After more than a hundred years of expansion, the Holy Light Empire's territory has almost surrounded the Sea of Maditreynir. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because of its vast territory, the empire has a variety of landscapes.

For example, in the southern part of the province of Aki, on the southeastern border of the empire, there is a huge wasteland.

This desolate, barren land is infested with man-eating beasts, the southern part is the territory of the orcs, and there is a terrifying area infested with necromancy in the center, so there is little to no human population except for the bandits entrenched here and the border guards who defend the orcs and the undead.

But there is one exception, and that is Port Said.

It is located on the banks of the Suezkena River, a great river that connects the Maditrenier Sea with the Ryde Sea.

Historically, the Holy Light Empire has waged war against the orc tribes who have lived here for generations in order to seize the Suezkena River, the mouth of the Red Sea.

The war ended with the victory of humanity.

The defeated orcs were driven to the depths of the Great Wilderness.

Some orc tribes even left the Saharel Desert as a result.

Later, the incoming and outgoing caravans contributed to the prosperity of Port Said, which some say was as prosperous as the imperial capital of Wright.

Whatever the commodity, one can find it in Said.

It is a veritable trading capital.

The caravan attracted robbers again, and the rampant bandits caused a boom in mercenaries, so that Sede became the capital of mercenaries again.

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Night.

Dozens of kilometers west of Said, a group of more than 100 robbers were laughing and escorting the booty back to their lair.

"I can't imagine that a small merchant group with such a value can be so valuable."

A pock-faced robber suddenly sighed loudly, attracting the echo of the robbers around him.

The man who spoke was Potter, and he was the leader of the bandits.

The "valuable goods" he says deserve the nonchalant little girl in the trophy, dressed in a shabby but well-textured weird costume, with pointed ears.

It was a white elf.

Elves, whether Night Elves or White Elves, are valuable if sold as slaves.

Not only are they stunningly beautiful, but they also live extremely long.

They can easily live thousands of years and serve generations with the same beauty.

Not only that, since the end of the war between the Holy Light Empire and the White Elves a hundred years ago, the elves have rarely appeared in the human world, and the law of scarcity makes the price of elf slaves even higher.

This elf looks similar to a human girl of seven or eight years old, and her actual age should be only eleven or twelve years old.

Although much of his demeanor was obscured by the dust of the wind and his sluggish state of mind, his delicate face and sapphire-like eyes made the thieves around him seriously consider whether or not to become a pedophile.

Mr. Potter had been thinking about whether to keep her as a tool to vent his desires or to sell her for a fortune.

"Look! Another deal has come to the door! ”

An accomplice's shout finally interrupted the tip of his infinitely looping horns.

Following his accomplice's hand, Potter spotted a man in a long black cloak with a face completely hidden in the shadow of his hood walking alone.

Generally speaking, people who want to pass through the Great Wasteland will go in groups and hire mercenaries to protect them because they are afraid of the bandits here.

Even so, small caravans with few people were always targeted by bandit groups.

And to go alone like this is really a wealth given for nothing.

Almost without even thinking about it, many of the robbers rushed forward with their weapons brandished.

The other party actually stayed where he was very cooperative.

The robbers thought they had another small sum of money.

"If you don't have a rich person in clothes, then you don't have to keep him and wait for ransom. Let's see if he's still so honest for a while, if he's honest, he'll sell it, and if he's not honest, he'll ......"

The pock-faced bandit who rarely ran at the front of the team was secretly calculating.

But before he could command the brothers to surround each other, he noticed that the scenery in front of him had become a little strange.

He felt as if he was flying.

Then, he realized vaguely that he was indeed flying, but only his own beautiful head was flying.

Potter's head spun in the air, and he could even see behind him.

At the last glance of his life, he saw the strange sight of the heads of his brothers who rushed up with him almost at the same time and the blood splattered in the air.

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All the others present saw that the black cloak had knocked out the heads of a dozen or so robbers who had rushed forward with a single wave of his hand.

There was not a single spell or a shadow of light.

"O magician!"

I don't know who made this scream first, and the robbers who had lost their leader scattered in a hurry, each picking a direction and crawling and fleeing.

In the blink of an eye, all that was left was the immobile captives, pitifully waiting for the cloak mage's fateful arrival.

"Vulnerable."

This is what Night Moon said about this group of bandits.

The blade of the vacuum created by the manipulation of air with mental power is the weapon that kills the bandits.

In fact, she didn't make a killer, this can only be regarded as her tentative attack.

It's just that sometimes catching a fragile bug and being careful not to pinch it to death is indeed not a very good skill to master.

However, this group of ordinary people can't be blamed for being fragile, even according to the standards of fellow mages, this instantaneous magic without spells and casting materials is already quite advanced skills.

Cutting the ropes of the bound men with the beautifully crafted daggers, the relics of the thief Ken, the night moon prepared to continue on his way.

But those who were rescued followed.

Too lazy to speak, Yeyue cast another spell to send out a strong gust of wind.

Sure enough, the stumbling crowd turned around and fled.

Except for the little girl with pointed ears.

She still stood there stubbornly.

Ignoring her, Nightmoon continued to walk forward.

She's going to a place where she's remembered for more than a hundred years—Castle Black, the realm of the undead.

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After spending more than a year in the ruins, Yeyue finally perfected her new body.

The physical body was transformed into her appearance when the consciousness of Yeyue's previous life awakened, and she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this, but continued to use it naturally.

Because she has been awake for less than twenty years as Li Feng, but Yeyue's memory is calculated in hundreds of years.

But the memory of the night moon actually didn't have the upper hand either.

Because Li Feng lives in the era of information explosion, the information contained in his memory is too rich, and he is determined and believes in science.

Therefore, she is also Li Feng.

This is reflected in the fact that when she faces the lovely child who is becoming more and more beautiful in the mirror, she begins to wonder why she didn't care about her appearance so much in her previous life, and allowed herself to be corrupted by magic and rot her body.

This body, if placed in the hands of any careerist, is afraid that even the Pope can be tempted. Isn't it stupid to rely on one's own strength to fight a war with a strong enemy whose scale is completely disproportionate, and finally lose and die? This body is obviously the most perfect masterpiece of the night god, but it is a pity that it is equipped with a seemingly intelligent elm head.

"So, where do you go next?"

After a short period of thought, Yeyue decided to go to the Black Castle in her previous life.

There was nothing left in Li Feng's world, so it was a natural decision.

After using her magic to write down everything on the computer, she seals off the ruins and fights her way out of the Lost Swamp, ready to return to her former realm.

There, the power of her last magic in her previous life was still there, and there were many magic materials she could use.

Although it can be dangerous.

There were a lot of troubles along the way.

This is true not only in the Lost Swamp and the villages near the swamp, but also in other places.

As a solo traveler, she's been through a lot: he's killed monsters that broke into the village twice, and robbed a gang of monster hunters from the business. He also healed many seriously ill people - this is the work of pastors.

When it comes to saving people, she is probably already the best doctor of this era.

As an added effect, rumors of a "powerful wandering mage in an all-powerful worn-out cloak" spread everywhere.

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"This little girl will give up after a while."

Faced with the new little trouble, Yeyue didn't care.

But after two full days of walking, the dark wizard suddenly stopped and sighed.

Turning around, she spoke for the first time to the little girl who was still stumbling after her: "What's your name?" ”

didn't react for a while, and the girl was stunned for a long time before replying: "Month, month. Night. ”

"Nice name."

Hearing this name, which felt very close to him, the dark wizard sighed softly.