Manny was sleeping, or rather lying down.

The undead creature doesn't need sleep, but it still retains its old habits, and the current job of guarding is too boring.

How many days has it been since there was any movement? With its wisdom it is impossible to count, but it was a long time.

Suddenly, a familiar aura slowly approached, and Manny suddenly scrambled to his feet, his bulky limbs showing a dexterity that was completely inconsistent with his own.

It stared at the mouth of the passage, its hooves rubbing uneasily on the ground, and the next second it was about to charge out.

"Long time no see, miss me!"

An enthusiastic voice suddenly came from above his head, Manny felt someone on his back, and instantly turned into a hedgehog, and the cold and shining bone spurs stabbed Mu Yan with freezing air.

"Bell"

The bone spurs slammed against a large, scaly-shaped shield with a crisp sound.

It was the scale of Smaug, a meter square and a few centimeters thick, but hard enough to rival the most precious metal of the dwarves.

Manny let out a wail as he felt his bone spurs snap off, but then a steady stream of soul energy radiated to mend its injuries.

"Relax, big guy, it's me."

Mu Yan jumped off Manny's back and stood in front of it.

He was still a little disappointed to be "welcomed" like this, perhaps due to the influence of Smaug, he felt that this white bone colossus should be very affectionate to him, but he didn't expect it to be so rude.

Manny saw that it was Mu Yan, and memories of him slowly emerged.

Although Mu Yan changed his body, the breath of his soul did not change much—or rather, human beings seemed to him to be all the same.

After confirming that it was an acquaintance, Manny came up like a puppy, and two fangs passed under Mu Yan's armpit, setting him up and flicking him around excitedly.

"Alright, okay, let me down."

After Mu Yan landed, he stroked Manny's huge head, quite nostalgic.

It's been a year, and I'm finally back, back to where I started.

……

Except for the outermost and innermost enchantments, the other furnishings of the entire dungeon are still the same, exactly the same as when Mu Yan left, and it seems that Teacher Zha has been meditating since then.

He said goodbye to Manny and walked up the spiral staircase to the lowest level where the skeletons were stored, where he met the skeleton swordsman who had fought Surya.

He remembered that Surya said that the swordsmanship of this bone spirit swordsman was exactly the same as that of the leader of the White Crow Legion, Silio, and it was probably his body.

Feeling the creature approaching, the bone spirit swordsmen all drew their swords and pointed directly, their movements were neat and uniform, and there was no superfluity.

A lonely and murderous momentum came to his face, Mu Yan felt as if he had a sword on his shoulder, and the cold hairs on his neck were pricked up.

"You remember me, don't you?"

He waved his hand a little awkwardly, like an emissary sent when the two armies were fighting.

The Bone Spirit Swordsman at the head stared at him for a long time, then took a half step back.

With a "bang", more than forty skeletons put away their swords in unison, and the sound of returning to the sheath was crisp and neat.

Mu Yan couldn't help but whistle: It seems that they still know me.

……

After taking care of the Bone Spirit Swordsman, he walked up the stairs.

Further up, you will pass through the storage area and the prison in turn, and arrive at the very center of the underground palace, that is, Zaix's study, meditation room, etc., where there is an enchantment protection.

In the "Courtyard of the Immortals" dungeon, the study and meditation room are the last two bosses, the Lady of the Dead and the Mad Lich herself, respectively, and the final battle, that is, the P3 phase of the boss, unfolds on the terrace where Mu Yan did the physics experiment, and now it is covered with snow, and there is not even a footprint of a monster.

The keeper of the storage area was supposed to be a giant stitched corpse, and the keeper of the vault was one of the quest's toughest opponents, the Pale Legion, the Phalanx of Bone Spirit Swordsmen seen before.

However, it is clear that there are not so many leaders at this stage, because Mr. Za has given up the path of necromancy, and in terms of the snow around him and the vague cold overhead, he should have regained his identity as a cold whisperer.

This is a positive direction, but it is not good news for the current situation, Mu Yan wants to stop this battle, but he cannot reveal his identity, nor can he expose Smaug's existence.

He walked aimlessly upward, slapping his hands against the walls to raise a blue ghostfire, or pulling out a spare magic crystal from the dark compartment, as skillfully as in his own backyard.

"Maybe I can ...... like this" Mu Yan suddenly thought, "Didn't they come to find the Mad Lich, I'll just give them one, is there anyone in this world who knows better than me what the real 'Mad Lich' looks like......"

For a moment, a lewd smile spread across the faces of our scholars.

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In the birch forest outside the White Rock Mine, heavy snow fell, and the dullness of winter was broken by the faint sound of footsteps.

Three figures swept past the tree one after another, their movements gentle, and the disturbed bird was pulled back by a force before it could leave.

Dreas glanced at the remaining light from the fingertips of the two "long ears", retracted his envious gaze, and tightened his leather armor.

Not everyone has the innate elemental affinity of elves, and not everyone has the same longevity as they do.

The two elven scouts who traveled with him, the younger one was also 177 years old, but he was still a baby-faced, which was deeply liked by Emma and disgusted by the other men.

But unfortunately, this one did not react to Emma's overtures, and always had a stinky face.

"Maybe he likes men." Deres thought maliciously that Jialan's aristocratic circle was not clean, and that he had made several similar trips when he was a mercenary, and that near the Hengduan Mountains, the escorts were all juvenile half-elves who looked like babyfaces.

Similar commissions are expensive, but they are also extremely dangerous, and the elves of Silvermoon City will kill them when they can't be, because there is no difference between elves and half-elves when they are children, so they will be mistaken for elf dealers.

The old mercenary had drunk and told Deres that whenever this happened, all he had to do was shout "Yolanda", which means half-breed in Elven language.

"And after that?" Dreis asked at the time.

"Look at the character of that elf, if you were calmer, you will be spared, but if he is the kind of staunch bloodline believer of the Clark family (Lucien's family......)," the old mercenary showed a shuddering expression, "they will kill the killer, because every half-elf birth is an insult to the elf." ”

……

"Bantam, stay vigilant."

The baby-faced elf sent a voice.

"Hmph."

Dreas snorted. He knew that the other party was sarcastically mocking that he was not tall. The baby-faced lingua franca has a retro accent, like a history teacher in the academy, the old man knows thirteen languages, and his class is also the most rigorous.

I took a half-semester off work for this mission, hoping to catch up. This thought popped into the heart of Derees.

Oh my God, when is your cranky problem going to change? He slapped his cheek hard and forced himself to calm down.

You may be facing a dragon, Deres, who will kill you if you are not careful!

Deres looked up, the sky was gray and there was nothing, as if his conjecture was a joke.

The wise prepare for the worst, the fool is always blindly optimistic, I am a smart man. Dreas thought, taking a deep breath and inhaling the cold air from the lobes of his lungs to calm his restless heart.

After looking around, he suddenly stopped and knocked three times on the tree, like a woodpecker.

"Tuk-tuk."

This is a "stop advancing" instruction, considering the mage's mana storage and the speed of their journey, the area they are exploring now is already a day's trip, and the White Rock Mine is in front of them, so they should look at it separately.

I'm not going to go to the front of the White Rock Mine, thought Drees, and he walked north without looking back.

The two elves looked at each other, one to the west and the other to the south, and the three of them spread out in a hundred and eighty degrees, and each disappeared into the woods.