Broad World

From the Sunset Mountains on the Chongsa River, it slowly goes westward until it flows into the sea. This is the ultimate river in the Baldur's Gate region, not only irrigating the rich green fields, but also prospering the economy along its banks. But today Corey was not in the mood to appreciate standing by the river, because several days had passed since the appointed time, and there was no sign of troops being dispatched from the city of El Toril on the opposite bank.

Now he can't wait to swim over to see what happened, which will cause such a big flaw in the whole plan. An army of more than 1,500 people just waited in this way. If this continues, the rebel army may be about to capture Soba. Once the Iron Throne has established a stable regime on the North Shore, it will not be as easy as it is now to fight over it.

"My lord, let's go back, otherwise it will be troublesome if we are discovered by the patrol team on the opposite side." A guard cautiously reminded. Although the sky is already dark now, it is still not clear to see such a big target.

Corey sighed deeply, turned helplessly and walked towards the distant woods. In order to avoid detection, the entire army was hidden, even cooking fires had to be careful. Many soldiers have already become dissatisfied with this, and if the fight is not started, the morale of the army will be lost. He has even begun to consider whether it is possible to call directly 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 to send troops, was in great trouble, although his life was not in danger for the time being. But he couldn't move at all. Because all the parts below his neck were buried in the sand. The brass dragon, which has always been huge, is talking about his experience from birth to the present. Regardless of whether the audience wants to or not.

The reason for this incident started two days ago. Escorted by several elite assassins, Byrne passed through the Tooth Forest and was about to cross the river when he suddenly met a young man who seemed somewhat proud. As soon as this guy appeared, he started talking loudly, which annoyed several people. The last assassin couldn't stand it anymore, and threatened with a dagger from his waist.

What I didn't expect was that this threat could be regarded as stabbing a hornet's nest. The proud youth is a brass dragon with a serious chatterbox. Without saying a word, it directly sprayed out a cloud of "sleep" gas, directly putting everyone to sleep. When they open their eyes. All have been stepped into the sand.

The brass dragon is a kind of metal dragon, which belongs to the good camp, so it will not easily harm humans. But they have the most troublesome side, that is a mouth that can speak well. No matter who encounters a brass dragon, it is best to be patient and chat with them for a while, otherwise they are likely to be arrested and listen to the magic sound.

Byrne just felt that his life would be worse than death now, and he might as well be killed by a breath of dragon's breath. This damn dragon has been talking here for two days, and it has no intention of ending until now. It does not eat, sleep or even excrete, and it also means that the more you talk, the more energetic you are.

Of the four assassins who received the same treatment, 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 wanting to live but not dying. If Henry saw it, he would definitely think of Tang Seng in a certain classic funny movie. As for the other two. The spirit is a bit abnormal, no matter what the brass dragon says, they keep nodding their heads.

Byrne didn't know how long he could keep his sanity, it might be an hour, or it might be ten minutes. However, he always felt that he might go crazy in the next second, but every time he was on the verge of collapse, he would always think of his mother and sister who were imprisoned in Cormyr Royal Prison.

"Can I still be crazy? I will persevere until I rescue them all." Byrne encouraged himself in his heart over and over again.

He was originally a relatively wealthy little nobleman in Cormyr, and he also had a not too big manor. Although he could not be said to be very rich, he had a kind mother and a quiet and weak sister. Originally, the family should live in peace and happiness, but the arrival of the Iron Throne made all this come to naught. It only took them half a year to mess everything up.

In order to save the family that was on the verge of bankruptcy, Byrne resolutely joined the Iron Throne and started doing business. After just two years, he made a lot of money. Normally, the protagonist should meet a beautiful girl at this time, and then happily enter the palace of marriage. But unfortunately, the plot did not develop according to the normal situation.

The Iron Throne suddenly fell out with the House of Cormyr out of nowhere and was cleared out almost overnight. Many nobles who joined were purged, and Byrne's family was one of them. Not only the property and fief were confiscated, but even the mother and sister were jailed. He himself was forced to have nowhere to go, so he temporarily took up the Iron Throne and became a senior envoy.

It can be said that Byrne not only has no affection for this business organization, but is also full of hatred. When Robert needed a spy, he agreed almost without hesitation. Because the other party promised that as long as this mission is successful, they will find a way to get their mother and sister out of prison.

Byrne knew he had to do something for his loved ones who were still suffering. It has already missed the stipulated time for more than two days. If we continue to delay like this, I am afraid that the mission will fail. He tried to raise his head and shouted loudly to the brass dragon: "Mr. Dragon, you have been talking for two days and two nights, this is enough as punishment! Look at my companions, they will go crazy if you continue!"

"........." The brass dragon fell silent. It carefully observed the mental state of several people, and found that it was really miserable. Not only are their eye sockets deeply sunken (didn't close their eyes for two days and two nights), but their eyes are dull and drooling from time to time (a manifestation of neurasthenia).

"Okay, although I still have a lot to say, it seems that your physical strength and spirit have reached their limits. Goodbye, mortal."

The giant dragon whose scales were shining with metallic luster finished speaking. With a sudden leap, he flew towards the sky. Facing the bright moonlight. It looks very powerful. But it seems to have forgotten one important thing, which is to dig out the people buried in the sand.

Byrne apparently forgot this too, and when the other party lost sight of him, he realized that he was still buried in the soil. After struggling a few times, he found that he couldn't get out at all. He had no choice but to shout at the top of his voice, "Is anyone there... help... please... someone... we need help..."

"If I were you, shut up immediately. It's night, and the environment here should be a place of death north of the Chongsa River. As far as I know, there are as many monsters around here." A thief who failed to commit suicide reminded weakly. Since the brass dragon left, he felt that he had the motivation to live again.

Looking at the surrounding environment, Byrne stopped shouting for help and asked in a low voice: "Then what do you say? We can't just wait to die like this."

"Don't expect there to be any living people in this damn place, so start to save yourself." As he spoke, the thief swallowed a mouthful of sand and spat it out viciously towards the side. It looked like he was planning to dig out his hands with his mouth first, so that he could get out of it.

Byrne was stunned when he saw this scene, and he asked in amazement: "Hey! Dude! You're such a genius to come up with such a method. Besides, isn't it hard to keep sand in your mouth?"

"Bah! Bah! Bah!" The thief spat out the sand in his mouth and replied, "Don't care if it tastes good or not, you'd better do it quickly. You must know that this place is full of dangers. You might encounter ogres or trolls in the next moment. In addition, I didn't invent this method. It's included in the union's training manual."

"Okay, I hope it doesn't taste too bad."

Byrne knew what the other party said was right, and he could only follow suit. He took a big mouthful of sand from his upper eyes, and instantly felt his mouth was full of sticky and astringent taste, and hurriedly spat it out into the distance. Under the cover of the night, the three people who could still maintain their sanity were digging the sand desperately. As for the two guys who had become stupid, they had already been regarded as abandoned children.

Facts have proved that human beings often burst out with unimaginable potential when they are on the verge of extinction, and even they themselves can't believe it afterwards. After several hours of struggle, Byrne's lips were cracked, and there were even small cuts in many places in his mouth. The hard work paid off, and his two arms were finally pulled out from the sand.

After escaping from the dead, he laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha! I succeeded! I will be out of trouble soon! It's good to be alive!"

"Idiot! Don't make a sound! Do you want to attract some monsters at the most critical moment?" An assassin who was about to get out of trouble issued a stern warning.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry! I was a little too excited." Byrne also knew that he was a little reckless and hurriedly apologized. He couldn't care about anything else, he dug down desperately with both hands, and didn't even look at the broken nails.

At dawn, three exhausted people lay on the ground panting heavily. Their physical strength and experience have been exhausted, and now they don't even want to move a finger. An assassin pointed to the two companions who were still buried in the picture and asked, "What should they do? Are they just left here to fend for themselves?"

"Do you still have the strength to dig them out?" Another assassin asked back.

"Give them a good time. According to what you said, ogres or trolls may be encountered here at any time, and it is better to end the pain early." Byrne suggested with a sigh.

An assassin stood up silently, pulled out the dagger from his waist, walked to his companion, covered his eyes, and slammed it into the brain from behind. After both of them were killed, he took a deep breath and said, "Come on, we still have tasks to complete. Although the deadline has passed, we can make up for it."

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

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