At the moment when he finished saluting and raised his head to look at each other, even the dull and lucky soul of the other world knew that his identity was exposed, perhaps not exposed, because the eyes of the King of the Jungle were not shocked, but it was not ignorance, but the peace that had already been known in his heart.

- I don't know what to say, the lich commented in a strange tone, that this guy just let his only son be with an undead.

It is rare for the soul of the other world not to answer his words, and those who have not experienced it will probably not understand - in the plane of the soul of the other world, of course, there are kings and dictators, but these are too far away from him as an ordinary person, and his country is in a peaceful and stable stage of development, maybe slightly flawed, but at least a person's life can still be guaranteed. Even when he came to this plane, he still lacked a sense of reverence for the so-called royal family and nobles, and the consuls of the Piercing and the White Tower did not mention it for the time being, and even when he met the old king of the Norman in the Highlands, he could even be said to have the mentality of a tourist, and as a spellcaster, the most respectful gesture he had to make was only a deep bow, which made him further alien from the class, and he never realized that in this plane, there was a so-called king. So before, he entered the Silver Crown Forest with the mentality of going to visit a living fossil that has been running through the upper and lower parts of the world for 5,000 years.

But now there was only a blank in his mind.

The King of the Jungle was not very similar to his son Kerryben, although they both had eyes as blue as a clear sky and long pale blonde hair, but Ingway's facial features were much deeper, his eyebrow bones were high, and his eyes were almost completely shrouded in the shadow of thick eyebrows, which made his iris appear as iron blue as the deepest part of the sea, and suddenly looked at it. Some people may think that it is gray-black, and his hair color is much lighter than that of Kerryben, and in the absence of sunlight, it looks like a silver-white moonlight, and he is even taller than Kerryben, you must know that Kerryben is already six feet four inches, but Kerrymar can basically be at eye level with him, but in front of Kerryburn's father, he must take a step back to make sure that he does not need to look up at the other party.

The ruler of the Silvercrown Grove did not condescend from his throne, much above the ground, looking down on his son's "little friend"—he hadn't done so for seven or eight hundred years, even if standing before him was probably the greatest and most dangerous enemy he had ever faced in his life. For his shield was not only the child of Ingway, but also the weight of duty and obligation—everything he saw when he cast his spell out of the caution that a father and king must have told him that he must do it with care.

Ingway picked up the silver cup as he had done with his son, and his beloved former chief of guard, and took a cup of cold, clean water from under the root of the silver crown wood and handed it to the black-haired spellcaster.

The soul of the other world subconsciously took a sip, it was too cold, he thought.

"I peeked into your soul. ”

The King of the Jungle's words almost caused the Otherworldly Soul to squirt in embarrassment, but luckily the water was so cold that he only took a small bite. Otherwise, their conversation would have to be interrupted for a moment in an awkward situation, after all, the King of the Jungle was so close to him that even if he was a mortal, he could count the number of veins on that silver robe.

- Don't speak. The lich reminded.

"I guess I have to admit it. The King of the Jungle said. "You've surprised me deeply - a little guest from another plane. ”

“...... It is a great honor. "The soul of the other world said dryly, it is entirely possible if it is found to be an atonement lich - the Silver Crown Forest may have more books than any other country in this plane, but if it is said that it is one and two souls, and it is known that he is a soul from another plane. It can only be said that it is ...... The God of God is giving the answer. This secret may not even be discovered by the gods, who may be able to see that there is another soul in the lich's body, but how strong does a soul have to be to pass through the raging astral turbulence and dimensional hurricane without any damage?

"Initially I was just for Kerry Ben. The King of the Jungle said, "You know, your appearance and encounter with Kerribben is like a book that has been written long ago, and your name did not even appear on it before you appeared. ”

In short, you are suspicious of a person who has appeared next to your son for some reason, right--said the soul of the other world.

"Your mentor is not Beavis of the Dragonfire Islands. ”

To the lich's surprise, this answer didn't make the otherworldly soul jump, it was very ...... Calm.

- What's so strange that the otherworldly soul said, I probably knew earlier than you thought, how did a mage who was good at shaping energy raise a lich? Well, you did mislead me, but I can read and talk to other people. He paused, perhaps because you always thought I was too stupid.

So he had been putting himself in the position of a guest when he first arrived in the Dragonfire Islands, and the Lich thought, he had been complaining that the soul from the other plane was too clumsy, and now he wished it could continue to be clumsy, no, maybe it had never been a fool, there was no shortage of idiots around the Lich, and he knew what a true idiot would look like- After suddenly arriving on another plane, losing all his family and friends, his memories are shattered, and he can't even save his own body, so that he has to share a body with a very dangerous guy, it can't even read and write at first, and its knowledge of this plane is like a freshly polished parchment, if it were someone else, not to mention mortals, even spellcasters with strong will and excellent learning, like the poor colleagues of the Lich, after losing their magic and familiar plane, they may not perform as well as his cohabitants。

Although the former undead has been accusing this little white group of thieves as a despicable thief, he knows very well that the invasion of his body is not something that this soul can decide, the only thing that can be criticized is that it saved the incarnation of Tyel without anything in return after controlling his body, although the old guy may not really die even if he is caught in the astral vortex, but this is the will of fate or the god of God, without Tyre there will be Rosada, Sulun, or Ilmot, anyway, any good god can, the original need for an atonement lich at the beginning。 He could have one, and it wasn't something that could be reversed by the power or mind of a human or a lich alone.

"Yes," the otherworldly spirit replied in place of the lich, "my mentor is Aderna of the Seventy-Seven Islands. ”

The King of the Jungle's heart throbbed slightly, although he had long known that the Lich's mentor would only be an undead creature nine times out of ten, but he really didn't expect that this little guy's mentor would be Ederna, Ederna is naturally not his real name, but a variant name recognized by the Magic Galaxy and the River Styx, the ontology comes from the new name that the Lich gave himself when he abandoned his identity as the living, and perhaps some people will find this name strange and awkward. But in fact, this variant name is not the most complicated, as long as you are proficient in the Metal Dragon and Quentin Elfs, the languages spoken by the two races before the Holocaust - although the metal dragons, the Good Dragons, have left the plane for some reason, and the Quentin Elves have been divided and relocated into Singh and Aya, you can deduce that the name is nothing more than Quentin Elf, which is pronounced in the language of the metal dragon, which means eternal in Quentin.

Almost every immortal would be willing to embed a mark of eternity, immortality, or immortality in their name or title, but on the Seventy-Seven Islands. There aren't many undead who simply use this word as their name - most of the undead don't care much about mundane names, but a name, especially the caster's name, is often tied to his fate, which is why spellcasters are extra vigilant when choosing their own variant names. Sometimes they will embed one or two auxiliary words in the name of the variant to modify the original meaning of the name, for example, if a caster is unfortunately called a ram, he will add the name of a god to the front. Because rams are the best sacrifice on the altar of some gods, in order to avoid inexplicable calamities, they will choose a god who does not like to choose a ram as a sacrifice as their protector. For example, Fro, though the ram called Fro is a bit obscene, is much more appropriate than the ram called Talos or Musk - although Fro doesn't seem to be so safe now.

Being able to choose the undead with this name means that he has the strength to resist the pressures and threats that come with this name, and Ingway, the King of the Jungle, only needs to go back briefly to recall a few of his "old friends" Related memories, before the Holocaust their prestige had covered the entire continent, perhaps even half of the ocean, one of them Ederna was already a powerful lich before the Shoah, Ingway really wanted this dangerous person to be protected by his own son as a chick, and his mentor just happened to be called Ederna.

As for why he didn't want to be that Edherna, maybe it was because he was an undead person that Ingway was most familiar with, and he and the adventure team led by Ingway had robbed the same gem before the Catastrophe, and it wasn't Edairna's Ederna who won that time;

Ederna's power is not to be underestimated even by the King of the Jungle who has entered the demigod realm, but what is more of a headache than strength is his character......

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"I think I have a good character. Edelna said.

"There is no doubt about it. Ostal bent down deeply, if it was a human in front of him, then he could have complimented him with this sentence, like mercy and forgiveness, but he was dealing with a demigod lich, and he didn't feel that the above words were a compliment to an undead at all, and he didn't want to be killed inexplicably for that reason - no, in the realm of the undead, death might still be a reward, and "immortality" was punishment and torture.

Even though he is now the emissary of Grenada, carrying the glory of a nation and the will of "her", the demigod lich he faces is one of the most famous madmen in the Seventy-Seven Islands, and Ederna may not even give face to Talos when he gets angry...... Their "mother" is gone.

The dark gray mist swept before his eyes, and the dragon warlock had to grit his teeth to resist the chill and fear that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and he kept a bowed posture and took a careful step back, though he didn't know if it was a projection or something else in front of him, but even he didn't want to think about the results of contact with the demigod lich - and he didn't think that Edair would mercifully disarm the spell for him, and he at best informed Grenada after a burst of maniacal laughter and told them to send a less fragile messenger again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see something flickering slightly in the thick mist, it could be a half-lich soul gem set in the remnant bones, each of which was a lifebox as far as Ostal knew, and could devour every soul the demigod lich captured, and he struggled to control his fears, reaching out his hands and holding them down on his shoulders for the other to see - no gestures or spellcasting materials.

"Please allow me to ......" he said with difficulty, "please allow me to ......"

"Huh?" the fog floated from side to side, and if it was a human, it probably meant tilting its head.

"I brought ...... Grenada's gift. Ostar struggled and said, "Allow me to ......" He glanced at the dimensional bag hanging from his waist - the dimensional bag could contain many things, scrolls, wands, rune seals, and without the master's permission, sticking a finger into the dimensional bag was not much different from making a spell gesture and taking out the casting materials.

"Jewels?" said the voice, even with a hint of playfulness, and then Ostar felt only a slight movement around his waist, accompanied by an unbearable tingling and paralysis, and the dimensional pouch that should have been opened only by him and the priest of Gredy opened its black hole like a docile little beast, and the invisible fingers reached into it, and pinched out a solid stone the size of a pigeon's egg, but which contained magical power that might have exceeded the weight of a devil's lifetime - pink.

"It is indeed my favorite pink. Ederna said, "Looks like I'm going to have to give you an answer." (To be continued.) )