far away; it only takes one stop on the road. He prayed that his strength would soon be full. This kind of journey was too unbelievable because of the taste. He remembered the dirt road that curved to the left.

It was the only road leading to Mito Pica from the town near the Tyber Mountains. Even after a long time, Gwen was sure it remained unchanged. He imagined it in his mind and concentrated. The air glittered around him. The woman disappeared. The woman materialized. In the squad style. A dragon warrior, dressed in gold and wearing a helmet was almost as complicated as the kings, sitting in front of him. There was a wine cup in his left hand. He lifted it in greeting. "Welcome, Lady of the Amber!" Lord Toma smiled and took a sip of his wine.

Too obvious. Too dangerous, for that matter. That would mean facing the Black Dragon on his own. Only then could the gray fog be stopped. The black dragon controlled the gray fog. The black dragon was a gray mist. Mistakes in making labels. Not all Dragon Kings are fire drakes. The ice dragon is proof of that. Then, why did Magister Lochivar become one? The answer is he is not; he is a descendant. The most powerful.

What else could spread its deadly presence across the country? To destroy the gray fog, the Gryphon must destroy the black dragon. There is no easy task. Lionbird was a veteran of countless battles, but even he had never taken one of the kings face-to-face. Nathan Bedlam was the only one who ever succeeded, and it cost him his life. However if the Gryphon failed to stop the numb choking of the fog, the penacle would be certain. He began seriously considering retiring from politics. Closing the tome, the Gryphon handed it back to the librarian. Gnome carried him carefully, his eyes lit up with excitement. When the city lord of knowledge departed, short, the squatting man would pore over the courtyard which had been read by his master.

What is written is not so important due to the fact that it is written. Gnome lives for books only. The library faded from Gryphon's sight, but he didn't notice it. Plain and simple, he thought to himself. The book gave him the answer in simple and simple words. There's no trick. No rhymes or riddles. Questioning the gnome has proven to be fruitful; the Librarian only claims that he knows that his master needs a certain tome. Where the idea came from, the little man did not know or care. That's the way of the library. He materialized in the palace not for a moment either.

From the sound outside, it was evident that the Lochivarites had continued their attack. Although he did not like the use of magic for the most part, time was of the essence. Gesturing silently, he disappeared - and reappeared near the east wall. His violence almost flooded into him.

The black-clothed figures attempted to scale the walls. Some of them made it to the top, only to be cut down by defenders. Countless dead littered the area outside the walls. Fanatics do not notice. They kept coming and coming, endless waves that seemed to be ready to swallow all. It's hard to believe they're really human. The number of victims is not one-sided. The enemy men who managed to scale the siege staircase upwards made their mark. Too many defenders died. Although ten times the number of enemies might have been dead or wounded, their legions were much larger in size.

In a war of attrition, the penacel will lose. Where did these invaders come from? AirDrakake and Firedrake soared high above. Although they release with volleyball now and then, their effectiveness has been limited by the accuracy of the archers. If those people fall ...