Northland is a place where winter never ends. Poetry, winter and death are the three things that cannot be escaped in this land.
At this time, the stars were shining brightly in the night, and a dozen men and women were surrounding the bonfire, singing and dancing. The bonfire was swaying and dancing in the biting night wind, and next to it was the body of a silver-white dragon.
The heroes under the frost and snow are congratulating for having just looted the lair of a mature white dragon.
In the previous battle, what surprised them was that this white dragon was actually infiltrated by the breath of hell and had purgatory bloodline, making the white dragon who was originally afraid of fire have fire resistance. This made the red dragon warlock in the team
Some were caught off guard. Fortunately, the victory still belonged to them in the end.
The leader of the heroes, the Northland poet, faced the flickering firelight, his handsome face under his silver hair reflecting the flickering light in front of him.
Then, the poet began to tell the story of this winter night——
The story of paladin Aaron Cantillon.
"It doesn't surprise me that this white dragon is contaminated by the blood of hell. After all, this land belonged to the devil in the past.
"Where we stand today, there once was a city, a city built and controlled by the demons of Baator.
"The devil has completely dominated this winter city, imparting pain, jealousy, order, filth and strife in the city to ensure that its tainted souls can remain in the [lawful evil] camp. Every baby is born
At the first cry, his or her soul has been condemned to some great devil in hell.
“For a thousand years, a steady stream of souls were transported from this city to hell.
"Until another new baby is born in this sinful city,
"Future Free Paladin, Aaron Cantillon..."
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Thousand-story City, the 666th floor of Rainbow Castle, the world's largest magic tower, the City of the Living Dead, and the Street of the Dead.
This level of Rainbow Castle is a community composed entirely of the undead, and the boundaries between life and death become blurred here.
The ghost lady who has been dead for thousands of years dances in the square. The dance she has practiced over the past 10 centuries has an elegance that is unmatched by any living human being...
The ghouls who can control their own sanity gather together with the undead to drink in the tavern; the little skeletons who have turned on their intelligence are hiding in bed and shivering because of listening to horror stories...
The vampire holding a parasol was complaining to his friends on the road about the red drink that had increased in price, and scolded his boss for being a vampire...
In the "Shadow of the Past" tavern in the corner, the ghost bartender Qiu is telling his guests about what he saw centuries ago.
Today, the guest in front of the bartender is a girl dressed in simple white linen clothes. Her skin is pale and does not look like a living person. She claims to be the priest of the death domain who serves the deathrattle girl——
The Deathrattle Girl is known as the "Pale Dancer of Love and Beauty", "The God of Sufferers", "The Mother of Gravekeepers", and "The Lord of All Non-Evil Undead". The priests of this goddess are one of the few who often visit
The living person in the "Shadow of the Past" tavern.
The ghost bartender used the ghost's telekinesis ability, delivered the wine to the girl in white cloth, and told stories from centuries ago:
In that era, even if ghosts retained all their personalities during life, they still had no citizenship rights and could not inherit property. And even if they were able to control their own reason and were not malicious, they were still regarded by the public as objects that should be wiped out.
Necromancy is taboo in almost all cities and villages, especially those that evoke the undead.
The lord would rather let the serfs suffer the torture of manual labor day after day at the cost of early death than let the unconscious skeletons work.
At that time, the spells used to detect the alignment of creatures were still functioning perfectly. But even if the skeletons were evoked with the remains obtained with the consent of the deceased, the number of times would still be deflected to the evil alignment in the [Nine-Gong Grid Camp], and they would be exposed as [
Detect evil] The bright red light in the spell. Compared with the spell that controls the will of a living person, the spell that controls the corpse is considered a sin by the universe.
"Then I met him, the Dark Apprentice, the Necromancer, Ai.
"He was the kindest, purest child I have ever met. He was like an angel. (Common parlance is always so bad that most people who use it go their entire lives without knowing it.)
The angels in the upper and middle realms of the sea are actually arrogant bastards) who are willing to take risks for strangers who have nothing to do with them.
"He improved the details of the spell to create undead creatures, eliminating all possibilities for the created undead to leak negative energy and causing disasters, ensuring that the negative energy used to drive undead creatures to operate is absolutely safe and clean.
"But even so, because he created too many undead creatures, Ai could only barely stay in the neutral camp. Even this thin and cute child was actually using mindless skeleton servants to save what the famous hero was unwilling to save.
people.
"I asked Ai, is it worth it? Is there anything unfair about the universe's criteria for judging right and wrong?
"He told me in a tone of describing things that are taken for granted that the so-called [Nine-Gongge Camp] is a label that the world puts on people's behavior, but it is just a natural law like an apple falling to the ground.
"People who belong to a certain camp do not do things because of which camp they are in, but because they do what they believe they should do to show the corresponding camp. Just like, people who do good should not do it to make themselves
Don't do good until you look better when detected by spells.
"The most important thing is that the will of the universe is not more qualified than any insignificant mortal to evaluate right and wrong.
"Today, it has become more and more difficult to detect camps with magic, but simply using necromancy to create undead creatures is no longer judged as an evil act by the [Nine-Gongge Camp] and will not cause the camp's axis of good and evil to skew. I don't think so.
Know what causes this.
"It's a pity that less than a year after I got to know Ai, I learned about his death - he died from the resurrection of the god's withered one, and his flesh and soul were devoured together, and he stayed at the most beautiful age of 13.
.
"I really want him to see the Starry Kingdom today, an era when a skeleton is used to sweep the sidewalks, ghosts can vote, and undead and vampires can walk on the streets...
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In front of Chabron's eyes, the reflection outside the windowpane of [Lightning Train] finally changed back to what he is today.
The Elf Druid lady who spoke to the Ancient Tree of Wisdom disappeared.
The pirate who took a swig of rum disappeared.
The free paladin who drew his holy sword disappeared.
The undead apprentice, who was so thin that he seemed to be blown over by the wind, disappeared.
"Hey, if only they all existed."
——Such a thought flashed through Chabron's mind and disappeared without a trace, like salt melting into water.
Now he is still the sun priest of the eternal light.
The young priest did not continue to recall the soul he had played in the game "Nightfall". Instead, he opened the data panel visible only to himself and checked the experience required for upgrading.
What he and Mera were riding was not an ordinary [Lightning Train], but an anomalous project that had yet to be contained!
