According to the normal routine of classic fantasy novels, things should have developed like this:
On the road to tracking down the cultists, the protagonist's adventure group and rival adventurers are in a subtle relationship of competition and cooperation. They gradually collect clues to explore the dark shadow lurking in the town. Finally, with the help of the villagers,
They found out who was behind it, but they didn't expect that they had successfully released the sealed Dracolich.
The Dracolich is powerful and invincible. The two originally hostile groups of adventurers finally had no choice but to unite to resist, but their opponents were too powerful and were still no match. At this critical moment of near despair, someone stood up...
"Then there is the popular cheating time to fight bosses. The most common cheating methods include the male protagonist's aura bursting, and recruiting elite reinforcements. If it is more reasonable, it is a priest burning his life, and a god comes.
It would be better if it was a beautiful female pastor. Say no.
It will definitely bring some tears from the audience. By the way, if the female lead is still not popular enough, she can make a sacrifice, which can not only meet the needs of the audience, but also allow the second female lead to take the opportunity to rise to the top, and can also give the male protagonist
The reason for the outbreak is simply not very profitable. Although it is old-fashioned, it does work."
"...Many of those legendary stories follow this approach. Although I have read it a lot, I felt very passionate at the time. Especially when the heroine died, it was really sympathizing, but I didn't expect that there was this one in it.
It's true. Listening to a group of people is really better than reading ten years of books. You are definitely an outstanding scholar."
Dracula Wen Lair couldn't help but nodded, not considering that if the situation really developed in a dramatic way, the boss who was inexplicably killed by the protagonist in the plot should be himself.
Of course, we are just knowing the nonsense and knowing it well. Stories are stories, and truth is true. There is no such thing as a weak defeating the strong without a reason in this world. Being able to win by fighting hard is just a trick to coax children, and there must be a real winner.
The advantage is even if it's just luck.
"You think his progress is like cheating, and you feel very unconvinced when you see him step into glory step by step. Maybe you just don't see his advantages and private hard work."
The world is always used to ignoring the accumulation and repeated failures of successful people before they reach the peak, and those lucky people who succeed once due to accidental luck, if they think they are lucky boys, they will transform into Long Aotian who constantly leaps and challenges. Basically,
Neither of them will live long.
In a sense, White and the others were lucky. At least it was a Dracolich with a normal personality. Most of his bones would be cold by now. Maybe today, he would teach them some lessons.
"Is it okay if those guys are left on the ground?"
"It's okay, it's okay. I didn't expect the legendary Paladins these days to become so weak. An excessive negative energy shock wave immediately knocked them all out. They probably didn't even see my face clearly. But the little girl,
Are you really a golden elf? Why does the negative energy shock seem to have a beneficial effect on you? You are also an undead, but I can clearly feel that you are a living creature."
Heloise didn't answer. She seemed still unhappy that I sold her, but when faced with Wen Lair's questioning, I was the first to speak out.
"Haha. This is a long story, and it can be regarded as my personal research results, involving semi-undead creatures. I believe that as a dracolich, you also know the rules."
A mage's research results are his most important wealth. To seize them by force is equivalent to an all-out war. If you want to obtain data and intelligence, you must at least produce equivalent research results.
Wen Lair nodded slightly and did not ask any further questions. Even though he was known to be easy to talk to among extraordinary powerful people, if the two parties were not on the same level, there would be no reciprocal communication.
Ancient dragons are born with the ability to see through lies and illusions, and lich-like undead have weird soul vision. The feedback from both sides made Wen Laer see that something was very wrong, at least he couldn't see through the little girl and adult man in front of him.
.And the object that he can't even see through has already shown that it is definitely an abnormal and dangerous existence.
The horses that the Paladins brought with them charged the fastest, but they were all wiped out in an instant. After us, the other adventurers and the trio from the north were waiting for the scattered ones who were not walking fast.
When they arrived, the only ones left behind were the Paladins, but they probably couldn't tell what happened as they fell down as soon as they met.
As for us who have left where we were...
"I really didn't expect that you would agree to enter my residence. After all, this is a dragon's nest."
The breach in the mountain range has been re-sealed. Wen Lair walked in front holding an oil lamp, but the invited guests followed closely behind.
"Sorry, I forgot you don't have dark vision."
He suddenly snapped his fingers, and all the magic oil lamps around him were lit. We were in a corridor full of murals, and the corridor had reached the end.
"Crack!"
The lampposts on the wall were lit up one by one. It was a huge hall, gorgeously decorated and beautiful. The only shortcoming was probably the ceiling that was being repaired by many gargoyles. It seemed that this was the place that was affected by the disaster.
, and seeing the "collections" around, they were either the collection room of this dracolich, or his bedroom.
Sculptures, murals, oil paintings, and decorative styles are all full of elf style, and wood elf wooden handicrafts. It seems that this Dracolich is really a pure elf fanatic.
But perhaps the most outrageous thing is...
"Hey, Wen Lair, are you Korean or Thai... Well, does this look like an elf woman? From your voice, it should be a male dragon, right?"
"I was a male dragon during my lifetime. After death, my gender is meaningless. The pursuit of beauty is my only pursuit in life. I devote my whole life to the beauty of elves and choose the most beautiful elf template as a human being.
The incarnation of form is a natural choice."
He is about the same height as an ordinary elf, but has sexy curves that are comparable to those of a succubus. His slender blond hair is styled into palace-style curls. He is also outstanding among elves in terms of pure beauty and domineering figure, and his smile is deadly.
If it weren't for the strong voice of the soul that couldn't be faked, I really would have thought it was the miniature version of the Golden Elf Queen.
"I...my mother is just like my mother! This smiling expression is exactly the same as hers back then."
The somewhat familiar face aroused Heloise's memories, but then she felt nakedly unhappy. But at this time, the reality that the enemy was strong and I was weak made it inconvenient for her to find trouble.
"I'm tired."
I didn’t even look at the elf artwork that I was very interested in just now. Heloise transformed into a cat. She jumped on my shoulder, closed her eyes and yawned. However, this scene scared me and kept pulling me.
Katarina followed me tremblingly.
She had also fed a dead cat, but the dead cat had no interest in the leftover food in the bar. At this time, incredible things happened one after another, which made her feel dizzy.
"Your Highness Heloise? I also heard of her reputation back then. The most dazzling Golden Moon in the Elf Empire, my incarnation is based on her portrait from back then. Back then, it was an adult version of the illusion.
"
Well, the original reference was not to Heloise's mother, but to her herself. Upon hearing the news, the dead cat's expression was a little complicated.
"Unfortunately, there is one most obvious mistake. Golden elves are a bit taller than high-level elves, and high-level elves are generally a bit taller than ordinary elves. Yours needs to be enlarged by at least one-third. This is the size that a golden elf should have.
."
Before I finished speaking, this guy of unknown gender took out a notebook to record, and then looked at me with fanatical eyes, as if he was looking forward to what I would say next.
After a while, Wen Laier seemed a little ashamed after calming down, and then coughed lightly.
"Well, it's a pity. It's a pity that I didn't live ten thousand years ago. If I am lucky enough to see Her Royal Highness Heloise's face, I am willing to exchange the treasures I have collected throughout my life."
But then, his eyes turned to the only mortal here.
"I don't know what the relationship between this lady and you is. The smell of death here is too strong. It is not suitable for ordinary people... I'm sorry, it's really rude."
She stopped mid-sentence. There has been no normal air circulation here for many years, and the smell of death is so strong that it can kill a living person. Catalina has followed her until now, which shows that she is not an ordinary person.
"Dragonborn? Demonborn? Godborn?"
But I denied each other's conjectures one by one. In fact, Catalina hid it very deeply. If I hadn't read the "Strategy", I really wouldn't have guessed the truth of the matter.
"It is true that she is not a pure human being, but that doesn't matter."
I paused and looked at Catalina, only to find that although her face was full of fear, she had no expression of surprise or disbelief. She seemed to have already known that she was not human, but was afraid that others would know the truth.
"Carlo, you? Got it..."
I lowered my head, smiled at her frightened face, and then rubbed her hair twice.
"I said, I'm an epic hero, why do some people just don't believe my truth? Don't worry, I'm on your side."
The next moment, I said to Levine.
"In fact, she herself doesn't care at all. What's important is that her father, Old Barton, is a figure."
Yes, I stayed in this bar for half a year, not for Catalina, but for Catalina's adoptive father Old Barton, the super warrior who was supposed to re-enter the legendary battlefield ten years later, and the epic final battle.
General Qiang Longqi, that potential hero who could have been ranked among the top ten in this holy war if he hadn't advanced too late and died early due to old age.
After more than half a year of training, his real strength has far exceeded that of the same period in history, and the rough stones have become more and more like gemstones. I am very optimistic about the future of that ugly bald man.
And when I went to Wen Lair, I also asked some questions, some answers that only he could give me.
"I was originally wondering how Old Barton, a local idle mercenary, could be recognized by the proud Dragon Clan and become a Dragon Cavalry General. The dragon bloodline he came from is the descendant of the rarest green dragon. Now it seems that it is
It’s very clear that he, Bartonton, the descendant of the hero of the gun, is also your descendant?”
But my inquiry made Wen Laier stunned for a moment, and then his face was filled with surprise.
"She really gave birth to a child? She really loves me!"
My overly full imagination allowed me to understand everything in an instant. At this moment, my three views were all hit. Barton is a descendant of the three heroes, so the woman in this pervert's mouth is naturally the legendary three heroes. Then, that
The so-called legend of three heroes slaying the dragon is definitely far from reality.
"It's nothing new for a demon king to fall in love with a hero. It seems understandable that a dragon-slaying warrior gives birth to a descendant of a giant dragon. Yeah. It's completely understandable. It's okay."
"I, I can't understand! My ancestor was a hero who defeated the evil dragon, that's nothing..."
But before she finished speaking, she was hugged by Levine. The dragon's power suddenly threw the girl up like a swing. The next moment, she was back in the rough embrace of soft flesh.
"Your father is my descendant, so you are also my descendant? It's really pitiful. It must be very hard for you to be so thin and weak without the care of your elders for so many years. You can call me grandpa, and I will take good care of you in the future...
…”
But the next moment, he realized that something seemed wrong with the girl in his arms.
"Huh? You are not a dragonborn? You are not even a living thing? Metal skeleton, what kind of life is this?"
After hesitating for a moment and looking at Catalina with a frightened face, I knew it was time to face reality.
"Wen Lair, I don't know if you have heard of the sage civilization and their taboo research that touches the divine realm..." (To be continued)
ps: So what, I’ve read all the comments, thank you all for your understanding and support.
