Huge stones were piled up on the edge of the high wall, and the blue stone slabs had many scratches and some animal paw prints, and some of the debris on the stones fell in the wind, and they drifted somewhere in the wind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The walls look pretty shabby.

As a wall to defend against enemy invasions and beast attacks, the humans who live in this town because of the needs of life around this town that I don't know what to call it have lived in this kind of gathering place for a long time, and some humans have never left the gathering place too far in their entire lives. It's sad.

Cities are just a general term, and settlements of different sizes have different names, the smallest is called a village, and then there are towns and big cities, and then there are giant cities, but there are only a few.

This is what the summoner told me about human cities, does this categorization make any sense?

The city in front of us can only barely be regarded as a town, and there are not too many people shuttling back and forth at the city gates, and their bodies are so weak that they seem to be blown up by a gust of wind. No wonder the lich Legstone closed his eyes and didn't look at them. The city was much more lively inside than outside, with a straight blue stone paved road extending from the city gate, and many tall stone fortresses on both sides.

"These fortresses are much smaller than the castles of the dead." I told the summoner.

"It's not a fortress, it's called a house." The summoner seemed to be laughing and crying.

"Isn't it called a house made of grass and dirt?" I even pulled up memories of previous conversations from my soul sea.

"This is also the house, this is the house, no more questions!" The summoner's appearance meant that she didn't know how to explain it, so I didn't ask any more questions. We walked along the bluestone avenue, with the Lich Rheustone leading the way, and passers-by making way for us.

The houses on both sides of the road have disproportionate doors, and on top of them are wooden rectangular objects with human characters written on them.

"It's called a store, and it's a place where humans buy what they need." The summoner spoke to me with his soul. Human beings are really troublesome, and they don't even get it themselves when they need to, so what is buying it, is it a way to get it? How could such a weak human being be able to acquire it.

I didn't ask for such a profound question, which I don't think the summoner could have answered.

The lich walked slowly with us, and why didn't he fly was a question I once asked him. That's when he replied to me, "Flying, that doesn't belong to human beings, and in the human world, it's always natural to live a human way of life." ”

"But you're not human, you're a necromancy, you're a lich." I wondered.

He said heavily, "No, I am a human being, and I am a human being." The summoner used to speak in this tone, and I understood not to continue.

It wasn't long before the lich led us away when I looked up to see the tall stone spired houses in the distance, and the wide robes in front of the lich had almost obscured my vision, even my soul sense, and I don't know how he did it.

We approached the massive structure, far worse than the Castle of the Dead, and although there were huge doors to fill it up, two tattered humans with weapons in their hands and standing crookedly in the doorway completely betrayed the weak nature of the fortress. I even felt it as they got closer, the unconsciously trembling legs and the fear in their souls when they saw the lich Grimstone.

We turned right in front of the two soldiers, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

A short walk to the right, the lich stopped in front of another building, not as tall as the previous one, but the glittering gems on the door, and the rectangle of metal with strange runes that lit up from time to time, showed that this building was more important than the tall building in the center.

"The Wizards' Guild, it's been a long time." The Lich Froststone finally opened his eyes.

Then he led us to the closed door of the Wizards' Guild, and put his hand on the quaint wooden gate of the Wizards' Guild, and the moment his hand touched the door, the wooden gate suddenly lit up. The runes that slowly appeared on it were like miniature versions of the huge light patterns that had been transferred from the castle of the dead.

The door didn't open, and we were teleported inside.

The huge hedron on the dome emitted a soft glow, and the black glossy floor was able to reveal my entire figure like a mirror. I looked down at myself on a handstand, the white flames in my eyes flickering faintly.

Directly on the wall in front of him was a mural of a huge rune, next to a wooden platform, behind which sat a human, with long orange hair covering most of his face, and he couldn't see clearly with his head down.

The lich walked slowly to the wooden platform, and when he raised his hand, a pure black card suddenly appeared in his hand. The long-haired orange-haired human raised his head, looked at the lich's shriveled face, and was suddenly taken aback, and stood up as if facing a great enemy, "You, what can I serve you?" ”

The Lich Grimstone handed her the black card in his hand, "Teleport to Emerald Smoke City". The lich's hoarse voice.

"But..." The red-haired human looked embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I'll pay double the price," the lich Greystone was impatient.

Hearing this, the red-haired human finally stopped hesitating, stepped out of the wooden platform, bowed respectfully to the lich, and said, "Please follow me."

We followed the human many times before we reached a rather internal room, and then the human bowed respectfully once more, returned the card to the lich, and left.

I followed the lich Grimstone to a strange place in the center of the ground covered with stone and patterns, and the summoner gently took my hand, as if he had been a translator to convey a soul message to me, and the black energy was so familiar that it cut off direct contact between us.

The next moment I felt an indescribable contradictory feeling of being squeezed but teared, but for a moment I almost couldn't bear it.

I don't know when the lich raised her hands above me and the summoner's heads, so I didn't feel the pressure before, and the summoner's pale face meant that she was in a similar situation to me.

This time the teleportation time was much longer than before, and when I felt the sensation of landing, my soul was filled with dizziness, and the moment I stepped on the ground, my leg bones went weak and I almost sat on the ground.

"Sure enough, it's not bad," said the lich Grimstone, a feeling of surprise from the soul message.

We walked out of the same place, which was also covered with stone and painted patterns, and as soon as we walked out of the room, a human in a wide blue robe came to show us the way, and the lich Grim Guston didn't say anything but made a gesture, and the human who led the way turned away.

"I haven't teleported magic for a long time, and my ability to control it seems to have decreased, so take a break and let my fragile body recover its magic power." The lich floated with us as he spoke to us, and I felt as if there was a strange force under my feet that lifted me up, and it was much better to fly than to walk.

We drifted to a golden hall with bright white crystals on all sides, countless luminous crystals hanging from the dome, and a large, brilliant circular object in the center.

"It's called the starry sky," the lich said to me, looking up at me. Looking at the pure black dome from below, the countless glowing crystals look like a starry sky, but if it were to that extent, I think I could make an approximate idea.

The lich seemed to know what I was thinking, and he told me obsessively, "These crystals move, and each one is placed and arranged in the same way as the stars in the sky, and even the orbit is the same. You can see that they seem to be hanging from the ceiling, which is the illusion of the bright light emitted by the crystals in this particular environment, there are no connection points, all the crystals are floating in the air.

Thirty-five different magic arrays supported the entire hall, and it was strange that the people in it could not feel a trace of the magic element, magic, magic..."

"It's a gaffe, it's not good to be like this in front of a lady", Rig Stone suddenly came back to his senses.

He led us to the huge wooden object around the walls of the hall, the shape I recognized as a low-level being used by humans called tables and chairs, which were made for food, and it was sad that humans should spend their energy on such things.

The lich pulled up a chair and bent slightly, holding out one hand to the summoner and the other behind his back, the summoner reached out and gently placed a hand on the lich's hand, and walked to the front of the chair, where the lich gently pushed the chair summoner to sit down.

I got tired of watching and sat down on the floor. It seems that the corners of the lich's eyes twitched twice when they caught a glimpse of me.

As soon as the summoner sat down, she saw me sit down, she got up and pulled me up, and then pushed me to a seat next to her, soft and seemingly more comfortable than the floor.

The lich spat out the word order, not knowing what it meant.

He held a wooden board that appeared at some point, and after drawing something on it with the feather of a flying animal, the wooden board flew to the side on its own, and in a short time a silver metal plate carrying something floated back.

"Lovely lady, this is yours" The lich cut off a plate of smoking flesh from top of the silver tray, a bowl of cloudy water, and a few other smoking things that didn't know what to eat.

Then I picked up a few hedron of different colors and closed my eyes, and as for me, there was nothing...

Shortly after the summoner had eaten everything in front of her, and made a sound of utter satisfaction, the lich opened its eyes, its shriveled eyeballs gently rolling twice.

He got up and flew us back to where we had been, continuing the teleportation.

The teleportation didn't take as long as it had before, and when it landed again, the lich opened his arms and said to us, "Welcome to Shadowfang, our own place. ”

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