Well, what is a Haha? It doesn't matter, but do you really want to kill dragons? Dragon slaying is of course a good thing worth writing into the poems and singing everywhere by minstrels. Moreover, the evil dragon itself is a valuable treasure. Look at the number of materials that are priceless... Not to mention their private warehouses, just like women's wardrobe always missing a piece of clothing, the dragon's private warehouse always lacks a crown or a scepter or a gold coin - the problem is that you really want to go now? At the moment when you can't even have a loli with one-eighth dragon bloodline?

Let's reduce the difficulty slightly.

From the largest port of Grenada and heading west for three days you can see Azore Island, a chaotic place, each tavern is filled with pirates. If their reward amount is turned into gold coins, it can cover the entire island. What is important is that only a few of them are high-level thieves or spellcasters that even the dragons are unwilling to provoke, or gray robes or even lichs. Aha, when it comes to this, your eyes are shining. Yes, almost every warrior hopes to destroy a lich's life box. In the warm tavern, if a warrior claims to have cut off the head of a thief leader, he will receive praise and challenge, but if a warrior says he has smashed a lich's life box to pieces, he can also obtain a "retreat" halo of glory in addition to respect - well, after all, the former is still fighting people.

The Seventy-Seven Islands are waiting for you, child, your glory will eventually break through the fog that covers the Black Sea!!!

Oh, don't mind, this sentence does sound a bit like the slogan of the temple of Rosada and Tel recruiting paladins and white robes, but I have changed a few words, such as changing Rosada or Tel to you, no matter what, it is not them who fight with countless skeletons with wide swords, and it sounds like it can make people excited? Isn't it? Please believe that I'm not intentionally blasphemous, although they are all - beep, beep, beep, beep...

Some people say that there is a lich standing on every reef in the Seventy-Seven Islands. This statement is really exaggerated - and the lichs are very homeless and busy, so they won't just stand on the reef and blow the sea breeze when they are fine. Although there are indeed a few of them who like to suddenly open their robes and let the unknown people see the bones in it, which makes people start to start, but this is something that only the little guys who have just become the undead will do, and

This matter has been banned by Lefa in the Seventy-Seven Islands because it seems too much like a vulgar act made by a human windbreaker. Yes, lichs are all evil, but evil does not mean vulgarity. Especially your mentor will never want to see that there is a list of indecent human children in the charges on your wanted scroll. I heard that the lowest level in the guidance manual for new Lichs is a village with more than 500 people, and it must be a settled population rather than a migrant population?

Oh, sorry, I don't know this will affect you... Well, fighting spirit, so let's talk about other places...

Yes, we are only the East, are you going to Seris? But I heard that Seris are gentle but do not like outsiders very much - it's really interesting. They have their own gods, their own temples, their own thieves unions, their own wizards, their own warriors. They respect their ancestors and traditions, their thoughts are like iron walls, and they do not allow any irreversal behavior. Even if you do good deeds, the best result is to be politely sent out of their country by them.

Great, you don't want to go to Seris, it's the right decision, but you're still going to go east... Oh, (he held his hands here) I understand - it seems that you've decided from the beginning that your target is - you    …know…who.

——The guy who had been talking nonstop clapped his hands and closed his mouth. The knight who had been whispered all night suddenly felt a quiet ear. The feeling was really wonderful and worthy of praying to his gods to express gratitude. People often say that only when they lose it, but today he finally truly understood the meaning of it.

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When the knight carrying a wide sword left the tavern where he temporarily stayed to shelter from the rain, a little mage followed.

This little girl is not about his age or appearance. He looks about twenty-five or six years old, with no severe fine lines on his eyes and lips, and his eyes are even more shiny like a child. The reason why the Knight said he was a little mage because he suspected that the latter had not long since left his mentor, at least for a short time that the mage had not gathered enough gold coins to equip and make up himself. He had no staff, nor a robe with magical gems, nor a ring hanging on his fingers and neck with rune seals.

Fingering with the necklace, he didn't even have a scroll belt or potion belt, and only hung a dimensional bag around his waist. His robe scared many people when he first entered the tavern because it looked gray under the light, but they soon discovered that it was just a washed black robe that was slightly faded, and the mage had skin on his face and warm palms. He didn't even mind performing tricks on several villagers in exchange for ale and bread - there wouldn't be any necromancer or lich who did this, that would be a loss of identity.

Among so many people, he saw the knight at first sight, and then he used his smile and a magically condensed crystal flower to exchange a female halfling for a position next to the knight.

Next, you can say it is an encounter of fate or a teasing. Anyway, they are together, thank you, it is not what you think.

"How much do you know about that?" The knight walked in front, the rain stopped, and the sunlight cast through the gaps between the branches and leaves, forming shining spots on his leather armor. His horse was ranked second, constantly pulling the tender branches on the roadside to eat. The snow-white ponytail was leisurely swinging and driving away the mosquitoes and flies gathered behind its butt. The mage behind it bent his fingers and cast a spell. A breeze blew through them, blowing the insects without a trace.

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

"I think you spellcasters should know more."

"His mage tower was not built on any continent." said the mage: "He built his tower on a brand new island, which was only ascended to Shanghai more than a hundred years ago. Do you know its name?" He muttered a word, which sounded very beautiful, like a singing, but the knight did not understand its meaning at all. Fortunately, the mage immediately gave an explanation: "The elf language means the gift of the gods. I said, it is really ironic."

"But no one objected."

"The dragon and the devil will also tremble because they hear his name. There are not many such spell casters." said the mage, while trying hard to break free from a thorny rattan pull.

“There are rumors that he has served for the devil.”

"He is a lich," said the mage. "Isn't that normal?"

"Maybe you're right," said the Knight, "but I also heard that he was an atonement lich."

"Atonement Lich?" said the mage.

"I am not very clear about the specificity. It seems that if a lich saves a person's life without selfish thoughts, he can get a chance - he can walk in the world again as a living person and redeem his previous sins..."

"That's probably difficult."

“Long and difficult.”

"What about the end, if he can accomplish... atonement?"

"Well, as a good man... died peacefully?"

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

The Knight made a face: "I think so too."

The mage laughed: "You are definitely not a follower of Rosada or Tyre."

"Of course not, I just follow myself," said the Knight.

"Although I don't know whether this rumor is true or false, he is indeed not the worst compared to other lichs." The path in the forest after the heavy rain was like a narrow swamp. The mage walked deep and shallowly, trying not to think about what the water that penetrated into the leather boots had been soaked. Yes, the mage sometimes even needed to swallow a live spider when casting spells, but this does not mean that he doesn't like to be clean, right?

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

"Of course, if he was really kind," said the Knight, "then he would have ceased to exist long ago - given that he was remembered by so many people."

"Not a human," said the mage panting, "mostly gods."

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

The mage tsk subtly: "So where are you going to do? Hold your spear and challenge his windmill?"

This may be a meme, but the Knight didn't understand very well, so he only answered the first half of the question: "I need the devil's fingers." He paused and added: "A friend of mine needs it to save his life."

"Now there are no devil fingers on the continent," said the mage regretfully. "But are you sure there is one on that island? He has a good relationship with the elves and will not allow this bacteria to circulate outside."

"I didn't want to go through his permission." The Knight said without shame: "He seems to have left his island, and his disciples rarely appear in the forest."

"You want to steal."

"No," said the Knight, "I will leave a double-value gem." He smiled and said, "Look, I'm not a thief."
Chapter completed!