Laira's immense sorrow had barely begun to ripple when Nasre's roar—"No! Damn Khelben! Couldn't he choose a better time to die?"—turned it completely into fury.
However bad Khelben was, what right did a bastard like you, who had single-handedly created the Cult of the Dragon, have to criticize him?
Alustriel had always felt guilty about Sammaster, so she and her sisters had merely defended themselves passively instead of choosing to retaliate.
But the moment Nasre appeared, they had already found a way to kill him!
Hadn't Sammaster resurrected this fellow precisely because he knew he was certain to die?
He knew that the moment Nasre appeared, countless people and dragons would try to kill him!
Alustriel had deliberately called him by his original name in front of so many people, yet this fellow still hadn't realized how much it would affect his future. Any smart person would have fled for his life long ago!
All Nasre knew was to obsess over Malko's Gem Dimension... A human Lich who had transformed into a Dracolich was far worse at coveting wealth. Anyone with eyes could tell that the Chromatic Dragon Queen had specially prepared this excellent subordinate for herself.
Take Sammaster, for example. He had sent the Chromatic Dragon Queen so many precious gifts.
And yet Nasre was still this greedy... Whether he was human or dragon, this fellow had inherited the worst and most disgusting bloodline.
"You can die too!" Laira said with a smile as she pulled out the best exotic item she sold... the compact, powerful dragon-slaying giant crossbow that could fire rapidly, the kind the Undead used most often in Neverwinter Forest. Guess who invented it?
The first time Laira saw the rapid-fire repeating crossbows invented by the Undead, she became fascinated.
There were also crystal wands that