Although halflings are only about half the height of humans, their body proportions are the same as those of normal humans. For this reason, the halfling statue looks just like a human statue.

Four female halflings surround the base of the Fusion Furnace, and they are the four supreme gods of the universe in halfling mythology - the god of strong interaction, the god of weak interaction, the god of gravity, and the god of electromagnetism. Because the shooting of the fusion furnace is the reason why some of the halflings left behind the technology of the creations, they are here. Holding hands, these statues symbolize the perfect unity of the four fundamental forces of the universe, which make up thousands of worlds.

The four fundamental forces correspond to the four supreme gods, so if the four basic forces can be unified, does it mean that there is indeed a metaphysical one true god? But can such a being communicate with ordinary things? Can a philosophical concept of a basic concept be conscious?

The Carry Forward Troll is now hidden in the vast dark space between the planet Mistara and the Sun, where the Witch King is waiting for an important guest.

A strange figure appeared in the core power room of the magic giant, saying that he was strange because he did not have a trace of flesh and blood on his body. Bai Sensen's skeleton was exposed, and the position of the eye socket emitted a red light like a pinprick. The skull is inlaid with a number of unknown gems, and if you look closely, you can see the souls of the dead trapped in the gems.

The lich didn't look like a regular lich either, with metal hinges and gears between his joints, and an additional skeleton supported by adamantite gold and mythril attached to the outside of the bones, making a clickal-rattling sound. He had a metal patch on his hip and an Atas-style metal pointed helmet on his head, though the spear-like spire had been replaced by a small chimney from which smoke occasionally came out. Barely descriptive, he looks like a steampunk-style lich.

This is the Witch King Dragos, the apprentice of the primordial warlock's best at necromancy. In the fifteen-century battle of purification, he has faced the most gods by himself. When the alien false gods were defeated and fell one by one, it was Dragos who dissected the corpses of the gods and developed a terrifying demigod mummy. When Ebupolis led a rebellion against the Primordial Warlocks, it was Dragos who was unwilling to stay under the army for a long time, and tried to make himself a god with his profound knowledge of the deity and anatomy. For this reason, he was defeated and killed by Ebu of Polis and three other witch kings.

But Dragos studied the mysteries of life and death so deeply that even death itself was helpless to him. The Lichking escaped what seemed to be a predestined fate and transformed himself into a lich.

Although becoming a lich means giving up all the emotions and ** of most humans. But for Delagos, anger is not one of the emotions that is abandoned. Out of hatred for Ebb's polis, he was willing to join anyone who was willing to be an enemy of the dragon king.

"You look like a cheap golem and skeleton mixed together, old friend. The Witch King Malik told the visitor that the core power room was empty at this time, and that it was a good place to talk. "Is it necessary to modify yourself like this?"

"The internal combustion engine is powerful, stable and reliable. This is especially useful when encountering the Dead Magic Zone. The Witch King Dragos slapped his helmet with the clanging sound of metal clashing. "Also, don't call me an old friend. I'm not your friend. ”

"Still angry that I didn't help you deal with Polis?" Malik patted his stomach, his expression as if he had been wronged. "You know that even with me, the two of us are no match for Polis. When the time comes, old Malik will just turn into another corpse. And I don't have what it takes to resurrect you. ”

"You don't have the ability to be resurrected, but you have a lot of ability to save your life, and I am far inferior. Dragos pointed a white bone finger at Malik. "You old thing is the best at protecting yourself, hiding a knife in your smile, how many people have been sold by you before they realize that they have been deceived. Don't think I'm at your mercy. ”

"Who dares to manipulate the great Dragos, the conqueror of death?!" Malik said exaggeratedly, looking around as if looking for some challenger who was not capable of doing anything. "Let him come first and compare with Malik in Ankara!"

"Come on! stop acting! I don't blame you. Draegos held up a hand, and Malik understood. A fat fleshy palm and a bony hand with metal gears high-five in mid-air. "I came as soon as I heard the news, where is the body?"

"Right here. Malik snapped his fingers, and an entire floor of the core power room flipped open, revealing the massive dragon corpse below. Chassa, the once terrifying divine dragon, is now just a headless corpse, lying here quietly.

"A dragon god?" Dragos immediately said in a tone of great interest, his body crunching with excitement. "I'm not an expert in reptile biology, but I think a dragon should have a head. ”

"I had it, but I couldn't pick it up. Malik explained with some embarrassment. "Even this corpse was almost lost. Luckily, when the ship took off, it hung on the image outside. ”

"Forget it, it's okay. Dragons are stupid anyway, and it doesn't make much sense for me to have a stupid reptilian brain. Delagos shrugged indifferently. "Sue me, who is this unlucky guy you killed?"

"Chassa, who thinks he is a character, is actually just a male prostitute and concubine of the five-colored dragon god. Malik stroked his fat chin. "If he hadn't attacked blindly and waited until the Gisyankees' fleet arrived, I wouldn't have been able to handle it. ”

"Although Tiamat claims to be the common god of the five-colored dragon clan, everyone knows that the red dragon is the most favored by her. The Black, Blue, Green, and White Dragons all have a lower status among the evil dragons than the Red Dragons. This Chasa may not be as simple as you say, aren't you afraid of Tiamat's revenge?" said Dragos with great interest.

"I am not afraid of God. The Witch King Malik pouted. "God is afraid of me. ”

"It's actually a good thing to know how to be afraid, because it tells you where your limits are. Draegos said as he moved his bones, a creaking sound on his body. "I didn't understand this until I died once. ”

"Oh?" said Malik, with a playful smile. "Where did that academic madman go?"

"I'm still here, but I'm more cautious now. Dragos said. "Then again, this corpse is really good, I can make a new god body mummy out of it. The extra part is just used for research. ”

"What strange stuff are you working on again?" Malik said with interest. "Haven't given up the idea of becoming a god yet?"

"How did you allow you to secretly build this giant magic ship and not allow me to do something amazing?" said Dragos, looking slightly displeased. "But this time it's not a god, it's too unchallenging. I have come up with a new research topic that will shake the entire multiverse with a big shake!"

"You just said that a person should know where his limits are. ”

"Yes, I knew it would be a success. Dragos said. "It's not out of my power yet. ”

"It sounds like a dangerous study. Malik said. "If Tiamat had come to avenge her prostitute, and now you defiled its corpse, she would have fought with you. ”

"Then I'm going to harvest a five-headed corpse. Draegos said disapprovingly. "I'm really curious, how does Tiamat, the five-colored dragon god, have a digestive system? You see, she has five heads......"

"It seems that you don't care about provoking a god. Malik said lightly. "You warned me of this. ”

"Provoke a particular god and provoke a group of gods are two different concepts. Draegos disagrees with the Witch King Malik. "But I guess you won't care...... How could someone who didn't have the slightest sense of adventure become a disciple of the Primordial Warlock back then?"

"That's a good point. Malik clapped his hands. "I still remember when I was his apprentice...... At the time, I didn't think what would happen to me, I thought I just needed to be able to do magic. ”

Dragos shrugged, a metal crunch at his joints. "The two of us have been getting started for about the same time...... But my background is much worse than yours, and I studied magic just to survive in the first place...... It is difficult for people today to imagine that time when mankind had not yet achieved the status of the dominant race. ”

"Polis was the first to start, and I've heard that he was looking for the primordial warlock for revenge. At first, the old thing didn't want to take in apprentices, but Polis can sometimes become quite persevering. Malik also said.

"It's true that Polis is very persistent and brave. "Although hostile to each other, Delegos did not deny the qualities of Polis. "But then again, a coward can't be a mage. There were many weak-willed people who tried to learn magic, but they all failed, either giving up halfway or being consumed by magic. ”

"Didn't the old man say that there are a hundred reasons to retreat from cowardice, and there is only one reason to be brave, but the mage must be brave. Malik twitched his fingers. "Unfortunately, some people would rather make up a hundred reasons for themselves to justify their withdrawal than use one reason to prove that they are warriors. ”

"Speaking of the primordial magician. Draegos nodded, then asked. "How much of the rumor is true?

Malik hesitated inwardly, and finally replied to Dragos. "He's the Primordial Warlock, I'm sure. I don't know how he found a way to resurrect a human body. ”

"Of course the old thing has a way, and he always has a way. Dragos was not suspicious. "I heard you're working with him. He didn't mean to blame us, did he?"

He didn't even want to mention what happened back then. I advise you not to mention the best. Witch King Malik shrugged and said. "Who knows if he'll be angry about it. ”

"So much for the best. Dragos agreed. "Polis seems to be scared of the old thing, and he doesn't dare to challenge again. Instead, he went to accept the city-states and armies left behind by Anandro Penis and Tektu Cotitlai. I heard that after he took over the cities of the two Witch Kings, he disappeared with the Shadow King Nibennai. ”

"You don't seem to have much hatred when you talk about Nibennay. Malik was keenly noticed. "Why, have you forgiven him?" the Shadow King Niben Nai was one of the witch kings who besieged Dragos back then.

"No, but I'll keep my hatred until the time of the fight. Dragos replied.

"As far as I know, he and Nibennay went to Bato Nine Prisons. Malik said with some apprehension. "Who knows what helpers they'll find there?"

"Tiamat, the five-colored dragon god, happens to live in Bato, and perhaps fate will favor me and let her join Polis's ranks. Draegos said expectantly. "Then I can harvest her corpse while I have my revenge. ”

"I hope so. Malik agreed. "But for now, our goal is to conquer the planet Mistara. ”

"Do you need my help for this?"

"It's the old thing that needs your help. Malik corrected. "That world also has its own gods, and you won't be short of real materials. ”

"Maybe. Dragos said. "But I can still refuse, the astral boundary is very big, and there are a lot of real materials there. Why do you think I'm going to help?"

"I'm just sure. Friends. What you think, I can guess as well. ”

"No one has ever spoken to me like that!" Dragos raised his tone, as if angry, or perhaps excited, but not by the skeletal face.

"Eighty percent because your mouth is sewn up by you. Malik muttered. "Look, can you find a helper to help you get your revenge, at least the old thing will definitely come to Polis. ”

"If I don't help him, he'll do it against Polis. So, why do you want to do more?"

"Because if you don't do it too much, he'll clean you up after polis. Who sent the demigod mummies in the first place?"

"That's a reason, okay, yes, count me in. When are we coming out?"

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The Witch King Malik kept his promise and answered his call to come to the planet of Mistara. Without his help, the Mages of the Mistara might have seen unusual movements in the herd. In that case, it would be difficult for Grand Druid Camilla's tactics to achieve such great results. Without the Witch King's spell, the rivers would not have separated.

At least, it won't be so easy to divide. Muhathir thought that he was not without back-ups, but now it seemed that they were useless.

Maybe the Witch King really didn't have two hearts, and the Psychic Warlock pondered the possibility.

When the Mistara army fell into disarray, the rest fell into place. The Attas elves lived up to Fatoumah's praise for their unrivaled cavalry, and their sandstorm attacks cut off the other party's attempts to escape along the divided river. On this day, the bodies of the locals who died were so numerous that by the time the drinking water flowed again, they had been dyed red.

They camped on this side of the river to celebrate this great victory. It coincided with the arrival of Eid al-Adha, which made the atmosphere of the celebration reach **.

The Atas sent out hunting squads to capture the creatures of this thriving world. Some animals may have never encountered predators and do not know how to hide when they see a hunter appear. Their blood will be drained, their flesh will be made into food, their sinews will be made into the strings of bows and arrows, and their bones will be used as trophies.

Some samurai were lucky enough to cut off the heads of their enemies in previous battles, and at this point they began to show off. Muhadi remembered what he had seen when he first came to the Scorpion tribe, where each of the great warriors had wooden stakes in their tents, covered with human heads. A samurai needs ten heads to stand out from his peers and gain respect and adoration.

No doubt in the eyes of the Mistaras, we are all savages, Muhadi thought, but the reverse is also true. The Athas despise death, which is dictated by the circumstances of their lives, and there is no need to change this themselves.

He walked through the crowd, and everyone he met shouted his name. Some people even lean slightly to show respect. Buraku people don't kneel, so that's their most respectful way.

They didn't even make a move on this day, but soon they would have a legend that Muhadi had killed countless enemies with his own hands on this day, the telemancer thought.

"Phew, I almost thought fate wouldn't favor us this day. Fatoumah, who was walking beside him, breathed a sigh of relief. "Do you see the way they look at you? Everyone is convinced that you are a man who can continue to create miracles. ”

"Everyone, except myself. Muhathir said. "We have only won this day, and a war can last a thousand days. The war of purification lasted for fifteen centuries. ”

"It's better to win this day than to lose it. You should try to make yourself happy...... If you still have the ability to be happy. Fatuma said. "Sometimes you seem too melancholy. ”

"Believe me, I didn't mean to. ”

"Of course I do......" said the elf girl. "See who we've met?" she gestured, and a woman in front of her, who was walking through the crowd with her head down, suddenly stopped, looking at Muhati and his companion uneasily.

Princess Deirdri, daughter of Abellachili, has never looked like this...... Ordinary. In the past, she always wore all kinds of luxurious and bright clothes, and her nails and head were carefully taken care of by the maid, making her look noble and beautiful. Now, she wears a plain black robe, her head is simply pulled up, and she is covered with a turban. Those eyes were once full of pride and prejudice, but now they are only cautious and fearful.

"Isn't this half of my brother's a**?" the elf girl asked in a loud voice. "What brought you to this humble barracks?"

Deirdre looked startled and stammered in reply. "I, I'm here to buy some pottery. She lowered her eyes, as if she didn't dare to look directly into the elf's eyes.

How did the former princess become like this? Muhathir was curious. He lifted a hand and placed it on Fatoumah's shoulder, "She's your de jure sister now, Fatoumah." Fahd told me that he married her, so you can try to be polite. ”

"You don't understand what she's done. Fatoumah pouted and said to Muhadi. "As a warrior of the Templar of Ram City, how many elven tribes have been destroyed by her, and how many elves have been slaughtered by her?"

Deirdri lowered her head, said nothing, and let Fatoumai count. Muhadi whispered, "Forgive her, since she is now married to Fahd and has taken refuge in the First Cause." ”

"Hmph, okay. But it's not because of the first cause, it's because of you. The elf girl said.

"When I saw you not long ago, you weren't like that. Mohathir said. "Why is Fahd abusing you?"

"No, no, no, he didn't. Deirdre finally lifted her head, though she still didn't dare to look the psychic warlock in the eye. "Fahd is the best thing that has ever happened to me in a while. You may think it's ridiculous, I used to hate the inhuman race so much, but I really love him now. ”

"And what the hell is going on with you?" asked the Psychic Warlock. "You weren't like that before, you were very proud, at least I remember. Is it because of Abellachili's death? But I don't think your mother-daughter relationship is very good. ”

"Arrogance is man's original sin, and hope interferes with man's judgment. That is my lesson, Your Honourable Lord Muhadi. She said bitterly. "I paid for it...... Now, I just want to be an ordinary person. ”

"You are the daughter of the Witch King, a powerful Templar and blasphemer mage, how can you be an ordinary person?" the Psychic Warlock pointed out. "No matter what you've been through, you don't need to deny yourself to this journey. Why not make yourself a little better with some spells? I guess Fahd wouldn't mind. ”

"Of course he wouldn't mind. Deirdri said calmly, but the pain in her voice was felt even by Fatoumah. "But my mana is gone, and I can't do magic anymore. Whether it's a blasphemer spell or a guardian spell. ”

"How is this possible. The Psychic Warlock frowned slightly in disbelief. "Is this caused by some kind of curse? Or is it some kind of acquired psychological defect? ”

"The Witch King Malik has stripped me of my magical abilities. I don't know how he did it...... Anyway, I can't cast any more spells. The former princess said. "I can still fight, but ...... I'm going to have to buy pottery, and the water here has to be boiled to drink. ”

"He still has that ability?...... Wait a minute. Muhadi stopped her, "Don't you want your spellcasting ability back?"

"I've given up that luxury. She shuddered, was this some kind of disguise? Muhati thought, it didn't seem like it. "Leave me alone, Lord Muhadi. ”

"Your brothers, Lord Corwin and Master Benedict, remain in the city of Ulric in Attas. From what I've heard, they're doing pretty well, and they're back in business. Mohathir said. "Maybe you might want to consider meeting them. ”

"Thanks, but no. Deirdre said, bowing her head. "Not now, not now...... You don't know my brothers, they only take advantage and don't understand family affection. ”

The Psychic Warlock watched the former Ram princess leave. "I never thought that the Witch King's daughter would be like this. Fatoumah commented.

"She wasn't always like that. Muhathir said. "I wondered what she had been through. ”

"She's already married to half of my brother. Fatoumah reminded.

Muhadi shrugged his shoulders and moved on, the Witch King waiting for him in the tent in front of him.

Far away, the Psychic Warlock could detect the Witch King's mental fluctuations. But it wasn't until he lifted the curtain of the tent that he realized there was a second guest waiting for him.

The Witch King, Malik, dressed in loose robes, was munching on the roast meat offered by his retinue. Beside him stood a skeleton with metal patches, many gears and hinges all over its body, and an unknown metal device attached to its torso. This is undoubtedly a lich, but no lich has the same distinctive appearance as his.

The eccentric lich symbolically picked up a bit of food and put it to his mouth, indicating that he was a guest of Muhadi. "Wizard King Draegos, come to work. He said in the characteristic tone of a dead thing, the clanging of metal accompanying his words.

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