The dragon Io sat down behind the Emperor's desk. The Emperor's room was of course the tallest and most spacious on the Arrow Peak, just like Grenada, the palace that was once the residence of the silver dragon was enough to make a dragon walk with its head held high and the prototype walked, and their room was even larger to allow the dragon to spread its wings at will, and even the desk was as big as a long table for mortals to dine, and the dragon Io touched this piece of furniture carved with many dragons with affection, and the reason why it has survived to this day, not like the beds and cabinets in the palace was stolen and plundered by humans, is entirely because it is carved from a single piece of snowflake stoneIt was as heavy as a part of the Arrow Peak, and even though its beauty and delicacy made many people salivate, all they could do was strip away the gems and gold that were set in the statues.

When Emperor Falun returned to the Arrow Peak, and Cremar and the unknown forces behind him gave the so-called ruler his name and support, the cold desk was rebuilt to its original state, but the dragon Io saw the clumsiness at a glance, especially compared to the original subtlety of the method- For example, the gold wrapped in the four legs of the original desk was melted into the shape of four races, giants, orcs, gnomes, and humans each occupied a corner of it, with different expressions and movements, the giants were angry, the orcs were greedy, the humans were terrified, and the gnomes grinned viciously on one side...... The new legs also tried their best to depict them, but the craftsmen were negligent or unaware that on the four sides of the desk, the dragons flying on the alabaster would look down at the same time, and the colored dragons would gloat, and the metal dragons were either worried or full of pity - the new golden feet and the dragons' expressions were mostly misplaced, perhaps because the dragons had been gone for too long, so humans had forgotten that dragons also had emotions and expressions.

With a single tap of the dragon, the gold on the legs of the table melted completely, and when they were re-melted, the dragon's expression matched perfectly with the statue they were looking at. He looked up for a moment, and then changed the décor and arrangement of the room even further, for the previous owner was essentially a human being, and the bed here was not filled with the golden sand and precious stones that the dragons loved, but with fur and silk satin—a fabric that was almost indistinguishable to the dragon-form owner from a human laying a mud swamp under him. What they don't know is that because of the dragon's incomparably tough skin and hard scale armor, the small ups and downs of gold coins and gems are simply negligible, and they lie on it, similar to humans lying on the sand dunes, soft and supportive, and as long as they open their eyes, they can see their favorite and shiny things.

Brilliant streams of water fell from the void onto the bed, and they quickly piled up, eventually forming a gently sloping hill, with many star-like gems and Mithril Adamantite vessels, armor and weapons, like shells and dead branches rising out of the shallows, on which the dragon Io lay unconcernedly— In the form of a young dragon, he breathed deeply into the cold air that even the heavy stone walls could not quench, and the tip of his tail rested on the side of the bed, and as it swung slightly, something gurgled from one end of the room to the other. The dragon Io opened his eyes and looked at it, and guessed its prototype from the slight heat it still retained - it was supposed to be the magic rune of Adamantite or Mithril that the Emperor of Falun had wore, and when the dragon Io destroyed the deformed artifact, the flames also ignited the amulet, and it was only because of the magic and its nature that it left the last bits of it.

Thinking of the emperor of Falun, the dragon Io is still a little incredible, yes, the other party only has a very shallow bloodline, so shallow that it is difficult to bear the title of dragonborn, his characteristics, strength and confidence are all piled up with the flesh and blood of the silver dragon embryo, and he himself knows nothing about it, or he deliberately does not know, his body is rotten and stinky, like a gold-plated villain, Io is not even willing to put his eyes on him for even a short time, but it is such a man-made, between life and death, he still has such a deep desire to survive, the dragons' flames are faster than ordinary flames, and it couldn't be easily extinguished, and it was so painful to be burned to death, but even so, he insisted on not wanting to die so silently—the dragon Io could almost see the gray-black trail he crawled towards the door—and when his hands and feet were burned, his face melted, and his features disappeared, he still crawled forward with the ends of his limbs that had not yet been completely burned...... Even when there was only one body left, it was still trying to arch.

"Humans. The dragon Io muttered in disgust, for the dragons were originally just a maggot-like race...... Perhaps the only thing that is commendable is their belief in surviving at all costs, so it seems that this emperor of Falun is more of a human part. The thought passed through his mind, but soon, the dragon Io laughed self-deprecatingly, the Emperor of Falun was a deformed man-made monster, what about him, a god who had gone into eternal sleep, was resumed into the world of the living, was he really the same dragon god Io? Everyone knew that this was impossible, the godhead he left behind, the divine power and his essence, should have been dancing in a new life, like a seed sprouting and growing in fresh soil, instead of passing silently in the gray and black embers, and it was no longer even possible for him to extract the godhead and divine power and give it to someone else— Because they have been infested and tainted, just as the once strict and impartial dragon gods have fallen, the dragon Ior finally knows what is going on in the bones of the dragons who have been transformed by necromancers and lichs, either willingly or forcefully...... The minds of the dead and the living are so different that they cannot understand each other or tolerate each other – a feeling that cannot be understood without being in it.

Of course, he didn't come here because of the emperor of Falun, this poor half-human didn't care so much, in fact, Jecob of the land of the dead also invited him to stay and become the new god of death, after all, the dragon Io is also known for his justice and wisdom, but the god of dragons is very aware of his changes, if he decides to stay, then he will definitely be swallowed up by malice and hatred more quickly, at that time, he himself doesn't know what he will do, so in the end he finally politely declined- He came to the plane of the main matter, and in the twilight gray-purple, he saw the stone pillar standing alone between heaven and earth, and remembered that at that time, the heir of a young silver dragon prayed to him, and with the help of his divine power, he lifted up a part of the earth as the pedestal of his palace, and he had landed here more than once, and drank and sang with his descendants in the empty and tall hall as an ancient brass dragon or a golden dragon— At that time, the heavy clouds surrounded the top of the Arrow Peak, making the dragons' temple look like the kingdom of the gods, and when they flew around the Arrow Peak, the clouds would gather rolling thunder and lightning, and no race could be so close to the gods except them, whether it was wisdom, strength, or ......

The dragon Io fell asleep, a smile still on his lips.

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The lich pressed his chest and rose from his chair, he should have been accustomed to the feeling of his heart beating in his body, but he still felt disgust at times, just as he had to face mirrors and water, or any smooth surface, like him, after a short period of study, from a warlock to a mage, and even further, to become a lich, there seemed to be only one person for more than a thousand years, and that was his mentor, the mad demigod lich Ederna, perhaps because they had a fairly consistent place— is that they hate and dislike their identity as the living, and they have not even passed the run-in stage that ordinary lichs must go through - for the attachment of the flesh, when the transformation is successful, they repeatedly use the cold negative energy and the quenched dragon fire to "cleanse" The body, the internal organs, muscles, and blood vessels were frozen and burned again and again and turned into flying ashes, leaving only white bones, of course, as they always claimed, a rather beautiful and white bone, which could be the first and second place respectively in terms of beauty among the lich of the Seventy-Seven Islands.

The only, and most important, thing that makes the lich barely satisfied with this body is probably the desire of the tongue, but this is also after having a second soul in this body, and the soul from another plane has the experience and attachment to food that even humans and gnomes can't match, "Can you eat it, can it be delicious, how to eat it." "The three rhythms have almost become their first perception of something new, not to mention that in the main material plane of abundance, even in the bottomless abyss, when they are half-mad by their mentor Edair, another soul can still create "good things" that make demons and demons frightened, angry, and salivated— The lich insisted on telling himself that the succubus' hooves were nothing to eat, even though they now had soy sauce from Seris, but it was not right to summon a succubus for a meal of braised sheep's trotters! No, it should be said, it was a shame for the casters! Even if the succubus's hooves looked three times larger than the average argali's, and they were extra fat and strong!

Let's eat sheep's feet at noon today, and the lich decides that if the cooks still can't figure out how to make the braised ones, then they will first stew it, add ginger and shallots, and when the other soul wakes up the next day, let him go to the kitchen and teach the cook how to use them...... Well, sauce, soy sauce and dew......

But he still hadn't forgotten to remind him of the bad feelings of the past, and he gestured for his ghost to inspect the entire Arrow Peak, so that to the lich, it felt less like an enemy, more like the effect of some massive being's emotional swings, so who could it be? His colleagues in the Seventy-Seven Islands had threatened him like this, but no kidding, the Seventy-Seven Islands were actually just a prison, and Ederna was too crazy at the beginning, the main material plane that had been in turmoil because of the dragon's departure and the war of the gods almost fell apart because of him, and the Seventy-Seven Islands, and the lichs he looted to the islands were a punishment for Ederna and a little respite for humanity- Ederna can be said to have nurtured and tamed them, and they certainly created a frightening and confusing cloud and shadow at the behest of Ederna this time, but this does not mean that Ederna will become their weapon to force Edelle's own disciples to back down - of course, Ederna who doesn't know where he is will not easily intervene in the battle between his disciples and his followers, to put it simply, between them, the only thing left is not to coax, just do it.

It's just that when they just returned to the main material plane, the soul of the other world was just a cowering, sentimental idiot, and the lich had to reorganize and learn— Given that most of his spells were unsuccessful, they were as weak as a dazed little piglet, and any undead who knew anything about their condition would only be ecstatic to grab them, study and analyze them carefully, and finally chew slowly or swallow them up to their own habits, which is why the Lich should quickly avoid his colleagues and collaborators. But now, the lich could no longer fear anyone but Ederna, as poor Arthur did, or worse, after a succession of undead succumbed to his power, the lich of the Seventy-Seven Islands wisely paid his respects and retreated.

Of course, the assets and humans that were pocketed by the lich will not be returned, but for Kema and the remaining people of Monton, this is already a great luck, and the things that follow, such as the elimination of thieves and lords who take the opportunity to embezzle property and plunder civilians, are not the business of Kremar and his party, the wise King Kremar extorted a lot of gold coins from the lords and lords of Coma and Monton, knights and precious spell casting materials, magic tools, part of which he dedicated to the emperor of Falun, part of which is of course the return and gift of Kremar and his army, spellcasters, and part, and part, he originally wanted to take it for himself, but thought about it, he still divided them into several parts, and added them to the twelve...... Among the gifts of the eleven Electors—it was a bribe, and he didn't have that much ambition to take one of the Electors in his place, but it was clear that the Electors might fall in love with each other, but they were already an invisible natural alliance, like Coma, even if they could merge with Monton, they might not be able to fight with one of them, so the only path they could choose was submission and flattery.