Kerry lowered his head, the small, rolled palm can hide it properly in the palm of the elf's palm exudes a beautiful luster like the sunset, its surface is not smooth, the ranger tried a little, and found that the marks like lines are actually some metal threads as thin as hair, the reason why it is a line body rather than a line, because the elf's sharp and unparalleled eyesight, of course, can distinguish that they were originally rectangular strips with a square cross-section, and they bite each other together to form a regular and mysterious pattern, the reason why it is said that it is a dice, because they leave small gaps in the end-to-end parts, of course, these gaps are so small that an ordinary human might not be able to notice them at all, but in Kerryben's eyes, the gaps they leave are like small black dots, that is, the kind of dots that people often leave on the dice.

But the dots were not fixed, and when the elf stared at them, he was surprised to find that they moved, like a snake clinging to a smooth rock, or like water gliding across the ice, flowing slowly, with an inexplicable rhythm and beauty—a hand suddenly fell and took the dice.

"Yes...... Magic?" the elf asked, hesitating.

"It was originally a magic paraphernalia. The lich said calmly, putting the dice back in his dimensional pouch, "The spells before the Holocaust are indeed wonderful," he said with some interest, "I just made this dice according to the hidden parts of that spell book, and never added magic to them, whether before, after, or during production, but Kerryben, you see, when it finally took shape." It had magic—no, that's not the most surprising thing, you see, it didn't hurt the holder significantly when it was done, but compared to it, the building blocks that made it up, the enigma, were dangerous, remember the priest of Ilmut we met in that small village, who was ecstatic that he was able to cast a powerful spell, but he probably didn't know. This power was not given to him by Ilmot, but the rune, the solid rune that took the magical energy from his body and transformed it into power - so Ilmot was a merciful and forgiving deity, and such an act that could be considered depraved would not even be forgiven by Su Lun or Rosada. ”

The elf frowned, he wasn't a spellcaster after all, he wasn't too sensitive to these things: "But you said this is the legacy left by the metal dragon...... then it shouldn't be like this...... Cruel.

"A trap. The former undead said, "It's a little out of control, but it's clear that the person who left this clue didn't want the person who got it to be a guy who was too greedy for power." ”

"But the priest ......" the elf shook his head, trying to say something. But in time, the death of Pastor Ilmut can be said to be a mistake, can they still hold the original owner of this spellbook accountable?"

"A thousand years ago, when the metal dragon was still soaring on this continent. I don't know how many casters they have befriended, after all, they can be said to be kind among dragons, as far as I've seen in Wanweilin. There are elves, there are humans, even dwarves and gnomes have them, but there are very few people who can understand the dragon language and copy a dragon grammar book in the dragon language, given the little joke he left on the cover, we can rule out the elves, as for the dwarves, they may prefer to engrave the map under a sledgehammer that only the strongest warriors can raise, so only it may be a human, or a half-human with other bloodlines, he will not be so evil, but it is not good, but there must be his bottom line, otherwise the metal dragons will not hand over their inheritance to him, then the scope will be further narrowed...... But just like that, the remaining number will still be a headache," the lich took a few steps back and forth, "So I looked in the other direction instead, yes, instead of continuing to look for a human spellcaster who was friendly with the metal dragons, I went to find a metal dragon that was friendly with the human spellcaster, and see, the meaning of the two is different." ”

"Did you find it?"

The former undead said a name, he used a dragon language that sounded quite unfamiliar this time, the elf thought a little, and understood that this was the dragon language of the metal dragon, the dragon language of the metal dragon and the dragon language of the colored dragon were not the same, but after all, it was from the same embryo, so after a few repetitions on the tip of the tongue, he knew that this was the name of a metal dragon, translated in the language of the elves, which means pearl in the sea of ice, "Is it a female metal dragon?"

"Yes. Said the lich.

The elf couldn't help but smile, knowing that this was the legacy of a female metal dragon, his wariness was no longer so strong, "That's good," he said happily, "we might be able to get a pink palace." ”

The lich smiled, no, he didn't think it was really just a lair of a female metal dragon, after all, the caster who made and wrote this dragon grammar book was a spellcaster who was once admired and hated by countless people, he may have been a good person before the millennium of the catastrophe, but in the catastrophe, he was no longer the enthusiastic and simple mage, but I don't know if the metal dragon who gave him this secret was aware of this, maybe they would have deeply regretted it on another plane- At least by the time the spellbook was made, the makers seemed less forgiving, the signs of depravity were palpable, and even without Wanvelyn, the lich knew what he had finally become—he had been a member of the Seventy-Seven Islands.

It's just that he didn't know why he didn't take this treasure, maybe he just had a small accident during the transformation, which caused damage to his memory, he didn't remember that he once had such a huge fortune, and a little devil, or demon, cheated from him, took away or stole this spell book, and it was not surprising to think that this spell book was stolen by the thief Glenn from a half-dragon with abyssal biological blood. It is also possible that he had taken the treasure and hid it and used it in an unknown place, and it is quite possible that a group of them rushed to find it, only to find nothing but the ice and sea of a cavern.

"So, you're in favor of us finding this little dresser?" asked the lich.

"Leona is right," said the elf with a solemn expression, "I don't think any of us are too attached to wealth or power. But even a small box left by a beautiful lady may be worth far more than a nation's inner treasury, Grenada is like a thriving tumor, drawing life from every place the tentacles reach, and I can't imagine how crazy and barbaric the country would have become if Grenada had acquired it—there was enough evil on this continent. ”

"It seems that we are on the same page. "After all, the bards always say in their psalms that an adventuring party should fight a dragon and get all the gold and gems in its lair, and maybe save a princess or two." ”

"We have a Highness here," Carey joked, in all seriousness, "but she doesn't seem to need much of a rescue." ”

"But I'm curious," said the lich, "it wasn't Baldwin who brought it up." Leona objected, but Leona proposed, and Berdwin objected—in any case, if we could get this wealth, they would be able to recruit thousands of soldiers and knights at once......"

"Leona is still an heir to the throne after all. "There's nothing wrong with her proposal, whether it's based on the warrior or the queen's position, Birdwin...... He just couldn't accept it for a while, he couldn't gain a foothold in the royal capital because of such a character before. ”

"So is he ready now?" the lich gestured, "a slight change?"

"He will. Carey Ben said.

I don't think so, the former immortal said in his heart. Your former paladin seems to have reached a dead end, but so what, he doesn't need a close friend for him. There are no more loyal subordinates than Skeleton and his Necro Knight, who has already been reminded, and it can be called benevolent.

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Baldwin was silent for a long time after receiving Careyburn's answer. He knew that his companions were willing to embark on another dangerous journey, half to keep Grenada from gaining more resources, and half for himself. As Leona said, humans are fickle and forgetful creatures, and of course the commoners of the Highlands Normans will miss him, but how long will this last, not to mention that the new king will not hesitate to erase all the traces he left behind in the Highlands Norman, and if he really has to wait until all his faults have been redeemed before allowing himself to return to the Highlands Norman, will it be a few years, ten years or twenty years, and how many people will remember him by then? And he is already dying, and in the process, Thundercastle may be crushed by the orcs, countless cities will be burned, countless villages will be looted, and who will be able to save the innocent and good?

If he did as Leona said, then he would at least be able to prove himself from the humans, and he and Leona would return to the Highlands Norman, who would become the new king of the Highlands Norman and his wife, and he would return to Thundercastle, where he would hold until his son could wield broadswords and raise shields, and then he would return to the capital with honor and pride, and live with Leona in the prosperous capital, watching his children and grandchildren run and play in the courtyard. At that time, he should be able to forgive and approve Tyr for all his accumulated merits and benevolence, and how he wished he could re-enter the temple of Tyre, kneel before the scales of black iron, and when he returned to Tyre's realm, he would be able to wear the white robes of Tyre's followers and fall into eternal sleep.

"We ...... When do you go?"

"We'll have to wait a little longer," Kerryburn said, "Cremar has to work on that ...... Something, we have to make some preparations, if Kremar is right in the right direction, we may not be able to make the trip for the next few months, do you know the Far North Sea?"

"Where are we going?"

"Quite possibly. ”

Like many knights, Berdwin was not so interested in verbose paperwork, but in any case, they were very sensitive to maps, and there were not many accurate maps on the continent, but no matter how crude the map, they would depict the Upper Arctic Sea, a sea closer to the bitter cold of winter than the Whistling Plains of the Orcs, where it was said that for half the year it would be in a kind of obscure daylight, and the other half it would be eternal darkness, and that after entering the eternal night, tentacles would pass through it endlessly, robbing the last vestiges of warmth from any remnants of lifeThe ground there was covered with tens, hundreds, or even thousands of feet of ice, where steel would become crispy like a biscuit in just a few days, and there was nothing precious to be produced there, and even whales and seabirds were rare, so even lichs were rarely there.

Kerry had seen the contents of the Far North Sea in a picture book drawn by his father for him, and it was said that there were indeed evil white dragons and good silver dragons living there, but since the silver dragon left this plane, the white dragon that was their enemy gradually died out for unknown reasons.

They have to go to the Far North Sea, not only from the original continent, but also through the orcs' whistling plains, which of course will not be very pleasant, and it means that they cannot carry too many provisions and personnel, and may end up with only Berdwin, Kerry Ben and Cremar, as for Leona and Memmie, and Glenn, it was not in Berdwin's plan in the first place, Leona and Memmy were because they were women, and their weak bodies simply couldn't bear such a heavy responsibility, and even a long journey might make them sick or die, Glenn, although he was humble enough and docile enough, but Baldwin still felt that it was hard to trust him, but if there was a mage, maybe he would still be able to tolerate Glenn in the team- If they were able to do so, then Baldwin wouldn't mind if the thieves took all the gold and gems he could.

Maybe this is also one of the ways to ensure that Gülen can always remain loyal?

"We're going to avoid the eternal night of the Far North," said Baldwin, "and I can have a good rest and my new arm in this time," and he smiled uncontrollably as he said this, "It's amazing, Kerryben, I didn't expect it to be so powerful, I'm going to love it...... Second only to Leona. ”

He laughed and showed Kerry Ben his new arm. (To be continued.) )