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According to the soul of the other world, the so-called dwarf ship is very much like the barge in his world, that is, the kind of flat-bottomed ship that can only be used to carry goods, flat and naked, and requires tugs or tugs to sail, without sails or oars, not even rudder discs and broadsides (railings), only riveted rings and ropes on both sides of the hull, presumably used to secure cargo boxes.

As for the Rune Disk, after listening to the Lich's explanation, the Otherworldly Soul felt that it was more like an upgraded version of a spell scroll or a wand, compared to a scroll and a wand, the delicate rune disk could store many different spells, and be activated with spells that could be as short as a syllable- This was the reason why it had won the favor of countless mages, but it was too expensive, too expensive, and even the Alva mage who had been nurtured by the Castle of Cape (an inappropriate term naturally came from the mouth of the former undead) might not have more than ten rune plates, and it wouldn't necessarily be a good item.

- Adamantite Mithril, Gem Dragon's Blood, The Lich said in a flat tone, all the rune disks that can be used with scrolls and wands can be used, and the rune disks that they can't use will also be used, and the more precious the rune disk, the rarer the materials used, and the more spells stored in it, the more powerful they are.

As for what you see now, the lich viciously says that it is nothing more than the name of the idiot gnomes, in order to whitewash their shameless thefts and forgeries - gnomes have no magic, only stupid and useless machines, and these clumsy imitations, which they are made to power machinery, and it serves only that.

- Oh?, the otherworldly soul asked with interest, "So that means people who are not spellcasters can use it?"

- You're a spellcaster now, too!!!

- Goo, if you can, the soul of the other world said, please don't scream, okay?

- The consequences of the overdraft are so slight that it's worth celebrating by swinging around the cavern in a husk, and the lich said, I know why the Alzheimer's is so generous, if this is an ordinary body, it will be consumed by your recklessness before it is destroyed.

- I'm a little flattered, and the soul of the other world responds dryly, you actually only used "reckless". Also, is it really good that you call your god in God Alzheimer's?

- You've got to give me something new, said the lich, and even if the god of God was listening to our conversation, he wouldn't make a fuss about a title, because he was so great and powerful.

- I always thought it was dangerous, he might not make a fuss, but maybe he would play a joke on you or something, said the otherworldly spirit, wisely hiding the phrase "Don't you think your fate is a bit of a bit of a ups and downs?" - to be honest, he turned to a topic that might be safer, and I thought you were going to stop me.

- Why should I stop you, the lich has regained its composure, will you reject Kerryben? will you abandon these humans? will you hide some of your power as I advise? You are even close to running out of scrolls, since no, why should I waste my efforts?

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sure there will be many more opportunities to hear this in the future, the lich said meanly, but at least this time, I hope your friend will make sure that this body is safe and sound, as you think.

After saying that, he sank, which meant that he would never want to talk to the spirits of the other world again for a short time.

Of course, he didn't see the nasty grimace that his cohabitant made at him.

Although the lich was dissatisfied with the gnome artifact and cursed it repeatedly, this aroused the curiosity of the otherworldly soul, and he forced his mental exhaustion to observe it, which was a bit inappropriate to call it a "plate", because in his opinion, it was more like a silver-plated B6 coated paper, engraved with magic words and patterns, like a complex circuit board, with filled pure gold on each key node, and even its installation was very similar- With a fixed and hidden card slot in the bow of the ship, and after the rune disk was snapped into the correct position, both Kerriben and the mage could feel the extremely subtle energy flowing between the lines, and the fluctuations very similar to those when the caster cast the spell spread through the air and water, and the force it generated pushed the metal turbine located inside the ship, which drove the propeller, and with a low rumble, the ship moved forward.

"Where's the White Tower?" Cremar whispered to the ranger sitting beside him.

"Goshura is flying towards the fortress of Cape Fortress, and it will relay everything here to Alva on my behalf, and Alvar has the quickest contact with the mage Antonio of the White Tower, and when we reach the end, we will not be greeted by enemies. ”

"Godshura?"

"My friend, the little Gree. ”

"Ah, that grumpy little one. ”

"Grumpy, but reliable. ”

Cremar wanted to smile, but he found it difficult, the body supported by positive energy did not get tired, and the senses beyond ordinary people were still sending him all kinds of information, but his lacklustre spirit could not recognize and process them at all, he was tired, but he could not relax at all, if he really wanted to find a familiar adjective, the soul of the other world thought very reluctantly, that is, the pain of insomnia was amplified tenfold, or a hundredfold, a thousand- Fortunately, the moment of alternating between the inside and the outside was not far off, and he thanked all the gods of the two worlds with a pious attitude that he had never felt before, and plunged headlong into the dark and chaotic sea of consciousness.

It seemed to others that the black-haired caster had just blinked sharply, but by the time he closed his eyes and opened them again, the body's controller had changed.

The first thing he felt was the heat and oppression around him, and the elf Kerry sat comfortably beside him, wiping his scimitar called "Starlight", the blade of the scimitar was as bright and white as fresh snow, making the former immortal unconsciously look away- Although he knew that the blade tempered by the blessed pure water would not harm him now, he could still feel the stinging of nothingness, and he deeply hated the weakness left to him by another sojourner, and an impulse drove him to take out the spell book in the dimensional bag, remember the magic in it, protect himself, and kill the enemy.

Finally reason took control of his soft hands, and he reminded himself that he was no longer strong, and that he was in chains and blades, and that even if the spellbook of some stupid mage had the terrible spell he needed, he would not be able to cast it and bring it to the elves or druids, who in any case deserved more recognition by the laws of "good" than the ship cook with dirty toes.

He also has to travel to the White Tower, plunder Beavis' treasures, and take them to recuperate and regain his strength in the Grey Ridge.

"Do you still want some winter honey?" asked Kerryben, a ripple of unease from the elf's keen senses, which he attributed to his concern and concern for his young friend.

According to Foot's instructions, they found several chests of muddy ginger or ale, and the cave was so cold and humid that the smugglers had to rely on this to keep out the cold, and the drenched survivors needed it even more, and the mercenaries kept the better bottles for the caster and ranger.

Without hesitation, the Ranger poured all the remaining winter honey into a bottle of ginger wine, and the lich took it, and although he didn't need it, he drank it all in one gulp, and the spicy and sweet smell filled his mouth.

"You need to rest, Cremar, don't worry," Kerry Ben said, "I'm right here." ”

It would be better for you not to be here, the lich said silently, before he hoped that the new friends made by the souls of the other world would be loyal and strong enough that they would not be ridiculously killed at the hands of a group of rabbits and smugglers before they could reach the White Tower, and now he had to endure the inconvenience of this friendship, in this plane, there are many laws that even the most powerful and wise mages cannot change, the most well-known of which is that the mage can only memorize spells once a day, of course, he is a special case, the positive energy rushing in his veins and bone marrow keeps him from having to sleep to recover from his physical exhaustionThe two souls ensured that they could take turns meditating to eliminate each other's mental drain, but the problem was that it was a secret that could endanger their lives and souls, and it was never to be known to outsiders, especially Kerryben.

The elves' lifespans were so long that even the Lich's Mentor wasn't sure how long the library in the Silvercrown Jungle had been around, but since his Mentor's tower could find records of the Lich of Atonement, they wouldn't have it there—perhaps more detailed, more accurate, and the Lich didn't want to bet on whether Kerry had ever turned that page in his hundreds or more years of reading.

The Lich had never been so irritable, he was full of energy, his mind was empty, and there was a follower of Su Lun sitting beside him, an elf who was a ranger, and all three of the things he hated the most were gathered, and he hated that he couldn't do anything!

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