Afra's guardian, the owner of the Crefa, was fond of dressing her in normal clothing, that is, for a real ten-year-old girl, although in this plane, with the exception of the stubborn race like the Seris, most of the human race, young and old, beautiful or ugly, rich or poor, usually wore robes, no more than in the materials and accessories, such as the rich and the noble, who wore silk and fur robes, with delicate embroidery on the corners or front, pearls on the corners, and luxurious silver or gold belts- In the beginning, people did not even wear leggings or trousers, but wore long socks, formally attached to loose long underwear, but with the increase of knights, wanderers, and thieves, trousers and leggings gradually became popular, but the casters seemed to prefer the traditional way of dressing freely - well, as you can imagine, they did not wear anything under their robes for various reasons, with the exception of protective soft armor. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After bringing Afra back from the temple of the false god Gredi, the soul of the other world began to dress up this little girl with great enthusiasm, and I think no one will forget that it is an out-and-out dead house on another plane, although in all seriousness, Afra really cannot be said to be a cute little girl who can be said to be cute, her eyes, lips and eyebrows contain the cruelty and cunning of adults- Although she tried her best to disguise herself when she found out that her guardian wanted a lovely child, it was a pity that the soul of the other world was no longer an ignorant fool who had just come to this plane, and perhaps compared to the lich, it was very deficient, but it could still see that Afra was "performing", so it quickly put away the robes embroidered with roses and rabbits, and after asking a dragon's tooth knight, changed Afra into a simple and simple servant suit.

The leather armor looked dull, translucent, and elastic, looking like silicone from another dimension or something. It is worn directly close to the body, like a second skin for the wearer, but light as nothing. And the additional magic can allow it to expand or contract at will, a frost giant will feel very comfortable to wear it, and Afra, who is thinner than her peers, can't find gaps or folds when she wears it, and it is different from ordinary leather armor, not only extends the protection to the fragile limbs, but the position of the neck can also be pulled up until the mouth and nose are covered, Afra is a little curious, but the soul of the other world didn't tell her- It's best not to let anyone know, as it comes from Greday, the last ancient red dragon in this plane, after the red dragon has completely abandoned its body.

After putting on the leather armor, Afra took out the clothes that Cremar had prepared for her from the box, and said sincerely, even if it was to make her naked, in the "hive", the needs of human beings were reduced to a minimum- Being able to save her life is the most important thing, and everything else can be ignored, so whether it is the silk clothes that will make many little girls happy, or those drab and rough linen clothes, Afra can accept the former, because she is keenly aware that the soul of the other world wants her to be happy, like a normal girl, and the latter is also because the black-haired Dragonborn hopes that she has corrected her mistakes.

But after her master left, Afra wanted to put on the clothes he had prepared for him, and she felt that wearing them was like being surrounded by his arms, so soft and warm.

She walked out of the room with a slight but sincere smile, and when the otherworldly soul was preparing the clothes, she quietly modified them according to her own aesthetics and hobbies, to put it simply, the hem of the robe was widened, and so were the sleeves and arms, and then tightened at the wrists and waist, the embroidery of gold and silver threads snaked from the shoulders to the knees, and Afra wore a beautiful forehead crown, hung a necklace, and put on the bracelet, and looked like an unworldly noblewoman at all, and even the dagger and dagger hanging from her waist looked like flashy ornaments, but, at least in Crefa, no one would consider her a weak ornamentIf those slaves were just mortals, the Dragontooth Knights would involuntarily shudder when they looked at the suddenly empty room of their colleagues.

She smiled at Adelle, and Adel could only sigh softly, how good he had said to Cremar at that time, he still wanted to go to the places he had said, and continue to travel everywhere, spreading the glory of Rosada to every dark corner, but now he dared to go? He was really afraid that if he was gone, Afra, who had lost all scruples and restrictions, would become a young tyrant - she might have innocent blood on her hands, but Adel could not watch such a child fall into the bottomless abyss of evil.

And those Dragontooth Knights are still more jealous of their true master, the black-haired Dragonborn His Highness Kremard, their silence is just a wait-and-see way, they are still waiting for an opportunity, every Grenada will wait for an opportunity, maybe it will be the day when it is certain that Kremar will never be able to return to this plane, or when they are tired of dealing with Afra's recklessness, if Adel is there, then at least, he can manage to balance the two, although it is difficult.

I only hope that Cremar will return soon, the followers of the God of Dawn thought bitterly. A few months, a year, well, three years, whatever he goes to do, it should be enough.

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The lich raised a hand, and the invisible rapier danced around him, the average mage could only control two of these rapiers at a time, but he was surrounded by a full six, and his enemies did not expect him to attack from behind the caster, and then disappeared into the fog with a wail. There was something slippery and squirming under the feet of the former undead, probably the intestines of a conjugator, and countless tiny tentacles sprouted from the skin of the intestines, hoping to grab his feet, but the runes on the lich's boots immediately burned them black and brittle, but even so, the lich still didn't make a sound when he walked.

It was the first screening, no notice, no reminder, no warning, not even Ferrek Hill had said a word about it, the lich's fingers still had the soft touch and scorching temperature of the plump place of the Razter daughter, but the love of the succubus did not allow her to abandon her true nature - when there were many candidates, the succubus always had to pick out the strongest one.

But seeing the mist, that is to say, they have ended their journey in the mourning wasteland, and have begun to enter the River of Bitterness, the River of Bitterness is the name given to it by humans, and among demons and devils it is called the Spear of Penetration, because the source of the River of Bitterness is certainly in the Mourning Wasteland, but it flows into the bottomless abyss, which is said to have more than six hundred layers, but no one knows how many layers it has, just as no one knows where the River of Bitterness eventually flows. After the nine layers of hell and the endless abyss were unfortunately merged due to the layering of planes, even the devils could use this great river of bitter and bitter dark waters to travel between their homes and the wasteland of mourning.

There are only a few entrances to enter the Endless Abyss, which is now the territory of the devils and demons, and as cannon fodder to welcome these bloody battles (the demons said: Everyone, I am not targeting anyone, I mean, everyone present is cannon fodder...... Of course, it's the entropy ship controlled by the demons - unfortunately, even the cannon fodder has to be picked by the demons, and the demons rarely do it themselves, after all, humans are too fragile, but bloody competition on the entropy ship is absolutely allowed and encouraged.

Some might say, can the Contractors give up fighting with each other and use their precious scrolls and runes for the upcoming bloody wars, of course, but first of all, you have to understand that not everyone wants to trust others, especially the evil ones who have made a pact with the demons. Secondly, the Entropy Ship, a ship created and controlled by demons, needs fresh flesh to feed it uninterruptedly, or it will suddenly riot and disintegrate at some point. Where does all this fresh flesh come from, there are no hypermarkets or 24-hour convenience stores, of course, only one of the passengers, and killing an enemy can not only eliminate a dangerous competitor, but also save yourself from being attacked by the entropy ship, is there a more correct choice?

The fog of the River of Bitterness cannot be seen through magic, and even the Lich is hindered, but he still has a keen sense of hearing and an innate sense of alertness. But today was quite unfavorable for him - the day of his revolt had come just a few hours ago.

Out of the fog came a figure that had made him tremble and wail countless times in his nightmares—"Gredi," the lich said in his heart, "I know you're dead, and I've watched you die." ”

"It's just my body that's dead. "Gredi" said, "My child, my soul is immortal, and now, I need you, let me be one with you, and you will be a part of me in glory." ”

The lich's answer was a chain of sharp lightning bolts, the lightning leaped through the mist, and the lich heard the sound of evasive footsteps and suppressed shouts, but "Gredy" did not disappear, his nails pierced into his palms, but to no avail, she was still there, she walked towards him, as every time the lich chanted a spell, but she was unharmed, and the gorgeous woman came up to him, stretched out her arms, and hugged him tightly in her arms.

The body of the living suddenly felt the pain of the binding, he wanted to breathe, even if he didn't need to, he threw another spell with difficulty, but the former undead also knew very well that maybe there would really be a good ranger or spellcaster on the entropy ship, but when Ferek Hill was there, they would only be her bait, it was impossible to wait for him to hurt them, he couldn't go back to the sea, and the lich began to shout another name in his mind, his cohabitant, it was an act of cowardice, but where the arms were close to him, they had become blurred like melted cheeseAs she said, he would be part of the ghost of the red dragon, the waves of despair lapping at the lich's mind, he knew it wouldn't work, but he couldn't refuse, he couldn't break free, suffocation had made him lose his strength, but he was still stubbornly looking for an opportunity - no Grenada would give up on himself easily, no!

The lich slowly stepped back, remembering that the otherworldly spirits had jokingly said that the best way to wake up from a nightmare was to jump from a height, and in general, you would find yourself in a warm and comfortable quilt, even if there was no place in the dream, you could fantasize about one of your own.

But on the entropy boat, there is no need to fantasize, the entropy ship itself is hundreds of feet high, and the river of bitterness flowing below it is not the river water in human cognition, for the living, it has no slightest support, when the lich touches the side of the ship, he can feel that there are countless tentacles stretching out to grab him, the cry of hunger echoes in his ears, he falls backwards, "Gredi" 's face suddenly contorted, and a human mage blinked in bewilderment, perhaps he didn't quite understand what was going on, but he was afraid of the arms - if his enemy had become food for the entropy ship in an inexplicable trance, then there was no need for him to feed it himself.

The lich cut through the mist, he reached into his robes, took the dagger, slit his own skin, the positive energy in his blood burned the arms of the contenders like the sun, they cried and retracted, and just as the lich's toes were almost touching the surface of the River of Bitterness, he stopped, the dagger pierced the surface of the entropy ship, and before his limbs and bones twisted to push the foreign object out, the lich had cast a spell and flew away.

He landed lightly in the entropy ship's sails, and the dagger broke through the human mage's protection and stabbed him down the spine.

The mage's final counterattack only scorched the corpse at his feet, the former undead were unharmed, and Gredi's apparition receded, replaced by Ferek Hill.

"My dear," said the succubus, looking him up and down, "you're a little different...... Tell me what's wrong with you, baby," she said tenderly, "you might like to come to my room and drink a cup of hot honey...... Undisturbed by anyone. The focus on "anyone" is clearly implying something.

To Ferrek Hill's little delight, the lich showed a look she had never seen before, and it made her blood boil.