I still can't finish writing today, but I'm sorry for the replacement tomorrow morning.

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In a certain plane, there is a female writer who wrote this sentence - but any bachelor with good fortune must want to marry a wife and start a family, this is a universally recognized truth.

Then, in our plane, which is full of gods, demons and dragons, there is a similar proverb - every warrior with a shield and a sword must want to achieve great things, which is universally recognized.

Thankfully, in our plane, it's not difficult to get there, as long as you're willing— Heading north is the Wuthering Plains, occupied by the brutal and bloodthirsty orcs who feed on humans, and every year before the arrival of winter, you only need to stand on the double walls of Thunder Castle to see the spectacular scene of thousands of orcs crowding the dragon's belly pass, in addition to confronting those orcs who are three times as tall and twice as wide as you, the priests of the beast god Kawu they revere are also one of the spectacles worth admiring, you can never imagine what kind of new things these priests will come up with, some are the medicine powder that can turn the orcs into real beasts in an instant, and some are black mosquitoes summoned by them, and if they are stabbed, they will festerOr maybe you're concentrating on fighting and a curse suddenly falls on you, either turning you into a woman or a snorting boar - well, your broadsword is beautiful, but how long can you hold on? I mean, how long does it take to wear off the last bit of strength while you wield it non-stop? Don't tell me you'll have to hold out until I've finished this cup of hot tea, the orc invasion will never stop day and night, and of course, you will have a chance to breathe and recuperate, but only until your companions take your place, or you will have to lie down forever.

Enough to cook a pot of wild boar soup, okay...... Venerable warriors, welcome to the army of the Normans of the Highlands!

Southern, you say?

No, there are no dragons underneath the Dragonfire Islands, I don't know how this fog has been known to this day, it often shakes and erupts only because it is located in an earthquake zone and almost all of the main islands have such a restless active volcano - believe me, if you dive into the deep sea enough to observe the Dragonfire Islands, then you can only see cold rocks, dragons don't like water, especially cold water- Perhaps there were dragons who liked it a long time ago, long ago, when the gods were not so friendly to humans and humanoids, and it is said that there were good dragons in this plane, and their scales and armor were as shiny as metal, and some of them would build their nests in the blue sea, but they were all gone, dear friends, they were all gone, and we didn't know where they went, maybe that place was better than here, more suitable for dragons to live in, and even some of the dragons followed them, and all that was left was what we see now, the evil of evil, the flame of flames, the darkness of darkness, they nest in towering ridges and scorching tunnels, and beneath their feet are palaces built by humans of their blood.

Hah, it seems that you also know that the notoriety of Grenada is spread in even the most remote and remote backcountry, and they have the largest black market in the plane, where everything is sold and bought, and the bloody red-robed warlocks walk the streets - no need to identify, it is said that these warlocks are lined up, and you will inevitably get away with them if you cut off their heads one by one. And the royal family of Grenada and those with titles have the blood of evil dragons in their bodies, of course, as an upright person, you will not be rude to women and children, but if you are beaten into two by a loli who is not even your waist, you should not be too surprised, the blood of dragons always has this effect.

Well, what is Erha? It doesn't matter, but do you really want to slay a dragon? Slaying a dragon is certainly a good thing to be written into the psalms by the bards, and the evil dragon itself is a valuable treasure, look at the numbering of the materials that have no price...... Not to mention their vaults, like a woman's closet is always missing a piece of clothing, or a dragon is always missing a crown or a scepter, or a gold coin in their vault - the question is do you really want to go now? at a time when you can't even handle a lori with one-eighth of the dragon's blood?

Let's make it a little easier.

Three days west from Grenada's largest port, you'll see the Azores, a chaotic land where every tavern is infested with pirates, and if you turn their bounties into gold you can spread all over the island, and importantly, only a few of them are high-ranking thieves or spellcasters, or grey-robes or even lichs that even dragons don't want to provoke - aha, your eyes are sparkling when you say that, yes, almost every warrior wishes they could destroy a lich's lifebox. In the Warm Tavern, if a warrior claims to have beheaded a leader of thieves, he's rewarded and challenged, but if a warrior says he's smashed a lich's lifebox to pieces, he'll get an aura of glory in addition to reverence—well, he's still fighting people, after all.

The Seventy-Seven Islands are waiting for you, child, and your light will finally break through the fog that hangs over the Black Sea!!

Oh, don't mind, it does sound like a poster for the Temple of Rosada and Tyre to recruit paladins and white robes, but I changed a few words, like Rosada or Tyre to you, anyway, the broadsword fighting countless skeletons wasn't them after all, and it sounded like it was blood-pumping, didn't it, believe me didn't mean to blaspheme, though they were all some- beep, beep, beep......

Some people say that there is a lich standing on every reef in the Seventy-Seven Islands, which is an exaggeration— And the lichs are very homely and busy, so they don't stand on the reef and blow the sea breeze, although a few of them do like to suddenly open their robes so that people who don't know the inside can see the skeleton in it, so as to be shocked, but this is only the work of the little ones who have just become undead, and this matter has been banned in the Seventy-Seven Islands, because it seems too much like the obscene act of a human windbreaker, yes, the lich is evil, but evil does not mean vulgar, especially since your mentor definitely doesn't want to see the charges on your wanted scroll for molesting human children - I heard that the minimum level in the new lich's guidebook is a village of more than 500 people, and it has to be a settled population instead of a floating population?

Oh, sorry, I didn't know this would affect you...... Well, Warspirit, let's talk about other places......

Yes, we're only left in the East, are you going to Cerris, but I've heard that the Cerris, though mild, don't like outsiders very much—it's funny, they have their own gods, their own temples, their own thieves' guilds, their own mages, their own warriors, they respect their ancestors and their traditions, their minds are like iron walls, and they don't tolerate the slightest act against them, and even if you do good deeds, then the best result is to be politely sent out of their country.

Great, you don't want to go to Cerris, it's the right decision, but you're still prepared to go east...... Oh, (here he holds his hands) I see—it seems that you have decided from the beginning, which one you are targeting—you ...... know...... who。

- The guy who had been talking clapped his hands and shut his mouth, and the knight, whom he had been talking about all night, suddenly felt a quiet in his ears, and it was a wonderful feeling that was worth praying to his gods as a sign of gratitude—it was often said that the loss of knowledge was precious, and today he finally truly grasped the real meaning of it.

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When the knight with the broadsword left the tavern he had temporarily stayed to shelter from the rain, he was followed by a little mage.

It's not about his age or his appearance. He looked to be about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with no stern fine lines at the corners of his eyes or lips, and his eyes sparkling like a child's—the knight called him a young mage, for he suspected that the latter had not been away from his mentor for long, at least for a short time, and had not yet allowed the mage to gather enough gold to equip and dress himself— He didn't have a staff, he didn't have a robe adorned with magic gems, he didn't have rings and necklaces with rune seals hanging from his fingers and neck, he didn't even have a scroll belt or potion belt, only a dimensional bag hanging from his waist, his robe startled many people when he first entered the tavern, because it looked gray in the light, but they soon found out that it was just a washed and somewhat faded black robe, and this mage still had skin on his face and warm palms, and he didn't even mind performing tricks on a few villagers in exchange for ale and bread- No necromancer or lich would do that, that's true.

Among so many people, he saw the knight for the first time, and then he didn't mind a smile and a magic condensed crystal flower in exchange for a place next to the knight to a female halfling.

Next, you can say that it is a fateful encounter or a trick, anyway, they are together, thank you, it's not what you think.

"How much do you know about that one?" the knight walked ahead, the rain stopped, the sun cast through the gaps between the branches and leaves, forming shining spots on his leather armor, his horse was in second place, constantly dragging over the young branches by the roadside to eat, the snow-white ponytail flicked gracefully to drive away the mosquitoes and flies that gathered behind its buttocks, and the mage who walked behind it cast a spell with his fingers bent, and a breeze blew through them, blowing the insects away without a trace.

"Not too much. The mage shrugged: "A powerful mage, a lich, and a disciple." ”

"I thought you spellcasters should know better. ”

"His mage tower wasn't built on any continent. "He built his tower on a brand new island, which was raised to the surface of the sea more than a hundred years ago, do you know its name?" he muttered a word, which sounded very beautiful, like a song, but the knight did not understand its meaning at all, but the mage followed up and gave an explanation: "Elf, meaning the gift of the gods, I say, is a bit ironic. ”

But no one objected. ”

"Dragons and demons tremble at the sound of his name, and there are not many such spellcasters. The mage said, struggling to break free from the tug of a barbed rattan.

"Rumor has it that he worked for the devil. ”

"He's a lich," said the mage, "isn't it normal that the mentor is still a half-lich?"

"Maybe you're right. The knight replied, "But I have also heard that he was a lich of atonement." ”

"The Lich of Atonement?" said the mage.

"I don't know exactly what to do, but it seems to mean that if a lich saves a person's life without selfish thoughts, he will be given a chance - he can walk in the world again as a living person and atone for his previous sins......"

"That's going to be hard, I'm afraid. ”

"It's been long and treacherous. ”

"And in the end, if he can finish it...... Atonement?"

"Well, as a good person...... Die peacefully?"

Now it was the mage's turn to be a little dumbfounded: "God, what kind of reward is this?"

The knight grimaced: "I think so too. ”

The mage laughed, "You're certainly not a follower of Rosada or Tyre. ”

"Of course not, I only follow myself. The knight said.

"I don't know if this rumor is true or not, but he really isn't the worst compared to other lichs. "The path in the woods after a rainstorm was like a narrow swamp, and the mage walked one foot at a time, trying not to think about what the water seeped into his boots had ever soaked, yes, the mage sometimes had to swallow a live spider when casting spells, but that didn't mean he didn't like to be clean, did it?

The knight glanced at the mage's leather boots, which were of fine texture but had been worn for a long time.

"Of course, if he had been kind," said the knight, "he would have ceased to exist long ago—given that he was remembered by so many." ”

"Not people," the mage said breathlessly, "mostly gods. ”

"Is the latter better than the former?" retorted the knight.

The mage snorted subtly, "So where are you going to go, and are you going to challenge his windmill with your spear?"

This may be a meme, but the knight doesn't quite understand it, so he only answers the first half of the question: "I need the devil's finger." He paused and added, "A friend of mine needed it to save his life." ”

"There are no devil's fingers on the continent now," said the mage lamentedly, "but are you sure there is one on that island? He has a good relationship with the elves, and will not allow this fungus to circulate outside." ”

"I didn't want to ask for his permission. Unashamedly, the knight said, "It seems that he has left his island, and his disciples rarely appear in the forest." ”

"You want to steal. ”

"No," said the knight, "I will leave double the amount of gems." He smiled and said, "You see, I'm not a thief. ”