I can't finish writing today, but I'll change tomorrow morning. I'm sorry.

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The story) (49)

First of all, I would like to introduce myself, I mean, my name, the sigh of the dead.

Of course, this is not my original name, when I was first called, the milk fat of the Eternal Night Sea, although it was not very good, but for the Alatirites, it was probably the most beautiful word they knew, after all, in that place where even the cut rocks were full of ice crystals, milk fat was an important material for their survival- Well, this one will not be mentioned for now, in short, when the Alatilites fished me out of the seabed, I was the size of a fist, and they grinded me in a hard and rough place until they polished me to the size of a pigeon's egg, and they offered me to their gods, and I stayed in the mouth of a statue for many years, maybe a thousand years, and then ...... And then they all died.

I must not be surprised, ladies and gentlemen, because even I, a stone, know that their god is very weak, too weak to make a sound, and I want me to say that they should have abandoned him and believed in other gods, but you know, the Alatirites, in the lingua franca means cow tendon, crust, and so on, that is, it is not tasty, and stubborn, and in this plane, without the protection of a powerful god, it is difficult for a race to multiply and survive.

It was the priest of Talos who killed them and took me, well, you know, it was the irascible fellow, although his priest claimed that the god of storms ruled all the seas, but the sea of eternal night they would never dare to touch until the dragon left, nothing, because this was the favorite habitat of the white dragon and the silver dragon, but when they were gone, of course some people would start to covet this place- Although the Far North is only snow and ice, the dragons' lairs are sometimes comparable to a nation's inner vaults, and although they know that dragons will take their favorite treasures, even one percent is enough for the frustrated thugs to throw an insatiable party.

My legend probably came from the mouths of strange adventurers who appeared suddenly and frequently, and before the Alatirites had even learned how to guard against them, they peeked into all the secrets—from the weakened nameless gods, to their seemingly barren but rich tribes— The Alatirites had no concept of precious stones and precious metals, and their tribes still bartered with each other to meet their needs, and most of the beautiful stones were offered to their gods, and sometimes they were used as children's toys and decorations on the braids of young girls, as well as gold and silver rings that they fished up, which the dragons probably did not want to lose, and they pierced them, strung them with seal teeth, volcanic crystals, etc., and hung them around their necks, for them, these are some beautiful little ornaments, except for altars and statues, if you are willing to befriend them, they will take them directly and give them to you。

Some adventurers were grateful and silent, but others ......

I was taken from the idol by the priests of Talos, and there was a little argument about me, for some insisted on selling me, and some of them wanted to consecrate me to their god Talos—and in the end the former prevailed, and I was sold to a merchant, and after much travel, I came to the fortress of Cape.

I didn't know how it was, maybe because part of their faith that had nowhere else was gathered in me, and to be honest, I didn't like it very much, because ...... I mean, every time I changed masters, it was accompanied by blood and death—the first time the priest of Talos picked me up from the blood-stained hands of his colleagues, the second time the merchant was strangled alive by the thieves of Sharp Jaw Harbor, whose hands were bloodless but cold, the third time I was favored by a mage who made me into a curse and gave it to a woman he couldn't get, the fourth time the grave robbers fought each other for me, and in the end only one of the six survived, and the fifth time...... When an older and wise spellcaster got his hands on me, he was said to be amazed by the aura of negative energy that swirled around me, and after managing to learn about my past, I was named the Orb of Doom. I'd love to shout like one of my colleagues here, knock you, knock you, knock you! Why should I be involved in such an innocent stone as I am, when you humans did this?

For mortals, I am an ominous white amber, but for spellcasters, I am quite worth studying and using, the mage who gave me a knock on your name was killed by his disciple in the end, but I have to say that it has nothing to do with me, his disciple is just tired of his nagging, I was taken away by his disciple with the same valuable thing, but he didn't get any good, a long-awaited warlock threw him to his favor, I fell into the hands of that warlock, and I was thinking about how he should die- As a price, I was sent to Cape Fortress by his pet, but I promise that he will not end well, because the little devil has been muttering all the way, and maybe he sees me as a rock, without ears and mouth, so he has said what he should and should not say - the enslavement magic that the warlock has put on him is about to fail, and that's all. I've been at the fort for a while, and the new owner is a grey-robed man who seems to want to use me as a guide to sacrifice a sizable number of outcasts, but he, well, unsurprisingly, was approached by a group of elves that night, and he was poked into a porcupine, and I finally had a master to match me, a man, well, albeit a woman.

It is said that these elves left their homeland (an island) and headed north, and then went to a place called the Silvercrown Forest, only to receive a commission while passing through the fortress of Cape Blaze, which was supposed to be destroyed along with other things that were said to be too evil, but a Mr. Elf recognized me...... Well, that's the benefit of a long life, for him, and for me, he was supposed to return me, but he was wounded in the previous battle, so my temporary master turned northwest to find a mage who was said to be an Alatite, and he should know where to put me.

At the time, I thought it was a good ending, and it was nice to be able to sleep peacefully under the snow with those believers, and I missed them so much.

But as humans say, fate is really doge-raised, and it was the temporary master who arrived with me at the mage tower - the mages of the Alatirites are as few as fish in the desert, but when it comes to him, no one knows that he is very old, and has a long white beard, which is exactly the same as the old mage in people's impressions—if you don't look at the part below the neck, the part below the neck will remind you of a bull, The walrus or the white bear, anyway, the kind of ghost whose muscles swelled to the point of bursting skin, welcomed the elf warmly, and recognized me.

They decided to leave as soon as possible, yes, and I was a little worried, because along the way my temporary master had encountered shapeshifters, goblin tribes, corrupted forests, and wild winged lizards...... But she's still alive and well, and she's all in all her limbs, and all her features—and I wonder if the bad luck will come with you......

I really shouldn't have said that.

I don't have a mouth, but I'm a crow's mouth, for the night before they were ready to leave, my last master, known as the mad lich Edal, suddenly appeared.

His skeleton and corpse flooded the tower of Master Evan (the same mage Aratilit) like a tidal wave, and the fire of negative energy spread rapidly from below to the top of the tower, turning it into a terrifying and frenzied magical area, eliminating their way to escape with teleportation spells.

Master Yiwen was very glad that he was going to leave for a long time, so he decided to close the mage tower, his disciples had already left, there were only some apprentices here, and given that there were always dangerous places like elemental pools and summoning circles in the mage tower, he didn't allow the apprentices to stay here- It was a rare holiday, and the children had left happily the night before, and Venerable had not left immediately because he had to be locked up in many places (some of which he had to do with his own hands), so there were only him and my temporary master in the tower.

Well, here I want to say first, my temporary master, although I say that she is a man, but only refers to her character and strength, not her appearance, there is no one I have ever met who can compare with her, she is tall, blue-eyed, black-haired, and has long and powerful fingers - even if there is a raging fire of negative energy under her feet, a hurricane of violence around her, and a powerful lich in front of her, she does not show the slightest fear, she shoots an arrow when the spell is exhausted, she draws her sword when the quiver is empty, and after the blade breaks, she bends down...... Pulled up the stone bricks at the top of the Mage's Tower.

I don't know if every elf is like this, but she was so beautiful to hold a stone brick as long as her arm and as thick as her waist, and fight those skeletons and corpses to the last moment.

I don't have eyes, but I don't have to take it too seriously& I said.

In short, she is really charming and majestic, I am going to fall for it, and the same is true for Master Yiwen, but his eyes are always a little subtle when he sees his mage tower getting shorter and lower, and I heard that the mage tower is quite expensive...... Then, as described in each script, just as Master Ewen and my temporary master had finished dismantling the stargazing platform, the lookout, the scroll room, and the weapons room, and were about to face the summoning circle, the belated Mr. Hero finally arrived—just as the ladies had imagined, the king of the elves with long light golden hair, wearing a crown and Mithril armor, riding a white pegasus, holding a longbow, and tearing a blank path in the gray-black mist with a single arrow.

But wait, shouldn't the rescued lady immediately rush into the arms of the hero? Why did I become a ...... here? As soon as my temporary master saw the man raise his bow, he immediately reached out and picked up Master Yiwen by his knees and neck, jumped off the tower in one leap, and landed at the end of the path opened by the arrows, and before the undead could react, he immediately ran wildly, and in the blink of an eye ran out of the shadow of the mage tower.

So...... I...... I was like a reader who didn't see the end, and my temporary master probably didn't understand the meaning of the word empathy, but luckily as soon as she found out about the Crazy Magic Zone, she immediately cast an anchor point, and then tore open the scroll and took the mage to Cape Blazer, where the elven stronghold was like a mountain of scrolls and arrows, and she hung herself up neatly and rushed out again.

At that time, I was still hanging in her waist bag, and although there was a missing paragraph in the middle, I still saw the end.

Just as my temporary master stepped out of the portal with murderous intent, the king of the elves had already landed on a Pegasus, and the master who was not my master was said to have left.

Lie.

He's still in the woods.

But I don't have a mouth, you remember.

Then the king of the elves invited my temporary master to ride with him, and I knew it when her arm was around the other's waist...... I've had more than a hundred masters, after all, and I know she still has questions in her mind, but even if she returned to Cape Castle, she still couldn't ask—even I would hardly be able to persecute such a person, especially when he was willing to smile at you when he had a melancholy in his brow.

After that, things were lackluster, and the King of the Elves, the master of the Silvercrown Forest, my temporary master, was on his way to meet with the loyal, and he left the Castle with us, and sailed up the Starlight River to the Silvercrown Forest, and from the Silver Crown through the Wuthering Plains, and from the edge of the Wuthering Plains to the far north.

The name of the king of the elves is Ingway, which is said to come from a great king of the elves, and my temporary master, Kelle Brill, whose name is half similar to that of the king's wife, Kelly means starlight, and Brill means flower, and when Master Even deliberately said the meaning of this name, I knew that the old gentleman was deliberately bridging the gap between them.

I don't think it's needed anymore, they're a natural match.

When I was put into the mouth of the idol by Kellebriel's own hands, and then the three mages summoned ice and snow to bury me and the idol, I was at peace and thought my story had come to an abrupt end......

But what did I say, what is fate raised?

I was found by Edherna, and became a part of him, and with three of my other colleagues, I had a new name, the sigh of the undead of the big bowl.

The first thing I did with Edair was to go into the forest and tear down the half of the mage tower that was still standing.

Looking at the skeletons below busy, hard-working, I just want to hehe.

Have the ability to tear down the tower here, have the ability...... Beep-beep-ah, what's the use of staying here to hold your jaw!?

"I want to beep too...... To my surprise, Ederna replied, "The problem is that I'm going to be thrown out of the Silver Crown by Ingway." He said in frustration, "I can't beat him now!"