Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎforeadx;?“ You will be a hero, a great hero who has been recited in epics more than any hero in history" The lich was annoyed by William's "calmness", waving his arms caged under his cloak to express his displeasure

"Damn you're such a difficult little devil, my dear William, aren't you going to say something?" Owo finally made sure of one thing, even if he became a lich, he would still be angry, which proved a truth that had been misunderstood for a long time, that lichs were not extremely sane beings who were completely emotionless

For the arrogance of the undead of Ovo, William wanted to kick him to the ground a few times, and then roared angrily: "Is the miscellaneous old man very familiar with you?" but he finally decided to wait and see, no matter what the existence of this unknown thing is, or what calculations, in the end it will be revealed one by one

Pyritru is going mad, what the hell is this "eternal immortal" talking about? Abrantor, the god of the cave, killed, by whom? William? oh, how is this possible with Sandakor on top

"You guys, oh my God, what the hell are you kidding, it's not funny at all, even if you're the 'Eternal Immortal', I'm going to say it, blasphemy is not a wise thing to do" The merchants of Waterdeep never thought they could be as angry as they are today, and it was really cool to be able to teach a terrible lich a lesson without fear of its retribution

"Shut up, quarrel," Ovo snarled unceremoniously at the merchant, his voice as fierce as a chainsaw sawing wood, "you have to know what is standing in front of you, pathetic little one, don't use your ignorance and cowardice to try to decipher the excellence of the noble, for that would be a ridiculous joke, keep me quiet from now on, if you don't want to be turned into a lizard yourself—"

The noisy harp in Ferron, a very formal harp playing requires a special bracket that can provide a low accompaniment during the performance, but it requires a high level of skill from the player, and the 'noisy' was originally used to describe those who are not adequately skilled and deliberately use the harp stand to the point of self-defeating, and later became a very unceremonious satire on the members of the Harpists' League

The threat of the Mage of Faeron is always the most effective, not to mention that there is still a great warlock king standing in front of him, and the Lich Pyritru finally calmly remembered that his situation was so dangerous, and he was immediately extremely frightened, both frightened by the impulse and audacity just now, but also frightened by the terrible secret he heard, he couldn't imagine how much of a sensation and shock it would cause if what Owo had just said was spread outside, of course, first he had to get out of here alive

Thinking of this, Pyritru couldn't help but clench a gem ring on his left hand, which stored a triggered teleportation spell, as long as Pyritru activated it, the spell in the ring would immediately send him back to the calibration point set in Waterdeep, but before that, Pyritru wanted to hear more news, so he didn't use the magic ring immediately

After calming his voice for a moment, the Ovo Undead let out a shrill voice again: "Let's speak openly and honestly, William, we have nothing to do with you and what you are protecting, and we are even willing to provide you with any help we can, because what we protect is also what we want to protect."

"Really, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in this world, haha-" William's long laugh was a little too high-pitched to be harsh, but he finally responded, a good start for the lich

Owo's originally hoarse mechanical voice also carried a wave similar to excitement: "Of course, we don't expect you to be able to fully trust us now, this world is full of dangers, all kinds of dangers, and those conspiracies that have destroyed the great Netheriel, but also protected the human race, we have been living in various conspiracies"

"Look, I've lived too long, it's not good, it's almost made my mind go crazy for a long time, and I always speak upside down," Owo laughed at himself in his unpleasant voice, "Let's get back to business, William, after you killed Abbrando, that divine beast should have left something behind, of course I don't mean that you have a nice little gadget in your hand, although it is a very good sub-artifact compared to ordinary magic items"

William hadn't opened his mouth to answer, and the Pylitru, who had been intent on listening, couldn't keep his composure anymore - listen to what they were talking about? What kind of treasures would be contained in the legacy of a recently dead god, and the merchants of Waterdeep stared at William with incomparably hot eyes, waiting for his earth-shattering answer

William shook his head and said, "Nothing, except for corpses and gore in one place or what do you think should be left?"

This answer disappointed Pyritathro, but he soon became very clever and happy, and the merchant of Waterdeep thought that this "brainless" fool around him was definitely hiding some information, he didn't know the mystery of lying, he should first tell a lot of treasures and riches, priceless magic items, precious materials and gems, large sums of magic gold, and even one or two artifacts that were enough to drive people crazy, and then hide the most precious things for himself, for example

"Of course, this is normal, but there should also be seeds that represent the three major priesthoods of the dungeon civilization, cave and shadow of Abrando, the god of the cave, and they should have been left in this plane, and you didn't use them yourself?"

In the main material plane, there is no shortage of beings who have been promoted from mortals to gods, such as the famous three gods of death, but since there have been records of gods, there has only been one Jerk Ancient God of Death who voluntarily gave up his priesthood, and every case of becoming a god is almost impossible to replicate and cannot be imitated, but Palitru knows that there is one exception

This is a rumor that originally only circulated in the high-level of harpists, a few decades ago there was a bastard of good luck, this bastard was still a crappy member of the harpist, by chance, involved in the war between the king of beasts and the queen of the forest, and obtained a tracking priesthood seed that originally belonged to the king of predators, and since then that lucky bastard has soared into the sky, and has now become the youngest demigod in the main material plane, the most outstanding ranger and tracking master in the northland

His name was Guilen Storm

Don't ask Palitru why he doesn't respect the Master of Trackers, he can't raise the slightest hint of respect for that nasty guy

Pylitru felt a rush of blood running through his head, and his heart was full of the shadow of the master of tracking, and a mouthful of phlegm went up to his throat, and the merchant of Waterdeep scratched his throat in pain, and he was suffocated with a "ho-ho" gasp in his throat

William noticed the strangeness of his companion, he stepped forward and slapped Pyritru on the back casually, Pyritru then coughed heavily, and spat out a mouthful of bloodshot thick phlegm, he breathed in the air like a man who had just climbed out of the water, and the merchant of Deep Water City nodded at William with gratitude, and then glanced at Owo with trepidation, the threat of death made him clearly understand that this was someone else's territory, and he had to restrain his greed

William looked at the lich suspiciously, Pylitru suffocated suddenly, without any warning at all, but William didn't notice any unscrupulous movements from the undead, which made William's heart more alert

The Undead seemed to be unaware of what had happened to Pyritatru, and he continued: "I knew you didn't use them, and of course even if you wanted to, there would be people who disagreed, except for the one that represented the shadow, the other two were complete keys for others, and even the seeds represented power, glory, and the possibility of becoming a god."

"But— William is a kind of shackle for us is poison is a kind of divine snake in the legend of the Manla Snake, it is said that his tears have magical powers, which can make people have incomparable divine powers, but any creature that consumes the tears of the Manla Snake will lose itself and become his puppet tears Because of the fear of being tempted, we have not dared to send powerful warriors until your appearance William, I am glad that you rejected the temptation to become a god, which proves that our choice is the right one, and we should really thank the little girl Heeron, she found you for us, a steadfast guardian of the secret”

William was confused, and he interrupted the lich and said, "Wait a minute, you said you chose me, who do you include? Helen's mother-in-law is with you, and I'm not a Guardian of the Mith.

The Undead said: "'We' refers to a group of old bones who are not willing to be buried in history, as for who they are, I don't think it is necessary for you to know for the time being, and Shiren is still a hand, she is still very young, but she is in trouble now, and all the gods want to get rid of her, because she knows too many secrets about the gods, after all, although I can save her once, I can't save her countless times."

"You said you saved Heeron?" asked William, frowning

Ovo said excitedly as if he were telling a funny joke, "Not long ago at the Spine of the World, you were hanging out with a bunch of frost giants stupid big guys, and those silly big guys are funny... Oh - to get to the point, I disguised myself as Azus and had a hard fight with the real Azus, poor master of the mages, he must have been mad at the time, I'm afraid that Arzus still hasn't figured out which god ruined his plans—"