The black-haired dragonborn stepped into the Emerald Forest Island with the baby in his arms, the jīng spirits' maze had broken and he was unhindered, the sand by the sea was shattered and glassy in the heat of the thunder, and the trees were as motley as burning matchsticks after the fire** The ground toppled over the grey ground, and as he walked along barely recognizable paths and buildings, some flirtatious white ash turning into points of light in the morning light, which the lich knew was the only sight that the jīng spirit's body had been incinerated, but he did not alert his cohabitants. Of course, if the spirits of Eya were willing to take him back to the Emerald Forest Island, he wouldn't have to suffer so much torture before he became an adult, sad, there was, but it was more of an expected relief— At the beginning, Ingway led the Singh Jīng spirits out of the Emerald Forest Island, along the way it was not without emptiness, warm and rich woodland for them to live in, but Ingway still chose the silver crown jungle that was still entrenched by the orcs at that time, in the first few decades of the Singh jīng spirits, they lived very hard, not only to adapt to the terrible climate that is several times worse than the bitter cold of the Emerald Forest Island, but also to find ways to get food from the deserted dense forest, the Singh jīng spirits have a record of enjoying meat on the way to migrate, but let them really eat the flesh and blood of animals as the staple food is the silver crown forest, in winterEven the jīng spirits could not afford to replenish the animal's fat—not to mention, they had to constantly annihilate the orcs, monsters, and spellcasters and merchants who coveted the jīng spirits roaming the jungle.

Not only that, but after the spirits of Singh Jīng established themselves in the dense forest, Ingway also tried to reach out to all sides, and the White Tower and the Highland Norman were the result of his attempts.

Ingwe has failed, and the cost of failure is extremely high, but there is no doubt that the hearts of Singer's jīng spirits are indeed much stronger than those of Eya jīng's spirits— The Eya jīng spirits sealed the Emerald Forest Island and their own hearts, and their travels should have broadened their horizons, improved Jǐng, and absorbed the strengths of other tribes, but unfortunately, before Lucie, this kind of travel became a superficial article, and the Eya jīng spirits hardly had contact with people other than the jīng spirits even in their travels, and even if it was Singh jīng spirits, they could feel the arrogance of rejecting people thousands of miles away— Arrogant and naïve, when hurt, except for the older jīng spirits who had participated in the first battle of the gods, the first thing the young jīng spirits felt was fear and panic rather than anger, even if they had superb martial arts, superior talents, expensive magic paraphernalia and weapons, when their hearts were as fragile as the porcelain of the Serisians, all of the above was just more trophies for their enemies.

That's why, when he was young and ignorant, the lich longed for the spirits of Eya Jīng to take him away like he was packing up his mother's relics, but when he entered the Warlock's Tower and had access to the scrolls and records, he lost interest in the spirits of Eya jīng— The demise of the present rì was more like a book for the lich than a tragedy, and he had read the first few pages, and from the dull records he had easily guessed its end, and now he could not even feel a glimmer of joy in his heart.

The lich was not surprised at all when he saw Lucie, Angelis was a gentle and tolerant deity, but in any case, he could not accept a jīng spirit that had become a vessel of demons, and that demon was still the Glazter of the bottomless abyss, he loved each of his children, and it was because of this that he needed to ensure that his kingdom of God was pure, and his thunder took away all the humiliated bodies, but not Lucieu, she was abandoned, this realization made Lucieu feel extremely cold from the depths of her soul, and perhaps other negative emotions, her face was no longer so innocent and sweet, the moment she saw Cremar, and it is even more distorted to the point of being hideous as a demon.

But almost immediately, Lucieure realized that this was the real black-haired dragonborn, and she tried to regain her love for him, but at the same time a voice whispered softly that if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have fallen to this miserable state, and her master wouldn't have been slaughtered by demons. The lich is familiar with that look, and not every act of kindness is rewarded well - not only humans, but all living beings are greedy - can't you give me more?why don't you stick to it? Can't you come sooner?Are you using me to decorate your reputation?

"Grazt has left. The soul of the other world didn't care either, if it was a resident of another plane, maybe, but the cruelty here had sharpened its emotions to a rough and cold one, and he did his best, but he didn't feel guilty for not being able to live up to the expectations of others, "This is your son, and he will be my disciple," he said.

Lucieu stared at him, the blood of the black sè congealed in her broken throat, she was speechless, she was about to die, and Cremar knew where she would go, she was the prey of Grazt, in the mourning wasteland, she could no longer hear Angelis's cries, if possible, Grazt would send a succubus to meet her, if her mind could be matured and cold because of this calamity, maybe in a few decades, she would see her son in the abyss.

Lucieu left nothing for her son, except for a delicate identity and a path that must be full of thorns, which is quite in line with Cremar's mother, and the lich refuses to think about what the future holds for this child, but neither Grey Ridge, nor the ruined Grove Island, nor the Arrow Peak, the Beacon Fortress, or the White Tower, will not be a suitable place to stay, although Grazt is jokingly called the devil of demons, but his essence is still a mess after all The devil, not the devil who keeps the contract, no one knows what he will do, when, where, as he curses.

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Wolf was a lucky farmer, he was a Zì Yóu man, that is, as long as he cultivated a third of his own field for the master, and served sixty rì of labor, the rest of the time was all his own, which made him and his family very rich, and every day he had two thick bowls of bean porridge, a jar of precious salt, and occasionally brought back a little honey from the market to reserve, and once the family was sick or weakened, they could use this sweet medicine to restore their health。 And he has always been very dutiful, never lazy and slippery in his cultivation of the land, nor stole the wheat and beans of the old man, and was not tempted when the merchants brought many cheap and strong slaves, although some people laughed at him for being an old-fashioned man, but so what? Worf never thought that a person could be treated like an animal, even if it was a serf of the old man, of course, they did not have their own land, houses and Zì Yóu, but at least they had clothes to wear, bean soup to drink, and as long as they worked hard, the whip of the overseer would not easily fall on their backs— But let Wolf say that he was not accustomed to the way in which the good men and good neighbors treated the slaves, and that they were also human beings, peasants, merchants, or craftsmen, and of course he would not admit that in the middle of the night he had "lost" a few small bags of wheat bran.

Perhaps it was these small bags of wheat bran that allowed Worf and his family to be one of the lucky few lucky ones in the village who didn't have their throats cut, and the lord was said to be furious about it, but as many as two or three hundred, full of hatred and anger of the avengers, made him wisely suppress his anger to a very small extent, Worf, and a few survivors were questioned in detail, but they really had nothing to do with the slave rebellion, except for a few priests from Ilmot who had been here in the past, they didn't know anything about it, and finally, a mage apprentice seemed to have found some hypnotic dried herbs from their hearthThis discovery came to an end to the whole affair, and the knights and apprentices left in a hurry, and Worf and the others were no longer harsh, of course, the extra land became a new burden for them, but soon the lord took in some of the displaced people who had lost their masters, and the village was filled again.

In the dead of night, Wolf had also thought that the Ilmote priests might be the culprits who had fueled the slave revolt, and that they were different from the Ilmote priests that the peasants usually saw, they were armed and tall, and they treated the slaves and gave them food, and Wolf's neighbors laughed at them for taking pity on the animals, and they wouldn't have noticed what the Ilmote priests said to the slaves— Wolf felt a little sad when he thought of his neighbors, but when he thought of what they had done to the slaves, Wolf did not dare to admit that those were the good people with whom he had grown up, worked with him, complained that the taxes were too high, that the land was too much, and that the cowherd's cattle were too poorly raised, that they were like possessed by the devil. It must be so.

It didn't take long for the calm rìzi to have another strange thing happening, a black stone tower rose from the sea, and then as if there was an invisible hand carrying it, it moved all the way from the sea to the canyon not far away, and Wolf didn't know what he was crazy about— Perhaps it was because the lord felt that the loss was too great, so he increased the tax three times, and when a nobleman in a robe asked him about the situation here, not only did he not run away, but he replied with a fifteen-ten, perhaps his demeanor amused the nobleman, and he got three shiny silver coins with jīng beautiful patterns on them, which Wolf could not read, but when he went to the city to exchange copper coins with the merchant, the merchant did not deduct any deduction - of course he did not know, it was a silver coin from Grenada.

With the three silver coins in exchange for the bronze coins, Wolf not only paid the taxes and won the favor of the steward (he promised to let Wolf's youngest son serve as an apprentice to another cowherd), but also allowed Wolf's eldest son to pay the marriage tax, which was a black iron pot that could cover the bride's buttocks, and his eldest son brought the bride home, and she soon had a child, and Wolff came back from the field to see his little grandson, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed when he looked at the clenched little fist.

But recently, from the mouthward of the steward, Wolf heard another bad news, that is, his youngest son had injured the cowherd, who was also a calf of the lord, and the cowherd and the steward were very angry, and swore that if he did not compensate a calf, he would sell his little son into slavery, and Wolf would never let this happen, how terrible, and he even wanted to go around the canyon where the black tower was located, and see if there would be any nobleman who needed to know something— If he didn't know who these people were at first, now he knows that these people belong to an evil mage, and that tower is also his, and there are countless man-eating monsters in it.

"Lucky Wolf," cried his wife, "perhaps your luck has come to an end, and I have no son, and I cannot afford to lose another husband." ”

But Wolf wanted to try it anyway, and he sat outside the house all night, looking at the end of the twilight, where stood a black tower.

And on the day before the deadline given by the cowherd, Wolf had already decided to try again, but a stranger appeared outside his door, a strange nobleman, he was wearing a black robe, for some reason, the god was a little haggard, he stood there, listening to the cry of a baby coming from the house, which made Wolf suddenly wake up, he had heard many stories of evil spellcasters using babies to cook drugs and perform magic.

But before Worf could make a move, the nobleman politely spoke, "Excuse me," he said, in a voice that could not be described as graceful and pleasant, "is there a baby here?"

Wolf's body tensed, and he tried to scream for his eldest son to rush out with an axe, but his voice jerked in his throat for no other reason - the strange guest pulled a baby out of his arms.

"I think," the man continued politely, "I need some ...... if I can Something that can be given to the baby. ”

Wolf pursed his lips and looked up and down for a while, he had to admit that not only did this uninvited guest have a beautiful face, but even the baby was very cute, he did not cry and scream, but put his fist in his mouth, his eyes slightly closed, his curly black hair came out of the silk that wrapped him, and his skin was fairer than a piece of coagulated butter, "Yes...... For children...... "Yes, my son's wife just had a child, and she can give it to her...... Something that ......" he gestured, a little embarrassed, "come in." ”

The man walked into the simple and low house of the Wolf family, the hearth in the middle of the house was almost completely extinguished, after all, the farmer could not afford to burn wood all night, on one side of the house were the farmer's chickens and pigs, and on the other side were the farmer's son and his wife, the son, the farmer and his wife slept opposite the door, because it was the coldest place because it was opposite the door, but the mother and baby who had just given birth needed more warmth.

Wolf thought that the noble man would leave in disgust, but he did not, he only whispered a few words before handing over his child, which Wolf did not understand, and it seemed that he was talking to the baby, and when the wife of Wolff's son had washed his face and hands with the warm water they had prepared for making bean soup, and his breast, she took the child, and she could not help but cry out when the beautiful child touched her.

The soul of the other world immediately turned its head to see that the half-demon was born with teeth and a desire to devour flesh and blood, and he whispered a mantra so that the baby could eat nǎi water instead of blood smoothly, but the peasant woman was only taken aback, because the baby's lips were cold and the strength of biting her was very strong.

But then it occurred to her that maybe it was because the child's father had carried him for a long time outside, or because he was really hungry. She immediately calmed down and smiled embarrassedly at her frightened husband.

A mortal certainly couldn't satisfy the appetite of a half-demon, and at the slightest smell of blood, the black-haired Dragonborn picked up the baby and thanked them, leaving them with what they desperately needed most - a gold coin.

Wolf is indeed a lucky guy.