Every warlock, nay, should say spellcaster, have imagined what it would be like for them to reach the last step, not with some philosophical question, but with the spells and scrolls, runes, and other tools they would be prepared to deal with, just like the teleportation that the lich must have attached to them, and which disgusted their enemies. Ostahl was no exception, and after becoming a supposedly powerful dragonborn, he also collected many knick-knacks that would make him feel safe—almost all of his previous ones were lost to the new king of Grenada's pursuit of him and the betrayal and threat of his former colleagues and subordinates, some of whom were truly dragons— Anyway, it was impossible for the red dragon Gredy to crawl back from the bottomless abyss to trouble him now, and he could even say that he had thrown a lot of money at the material that would drive most spellcasters crazy, but these had also disappeared into the cold aura of the bone dragon, and the lich on its back had never even cast his own spells.

They drove him here like a killer whale driving a seal, and when he saw the barren and cold swamp, Ostal knew that his escape might be coming to an end or an end, and instead of resisting in vain, he continued to run, but raised his hands and fell to his knees, and he raised his face and looked pleading at his enemy, "I don't know what you want," he cried, "but I will obey your every command!"

The Edal that Ostahl could see was not so amiable, when the gray shadow and the empty robe appeared in front of Ostal in front of him, he couldn't even speak, this is a different kind of suppression from the bone dragon, if the anger of the bone dragon will make the dragon blood in Ostahl's body boil and roar, then Edal's kind of nothingness that comes completely from the deepest dead silence will make everyone feel hopeless, and Ostahl has already realized his mistake - He was not needed, no matter what his purpose was, just as the cardinals of Grenada were always happy to harness the souls of their enemies (especially those who had to choose death because of them), and these souls may have had stubborn temperaments, noble qualities, and prudent deeds during their lifetime, but these were lost when they died and were captured by the warlocks. But the Warlocks' behavior, when compared to the Grey Robes, was as ridiculous as a toddler's puppet, and Ostarr had guessed that perhaps the immortal casters would be banished by the aversion of most of the gods, because they knew the soul too well.

And standing in front of him was not an ordinary gray robe, he was the uncrowned king of the Seventy-Seven Islands, a demigod lich, almost the highest peak that the undead could climb to this plane, he drove a huge bone dragon with a body length of hundreds of feet, from some subtle residues and features, it can be seen that it was once a silver dragon, and when it was still covered with muscles and scales, it was perhaps larger than the red dragon Gredi, that is, when it was still alive, it was even more worthy of people's awe- Moreover, it is well known that silver dragons are the most difficult type of dragon to master, and their innate purity and arrogance doom them to never become vassals of others, let alone be transformed into lowly and filthy undead creatures.

No one knew that the demigod lich was raising such a terrible undead creature, and there was no mention of anything about Edherna, and even when he slowly and painfully destroyed the massive Dharma, there was no trace of the silver dragon by his side, and there were only two possibilities for this to happen - Eder had it after living in seclusion in the Seventy-Seven Islands, or he had it all along, but never let it appear in people's eyes- The Seventy-Seven Islands have not always been so peaceful, and despite the difficult and dangerous battles that Aderna had to endure in the destruction of the Falon, as well as the struggle for resources, status, and assets that the lichs gradually gathered in the archipelago, the paladins and priests sent by the gods who hate the undead never stopped their conquest of the archipelago, especially the most terrible and cruel of the lich Ederna, and in these dense and chaotic battles, Ederna never exposed the existence of the bone dragon.

Why did he hide his bone dragon to this day, and why did he let it appear in the eyes of the public today? Ostahl didn't feel that important, the only possibility was that Eder didn't need to hide it anymore...... What exactly does he want to do?

Ostahl's mind stopped at the moment when the empty hood was pouring down on him, he probably didn't think that his death would be so silent and pitiful, he had thought that he might lead a multitude of dragons to conquer Grenada and even the whole continent, and that the remains of his enemies would be ground into fine pieces between the dragon's teeth, or that he would regain power over the dragon's thorns and become an emperor hidden in the dark, that even kings and archdukes would tremble when they heard his name, that he was more worthy of reverence than Kranwo, the god of death, because whoever he wanted to die would not be able to live, and in his most mundane previsionAs a self who has gained the trust and favor of the god of conspiracy, Syric, at least, he should also become an archduke or a king after seeing his most hated enemy, Cremar, in his shadow, wandering in exile and surviving in the filthy caverns (as he did before), just as the Red Dragon Gredi did.

He also forced himself to imagine that one day, he and Cremar, the dark-haired dragonborn who ruined his past, would die together in a frantic and violent battle, which was not what he wanted, but in any case, it would be a thousand times better than the current ending- But after all, he was not able to die a glorious death as a powerful spellcaster, on the contrary, he was just a small branch that Eder had randomly pulled along the way, and the demigod lich did not even pay much attention to the reluctance and humiliation of this branch, he came for the landscape obscured by Ostar.

Perhaps Ostahl had prepared accordingly, and perhaps there were traps and misdirection, but as a demigod lich, it was too easy to squeeze the things out of that poor little head, Ostahl's mind and memory were an intricate labyrinth for others, but Edair could override the entire labyrinth with his strength and intelligence, and he found what he was looking for without much effort, opening the half-plane that led to the hatching dragons.

Ederna and his bone dragon vanished in a gloomy flash, leaving Ostar's wide-eyed shell, his soul destroyed, his skull empty, and moments later, the monsters and beasts that smelled death had followed, trembling and wandering for days before the breath left by the bone dragons and demigod lichs, and finally pounced on the dragonborn's softening body at the urging of temptation— Ostal was transformed from the flesh and blood of the red dragon, and in the end it was just food for a group of monsters and beasts, some of them were killed instantly, but some of them became stronger and wiser, and they savored this rare gift carefully, not even the hard scales, rough hair, and black blood-soaked dirt were left.

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Tiny insects barely visible to mortal eyes buzzed in the air, and Eloch was half-lying on the branches of a leafy oak tree, his eyes closed leisurely, his arms folded, one knee bent, and although his ward had not smiled all the way, he had no need to worry that she would choose to run away from him, as she had done several times before— She had to take care of Cremar's request after all, although they both knew that Cremar only wanted the long journey and new things to divert Lucier's attention - after all, he still didn't face up to Lucier's love for him after all, and Eloch had discovered this shortcoming of him a long time ago, although the black-haired Dragonborn himself had spent several times his life as a mortal compared to humans, he still couldn't accurately distinguish his physical age from his apparent appearance— In other words, he is also a stubborn guy, both Afra and Lucieu are children in his eyes, and since they are children, no matter how they explain and express their love for Cremar, Cremar will not accept them.

This virtue and perseverance surprised him a little.

The problem is that if Afra and Lucieu were mortal women, not only would they have blossomed and borne fruit, but even the seeds left behind could grow into big trees, fifty years is the beginning and the end for human beings, but for Afra and Lucieu, it is just a blink of an eye to brew their love into a thicker and sweeter relationship, especially Lucieu, compared to Afra, who needs to rule Crefa, her life is simpler and calmer, and in this simplicity and calm, the memories of the past will only become more vivid.

Then Eloch heard someone calling out his pseudonym, the sweetest voice a mortal woman could make, with a slight trembling.

The mission that Eloch and Lucieu have accepted can be said to have almost no dangerous foothold, but it is also very important - Cremar needs them to observe and investigate the epidemic of "tobacco" in the southern countries, although the virus has spread, but the people who have been bewitched will of course find more ways to ensure its survival, but the souls of the other world cannot let the toil of those priests and druids go to waste, especially when they know that some of the druids involved have decided to exile themselves- After believing that they had committed an unforgivable crime, the druids would banish themselves to extremely difficult and desolate places, where not only would they be surrounded by humans, but perhaps even sapient beings, and they would share the den of wild beasts or nest with birds, no longer talking, not taking notes, not making or using tools, and not covering themselves with anything other than hair, until they returned to nature.

It was undoubtedly a very important task, but it was also quite peaceful, and if they did perceive something, it would be the knights of the kings and grand dukes, or the priests of the temples and sanctuaries, which was their duty after all.

Eloch landed lightly on the ground, no heavier than a leaf, which startled the girl who was looking for him, and then her cheeks flushed, she had never seen such a beautiful person, but the look of love only flashed in her eyes for a moment and then disappeared - even though Eloch and Lucieu had hidden the characteristics of the elves, their clothing, posture and countenance showed that they were not ordinary commoners, they were treated with the hospitality of this small village, but they were destined to be only passers-by and not people to be left behind.

These days are the festival days in the village, which may have something to do with the god of the earth, Chati, but because there is no priest in this remote village, the villagers can't accurately grasp the time of the festival, but it doesn't matter, all they need is a leisurely and rich time after the autumn harvest - of course, in order to be able to better entertain their guests, and they prefer the herbs that Eloch has found for them to stop bleeding and cure fever and pain rather than the clanging copper and silver coins.

The feast of the villagers was also rudimentary, lacking in fat and honey, but the berries picked by the children, adorned with bread and wheat porridge, were equally colourful and appetizing, and the boys and maidens danced in the light of the fire, and Eloch received the most invitations, while Lucieu kept her head bowed and silent.

"Would you like some drink?"

Lucieux looked up, and a young girl was standing in front of her, holding a wooden cup without any carvings or inlays, but the surface of the wooden cup was so delicately polished that even reflections could be seen, and the turbid liquid rippled in the cup, reflecting Luciere's sad face.

"Thank you. Lucieu said politely, and she took the cup, and the maiden did not leave, but sat shoulder to shoulder with her in the arms of another light glass of ale.

"Aren't you dancing?" or, should I say, not dancing with Eloch?

"I'm going to jump with my lover next. The girl said.

"Lover?"

"yes, he'll be my fiancé in the future. ”

"I thought ......"

"Thought I would choose your companion?"

But you ......, "Isn't the one you love Eloch?" Lucieu thought she could not be mistaken.

"You're aristocrats. The maiden said, "Commoners are not qualified to be with nobles." ”

"It may be true for others, but we ...... It's different. ”

"It's no different," the girl said, staring at the flames, or the long, slender figure between the flames and the shadows, "You're not your average traveler, are you, you're duty-bound." ”