Grazt twitched the corners of his mouth in a place that Eder might not have noticed, he had been the master of the third layer for too long to be detected, and the years he had been a demon were even longer than that of the tower, even so, when he revealed his body from the summoned array and looked at his summoner, who would have thought that a demon would be summoned by a black lamb? Perhaps it was because it was so rare and ridiculous that Grazt gave him a special deal to undo the transfiguration spell for Ederna and the other white lamb, and to their disability - to Grazt's regret, neither lamb was naïve enough to put off their debts to the point they couldn't afford to pay them, otherwise he would now have not only a demigod lich on his debt list, but also a servant of Angelis, the god of life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Well, it's just a thought, even if Ederna's father has left this plane, Angeliske, the god of life, will not allow his descendants to be at the mercy of a demon.

"Have you seen your disciple?" the Demon Lord stepped out of the summoned formation, while hypocritically patting the dust that did not exist on his body, he was barefoot, leaving a deep footprint on the floor of the room with each step, if anyone lowered his head to take a closer look, he would think that he saw the thin claws of a bird, or the footprints of a bear, or the limbs and feet of a spider, anyway, there was no mark that could make people think of the six-fingered prince of the dark sky. On the last step out of the room, a pair of normal human feet were imprinted, scorching filth and a foul stench mixed with the smell of sulfur. Along with this process, Grazt's body was shrinking, and the demonic costume changed, from ornate armor and cloaks to hooded robes favored by spellcasters, and soft-soled shoes on his feet. The door opened quietly in front of him, and the demon walked out.

There was a dead silence outside the door, not only were there no gray robes, not only the lich, not even the golems and ghosts, it was clear that Ederna had completely emptied the half-plane before summoning him, and Grazt rubbed his fingers in satisfaction, and the lampholders on both sides of the long and curved corridor that made it appear particularly deep lit up, and the candlesticks on the candlesticks held by the petrified figures were already there, and when Grazt's flame lit them, the sinners inside immediately groaned in pain.

"I hope you enjoy it," said Edair slowly, "though I know that this desolate and barren place cannot stand your ivory tower or bone tower—but this tower originally belonged to Batzu. He stretched out his tail vertebrae, and with a slight touch, the faces of countless devils and demons appeared on the wall, and Grazt could be said to have watched intently, until he found the coat of arms he knew from the mess, and the demon burst out laughing, glad to see that his old enemy had also suffered a lot at the hands of this cunning fellow: "There is no doubt," Grazt said with satisfaction, "I like this." ”

"If it's that bastard," said Grazt, "I know where his library is." ”

Grazt leaned down and held out his hand, and Ederna floated herself into the demon's swarthy palm, then shrunk in the same way, wrapping around Grazt's wrist like a small snake. Grazter pressed his left hand against the snake's right hand, and he held the neck part of Edelna's neck intimately and threateningly, "I don't have many regrets left here," the demon said as if muttering to himself as he strode through the empty hallway, "But Edelna, I thought I had given you a very good deal. "If Ederna is willing to become Grazt, then not only can he be directly transformed into a high-level demon immediately, but he can also pass through all the children of Grazt and become the "left hand" of Wuyin, who is second only to Vinn. It's just that at that time, the Demon Lord didn't even think that Ederna would not hesitate to choose to become a lich, giving up the glory and pleasure that he might have for hundreds of thousands of years and only belonged to the living—and before, although Ederna was in an awkward position, he was almost no different from a god compared to a mortal - He is the heir to a vast empire, not the only one, but he has countless courtiers and knights willing to be loyal to him, he has a dragon that has accumulated a secret treasure for nearly 10,000 years, a face that will break the hearts of demons, unmatched strength, invincible magic, a tough body of steel, and a life long enough to almost run through the birth and death of a kingdom. These things, so beautiful that his only blood relatives would also grit their teeth and toss and turn every night that could not sleep, were probably just a bone that he had sucked to the point of tastelessness for Ederna - he abandoned them as simply as a blink of an eye, and even Glaz did not expect it. At that time, the poor demon was still waiting hundreds of years (or at least he thought it would take that long to make a young dragonborn tired of everything) to meet the bright and dark soul himself. Well, he couldn't wait for the black lamb any longer.

Grazter had to admit that the white lamb had the same extravagant hopes he had, yes, not hope, but as he had assumed, Angelis, the god of life, had always watched his child, and even in the most difficult times of Ingway, he had a demonic friend to summon.

"I can't let it go this time. Grazter said, and Edelle on his wrist rolled his eyes, of course, a vertebrae couldn't make that expression, but there was a constant slight connection between them, which made the demigod lich throw his emotions directly into the demon's mind when he didn't want to disguise, "Isn't fifty years of service for you enough?"

"That's the reward for me to hide him for you," said Grazt, "and what else you haven't counted?"

"Tell me?"

"Food expenses. "Do you know how many demons he stewed me, and the devil?

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"Here. "Kerry had a tiny nail in an unfolded map, then another, and then a third, and a fourth...... Until the seventh, the silk thread is wound around it, so that it can be seen clearly - a continuous course of action, and the nodes.

"This is what we found, and the suspicious locations that have been confirmed. "And the paths they might take." ”

The lich looked down, "The Southern Kingdoms." "Walk through the Partridge Hills, then the Longshan City-State (formerly), then wind north into the Dragonspine Mountains.

"Right now, only the southern kingdoms and Grenada are still raising slaves. Lucieu said with a little disgust, and then she heard Afra laugh sharply, and it occurred to her that the person she liked was, and is probably a direct member of the royal family of Grenada, and it is no exaggeration to say that because King Grenada did not expel him, take away his family name and inheritance, and if anything happens to Grenada, he and the other prince will have a chance to become King of Grenada. The Grenada never cared about the order of blood, and in a family, there were grandsons who killed their grandfathers, mothers who killed their daughters, and sisters and brothers who were happy to see each other, just as humans gathered their puppies together and whipped them with whips in order to raise the most ferocious and aggressive dogs.

But Lucieu soon regained her spirits, and what happened to the Grenadas? The black-haired Dragonborn had long proven that he was no match for his brutal and vicious kindred, his father had failed, and he might have wanted to have a child with an evil heart like a red dragon and an elven gift, but the child might be powerful, perhaps more than he expected, but his soul was still unlimitedly inclined to the camp of good.

On her first return to Emerald Grove, Lucie cautiously asked her elders, as well as her peers (who were older than her), what they thought of humans, yes, at that time, she didn't know that it was a dragonborn with half of her clan with the blood of the Eya elves who saved her, and the answers she got were almost uniform, that is, people from the outside world were almost always cunning and despicable, and even those with a good temperament would undergo disturbing changes for various reasons. However, a few days later, there was also an Eya elf who whispered to Lucieu that they, and they may have suffered unbearable pain and hurt that can only be calmed by eternal sleep, but if they regret it, maybe, but if they are given another chance, they may still make the decision that they will regret, which cannot be changed by all laws, warnings, teachings or persuasions.

"But we want you to get a good result. In the end, they all said so.

So was the decision she made the right one?Lucieure thought about it for a long time, and then she was finally an adult, and she could travel, but she had to go with Eloch, an old and nagging elf that annoyed Lucieu greatly, but it was a condition and a punishment, and who made her sneak out before she was a young man, and become a slave trader's goods only because of a glass of human wine, she had to accept— But Lucieu also had to say secretly in her heart that Eloch was not so infallible, and before a tenth of the distance they had traveled, they fell into the hands of a mad warlock, a little worse than before, and they might be given directly to an undead, a lich.

Then, for the second time, Lucieux was freed from the deadly shackles by the black-haired spellcaster, with an Eloch.

She thought, it might be hard for her not to love him anymore. Even if she later learned that the black-haired spellcaster was still a dragonborn, a Grenada, and that his mother was an Aya elf, although the Eya elves agreed that he must have inherited his father's sinful bloodline, Lucie didn't think so-look at the Singh elves in the Silver-crowned Jungle, didn't they accept Cremar? and didn't see the black-haired dragonborn drag them into the secret chamber and dissect them one by one...... Especially Kerryben, who is like Cremar's father, or brother. There was even a little jealousy and grievance in Lucie's little heart - Cremar did have elven blood, but it was an Eya elf, wasn't it? not a Singh elf, otherwise he would have had long pale blonde hair and blue eyes, not long black hair and black eyes......

But what a pair of beautiful eyes, looking at it, it was like being embraced by the night, not the cold, empty, terrible night, but the soft, rich, warm night, the black wings that can make people sleep peacefully.

"There are only a few slaves in the southern countries," said Kerribben, "but this is only the surface, in fact, their serfs are no better than slaves, and they even raise eunuchs, just like the Dragonfire Islands before them." His slender fingertips tapped on the map, "These places have the most missing people, and there are also the gnomes who fled from the Dragonfire Islands, some of them came to the southern countries, and some of them went to the Normans of the Highlands, but now we can only find sporadic gnomes, and even the gnomes of the Normans of the Highlands are constantly missing - and these clues will eventually converge on the Silver Finger Guild." ”

"A guild of thieves. Raven added, "They can't find a hiding place in the Normans in the Highlands, and the southern nations are willing to accept them." I heard that some cities are even controlled by thieves, like the White Tower fifty years ago. ”

"They go from the Partridge Hill," Eloch asked, "and is the lord of the Partridge Hill involved......

"Nope. One of the elves beside Kerribben replied that he had explored the White Tower and the Partridge Hill, "but it was more troublesome than that, for the bloodline of the Partridge Hill was about to be cut off—several of Bernard's children had died, and it was likely that he would never have any more children." ”

"Did anyone meddle?"

"I haven't noticed it yet. The elf replied, and then glanced at Afra, and it seemed that the matter of the Norman of the Highlands was not a secret to the elves.

Afra proudly straightened her flat chest.

Ann Rui...... She's not doing very well either. ”

Kerryben's fingers paused, "We'll pass through there." ”

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Bernard looked up, only to find that it was already dusk, and the servants opened the brass sheet covered with fluorite, "Fluorite should be replaced." "It's getting darker," Berner said. ”

The servant's hand paused, "But," he said hesitantly, "this one was just put on three days ago." ”

Berner closed his eyes and opened them again, his vision still blurry, "I misremembered." He said, "I'm sorry." ”