"Plead!" Ostar shouted uncontrollably, and then he found his body and voice trembling weakly, "...... Ten thousand sorry!" he said in the most humble gesture, "forgive me for my negligence...... Mighty and venerable Eder Na...... I just ......"

"Ah, I know," the demigod lich nodded indifferently, though Ostahl couldn't see it, "Don't worry, kid, I won't mind a faux pas or two that wasn't meant to be." ”

"So......" Ostal licked his lips, "you can, you can...... Tell me?"

"My answer is," said the demigod lich crisply, "I don't know. ”

In that moment, Ostal could be sure that his blood was rushing to his cheeks and fingers like boiling lava, and he was almost desperate to rush forward and tear and tear his soul out of the life box and toss it to the lowest demons and lowly demons in the endless abyss to gnaw on for a hundred years or more!

What calmed him down suddenly was a spell that Eder casually dropped, the dragon vein warlock retreated in the sharp sound of chanting spells, the protective spells on his body shone brightly, and the protective rune seals of the same purpose shattered one after another with a crisp popping sound, opening one barrier after another for him, the only thing to praise and rejoice in was that even in this case, he did not cast offensive spells, but just blindly defended and guarded.

"Calm down. Edair's voice said softly, "yes, take a deep breath, that's right, that's what humans do, come, take a deep breath, once, twice." Triple ......"

Ostahl resisted the urge to spit out a stream of acid—he looked at his own dimension, the black hole opening ironically open, for which even Grenada had worked hard to get the gem, but now it had been taken away, without compensation, even if Edair had not fulfilled the contract— Ostarr thought back to the pact, which was unfair to him and Grenada, but Edal was the most clever and powerful spellcaster they could find that was unlikely to play with them, as Grenada also had dragon blood in him, before he became a lich. He is also a Dragonvein Warlock, and he is related to Ostal by blood.

“...... Can I find out why?"

"Oh, I'm glad you calmed down so quickly," said the demigod lich pleasantly, and Ostar could almost see his projection on his fingertips, posing his hands in a triangular tower, "but isn't it," he said, "for a reason." ”

"That's why I can't give an answer, or rather. Useful answer, because this puzzle was solved long ago when you handed it over to me. Ederna said, perhaps snapping his fingers, and the golden book of dragon grammar appeared in front of Ostar with such a sudden appearance. It doesn't look damaged in the slightest, even the gold cover is intact.

"I don't understand. ”

"Ah, my dear child," said Edelle kindly, "what is incomprehensible about this? A riddle with a prize, it hangs there, shining brightly. Everyone can see, and then someone solves the puzzle and takes the reward, well, even if someone finds it after this and solves the puzzle again, but sorry, dear, there is no prize left, the prize has been taken away - the answer has already been taken, the maze will only open once for the first smart person, and then it will be closed forever, the exit is gone, you can destroy it, you can also imitate it, but that exit, unfortunately, cannot appear again anyway. ”

Ostahl probably didn't realize that he was shaking his head slowly, was it the half-dragon demon, or was it the owner of the previous dragon grammar book, or the black-haired spellcaster, but he had been swallowed by the Starlight River.

"The one who stole this reward......"

"Alive. Edal startled the Dragon-Vein Warlock who hadn't expected an answer.

"Actually, he's alive and well," Adderna added, "and he's a very likable kid." As always, the demigod lich smiled and lazily stroked his newfound gem, pink, clean, hungry, his tentacles of power ready to move, eager to grab a soul and stuff it inside.

"What's that?" Ostahl asked tentatively.

"Reward?" replied the demigod lich, "it may not be a reward but a punishment for a mortal or a fool, but it is not a great deal for a wise man, or, my child, it is just a dice." A being who can guide the powerful and intelligent to find a great ......" he amusefully saw the flame of greed in Ostar's eyes: "Legacy. ”

"Legacy?"

"All right," said Edelle with a relaxed heart, "I have given more than you deserve, little one, you should know how much you have gotten, and your 'mother' will be proud of it." ”

"Of course," Ostal muttered that he might have asked something first, but a chilling force pushed him back, and he took only a small step back, and then he suddenly fell from the flat ground, and a sudden opening dimensional door threw him out of the tower of Ederna, and again appeared in front of him with lead-gray clouds, and beneath his feet were the year-round dark and iceless waters of the waters around the Seventy-Seven Islands, and the talisman on his body worked, and a self-activated flying spell sent him up a reef about dozens of feet long and wide。

On a pirate ship that had been forced to venture over the edge of the Seventy-Seven Islands to escape the army, an overly nervous lookout spotted Ostahl and couldn't help but shout hysterically that the presence of a lich on every reef in the Seventy-Seven Islands was an exaggerated description or a frivolous rumor, but many believed it. The Dragon-Vein Warlock watched the ship flee as if it was being pursued by tens of thousands of undead, and he made a gesture with a gloomy face, casting a spell that destroyed the ship's rudder, and its course skewed to one side, carrying a ship of pirates that were about to go mad and crashed into an island that rose out of the sea like a shark's dorsal fin, and it was unknown if there were any undead on it, but they were lucky to be able to swim on the island before the ship sank completely.

"At least you should have a clear robe and a red robe!" called Ostal . He then cast a teleportation spell that teleported himself back to his tower.

The first thing he did when he returned to the tower was to contact his disciple, who was the younger brother of the White Tower's Ryit.

"Have you seen Ryitt?" Ostahl asked sternly as soon as the disciple's face appeared in the flames.

"Yes," said his disciple, "the night before yesterday." ”

"Did you tell it my order that you came to the White Tower?" he had sent this beloved disciple for the sake of Ryette's "tobacco" - it was a very normal thing for the dragon vein warlocks to snatch merit from each other, as long as the previous plan was not damaged, it did not matter who the final result was.

"Nope. Ostahl noticed that his disciples were a little nervous, but every true disciple would be nervous in front of him, what he didn't expect was. His disciple only learned some information from Drake that he didn't know yet, and tried to blackmail his sister with this information: "It was just a simple talk." Among warlocks, he said, talk often represented intimidation and blackmail, as Ostal knew, but verbal exchanges were more symbolic of useless emptiness.

"The previous plan has been put on hold," Ostahl said unquestionably, and his disciple immediately bowed his head in obedience: "I need you to go to the Dragonfire Islands," Ostahl said, "There is no need to make it public." In other words, this secret is not enough to become his handle: "You can ask for Ryette's help." ”

"She may not be willing to obey. His disciple said.

"She will. "The delay in our plans is the greatest reward for her." ”

Ostal's disciples hide their regrets behind a humble smile, and if Ostahl makes any concessions or is willing to exchange, then those things will fall into his dimensional pocket. It would be a shame, but he probably didn't know what Ryette had done, or he would have a joke to watch.

"I'm going to open a dimensional door to you. Ostar reminded.

His disciple hurriedly stepped back and gave up his position. However, Ostal did not come to the White Tower in person, but threw out a scroll as a command and reward for him. The mark on the outside of the scroll barrel only flickered and burned, but at this time, Ryette's brother could already see the contents clearly, the scroll contained a sixth-level spell, but at a glance, he knew that this spell was for this operation, and the young warlock began to think about how to save this scroll, maybe his sister Ryette could help?

Ostar, on the other hand, had tidied up his clothes after completing the procedure, and he had one more urgent thing to do, which was to report the results of the mission to his "mother". His brain was spinning at a rapid pace on the road that was only a few hundred feet away, and he knew that his last mission had gone wrong, that he should have cast an even more devastating spell that would have completely shredded the black-haired spellcaster and his ship, instead of handing over the job to Starlight River, and now he needed to make up for it, maybe he could...... The Dragon Pulse Warlock had regained her composure and composure before entering the large, heavy black iron door, and the "Mother" may not have known that it was just a lie, but sometimes the "Mother" can become extremely forgiving, as long as she can see what you can do for her.

Two priests in crimson silk robes, with silver hammers hanging from their waists, pushed open the door for him.

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Grenada, what a familiar name.

Gredi is its variant name, and it means – greed.

"Do you know what he's going to face?"

"I know," replied the King of the Jungle, "that he is the Chosen One, like you. ”

"I hate that word. The soul of the other world blurted out, and when it understood what it had said, it was terrified and ashamed, but like the thoughts that had arisen from every movie and novel he had seen on another plane—what was the chosen one, whose will? who could manipulate the minds of others and ruin their lives in such a wanton manner? Has anyone ever asked him if he had to carry this heavy and dangerous shackle, why must there be sacrifices and sacrifices? Why can't all of us work together, the wheel of fate is so big, how can you let one or a few people control it?

- Someone will always be chosen, the Lich said serenely, like there are always heroes in the game you play, who were born to save the whole world, like ...... Though...... He gave a rare laugh, and our identity seemed more suitable to be the enemy of the brave.

The souls of the other world didn't even notice that the King of the Jungle had walked in front of him, and the distance between them was no more than a cubit, and the flowers of the silver crown wood fell between them and on their bodies, emitting a faint light woody fragrance.

"You're a good boy. The King of the Jungle said. "I'm glad Kerry had such a friend as you. ”

"But I am," the otherworldly soul took a soft breath, "I am a ......" lich of atonement.

"I know what you are. Ingway said, turning to his seat, "I thought you'd know that in the perception of elves, the soul is more important than the body. ”

"But ......"

"Will you betray him?" asked the King of the Jungle, "will you hurt him?"

"I won't. The otherworldly spirit said, "I won't betray him, but I, I'm not sure I'm going to hurt him." He fearlessly looked directly into the King of the Jungle's suddenly sharp eyes: "Have you ever thought of it? If one day, Kerry would have known my true identity?"

The King of the Jungle was silent for a moment, and just when the spirit of the other world thought he was about to change his mind, he said, "Then wait until that day...... Let's talk about it. ”

I'm sorry?

The otherworldly soul glared at his friend's father, and for a moment he thought he had misheard, and before a few breaths you acted responsibly and said, "My lord, please don't give up halfway!"

"Or do you go and talk to him personally?"

The king of the jungle, the majestic Ingway, propped his chin and carelessly plucked a petal that fell between his hair, or else? He didn't want to be a crow that brought bad news, and wasn't the one who started it anyway? (To be continued.) )