On the top floor of the bone tower, the teleported elf had regenerated his left arm with resurrection, and the spare twin blades had been reinserted into his waist, but his face was still gloomy, making it impossible for his subordinates to understand his thoughts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Bring the deadliest poison, and I'll be transformed into a lich." After thinking about it for a long time, the elf finally made a choice.

"Congratulations to Lord Vertes, you have finally understood the greatness of immortal life and are willing to become one of our generation." The White Dragon Lich rejoiced and prepared the Lich Transformation Ritual with all hands and feet.

"When did I like to be an undead, isn't it forced that I can't help it?" The elf frowned, held a bottle of purple turbidity potion, pinched his nose, and swallowed it in one gulp, "When I become a lich, I will destroy that creature as a straw man first, and then find a way to resurrect or take it away." ”

"Lord Verte, you can also choose to change into rice mode, then you have the strength to be close to a demigod."

"Nonsense, that's a completely wrong translation problem, rice and demigods are two different things at all." The sharp pain had spread throughout his body, and the elf took a deep breath, "And there is only a skull head left in the rice mode, which is very unimpressive." So, I decided to be the Great Lich. ”

"But my lord, the Ark Lich must be in the good camp, do you think you have what it takes?"

"If there are angels in the world, there will be fallen angels, and if there are holy warriors, there will be fallen holy warriors," Verth felt as if there was a fire burning in his belly at this time, and his body seemed to be turning to ashes at any time, "So, since there is a great lich, there must also be a fallen great lich." ”

"Your Excellency is wise."

"What kind of poison did you give me?" Verte suddenly shouted angrily, "It's been five minutes, why am I just having a stomachache, but I'm not dead!" ”

"That's the poison we prepared a long time ago, and it's probably past its expiration date......" the dragon lich muttered.

"You stupid people who can't do anything should have broken down all your bones and burned them for firewood!"

"My lord, you can't blame us, according to the old rules, the poison is changed every year, but we were brought to this bone tower by you, one day outside is equivalent to one year inside, these years have passed, and there is no way to expire the poison."

“……”

"Lord Verte, since your stomach hurts now, it means that the poison still has some potency," suggested a clever looking dragon lich, "it is better to drink a few more servings of the poison, and if you increase the dose, you may be able to poison you to death." ”

"Then where is the poison around you, bring it all to me."

The elves drank all the more than a dozen bottles of poison in one go, and the dragon lich looked at his master with trepidation, and saw that his face suddenly turned from white to blue, then from green to yellow, and then from yellow to red, and finally from red to black and purple.

"How are you feeling, Lord Verte?"

"I want to pull—" The elf labored out three words.

"Don't," the dragon lich who had just made the suggestion hurriedly objected, "My lord, if you pull it, you will expel all the toxins, and it will be difficult to be poisoned to death again, you must endure it!" ”

Verth nodded with difficulty, closed his eyes and continued to wait for the moment when he was poisoned.

"It's so pitiful that you can only die through the ages, and you have to be tortured before you die." A loud voice suddenly appeared above.

When the dragon lich looked up, they were greeted by a clear blue sky.

"Who are you?" The elf felt that this huge figure was very familiar.

"Vertes, meet again." The voice replied proudly, "Even if you become an undead, in the world where I came, the lich is only a fifth-level undead, and I am the only tenth-level master. ”

"Tier 10 creatures?" All the dragon lichs suddenly thought of a legendary dragon, and even though they were already undead monsters, they couldn't help but feel a horror rise from the depths of their souls, "azuredragon! ”

It is a terrifying monster from the frozen mountain peak, which can make angels retreat to the gate of glory, can make demons hide in barren halls, can make Titans not go out of the castle in the clouds, and can make the cliff of the old giant beast of Beamon, officially called the holy dragon, and the folk call it the blue dragon.

"The descendants of the combination of the Blue Dragon King of Azeroth and the Blue Dragon of Erathia are far from being comparable to ordinary blue dragons in terms of combat ability and spell manipulation," the elf sighed and looked at the huge azure dragon, "Desveland, is this the true strength you have since been resurrected?" ”

"From life to death, from death to life, there is no more legendary experience for a dragon." The blue dragon spread its wide wings, "It seems that we still have a bit of a grudge to settle, so you and your men can come up together." ”

"How did you get into this bone tower?"

"You didn't destroy my life box as a dragon lich in time, did you want to catch me again? And then that became your loophole, and with that connection, I easily got in. Tusevillend yawned lightly, "Also, it was the first classmate of the Priests' Hall who resurrected me, and I owe the hostel a favor and promised them to rescue the surviving classmates on the island." ”

"You guys go up together!" The elf held back the pain in his stomach and gave a command to all the dragon lichs.

With a "snap", the blue dragon flipped over the dragon's tail and slapped the first white dragon lich who rushed up, still with a nonchalant expression on his face, as if he had just slapped a fly to death. Next, whether it's a lightning spit or a flick of the wings, the White Dragon Lich will be shattered as soon as it gets close to the Blue Dragon.

Before the elves could wake up, the fifteen dragon lichs had already turned into puddles of broken bones. Although the life boxes of these undead dragons are still there, Verte never had the time to bring them back to life.

"The experience of becoming a dragon lich has actually stimulated all the potential of Tessevilland, which is not much different from several lords, and even the dragon lich has become cannon fodder in front of it." Beads of sweat appeared on the elf's head, and I don't know if it was because of poison or fear.

"Verth-san, it's your turn," Desveland stood up straight for the first time since he appeared, and thousands of silver snakes erupted from its mouth in an instant, weaving a dense grid, "Okay, this is a million-volt gift for you!" ”

Around Verth's body, a dense cyan forest suddenly appeared, and the branches were full of crystal clear hexagonal blue flowers. The surging lightning smashed the outer woods to pieces at once, but these cyan trees seemed to have endless vitality, and they had just been shattered and re-emerged, like vines and grasses that grew wildly at a thousand times the speed, and formed a scene of confusion with rounds of lightning attacking.

"You can't save your fate by borrowing the power of those two bugs." The voice of the blue dragon came clearly, and the power of the lightning suddenly increased, like a stormy wave breaking through layers of embankments, and the range of the cyan forest was significantly reduced one by one.

"Desveland, we'll see."

"Bastard, you actually used teleportation to escape." When Tessiveland's lightning shattered the last layer of the grove that encircled the elves, he was seen opening a purple-covered book, and a circle of silver light appeared at his feet, disappearing from the bone tower in the blink of an eye.

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When the elves leave the tower and reappear on the island, they find themselves in a deep valley.

"What kind of terrain is this area, I haven't seen it at all." Verth muttered, and quickly circled the valley, finding no exit, and then used his flying skills to rise into the air. Something even stranger happened, and after a long time it was impossible to reach the top of the mountain, and the height of the valley seemed to grow at the same time.

"Hand over the dryad and the lantern," a thunderous muffled voice suddenly echoed in the valley, "I can consider giving you a good time." ”

"Who are you?" The elf took a deep breath and simply returned to the ground, "I don't understand what you're talking about?" ”

"Don't try to lie to me, the dryad and the lantern have been friends with me for tens of thousands of years, and I can sense anything about them now."

"Oh, so you're a bug too." Verdé made up his mind, "Hidden in the Nine Lands, immobile as a mountain, are you the legendary Xiaoqiang?" ”

The whole valley shook violently, and a huge sound reverberated back and forth, all kinds of foul mouths seemed to be pouring down on the elf's head, and many huge rocks swirled back and forth, slamming down on his head.

After silently dodging the stone rain for a while, the elf suddenly spoke, "That's it, Jizo-san, I'll learn your tricks again when I come back next time." ”

The purple book was opened, and the silver brilliance swirled around him, and Verte once again disappeared from the valley without warning.

It's just that although the Book of Olya is convenient, the teleportation range is really limited. Although the elf had left the valley and had not yet been able to leave the island, when his figure had just appeared, he heard another roar from the valley behind him, "Didi, kill him before the cooldown time for his teleportation book has arrived!" ”

In the gloomy gray clouds, a small black dot suddenly became larger, like a meteorite flying from the sky, falling sharply, but when it landed, it was as silent as a light feather.

What appeared in front of the elf was a gray insect-like monster, only six thin feet like long knives glowing with emerald green, and two compound eyes like agate balls kept turning in their sockets.

"Let it go—the dryad—and—the lantern—" A pair of knife arms grinded together in the middle, making a strange and sonorous sound.

"If you have the ability, you can take it yourself." Verte replied coldly, and the double knives were also in his hands.

The air in front of the insect-shaped monster immediately blurred, and at the same time, the figure of the night elf began to distort.

Two long remnants dragged across the clearing, the sound of blades colliding at least a hundred times, and when the dust settled, the two opponents had switched positions and turned their backs to each other.

"If I hadn't had stomach trouble because I had eaten expired poison, how could I lose to you in speed!" Verth was on a scimitar, his tone was very sad and angry, and countless wounds had been added to his body.

"Obviously-yes, mine--six-knife flow, better than-your-double-knife flow-" The bug turned around and corrected unconvinced.

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