The Year of the Stars - the end of the twenty-fourth spring. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Today I got a white Rubus flower, which in the language of the Seris people is called "Tuli", and there is a verse that says: "It is the last flower to bloom in spring, and when it withers, spring will pass." "In the abyss, in the hot and noisy battlefields of bloody battles, in the midst of the ever-changing demons and demons, the seasons have become a rather vague image - even the main physical plane has begun to become strange and distant, and I can now fully understand the inhabitants of the human, orc, or other main physical plane who are willing to be transformed into demons or demons - Here, it will be difficult for you to make it to the end without being an abyssal creature, or even if you can have a strong will to sustain it until now, your perception of self will become confused, and in this place of death, where you can't find even a chance to breathe, your mind will only be occupied by magic, martial arts, or anything else that will keep your life going—nothing else matters, yes, very little.

From the bottom of my heart, what I didn't expect was that the other owner of this body would be able to go so far in this harsh ordeal without breaking down. But I had a vague feeling about it when it started writing the 10,000 recipes of the creatures of the Bottomless Abyss...... I...... I don't know what to say, but it did choose a wise and cold way to deal with it - of course, we were not thrown directly into the arms of the demon by our mentor Edair, we could even say that we accepted an invitation rather than a crude deception or contemptuous compulsion, and I had imagined many possibilities, because the bottomless abyss was different, even if it had seen a lot of blood and sorrow in my body. But the bloody war is the crystallization of all evil and darkness, there is no hope, no warmth, no love, no weakness worthy of comfort. The battle between the Batzu mongrels and the Talana mongrels dates back tens of thousands of years, and may continue tens of thousands of years later, and every main material plane that is forced or voluntarily appears here is cannon fodder or food, and it is difficult for anyone to get respect, love, or kindness from these insects and animals. I must admit that I am ready to pick up the harshness again, commanding it like teaching a worm in the Sea of Chaos who knows nothing about magic and the astral plane, instructing it in great detail how it should survive a bloody battle, I mean, our bodies.

What worries me the most is its fragile side as a human being, as it did when the three legions of Grenada crushed the stupid rebels - are there innocent people in the bottomless abyss? yes, are there people worthy of pity? yes, are there souls in need of help and rescue, too many! And the demons and demons here do not think that its mercy will be a lever to be mastered or a weakness to exploit, and they hate this soft affection second only to each other, and if that were the case, our enemies would be too many......

My mentor Ederna told me that it was all right, that I didn't believe him at all, that his insaneness was getting worse, that he could have a whole day of pleasant conversation with my cohabitant, and mind you, that it had nothing to do with what I thought was a serious subject of magic, planes, or souls, but that they were talking about all sorts of delicious food, aesthetics, strange rituals, wild gossip, and bizarre ghost tales. And I'm forced to listen, don't ask me what they say, just a guy from another plane, my mentor, you've been a skeleton of bones for almost a thousand years, the taste of food is long in the air for the undead, the only thing we can taste is the soul gems, or a few strange things that shouldn't be classified as food at all, and as for aesthetics, I'm not surprised that you can be friends in this regard, your preference for pink is well known, and sometimes, people don't even know about the lich Ederna who destroyed an entire vast empire, and I will know that the lich with the two pink Aein Stones will be known to Ederna and the other, well, do you know that he would like a monkey, and that I can tolerate your discussion of some lesser-known rituals, and in any case, sometimes the slightest details may directly affect your fate, but the gossip, I sincerely hope, my mentor, is all gibberish, especially when it comes to the gods...... As for ghost stories, mentors, we usually appear in other people's horror stories, and succeed in scaring one or more grown men into curling up in a blanket and not even sticking their heads out like little children......

Okay, I seem to digress a bit, let's get back to the point.

You know, Mentor, I was really surprised when I found out, and even though it wasn't a bad thing for me - no, I didn't want to care about the one you know, but anyway, half of my body belongs to it, and its collapse is going to have very, very, very serious consequences, and it's not a joke, Mentor, just say it -

At Grenada, the daughter of Grazt, Ferek Hill was a life to my cohabitants, perhaps evil, perhaps vile, perhaps disgusting, but it was clear, it was a life. Although it had joked with me about the pair of hooves, I knew it wasn't true, and in its mind, it could have killed Ferrek Hill like he would have killed the thieves of Sharp Jaw Harbor, the giants who invaded Grey Ridge, and the orcs in front of Thundercastle, but it wouldn't actually pick up their corpses and cook them in a pot and eat them like chickens.

But it did so on the battlefield of the bloody war - the devil is, and so is the devil, and I used to think that it was just trying to assert its authority, after all, none of us want to be devoured by the devil, or the devil, or transformed into another monster that has no memories or our minds, and that would be an absolute defeat and death for us. But then, Mentor, I found that I seemed to misunderstand its behavior, that it modified its perception, and that it might make Batzu and Ta laugh before entering the bottomless abyss, but it did not see them as the same, intelligent beings as such, it was like ...... A demon or devil with a human penchant is even more cruel than the latter, because this is the case with food, and they do not just want to be full, but to become stronger, they create a wide variety of utensils, they prepare hundreds of spices, they delve into torture-like cooking methods, just to satisfy their tongues, or rather, temporary gratification.

I think the demons may have discovered this before I did, I don't know what they really thought, but occasionally, the inhabitants of the abyss are horrified by the brutality and madness found in the weakened races.

So, do you know what I'm worried about?

Thanks to you, we will still have to fight for twenty years in the abyss, the battlefield of bloody battles, and I don't know how I can undo this doomed end, when the false perceptions it has built are shattered because it cannot bear the load.

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The lich folded the letter, and in the devil's city, there was no fragile parchment or calf paper, only skin made of human skin, the skin of giants, the skin of orcs, and the skin of demons and demons. Of course, in the Iron City of Grand Duke Dispat, the devils are more happy to see that someone is willing to use paper made of demon skin, but it is difficult to guarantee that a demon's skin will not reveal the content written on it, so the former undead only used orc skin paper, and it felt very ...... It's uneven, and the craftsmanship is really a little poor, the fat on the reverse side is not cleaned, and there are stiff and sharp hairs on the corners.

Although he was in the bottomless abyss, the lich's connection with the outside world, especially the main material plane, was not completely broken, such as the sling, which Afra had commissioned a Tafulin to send here, and although he could pay the price of buying an entire field with a sling, the lich would not be unhappy about it—he felt a slight comfort when he saw the flower with white petals and golden stamens If it weren't for the poison on the flower stalk, he might have generously rewarded the messenger, but unfortunately, his spell drained the overly greedy Tafulin of all fluids, body fluids, saliva, gastric juices, and blood in a few heartbeats, and finally she was shriveled to the point where she could barely float.

Afra was a wayward child, and when she was spelling the flower, it occurred to the lich that although she would not quench poison the flower stalks, she should be able to think that everything that was sent to him would not be untouched, and there were many devils who admired the black-haired dragonborn, and there were many who hated him, but she should be very insistent that nothing could knock down her guardian.

If it weren't for Afra, but with his mentor Ederna, the lich had a very convenient way, which is why Ederna gave him a necromantic knight before they entered the bottomless abyss. Almost all of the Lich's Necro Knights are placed in the half-plane they have opened, and the half-plane of Ederna is connected to the Lich's half-plane for some reason (and the Lich refuses to believe that it is out of affection), so as long as his Necromantic Knight Danos returns to the half-plane, he can directly give the letter to the Necro Knight of Ederna. But the lich only thought for a moment, then stretched out his finger and lit the flames, and he recited a spell to summon the fire elemental creature, the graceful maiden, and handed her the letter rolled up and placed in the Mithril cylinder.

"Would you like to give this to my mentor?" he asked softly.

The fire elemental girl shook her head, but it wasn't a refusal - she tilted her head slightly, hiding behind the flames, golden and vermilion stars dancing in her white eyes.

"How about a kiss?" asked the lich.

The girl bargained and stretched out two fingers, the former undead lowered his head, only the fire elemental creature as long as an arm stretched out his arm and gently hugged his head, she had lowered the temperature to the minimum, but the lowest visible flame temperature still made the lich feel a compelling scorching heat, if he was just a mortal, even if the temperature of the flame had decreased, he would still be burned in his hair and skin. The fire elemental girl let out an even hotter breath, her cherry-red lips touching the lich's lips in a very brief touch, and then a light and urgent kiss on the other side.

The lich lowered his eyes at the first kiss, and when he opened them at the end of the second kiss, the fire elemental girl had left, and the Mithril cylinder on the table was gone. The former undead sighed slightly, the fire elemental creatures that can appear in human form are usually the most powerful, and they always come and go in the flames, and in the blink of an eye, they may be thousands of miles away, and even if they are intercepted, they can instantly incinerate the Mithril cylinder and the letters inside.

But all fire elemental creatures hate the undead, except for those bred by negative energy flames. The Seventy-Seven Islands, which are cold and damp all year round, and are inhabited by a group of undead creatures with pure negative energy as the main body, are not a popular foothold for fire elemental creatures.

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After the messenger of the fire elemental left, the lich came to the window, although his current identity can be said to be a captive or a hostage, but the Grand Duke of Dispar still gave him a room with a window, because this is a tall building itself, from the window, you can see a very distant place, but even with the bonus of dragonborn and elven blood, he can only see about a hundred miles away, still in the center of the city, not the edge.

The city of Grand Duke Dispat, the second level of the original Nine Hells, was a level of steel, and on top of the hot lava and red black rocks stood a city so large that almost everyone saw it—the city was entirely metal, with steel walls, black iron roads, and silver, gold, and copper inlays and embellishments The flames burned beneath the metals, burning them red, and only the unafraid devils of the scorching heat could walk on them with ease, and those who had entered the city unprepared would howl bitterly from the toes melted by the heat, and the guards of the city would rush to catch them and throw them into prison before they were dragged into the shadows by the little devils and the bad devils. Strangely similar to Grenada, Dis's prison is also under the pavement, underneath the irregular iron slabs, and all the things that Grand Duke Dispar thinks should not be in the city are crowded inside, such as the indistinctly shaped invokers, the demon captives in the bloody battle, the mortals who dare to make a pact with the demons, the low-ranking demons who are considered guilty, and so on...... If you walk down the street and look down, you can see their twisted and hideous faces through the cracks in the iron, and the stench of steaming mixed with the smell of burnt flesh makes people hungry and disgusted.

But more smoke came from the city than the dirty smoke that rose from the cracks in the streets, and no one knew what was burning endlessly, and the black smoke swirled from the buildings, like huge and changeable black dragons, their wings obscuring the sky and the sun, so that there was no other light on this level except the light of the flames. The only thing that could tear through the smoke was the Iron Tower of Grand Duke Dispat, its towering and tip hidden in the smoke, which could easily be found anywhere in Dispar - even if the Iron City had expanded for an unknown number of miles over the years by order of Grand Duke Dispar - There are always hordes of richly dressed devils in the streets, who come and go, and their job is to whip the souls who work for the work, and who will never rest or be forgiven.

The lich could hear the devils laughing softly, not because of him, but because of the two ornaments hanging from the Iron Tower, the fortress of the Grand Duke of Dispat, the Duke of Clever Words and the Duke of Eloquent Boune. The last time was that Buné was framed by Fergus (or maybe not) and had an affair with the lord of the first level, Beyer, so as punishment, Archduke Disparte put an iron chain through Bunne's shoulder and hung him from the tower for a hundred years, and not long after he was put down, he was hung on it again with his nemesis, Duke Fergus. I wonder if it was good or bad that he had left the chain running through his shoulder in order to show his loyalty to Archduke Dispat, and perhaps it was a bad omen, you see, it was used almost immediately.

The charges of the two dukes are not yet known to everyone, but the devils always try to find out as soon as possible - and some have tried to ask the lich, the poor creature left by the devil in the devil's city, but it is difficult for them to cross the boundaries set by the Grand Duke. Archduke Dispart probably really didn't want to reveal his secret too soon this time - and he was really angry at the actions of Fergus and Buenne, even more so than he was last time, after all, the distance between Fergus and Buene and him was not very far, and maybe one Ferek Hill could help them a lot.

There's no devil who doesn't want to be promoted, and so is Dispart, which is why he would accept the deal that Vinn proposed- If the temptation is not strong enough, as the master of Vain, Dispart, who is on the same level as the Ethereal Lord Grazt, will not notice this demon at all, even if he can be said to be one of Grazt's most trusted subordinates, but it is only a demon general, not a lord, but when his two important subordinates have abnormalities at the same time, it is difficult for him to continue to let go, and fortunately, he did not let it go, he got the sincerity of Vain's dedication, alone.

Vain's sincerity to the demons is a battle plan depicted on the skin of a snake demon, from the tower.