On the tenth day after parting from Slavoga, Masayr set out on a journey to the Far North, accompanied by a son from the Barbarian King and a chatty lich, the two necromancers who had not come together. By this time they had left the northern taiga of the barbarians.

The lich at the front of the group watched curiously at the snowfall: crystal white snowflakes, like light catkins, falling from the silver-gray sky. From time to time, white butterflies adorn the trees with green leaves that are no better than spring and summer. The lich materializes, watching as the white butterfly falls into its hands, melts into water, and then freezes again. The cold wind blows, and the lich does not feel cold, but rather a refreshing experience. It turned into a spirit again, and its fingers tried to catch the snowflake, but it fell to the ground through its hand: "The snow is beautiful, isn't it?" ”

Masayr asked curiously, "You are in the north of the northern border, where heavy snow falls every day, haven't you seen enough?" ”

The lich said happily, "Ah, I'm from the southern part of the empire, and I don't see the white snow falling there, it looks like a picture scroll, and I feel comfortable in this kind of place." Unlike the white snowy scene, the continuous mountains and mountains in the south of the empire are very peculiar, there are grand canyons that seem to divide two pieces of the earth, there are sublime waterfalls, etc., the only drawback is that it is too hot, so in the south I like to go out at night, but everyone sleeps at night and is bored. Maybe you have a chance to come to the south of the empire, and I'll take you to play. ”

Masayer said that he would definitely go and see it if he had the chance. He turned to look at the barbarian and asked, "Hey, big man." What's your name? ”

The barbarian ignored him, and continued to move forward with a sledgehammer in hand. At this time, the lich approached the barbarian, materialized his body with magic, and put his shoulder on the barbarian from behind: "Hey, big man. Let's travel together, don't be so cold. It was responded to with a sledgehammer, and the lich was smashed right in front of Masayer.

Knowing the nature of the Lich, Masayar said, "Hey, big man, it's so pitiful, it's been so cruelly smashed by you. The big man raised his left hand to indicate that it was okay.

"Ah, it hurts. This is how it hurts. The lich's form reappeared, he anthropomorphically scratched his head, and looked at Masayr again, when the big man responded to them: "XXX, the language of the barbarian, means courage, my name." ”

Masayir immediately agreed, which was very much in line with the way barbarians gave their names, simple and clear. The lich muttered to himself, "Ah, this name is so simple, and it is not at all elegant for me who has flipped through the "Imperial History Book", "Imperial Cultural History", and "Imperial Roster". My name is much more elegant, and it's called elegant. ”

When Masayr heard this, he looked strange, but when he saw the lich clinging to the barbarian, he asked, "I am curious about the source of your barbarians' great power, and I heard that your anger can increase your strength infinitely, and even damage spirits to a certain extent. Can you let me look into it? Give me a few drops of blood, shall you? It was still a mallet, but this time it passed through it. The big man said in an irritated tone, "You're so annoying. ”

"Do you like to smash people? I can summon a bunch of skeletons and let you smash them enough, and when you're grumpy, then you give me a few drops of blood, how about that? The lich reappeared in the distance, and the big man turned his head to stare at Masayer.

Masayr looked at the big man, and his heart was a little flustered, so he scattered the lich with a bolt of holy light, and said, "It is indeed a little annoying, so let it be quiet." Seeing the big man leading the way alone, Masayr said to the air next to him: "Don't mess with him, although he can't help you, he will force me to break you up." ”

The lich who had turned into a spirit still didn't give up and asked, "Why don't I draw some blood for him while he's not paying attention or sleeping?" Masaire shook his head and rejected the offer: "You should enjoy the snow." ”