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McGee snapped off a large bug that tried to burrow into his nose, and the worm was shattered by him, and the dust on his wings poured into his nostrils, and the dwarf sneeze involuntarily, his shoulders drooped, and the elf fell unprepared, and the dwarf scrambled to get him up, but he felt a hand of creepy fluff, no, it was not fluff, but thousands of bugs, and his little heart beat violently, waving his hands desperately and slapping those bugs. But no matter how hard he tried, the bugs still covered the body of one of his only companions now, and even crawled into his collar and cuffs, and the dwarf paused and took out a burst crossbow arrow from the bag, which was shorter and wider than the average crossbow arrow, because the hollowed out part was to be stuck into a small medicine bottle, and he took out the small medicine bottle, uncorked it, and sprinkled all the contents on himself and the elf, and then struck his ring and bracelet violently, and the sparks produced by the metal exchange ignited the dangerous fuel at once, and the flames rose up, although the dwarf could not see itBut he could smell the smell of the burning brimstone, the warmth and pain of the flames, and the sound of the insects fleeing.

Perhaps a little burnt smell, the fat bugs of the Dragonfire Islands were also a delicious and nutritious dish for slaves, and before their minds were completely destroyed by the secret medicine, they would lure the bugs with feces and blood, and then put them on the fire and roast them, and the smell was still very good, and when he was very young, McGee had seen them eat worms and asked curiously, and the "brins" told him that some of the bugs tasted like chicken, crunchy, and he smelled that smell again.

He knew he shouldn't have come up with anything more that would attract bugs, but he couldn't help but eat some rattan powder, after all, he still had a burden-a burden, which he would never dare to think about before today, and he sincerely apologized when the elf fell to the ground- But as time passed, his body and senses became numb, and he even became a little bored with the current situation, he didn't know how long he had to climb, or if he really couldn't see it anymore, and where those bugs came from, but he didn't dare to give up the elves, he would never be able to walk out of the Far North Sea alone, if he and Cremar and the others joined up again, they might be able to see that they were lying, and the gnomes didn't think they would be willing to take a bastard bastard who had abandoned their friends。

And compared to Perrante, Kerry can be said to be very gentle with the gnomes, although he can't trust McGee as much as he trusts the others, but McGee does receive a lot of care from him, and he has never skimped on food and medicine, and those elf potions are really good.

During another break, McGee put his finger on his belt, where there were two dimensional bags, one for him and one for the elves, and because he was not sure how long it would be before he could see the other people again, the elves, who were often unconscious, gave his dimensional bags to the gnomes and told him how to open them- McGee opened the third burst bolt and drew a circle around him and the elf with the potion inside, and after setting them on fire, he could hear a crackling sound and smell a strange smell, how many burst bolts did he have, not much, the thieves had taken some of it before, and the medicine in a small vial could have been used at least twice if it was only used to protect the gnomes, but now there was an elf, even if he had no feet, he was too big.

McGee lowered his head and hid his face between his arms, although he didn't think that anyone else could see his expression, but he still didn't want to let his expressions be exposed—especially when they were like mirrors shining into his heart, and he even kept repeating lies in his heart, maybe not a complete lie, the elven breath was getting weaker and weaker, and the bugs were always on the right and left, fierce and rampant—no one would know if he was forced to give up a living elf or a dead elf.

If it would be nice to be a dwarf standing here, McGee said to himself, if it was that tile or something, or that collapse here, then Kerry might have been able to live, they were strong, their skin was as hard as rock, and the bugs must have been helpless against them, and they also had the tenacity and loyalty to bring Kerryben out of this dangerous place, these are the two that McGee envied the most, and he dared to declare to his people that he wanted to be a dwarf for this reason, but in Iron Bone City, he had seen how much distance there was between him and the dwarves, and now, he almost wanted to go back in time and laugh at himself。

McGee began to cry, he felt the heat of the flames dissipating, he carried the elf on his back again, and struggled through the swarm of insects, his speed became slower, he knew, while the ranger on his body was still breathing in pain, unwilling to go into the mourning wasteland, why not, McGee silently said to the elf, your death is inevitable, but your death can give me a glimmer of life, why are you not willing to give up those things that you can't hold onto?

The dwarf's body ached, his neck tickled, he patted it with his hand, the water stains had some hard burrs in them, probably a small worm that had unfortunately been soaked in his sweat, he thought, but those water stains were not as clean as sweat, but a little sticky, he put his short fingers to his nose and smelled a stench of blood. McGee stopped, he thought at first that he had accidentally been injured at some point, but no, he gasped, another drop of fishy liquid dripped on his neck, McGee suddenly realized that he was not hurt, but the elf probably was, he put Carey Ben down and expertly stroked his face and other exposed skin, but as soon as he touched the elf's lips he stiffened, and blood was spilling out of the elf's mouth, which was not unexpected, but what made McGee dizzy was that he also touched the fur that had made him quite familiar。

It was a bug, and there were bugs crawling out of the elf's mouth.

McGee jerked his hand back, and he almost crawled to the other side, the hard and irregular edges of the wall hurt him terribly, but he didn't care about it, he couldn't see it, but he could imagine that maybe the elf's body was full of bugs, and the bugs multiplied in his body, eating his entrails, emptying his brain, and the person who had been talking to McGee was nothing more than a puppet controlled by bugs, and they let the gnomes carry their nests on their backs, like hermit crabs on the seashore carrying anemones, only they were much more terrifying than anemones, and what would happen to McGee if they got to where they felt fitWill it be eaten up immediately, like Kerryben, or dragged away as an incubator for the larvae?

He seemed to hear the elves calling to him, but McGee couldn't think as he normally would, and he ran away desperately, away from the bugs and the elves, and he stumbled for a long time, until his knees could no longer hold his weight and his head's command to run, causing him to fall to the ground in embarrassment, and the ice on the ground burned his face like a poisoned rock.

It would take a while for the dwarf to realize that he could see again, and he was prostrate in a flock of ice shoots, and everything he saw was white or translucent, but the light and shape were enough for McGee to look greedily, and he loved to "see" so much that after he thought he had lost this ability - joy welled up from the depths of his heart, making him forget everything. But when a bright color appeared in his field of vision, those dirty and vile memories suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was an elf, with long pale blonde hair like the morning sun, eyes like lakes reflecting a flawless clear sky, and he wore a dark brown sealskin cloak, but like a king in his ferretskin robe.

As he walked towards McGee, the gnome backed away.

"Please ......," McGee said as if she couldn't find her tongue accurately, "please forgive me...... Me, I...... Kai, Kai, Carey...... Ben ...... "He wanted to say that he didn't have a heart, that he was just too scared, too tired, or that the venom of the worm had driven him crazy, but when the elf lowered his knees, knelt beside him, and put a hand on his shoulder, he found that he couldn't lie at all, and he said everything, though constantly interrupted by sobs and wails.

Kerry listened patiently, and when the dwarf finally noticed that the palm on his shoulder carried the warmth of the living, and his face was puzzled, "Haven't you noticed?" said the Elven Ranger, "It's an illusion." ”

The dwarf looked around, and raised his hands again, looking at the place where he had been bitten by the bug, his palm was not intact, he had crawled a long way under the confusion of the illusion, so there were scratches on it, but there was no small hole that the bug had bitten out - even with the elven snow honey and potions, then there should not be scratches on the palm of his hand when such a serious injury healed.

The elf stood aside, watching the dwarf's expression gradually change from trance, to clarity, from clarity to memory, and then from memory to the present, and then he finally showed a look of remorse, and it was clear that he remembered what he had done before, because his eyes were full of pleading and apology when he looked at the elf. Obviously, in the minds of most people outside of the elves, being left here is probably the best ending for McGee.

But Kerry wasn't an elf either, and he leaned down and patted the dwarf on the back, "You've done a good job," he said, "McGee, do you know what a dwarf does?" he said with a smile.

The gnome cast an inquiring look.

"They will give me some honey wine, their holy water," said Kerryben, "and then cut an axe in my head to end my suffering as soon as possible." Of course, he didn't say that the dwarves would only do this when they were sure that their companions were no longer alive.

"So," said the elf, "you have not committed any unforgivable mistake. McGee was already good for a dwarf, and he held out his hand to the dwarf, "Can you still go? ”

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"It's a really tricky scene. Said the former undead.

He stood in front of a large window, the glass as tall as a grown male and as wide as his outstretched arms in another dimension an expensive commodity that could only be seen in royal courts, castles, and mansions of powerful spellcasters, where they were as common as rocks, as far as the eye could see, and everywhere they reflected the sunlight and the glow of the light.

Speaking of lights, it is said that in the distant past, in the magical empire of suspended cities, the light of magic could compete with the light of the sun and the moon, but here, the artificial light can turn the night into day.

He also saw wide roads, tall buildings. These river-wide roads seem to have no beginning or end, they connect every tiny part of this huge city, the surface is as hard as rock, and the yellow and white stripes are depicted on it, made of black iron, some with railings painted with colored paint, some separated by dark green planting belts, where they intersect with devices with lights to direct the passage of vehicles and humans, and dark blue signs indicating where you are. Metal boxes, but much larger, mechanical vehicles drove above them, carrying tens of thousands of humans, densely packed like colonies of ants walking on leaf veins, one next to the other, paving the entire road.

"It's a traffic jam. "The Soul of the Other World says, of course, this statement is a bit incorrect, because it cannot be said to be the Otherworldly here, but the local natives.

The lich didn't bother to say anything, he could be said to look at the world with fascination, so many humans, so many unbelievers, he almost regretted that he wasn't a god, if he were a god...... How ecstatic that must have been.

The otherworldly soul also stopped paying attention to his cohabitant, who was busy searching for his memories.

Poor illusions, if it is not the souls of the other world but the lich who enter it, maybe they have not woken up so quickly, after all, the illusion itself has infinite memories that belong to this plane, they can fill in the memories of uninvited guests, and create false illusions that are so real that the recipient cannot question or even get rid of their control, but please note that its creator is only a powerful person in the same plane as the lich after all, and that venerable being has not yet reached the level of being able to peep and understand the other plane, especially the other plane is so strange that it cannot be explained by any kind of knowledge of this plane。

This is a plane with no magic, no gods, only science, and the difference between it and the plane where the lich is located is more than a few bottomless abysses, and the illusion can't make up for all the flaws anyway.

Look at the roaring plane outside, yes, it created the plane, but the plane it found from the shattered memories of the soul of the other world was something incomprehensible, so what the lich saw was a mixture of a dragon and a gnome airship, and it looked like an inferior plastic toy, only a little bigger, and it was still hiccups, and with each hiccup, a human in a cloak would jump out of its mouth. (No, we never get off a plane like that.) ）

There are also computers and televisions that the souls of the other world crave the most, they are merged into one, the problem is that the illusion can't figure out the key, so the lich sees a group of miniature goblins banging on the glass inside the screen and accusing the makers of restricting their freedom, demanding goblin rights or something.

"What are you looking for?" the lich asked. The person behind him was flipping all sorts of things.

"I'm looking for my name," said the Otherworldly Spirit, "but I forgot where my ID was?"

"Your name is 'Picking Girl's Little Mushrooms'?"

"Nope. ”

"Melancholy gray sandwich?" the lich picked up a cardboard box.

"Nope. ”

"Umegawa Kuko?"

"Nope. ”

"My eyes are full of tears, just because I love this potato chip so much—it's a long name, for your habits. The lich found another name of almost the same length: "The girl I used to like...... All of them were killed by Goku - who is Goku?"

"A monkey. ”

"Orcs here, too?"

"Nope. The otherworldly soul said in despair, and it looked into the mirror, and it was still a lump, yes, and though it could see its own hands, it was still a whole mosaic when it tried to see its whole body, whether it was from the mirror, or from the water, or from the lich's eyes—even if he regretted that he was not a shiny skeleton here.

It's not fair!(To be continued.) )