I'm sorry.,There's a big revision in a chapter today.,So I had to leave a chapter empty.,But don't worry.,The first two hundred and eighty-four chapters will be changed to extra.,It's a continuation of the last extra.,I'll make it up tomorrow.,Sorry.,Bow......

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"I thought you didn't like Leona. The black-haired spellcaster said calmly.

"It's not the same thing as liking or not!" Although it makes Mei Mi feel a little disgusted to talk about companions and the like, although sometimes she does wish that Leona was never born, it doesn't mean that she can watch Leona be ...... like this She turned her gaze back from the caster's body back into the hallway, but the next moment let out a scream that died in her throat, and it must be said that Flo's priest may not have learned any elegant manners or delicate words in his years of wandering, but he was no worse at running and dodging than any thief, so when the gray-white shadow burst out of the rising flames and pounced on her, Memi spun on the spot with agility and fled behind the caster.

The lich just lifted a little finger, and lightning shot from his fingertips towards the fellow dressed as Leona, the royal daughter of the Norman Highlands, and with a piercing shout, the creature scorched by the flames and struck by the lightning fell in front of the caster, and Memmy cautiously poked her head out, frowning involuntarily at the disgusting smell of burnt, and in horror she recognized from the mutilated outfit that it was the one who had fled with her, perhaps not "human" , because that guy is a total monster, like the ones they met in that village.

"Shapeshifters. "Since when?" M. Memmy muttered, "When did it be?" Most likely, Leona was replaced by the Shapeshifters when they met in the room, and the shapeshifters often acted as a hostage substitute in the Thieves' Guild, to prevent the precious collateral from being taken by others, and secondly, when the thieves wanted to target a powerful person, there was nothing better than a former "friend" or "relative", and no one knew how many upright and wise people were killed with joy and dismay by a dagger or a bottle of poison. Come to think of it. Mame trembled uncontrollably, she should have been glad that she was only the most worthless member of the group, so "Leona" did not kill her, and even assisted her when she escaped—Reverend Flo was also a member of the team, after all, and could be used to delay, confuse, and confuse the public if necessary.

And what about the real Leona - and Baldwin?

Memi didn't notice that she had asked the question, and the former undead glanced at her. What had happened to them had made it a trap, but he wasn't prepared to spend any more time in the White Tower, in fact, he wanted to know more about the secrets of the golden hexahedron in his hand - the elven marviel contained knowledge that would be the envy of any spellcaster (including his mentor, a half-lich), but he could only grab the part of it that was closely related to his mission. The Lich knew very well that with his identity already exposed, as the king of the Silvercrown Forest, an elf who had destroyed hundreds of Lich Life Crates and was infinitely close to the demigods and perhaps even surpassed would not have a good impression of him. The Silver-crowned King of the Jungle, Ingway, was willing to open Van Veglien for him only because it was the request of the irreversible being - and the Lich knew everything when Van Vilyn revealed his true colors to the former undead. The path he had been worrying about for a long time finally got a glimpse of the beginnings that had been hidden in the fog all along.

Probably only his cohabitant, the poor thief, would think that what happened to them was really an accident - and what the lich had learned from his mentor was that accidents, while often used by humans to describe things that were of the least likely, were in fact something that could be speculated and brewed. Whether or not it can be found by you depends entirely on whether the person who caused the accident is strong enough. Of course, intelligence and caution are also important, but when they are strong enough, they can play a less obvious role, and if you have to give an example, then you can look at the ants who are being played and abused by innocent and cruel young children. When the toddler poured the water from the cup into the anthill, and the ant understood that this was not an accident that could be called a catastrophe, but a prank deliberately played by a naughty child?

He, and the otherworldly soul, were the two ants who had been carried away by the sudden calamity—though the lich was reluctant to admit it, but at first. Even he didn't realize the true intentions of the gods - it was normal to encounter dimensional storms while traveling in the astral plane, and it was not uncommon for souls to be swept into this plane from another plane, and there had been an entire plane of gods who had been dragged over before, and as for Tyre, he was originally a nosy god, and he did not hesitate to expend his own strength, and his incarnation was the most common among people in this plane- If there was anything the Lich couldn't be sure of, it was the time when the two silly White Sweets met, and if Tyre's avatar had encountered a Lich not with another soul but with a storm set off by the Toad, the Lich would have happily kicked the old man's ass, and even if he failed to see through Tyre's disguise, he would at best sit idly by, and only the guy who would not hesitate to stretch out his hands when he knew nothing about this dangerous plane would have caused them such a great deal of trouble.

He was almost about to believe that what had happened to him was indeed an accident, when did the former undead begin to question the whole thing? if he didn't have it when he was in Jaw Harbor, not on the Colbert's Sparrow, not at Cape Embankment, not at White Tower, not at Ash Ridge...... But in the royal capitals of Thundercastle and the Norman Highlands, he could already sense that something was going strange—it was like a hand that was constantly pushing him forward, not allowing him the slightest chance to stay and get out, and when they pulled out a dragon grammar book from the dimensional bag that Gülen had stolen from the half-dragon demon in that small village ruled by shapeshifters, the lich could already sense a sense of disobedience that never lingered. Dragons don't have many spell books, dragons have memory inheritance, how to cast spells is the dragon's innate talent and instinct, they don't need spell books at all. And their non-dragon descendants - that is, the dragon warlocks, although they also need to be guided and taught by their mentors, spell books are not too necessary, and only those excellent and powerful mages who can make deals with dragons and even become friends with them can obtain spell books copied by dragons from dragons while the good dragons still exist in this plane, even so. Most of them were either scattered and lost, or were found by the dragons of the present day, either destroyed or hidden deep within their vaults.

The Lich was not surprised to learn that a group of Warlocks were looking for the spellbook, but he also thought they were here for his master, but this conclusion was overturned when he inadvertently discovered its secrets - the former undead had hoped that his previous inference was wrong - but that might be too slim.

The Lich had hesitated to hide the secret once and for all, but just as he was about to do so, a sense of crisis from the depths of the Sea of Consciousness instantly enveloped his whole body—perhaps to the other soul's absurdity. But he did know that he might be able to bury it, but it would one day stretch out its uncovered tentacles, and that the once undead might have to pay an even heavier price than they do now - and that was when the lich understood that the abrupt and ridiculous transformation was not gratuitous, even if he was not interested in being a lich of atonement at all, or even hated it. Nor did he understand why the god of God chose himself - although he had been cursing the god of God for being Alzheimer's (the word was learned from the memory of another soul), he had never dared to have the slightest contempt for this being. Regardless of the rest, look at the fools who once turned a blind eye to the will of the gods in God, and the original result of this initial result was that nearly half of the gods had tragically fallen in the catastrophe of a thousand years ago, and their kingdom and divine throne and divine fire had been taken away by the humans they regarded as ants, and the other gods had been sealed off from the original source of power, you know. Originally, these gods who existed at the beginning of the plane could do whatever they wanted with their own power without human faith, but now, the strength of their strength depends entirely on whether the human race is devout to their beliefs, not to mention Tyre and Su Lun, even the most violent temperament. Talos, the storm god of the most contemptuous of mankind, had to change his teachings and allow his noble followers, after receiving the devotion and prayers of the believers, to give them a helping hand and use his power to destroy the former's enemies and competitors.

And the soul from another plane probably didn't expect it at all- Even though its memory contains countless similar stories, it has been in a plane too peaceful for so long that its vigilance has been lowered to an embarrassing point, it has never thought of why it was dragged from its plane to this plane, and its memories, the lich thought, maybe this is the relationship between its broken memories, and it is even more difficult for idiots to think normally under the premise of broken memories.

But the lich wasn't ready to tell it that he really didn't need any more changes.

That's why he's willing to tolerate those idiots after leaving Thundercastle, and he has to be cautious until he knows what he's going to encounter, like a "fiction movie" with another plane in a bard's long poem The protagonist is not the only protagonist in a legendary story, he will always be surrounded by some companions who can play an unexpected role at some point, well, although temporarily, he only sees a priest who is better at crying and running away than magic, a former paladin with a crippled body and a strange yin and yang, a princess who resolutely renounces her power and position for love, a gloomy and unpredictable thief, and an elf (don't ask why the lich omits a few adjectives here, isn't one elf enough). Finally, of course, there was himself, a once-in-a-millennial lich of atonement, who found his procession to be so strange that it could be ticketed for people to visit.

"What is this?" asked Meme.

The lich who had given only a small part of his attention to Priest Flo looked down and glanced, "A dwarf." ”

"Of course I know it's a dwarf. "But he doesn't look like a dwarf dressed like a dwarf," said the priest of Flo, "and look at the fake mustache that covered almost the entire face and half of his chest (he even made thick false eyebrows), and the burlap shirt and trousers, the cowhide apron, and the hammer in his hand, and his whole body was as smelly as ever: "What is the use of him here?"

The dwarf McGee glanced at Memi with a gloomy face, and did not have the slightest respect for this priest dwarf of Flo, he waved the hammer threateningly, but not to Memy, but to a thief who was fleeing, his hammer flew out of his hand, but the gnome was too weak, the thief grabbed the hammer as soon as he raised his hand, he showed a sarcastic smile to the gnome, because there was a black-haired spellcaster, he didn't dare to say anything more, just carried the unexpected gift of the weapon to return to the safety of the shadows, but the next moment, the hammer melted from his hand, and it flowed like flowing water between the thieves' fingers, slid into his pants - the thief screamed violently, trying to catch it, but how could he catch the smooth metal serpent, his face contorted in excruciating pain, his eyes almost jumping out of his sockets, and then a sharp silver tongue pierced out from between his teeth, and Memi turned her head sharply, she had seen the prisoner who had been executed on the stake, and knew where the silver tongue came from.

The silvery, flowing metal crawled on the ground like a serpent, and quickly returned to its master's hand, and the dwarf's face was no longer so gloomy: "It's a good hammer," he said, "better than any hammer." ”

It was blasphemy, and to the dwarves, Memmy thought to herself, if the dwarves saw this, they would have to go crazy.

"Alright," said the black-haired spellcaster, "let it do what it's supposed to do." ”

McGee glanced at the lich and reluctantly let go of his fingers, the hammer fell to the ground, melting into a cloud of silver water, and the caster cast a spell that quickly trembled and reverted into the shape of a serpent, sliding in one direction through a pool of smoke and blood.

The hammer was in fact Baldwin's new arm, but the last step was missing, and the timely arrival of the black-haired spellcaster had made up for it, and now the stone particles wrapped in flowing Mithril were looking for the center stone embedded in Baldwin's stump.

"I just hope it hasn't been dug up. McGee muttered. (To be continued.) )