The other party smiled and said, "Liz, that's a nice name. Is she as cute a beautiful girl as me?"
"No, you are not Liz."
Igulla himself shook his head. In front of him was a girl wearing a woolen coat and snow boots. Her appearance was similar to Liz, just like an older Liz, but her hair color was pink.
Purple, very beautiful and rare.
At this time, Igulla finally came to his senses: "That monster"
The pink and purple girl pointed upward, and the fraudster raised his head and saw a rain of blood falling in the sky. The smelly blood fell together with the broken pieces of flesh, but they were protected by the sanctuary, so they were not stained by this rain of blood.
Only then did Igura notice a black-and-white orc wearing a black jacket standing next to him. The latter had a tail with black and white stripes, which looked like some feline atavism. Obviously, the tail turned into a rain of blood.
The Nine-Headed Fish-Slaying Dragon is the one-shot masterpiece of this orc magician.
But the strength of the Nine-Headed Fish-Slaying Dragon has far exceeded the legend. Only people like Ya Xiu can solve it, which means...
The fraudster's expression suddenly changed, and the pink and purple girl immediately noticed this: "Hey? You seem to know Amilo, do you know him Amilo?"
The orc named Amilo glanced at Igula and nodded: "I know who he is."
"I also know who you are, His Excellency "Barbarian King" Amilo Kesri." Igurah flapped his virtual wings and struggled to fly. He opened his newly healed right eye and asked slowly: "You
Shouldn’t the Yisu Palace be used as an energy pool for the gospel gods?”
Amilo Kesri, the legendary magician of the Kesri orc family, is also one of several legends who resides in the Yisu Palace! During the action of following Annan into the Yisu Palace, Igura was in the presence of the Gospel God's body.
In the basement, I saw several legendary magicians who acted as batteries for the gods, including the black and white orc "Barbarian King" Amilo!
"The reason why I am here is the same as the reason why you are here." Amilo said to the pink and purple girl: "He is Igurah Bogin. It can be said that he has taken the first to tenth place in the Knitting Festival "Trick List"
.”
"Wow!" The pink-purple girl looked at Igula with bright eyes: "You are so awesome! And you are so good-looking and so smart. You might as well be my follower. I don't want Amilo anymore. He
too ugly!"
Amilo shrugged, seeming a little helpless.
Igulla didn't reply. He stared at the two of them nervously, flapped his virtual wings and backed away slowly, like a wild cat being rescued trying to escape.
The two of them didn't stop him, but when the fraudster was about to hide in the white mist, the pink and purple girl said: "Don't you want to break the angel's wings with us?"
"Why should I act with you?" Igula asked.
"Of course it's because you can't defeat it alone. You're blinded by the small fish chasing you." The pink and purple girl scratched her nose: "Shame."
"Then why are you acting with me, a stranger?"
"You don't even know this, and you actually broke in here?" The pink and purple girl smiled and said: "Any angel wings are very difficult to deal with, and it cannot be dealt with by just one or two people. Even if they want to compete for angel wings, everyone will have to fight for them.
We must first work together to break the wings of angels, so the more people we have, the better."
"If there are not enough people and the angel's wings cannot be broken, then it will have to be eaten by the Lord of the Stars."
"Let's go together. Are you separated from your teammates? The further inside, the higher the chance of you meeting them." The pink and purple girl tilted her head: "If they haven't left."
"So, do you want to come with us or leave?"
Do others move on or leave?
After thinking about it for a moment, Igura came to the conclusion: if Ash hadn't died, he would have definitely moved on to lift the white mist to save them; if Harvey hadn't died, he would have definitely realized Ash's decision and moved on.
The fraudster's expression was uncertain: "How do I know you won't harm me?"
The pink and purple girl didn't answer at all. She made a cute face at Igula, turned around and left with Amilo. Igura originally wanted to test a few more words, and he could get a lot of information no matter whether the other party was insulting or answering, but he didn't
Thinking that this girl could see through his thoughts at a glance.
Igulla had no choice but to follow him obediently and asked, "But who are you? Why are you acting with Amilo?"
"Since you shamelessly asked the question, I will reluctantly tell you!"
The pink and purple girl turned around and made a V-shaped gesture: "I am the focus of the crowd, a natural leader, as sweet as melted caramel, beauty and wisdom coexist.
Beautiful girl devil, Yinchi!”
"Good evening."
Harvey, who was dealing with an eardrum injury, turned his head and saw a huge figure walking out of the white mist.
When he got closer, he realized that it was a tall woman carrying a coffin. She was nearly two meters tall, with long green hair, wearing a bare-backed black vest, long sleeves with strange patterns on her hands, and a loose white lower body.
Wearing trousers and blindfolds on both eyes, she has a slim figure but is full of healthy beauty.
Unlike Harvey, her coffin was carried horizontally, and she was not alone. There was a little boy with short black hair sitting on her shoulders, who looked to be only about six or seven years old.
"Good evening." Harvey responded: "Are you going to fight with your family behind your back too?"
"Yes." She touched the coffin: "There is a very important family member of mine inside."
"one?"
"one."
"Then your family uses it quite quickly."
At this time, the little boy suddenly said: "Aren't you afraid of us?"
Unlike the two adults, this little boy does not look like something that would appear in this place. He is wearing decent overalls and a white shirt, his skin is healthy milky white, his body is small and exquisite, and his eyes have red irises.
The golden color makes it difficult to look away. He wears sports short boots on his feet, swaying slightly while talking, and his fair calves are brighter than any color here.
He should not appear here, but should be at the banquet, in the classroom, in the library, staying with those beautiful things.
Even Harvey, who is well versed in the structure of the human body, does not dare to judge its gender. Although it looks masculine in appearance, it also possesses feminine femininity. It is simply...just...
Just a perfect corpse.
Boom!
Harvey hammered his chest hard, feeling the fear he had not seen for a long time. He thought he had nothing to fear. He was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of the death of his friends. He regarded death as a return home, and he had nothing to lose.
But he knew he was wrong, and there was still something he couldn't lose, which was his principles, the creed he had adhered to throughout his life.
Why would he want to turn living people into corpses? This violates the precepts of the necromancer!
"Hello."
The little boy suddenly appeared in front of Harvey, staring at the black curly hair with a pair of eyes that would make a necromancer covet him, showing a cute and naughty smile: "You are not afraid of her, but you are afraid of me?"
Because the distance was so close, Harvey could faintly smell the fresh scent of grass coming from his body. This smell that was born out of the soil but was full of life was a special hobby of the necromancer that he had never told others about.
Sa!
Harvey walked away from the two of them in horror. He didn't dare to look directly at the little boy, only dared to look at the little boy's short boots: "Who are you?"
"Why didn't you ask who she was instead of asking me first?" The little boy's voice was as clear as a wind chime.
"Because I know who she is."
"Oh?" The little boy and the tall woman were both a little surprised.
"The reformer of the necromantic faction, the founder of the settlement ceremony, and the inventor of the "Mummy Anatomy Method", which allows a corpse to be dissected and reassembled infinitely without damaging the corpse at all, greatly reducing the demand for corpses among necromancers.
The learning threshold of the Necromancer faction has reached a new level, and the Necromancer faction has ushered in its second outbreak period." Harvey said: "When I first started learning, my instructor asked me to remember these two people."
"One is the origin master of the Necromancer faction, the great being Haagen-Dazs who gives life to all the Necromancers, and the other is the resurgence master of the Necromancer faction, who invented the vast Blood Moon Magician in the Necromancer faction.
Ramisu!”
"Nice to meet you, Mr. "Death Walking" Tiramisu, the 'eye of death' on your forehead is very beautiful." Harvey looked at the tall woman and said: "As a magician who became famous thousands of years ago, I thought you
You should have entered the realm of God long ago."
The reason why Harvey can recognize her is that the tiramisu is exactly the same as in the painting, but more importantly, her unique "eye of death". The eye of death is the symbol of the necromancers, who use the eyes produced by the corpse when disposing of the corpse.
Resentment strengthens your eyeballs, and over time your eyes will have the keen vision to spot dead people.
The Eye of Death can only be seen by necromancers, and can be said to be their best internal indicator of purity.
According to legend, Tiramisu completely abandons vision and only sees with the eyes of death. Harvey used to think it was a fake, but now he understands it at a glance. If Tiramisu’s eyes of death are pearls, then he
The dead eye is almost like sand.
"I didn't expect to meet the younger generation," Tiramisu said with a gentle smile, "I feel a little embarrassed."
"So..." Harvey looked at the little boy sitting back on Tiramisu's shoulders: "Who are you? What is your relationship? Can I leave now?"
"Don't leave in a hurry." The little boy said, "Since you know Tiramisu, we won't hurt you. As for my relationship with Tiramisu..."
He touched Tiramisu's green hair and said, "We are blood relatives."
Tiramisu nodded, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a happy arc, "That's right."
The little boy looked at Harvey: "What's your name?"
"Archibald Harvey, everyone calls me Harvey."
"I am the devil of tiramisu, Yami." The little boy swayed his legs, smiled at the necromancer, stretched out his pink tongue and licked his lips, and said: "Harvey, I
like you very much."
"Are you interested in becoming my blood relative?"
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PS: Welcome new leader ie_treasure!!
Why is it four o'clock again... I obviously wanted to update it earlier...
