Quaster tables and chairs.

Shaking candlelight, yellow paper, white quill.

The background is immersed in the darkness.

The bearded molka dipped in some ink, wrote down a line of words, and then stopped, as if thinking about something.

He raised his head and asked Adair, who was sitting opposite the table with his legs raised, "I don't understand very well. Why didn't the elders of the Elders take action from the beginning? They would not have to have to kill and injured so many descendants, nor do they need to spend several months waiting, nor do they need to give Giant Snake City enough time to prepare."

"Have you read the last volume of "The Lich Paladin"?" Adale asked back.

"That's what I wrote, thank you." Molkar smiled and spread his hands.

Taking a deep breath, Adair said: "In the blueprint of the Holy Spirit, their justice does not include humans. For him, humans are actually weeds, which suddenly grow from a corner. But because the vitality of the weeds is too tenacious... So, you know what happened later. There was a twisted justice, and there was a justice that did not include oneself. Similarly, in the blueprint of Krimath, there was no blood clan. In the blueprint of the Vampire Elders, their blood clan descendants were not included. For them, the blood clan descendants were also weeds. Why are there 360 ​​elders, and the overall number of blood clans that were first established was not more than

More than 20,000? Why do most elders have no descendants? In fact, the answer is very simple, because the vast majority of the elders of the blood clan are actually the remnants of the Krymatha era. They are not naturally produced through reproduction like ordinary blood clans. They are produced through the first embryo. The ridiculous thing is that the blood clans that accept their descendants are considered the lowest-class blood clans. They are humans themselves, but they look down on humans. They themselves are born through the first embryo, but they discriminate against other blood clans that have emerged through the first embryo. They even discriminate against their descendants. The father and son they talk about are not necessarily the same concept as the father and son we talk about."

"Is this true?" Molkar was stunned for a moment: "This is really not good news. You and I were abandoned and discriminated against?"

"This may not be a good news, Molkar. If the protagonist's starting point is not low enough, how could the story be wonderful?"

"Okay, that's true. That's why I like your storyline. And then?" Molkar continued, "What happened later?"

"Later..." Adale paused and replied softly: "Later, we witnessed a magical war that we will never forget. It was the first time we saw the power of Crymatha, and it was also the first time we saw what kind of combat power the lich who was doing his best. In fact, Jones and I didn't expect it at the beginning. We underestimated the Senate, and the Senate also underestimated the Giant Snake City..."

...

Dots of holy light fell from the sky, almost covering the entire battlefield.

All the undead creatures were burning, including the elders of the blood clan, making heart-wrenching roars. White smoke rose up. At the same time, they were all fighting hard in this holy light.

Countless skeleton soldiers ran wildly in the direction where Jones was, and they jumped. They dismembered and disintegrated in the air, and together with their armor, the sea waves that gathered into white bones rolled towards Jones, forming bone walls, and stacked upwards quickly, layer by layer.

The blood-colored magic stretched out on the elders, some turned into long swords, some turned into shields, some turned into wings, some turned into tentacles, and some turned into arthropods, just like part of the body, freely retracted and as fast as lightning.

Thanks to their strong body, they can walk through the sea of ​​bones without restraint. Even the damage caused to them by silverware is limited.

The Hydra was running and swung nine heads, supporting nine shields to resist attacks from all directions.

The turbulence of the strong wind and the magic power intertwined, sweeping repeatedly.

Jones stood on Hydra's back, shouting, roaring, and waving the sword in his hand. Mars floated around.

Dora held high with the Nine-petaled Snake Citi and stayed by his side.

Under the cover of his companions, a blood clan elder penetrated the defenses built by the lichs on the outermost side, avoided the defense and attack of Hydra, and rushed straight to a place less than five meters away from Jones. The extended black magic was like a sword, and it slashed from top to bottom against Jones' cheek.

Jones flashed, and several silver hairs were cut off.

Jones threw away a sacred bondage with his backhand, and the blood clan elder who had not yet broken free was slapped out by Hydra's head.

In a blink of an eye, another blood clan elder came to Jones. This time, the magic power condensed, tentacles like a long whip. They directly passed through Jones' chest and broke through the breastplate. The blood shone with light in the night.

Erin, who arrived in a hurry, raised a hand, and a dark green bone flame instantly penetrated the other party's body.

The elder was still sprinting.

Dora blocked Jones.

Every figure was constantly flashing, trying all his best.

Jones's eyes were always on Barcelona Romu, looking at Barcelona Romu from afar. A wisp of blood slowly slid down his forehead and penetrated into his eyes, and flowed down his cheeks like blood and tears.

...

"If it were me, I wouldn't be sure if I could live for more than a minute on Hydra's back. Although the defense of the undead magic is very strong, and even with countless lichs protecting him,..." Adair scratched his head and said helplessly: "It's so scary. I can't even see what happened. Jones must have no time to think. Although the missed attack is only a little bit, that little bit is deadly enough. He must make a judgment based on his intuition alone. I think he encountered the same problem as his father. As the leader, he is really too weak. The development of the situation has not given him enough time to grow."

"Did you know that Gray was not dead at that time?" Molka asked.

"We don't know, that's what we only knew a long time later. A generation of Lich King should have returned almost a year after the end of the Battle of Yadsey, but we all know that it wasn't. During that time, Jones always thought that his adoptive father was dead. Although he never said it, I think he thought he was the last defender of his adoptive father's will. So he was desperate. He had countless ways to avoid that war, as long as he was willing to surrender, the senator would give up all other descendants, but he would not give up on him. But he chose to refuse. Because he had something more important than life to stick to."

"Do you like this section?"

"Hmm? I don't understand what you mean."

"I'm asking you, do you like the Battle of the Yadsey River you've experienced? Even though you're just a bystander."

"It's okay...the key is that it makes the descendants of the Senate, like me, realize how small they are. The reason why we look powerful and can get it is simply because of the inaction and acquiescence of stronger people. In fact, we are insignificant in this world. The world is covered with a thick veil, and now it is uncovering its own disguise bit by bit. I'm very glad to have a brother like Jones, otherwise I wouldn't have spoken in front of you, let alone evaluate that history. I'm just a speck of dust, right?"

Morka looked at Adal for a while in a daze, and sighed with a smile: "Who isn't it? Am I not? Each of us is, except for a very small number of people. But we are all important. We are the composition of this world. At some point, we can give some help to the weak heroes, although it is so insignificant. Even when we can't do anything, we are also bystanders and witnesses. I always believe that when the real heroes stand in the clouds, he is actually trying to protect people as small as you and me."

"Is that? By the way, how is your book selling?" asked Adair.

"It's okay... OK, it's not really good. I'm on the ranking list where you can never find it. But that doesn't matter." After pursing his lips, Molkar said, "I like money very much, but that's not all of me. I also want to be a hero. If I can't do it in reality, then I can do it in books, and then look forward to some readers who read my books like Gray and embark on the path of justice. And I can be responsible for praising them. Life should be meaningful, right? Someone has to write such books."

Adair looked at Molka quietly.

After a pause, Molkar continued, "Of course, it would be better if you were willing to spend money to buy a few books to support me."

Adair smiled: "You are a greedy author, you want everything."

"Yes, I admit it." Molkar replied with a smile: "I am a greedy, humble, small, but very important author."

...

The wind blew gently, the fire was burning, and Mars drifted in the wind.

Jones, already scarred, was still standing on Hydra's back in broken armor. The blood stain had dyed his cheeks brown.

Dora was still behind him, holding the nine-petal snake flower flag that had been burned halfway.

The lichs were still hanging in the sky, and although their bodies were incomplete, they still did not stop reciting the spells.

The brave man's firm appearance in front of the evil dragon is like a melodious and ancient song. Whenever you think it has been forgotten, someone sang it.

The outcome of a war is not entirely determined by the strength of the force.

The banks of the Yadesi River were filled with broken bones and charred corpses, and the whole world was like purgatory.

The elders surrounded Jones, exhausted and breathless, and some of them had even had their magic power overdrawn.

But the defense line built by the undead is still there, although it is incomplete.

The skeleton soldiers, who were already incomplete, held weapons and tried in vain to climb up the wall made of bones to fight against the powerful blood clan elders who were impossible to challenge.

The bystanders were all watching quietly.

Adale and Belle are in the rear.

Prince Louis was bound.

The injured silver hammer has been transferred to the edge.

Many blood clans are still in the airship, and Jones's father is among them. Even Jones's little cousin Susan is also among them.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with confusion.

Elder Barzaromu hasn't taken action himself, he is still looking at Jones. He whispered to Jones: "Surrender will save you from death."

"Surrender! Jones! Can't win! You do your best!" shouted Adair.

"Don't surrender! Reinforcements are coming!" Lich Lucy fell from the sky.

Oh, and, Aykreon. It was the two lichs who were beaten back to the soul box when Gray was attacked.

"Where are reinforcements?" Erin shouted.

"Aren't we the only one? We rushed over just after we came out of the soul box! Not enough?"

"Just relying on you two, you dare to call yourself reinforcements? Are you enough to get stuck in your teeth? What we need is the entire Bone Holy Light Holy Church!"

"No, thank you!"

Yes, there are no reinforcements.

Jones stared at Elder Barzaromu exhaustedly and breathed slowly: "You can never win. Because I am the only one you can kill."

"Isn't it enough?" asked Elder Barcelona Romu.

"Did the Black Dragon kill my father? Have they ended the war?" Jones smiled and said, "We can die, but there will be someone to follow our path and continue to walk. There will be someone to inherit the will of the Giant Snake City, and there will be someone to inherit the will of Grey Grugru. After challenging you for a long time, you will never be able to end the war."

Elder Barcelona fell silent.

The Hydra slowly squirmed forward little by little.

Jones raised the sword in his hand high and shouted, "I order you to continue this war after my death! No matter a thousand years or ten thousand years! Until victory!"

"As for orders-!" The legion, which was not the undead, raised the weapons in its hands high.

"Little bat..."

"Listen to me. Madam, defense cannot save me. Since they want my life, give it to them. We have something they cannot take away."

Hydra put away all the shields and activated the aggressive magic that blessed the heavy armor. The armor covering the body slowly changed from silver white to dark red.

"Understood."

"Okay, I have an unlimited lifespan and can accompany them until the end of the world."

"It's time for them to see the lethality of the forbidden technique!" Babuti tore open the robe on his body, revealing his thin bones.

Adair stared blankly.

The scattered bones on the ground were slowly spliced ​​together again. This time, they formed huge, aggressive tentacles, like erected drills, reflecting the nine heads of the Hydra.

Almost all translucent magic shields floating in the air were lifted. What was used instead was the blessing of attacks such as huge force and wind. Huge magic circles covered with runes lit up in the air.

Among the little lights, Jones, who was covered in scars, slowly smiled: "Let's guess how many elders will die today? How many elders will stay here for us to bury, one hundred? Or two hundred?"
Chapter completed!