"Why go through all this trouble? Even if we leave them down and say, "We only need ten out of a hundred, and we'll only see ten or less by the next day, so why go through these two lengthy procedures?"

"Well, because if these humans are unconsciously united by similar experiences, we will be the ones who need to clean up the trouble in the end. "We've limited our selection to a few obnoxious people, but you know," said the black-robed Darksun priest, "and you know," he looked down at his apprentice, "that is, humans have a 'commonality', that is, they try to come together in an effort to bring themselves together because they have some similarities in them, and thus connect themselves to each other." Even if this resemblance is not enviable, those who are timid and cowardly will have the illusion that they are very strong when they stand together. ”

"We provide the Emperor with attendants, guards, and servants," the Darksun Priest continued, "but we can't make him really give birth to minions against us, so that these humans will admire and submit to him, and make him a 'real' Emperor." So how can we keep them stuck in the mire without knowing it, of course, by making them hostile to each other and hating each other - remember, in the beginning, they were all selected to stand on the same platform, but since coming here, some reckless and cruel fellows have been given preferential treatment first, then their imitators, and the first two are complacent, thinking that after finding out our vein, the first ones to be picked up are the outcasts who can't even enter the mansion, and they want toNearly nine out of ten of the 'companions' are killed to obtain this qualification, which inevitably leads to jealousy and hatred...... But if those who pride themselves on being calm will think that they have been chosen just by luck, of course not, they will only think that it is their sanity and composure that have moved us - neither the former nor the latter will be satisfied with their position, they will fight each other, there will never be peace, they will never be a behemoth. ”

"Will the Emperor notice?"

"Perhaps," said the Darksun priest, "but he can't pay enough to balance the two. ”

There is another reason why the priest did not tell his apprentice, after all, he is not qualified to do so now.

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The fifty daggers that had reaped the lives of the humans were sent to the Grey Robes, who captured the souls imprisoned in the sword and threw them into the gems, which were then sent to Aostahl, where the black iron golems forged by the gnomes and dwarves were waiting to be filled with souls, and of course, there was a series of magical blessings, but this is what the necromancers are best at. They even disguised themselves and went into the side of each lord, casting spells on the battlefield and walking among the corpses, so that mortals could not tell the kind of magic - When someone dies, the contract he signed before will lead the Grey robes to find their souls, and the gems that flash with soul light will be collected by them one after another, and some are similar to the enchanted daggers that have indeed met the expectations of the Grey robes, and similarly, tens of thousands of weapons have been sent to knights and soldiers, who do not know that the good swords in their hands will not only take the lives and souls of their enemies, but after using them for a long time, even they themselves will be weakened and lose their lives, and their souls will be imprisoned by weapons, waiting for the final master to come and harvest。

This is probably the first time in more than a thousand years that the grey-robed people have been so ecstatic to loot, and it is precisely because of that time, in that great catastrophe that shook the material plane of the winners, the countless injuries and sorrows caused by the necromancers caused them to be banished to the Seventy-Seven Islands, although because of the particularity of the grey-robes, the lords and lords occasionally think of them, but in ordinary battles, it is still a matter of caution to control these mages who are already between life and death- For if anyone would desire death and destruction, the only ones besides the orcs Kavula's electors and messengers are probably the necromancers. The elect and messengers of the orc Kawuluxe loved to see death because they smelled blood like a fragrant flower, and when they saw rotting entrails like they saw bright gems, the necromancers needed a large number of souls and corpses to use as currency, sacrifices, and experimental materials...... But whether it's the slave trade, pirates or thieves, the "goods" that can be provided to them will never satisfy their appetites, and if nothing else, if a gray robe wants to be transformed into a lich, the materials consumed include the soul and flesh that will make a small town or village suddenly silent.

"But that would get Klanvo's attention. Mullen said.

"Does that matter?" Arthur put a gem in his mouth and frowned, most of the souls of the mercenaries are bitter and sour, but for the lichs, the so-called sweet and sour no longer means much to them - when they can no longer taste the food of the living, whether it tastes good or not is not what the soul tastes like, but whether the taste is mellow and strong enough, and the reason why they love the soul with rich experience is precisely because of this, as for whether it is bitter or sweet, they don't care. "The Seventy-Seven Islands didn't intervene this time. "Two of the Greys of the Seventy-Seven Islands accepted the invitation, and they put sacks in their place, and the rest...... At least, it has nothing to do with the Seventy-Seven Islands.

"And what about us?"

"We're different. Arthur said, and then he fell silent.

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Arthur and Maren worked for a lord of Arield - of course, they were here as two powerful mages, and this little lord was both afraid and delighted by their arrival, you know, like him, only two small lords in two cities could not even recruit a mage disciple before, and now there were two mages working for him, and he didn't want him to support him, which was enough for him to be loyal to the future emperor of the Falun - Moreover, in addition to the mage, there was a dragon and its knights who also bowed down to him, and such a scene that could only appear in the bard's poetry would not necessarily appear even in the lord's most satisfying dreams.

He was already convinced that he could be an undisputed victor, just like the lord of Monton who had died in the fire.

When Arthur and Maren passed through the courtyard, they also saw the dragon, it was a black dragon, its size was indeed amazing, it just folded its wings and crawled there, it already occupied half of the courtyard, the knights had to retreat to the edge of the courtyard to train, but they were still watching the dragon in amazement, and some of the young knights' eyes were even brighter- Originally, the lord here had only ten knights, and he chose ten from the mercenaries to expand the legion to twenty people, but since the dragon came here, there were no less than hundreds of young men with armor and horses to come here and beg the lord to accept them, even if they could not become knights for the time being, it didn't matter if they didn't have a fief, just because they heard that there was a dragon here, and although it already had an owner, who knew if the dragon would change its mind?

They may not be evil, but human eyes are always blinded by profit and glory, and they cannot see the traps under their feet. Arthur was willing to see the joke, when the dragon was cheap enough to become a mount, it could no longer be called a dragon, or rather, it was not real, the dragon that had ruled mankind for tens of thousands of years, they were just beasts with the body of a dragon, and on the first day he saw the chain around the neck of the black dragon, the chain made of gold, inlaid with precious stones, which seemed luxurious, but in fact it was twelve rune seals intertwined, without them, with the inferior intelligence of the black dragon, I am afraid that even its knights would not understand the orders。 Therefore, it may not be able to understand what those people are saying about hospitality--the cattle and horses they gave it will eat it, but it would be a mistake to think that it has a good impression of the person who offered the food, and if it were not controlled by the knight who held the magic chain, the black dragon would have eaten them as soon as possible - the dragon did not look like it was easily satisfied.

This realization made Maren, who had been a little excited before, also rejoice, after all, he was a young lord before he was chosen, and he had fantasized about becoming a knight and fighting dragons, but the manicity of these young men had been evaporated like dew in the morning light since they had been plundered to Grenada—a mockery of fate, and now that he had become a grey robe, and transformed into a lich in the future, he had obtained a dragon egg— The dragon egg was given to him in a small box as a reward, and when he touched the eggshell, he could feel a slight vibration, as if the dragon inside would hatch at any moment, flapping its wings, and its open eyes contained the first creature it had seen in this world. But looking at the dragon in the courtyard, Maren's heart suddenly hardened as if it was soaked in ice water, and he did not hesitate to give the dragon egg to Arthur, exchanging it with him for some of the spellcasting materials he would need for his future transformation.

"It's not the kind of dragon you'd expect," Arthur said with a smile, "but it's still useful, won't you try it?"

"What?"

"The Emperor," Arthur said with some malice, "how much dragon resentment has accumulated in his body, and the guy who made him must have given him the dragon egg as an egg." ”

"Don't. If he singled out other people as examples, Mullen might still be a little hesitant - don't you see that humans are always envious and jealous of elves, dragonborns, or gods and abyssal creatures, etc., these long-lived beings? Mullen is not naïve enough to think that there is no price to pay for getting this, but if the price is to become a puppet with chaotic thoughts, he still chooses to become a lich, even if it requires greater danger, but at the very least, he can control his own destiny instead of being at the mercy of others.

Arthur took the two enchanted dragon eggs in his arms like eggs, and returned to his room, where at the lich's call, a half-rotten, feathered brown forest owl crawled out of the dirt rotting leaves, it shook its body, swept away the sand, and shimmered between its bones with the blue shimmer of necromancy, which filled its lost feathers, muscles, and bones, and it immediately flew up and landed silently on Arthur's windowsill.

"Bring this to my mentor. Arthur placed the two dragon eggs on the windowsill, and even if they were shrunk, they were about three inches in diameter. And this brown forest owl was only a foot and six inches with a head and tail, and somehow, Arthur could see the contempt in the jumping red point of light, "Okay. He muttered, and threw another spell at the Brown Wood Owl, and it suddenly changed terribly—as if an invisible hand was pulling at it, the dead bird was pulled into a deformed shape, you could call it a large bird, or a young dragon, and the feathers on its back were even covered with scales.

The brown forest owl screamed silently, grabbed the dragon egg, and flew away.

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The dead brown forest owl flew tirelessly for a day and night, and its speed was far faster than that of its living kind, and the unfortunate sight of its watchman could only see a black shadow, and as it approached the Seventy-Seven Islands, it began to fly into the clouds, and then looked down from the clouds, but when it saw the tallest tower, the bird folded its wings and swooped down, and then just as it was about to hit the tower wall, a pair of pale hands caught it.

"Where are you from?" asked Edaira softly, touching the bird with his illusory fingers, reading the letters from his disciple to him in his head, and pulling two dragon eggs out of its belly.

He restored the dragon egg to its original size, the shell of the dragon egg was obviously thinner than the previous day, and through the eggshell, you could almost see the little dragon inside wriggling and waving its tail, maybe in the next moment, they would hatch. With a flick of his fingertips, Edair sent the Brown Wood Owl flying away, and then commanded the two dragon eggs to levitate, and in an instant, he was gone.

Ederna reappeared at the bottom of the tower, or rather, as his apprentices and disciples thought it was at the bottom, but after he recited the incantation, the ground gradually became transparent, and then vanished, and he stood at the edge of the formation, below which was the roaring sea, and the giant bone dragon that had slumbered in the water.