Quaint tables and chairs.

Flickering candles, yellowed paper, white quills.

The background is immersed in darkness.

Morka, who had a large beard, dipped a little ink, wrote a line, and then stopped, as if thinking about something.

Raising his head, he asked Adair, who was sitting across the table with his legs crossed, "I don't understand one thing, why didn't the elders of the Senate take action in the first place? they could have avoided killing and wounding so many descendants, and they didn't need to wait for months, and they didn't need to give Giant Snake City enough time to prepare. ”

"Have you seen the last volume of The Lich Paladin?" asked Adair rhetorically.

"That's what I wrote, thank you. Morka smiled and spread her hands.

Taking a deep breath, Adair said, "In the blueprint of the Holy Spirit, their righteousness does not include human beings. To him, human beings are actually weeds, which suddenly grow out of a corner. But the vitality of the weeds is too tenacious...... So, you know what happened next. There is a distorted justice, there is a justice that does not contain itself. Similarly, in Krimatha's blueprint, there is no inclusion of the Bloodline. And in the blueprint of the Blood Clan Elders, their blood descendants are not included. For them, the descendants of the Bloodline are also weeds. Why is there 360 elders, but the overall number of the blood clans, including the initial possession, does not exceed 20,000? Why do the vast majority of the elders not even have descendants? In fact, the answer is very simple, because the vast majority of the blood clan elders are actually remnants of the Kerimatha era. They are not at all born naturally through procreation like ordinary blood clans. They are created through the first embrace. Ironically, the bloodline that was born out of the initial embrace of their descendants was considered to be the most inferior bloodline. They themselves are human beings, but they look down on human beings. They themselves were born through the first embrace, but they discriminated against other bloodlines that were born through the first embrace. They even discriminate against their own descendants. The father and son in their mouth are not necessarily the same concept as the father and son in our mouth. ”

"Is that so?" Morka was stunned for a moment: "Isn't this really good news, you and I are actually abandoned and discriminated against?"

"It's not necessarily good news, Morca. If the protagonist's .asxs. isn't low enough, how can the story be exciting?"

"Well, that's true. That's why I like your storyline. And then?" Morka then asked, "What happened next?"

"Later......" Adel paused and replied softly, "Later, we witnessed a magical war that we will never forget. It was the first time we had seen the power of Krimasha, and it was also the first time we had seen what kind of fighting force a full-strength lich had. Actually, neither Jones nor I expected it at first. We underestimated the Senate, and the Senate underestimated the ...... of Serpent."

......

Bits of holy light fell from the sky, enveloping almost the entire battlefield.

All the undead creatures were burning, including the Blood Clan Elders, letting out a heart-rending roar. White smoke rises. At the same time, they are all fighting in this light.

Countless skeleton soldiers rushed in the direction of Jones with the holy light, they jumped, they naturally dismembered in the air, fell apart, and together with their armor, the waves of white bones rolled in Jones's direction, gathered into a wall of bones, and rapidly, layer by layer.

The blood-colored magic stretched out on the elders' bodies, some into swords, some into shields, some into wings, some into tentacles, and some into arthropods, as if they were part of their bodies, as fast as lightning.

Thanks to their toughness, they can walk through the sea of bones with impunity. Even silverware does only a limited amount of damage to them.

The hydra flicked its nine heads in exhaustion, holding up nine shields to fend off attacks from all sides.

Gale and magic are intertwined, sweeping repeatedly.

Jones stood on the back of the Hydra, shouting, roaring, and waving the sword in his hand. Mars are floating all around.

Dora held aloft the nine-petal snake banner and always stood by his side.

A Blood Elder under the cover of his companions penetrated the defenses of the outermost lichs, evaded the defenses and attacks of the Hydra, and rushed straight to less than five meters from Jones. The elongated black magic slashed like a sword, against Jones's cheek from top to bottom.

Jones flashed, and several silver hairs were cut off.

The backhand Jones threw out a divine restraint, and the Blood Clan Elder who had not yet broken free was directly slapped out by Hydra on the head.

In the blink of an eye, another Blood Clan Elder slew in front of Jones, this time with magical condensation, tentacles like long whips. Slashed straight past Jones's chest, breaking open the breastplate. Blood glistened in the night.

Erin, who arrived in a hurry, raised a hand, and a dark cyan bone flame instantly pierced the opponent's body.

The elder was still sprinting.

Dora got in front of Jones.

Every figure was constantly flickering, trying their best.

Jones's eyes were always on Barcelomu, and he was looking at him from a distance. A wisp of blood slowly slid down his forehead, seeped into his eyes, and ran down his cheeks like bloody tears.

......

"If it were me, I'm not sure I'd be able to survive more than a minute on Hydra's back. Despite the fact that the defense of necromancy is very strong, despite the countless lichs protecting him. But ......" Adair scratched his head and said helplessly, "It's terrible. I couldn't even see what was going on. Jones certainly didn't have time to think either. Although the missed attack was only a little bit, that little bit was deadly enough. He had to make judgments based on intuition alone. I think he had the same problem as his father. As a Commander, he's too weak. The development of the situation did not give him enough time to grow. ”

"Did you know that Gray wasn't dead then?" asked Morka.

"We didn't know, it was something we didn't know until much later. A generation of Lich Kings was supposed to return almost a year after the Battle of the Adesi, but as we all know, it wasn't. During that time, Jones had always believed that his adoptive father was dead. Although he never said it, I think he considered himself the last defender of his adoptive father's will. So he's desperate. He had countless ways to avoid that war, as long as he was willing to give in. The Senate could give up all the other descendants, but not him. But he chose to refuse. Because he has something more important than life to hold onto. ”

"Did you like this paragraph?"

"I don't really understand what you mean. ”

"I'm asking you, did you like the battle of the Adesi that you experienced, even though you were just a spectator. ”

"Okay...... Crucially, it made the descendants of the Senate, like me, realize how small they are. The reason why we seem to be strong, and why we can get it, is only because of the inaction and acquiescence of more powerful people. In fact, we are insignificant in this world. The world is covered with a thick veil, and now, little by little, it is unmasking itself. I'm glad to have such a brother as Jones, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to speak in front of you, let alone comment on that history. I'm just a speck of dust, aren't I?"

Morka looked at Adair for a moment, then smiled and exclaimed, "Who isn't? Am I not? Every one of us is, except for a few. But we are all important. We are the fabric of this world, and at some point, we can give some help, albeit insignificant, to our weak heroes. Even when we can't do anything, we are spectators, witnesses. I always believe that when a true hero stands in the clouds, he is actually there to protect people as small as you and me. ”

"Yes, by the way, how are your books selling?" asked Adair.

"It's okay...... Well, it's not very good. I'm in a position on the leaderboard that you'll never find. But it doesn't matter. Pursing his lips and thinking about it, Morka said, "I love money, but that's not all I have. I also want to be a hero, and if I can't do it in reality, then I can do it in the book, and then hope that some readers who read my book like Gray will embark on the path of justice. And I can be responsible for singing their praises. Life should be meaningful, right? Somebody has to write a book like this. ”

Adair looked at Morka silently.

After a pause, Morka continued: "Of course, it would be better if you were willing to spend money on a few books to support me. ”

Adair laughed, "You're a greedy author, you want everything. ”

"Yes, I admit it. Morka smiled and replied, "I am a greedy, humble, small, but very important author. ”

......

The wind is blowing gently, the fire is burning, and the sparks are drifting in the wind.

Jones, already scarred, still standing on Hydra's back in his torn armor. The blood had stained his cheeks brown.

Dora was still behind him, holding the half-burned Nine-Petal Snake Flower Banner.

The lichs still hung in the sky, mutilated and mutilated, but they did not stop chanting incantations.

The resolute appearance of the brave in front of the evil dragon is like a melodious and ancient ballad. Whenever you think it's forgotten, but someone sings about it.

The outcome of a war is not entirely determined by the strength of the forces.

The banks of the Adesi River are already filled with broken bones and charred corpses, and the whole world is like purgatory.

The elders besieged Jones, exhausted and out of breath, some of them even overdrawn from their magic.

But the line of defense built by the undead is still there, albeit incomplete, but it is still there.

Skeleton soldiers, all of whom were already mutilated, were armed, trying in vain to climb the wall of bones to face the powerful Blood Elders whom they could not possibly challenge.

The onlookers were watching quietly.

Adair and Belle are in the big rear.

Prince Louis was restrained.

The wounded Silver Hammer has been moved to the edge.

Many of the Bloods were still in the airship, including Jones's father. There's even Jones' little cousin, Susan, too.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are full of confusion.

Elder Barsaromu hadn't done it himself, he was still staring at Jones. He whispered to Jones, "Surrender will save you from death." ”

"Surrender, Jones, you can't win, you did your best!" called Adair.

"Don't surrender! Reinforcements are coming!" Lucy the Lich descended from the sky.

Oh, and there's Ekleon. It was the two Lichs who were beaten back to the Soul Crate during Gray's attack.

"Where's the reinforcements?" exclaimed Erin.

"Aren't we? We've just come out of the crate!

"Just because you two dare to call yourself reinforcements, are you enough to stuff your teeth? What we need is the entire White Bone Holy Light Holy See!"

"No, thank you!"

Yes, there are no more reinforcements.

Jones looked at Elder Barsaromu wearily and exhaled slowly, "You will never be able to achieve victory. Because I am the only one you can kill. ”

"Isn't that enough?" asked Elder Basaromu.

"Did the Black Dragon kill my father, did they end the war?" Jones said with a smile, "We can die, but someone will follow our path and keep going." There will be people who will inherit the will of Snake City, and there will be people who will inherit the will of Gray Grugru. Challenging you for a long time, you will never be able to end the war. ”

Elder Basaromu was silent.

The hydra slowly wriggled, moving forward little by little.

Jones raised his sword aloft and shouted, "I command you, after my death, to continue this war!

"Obey ——!" In the distance, the non-undead legion raised its weapons aloft.

"Little Bat ......"

"Listen to me. Ma'am, defense won't save me, since they want my life, give it to them. We have what they can't take away. ”

Hydra put away all of its shields and activated the offensive magic that had been blessed on the heavy armor. The armor that covered his body slowly turned from silvery-white to dark red.

"Understood. ”

"Okay, I have an infinite lifespan to play with them until the end of the world. ”

"It's time for them to see the lethality of the forbidden arts!" Barbuti tore open her robes, revealing her thin bones.

Adair stared blankly.

The bones scattered on the ground slowly joined together again, and this time, they formed huge, aggressive tentacles, like drills erected. It mirrors the nine heads of the hydra.

Suspended in the air, almost all of the translucent magic shields were disarmed. In turn, it is the offensive blessing of great power and wind. Huge, rune-strewn magic arrays lit up in the air.

In the little bit of holy light, the scarred Jones slowly smiled: "Let's guess how many elders you will die today, how many elders will stay here for us to bury, a hundred, or two hundred?"