A lich in pursuit of a better life?

Henry couldn't imagine that the phrase came out of Bertelem's mouth, and as for what he said about Owo pursuing Lyra......

Well, if obsession can also be considered a way to chase women, then Owo did chase Lyla.

This guy doesn't know if it's a brain twitch and suddenly wants Layla. Silverhand became his bride, and took great pains to lure him with the Crown of Horns, an evil artifact made by one of the three gods of death, Mirkor.

However, he apparently overlooked the role of the goddess of magic in bestowing silver fire on the electorate, and when the "crown of horns" was worn by Leila, the silver fire collided violently with the evil will remaining in the artifact, resulting in Leila falling into complete madness, losing her sanity for twenty years, and inexplicably giving birth to a daughter...... What's even funnier is that no one knows who the father of this child is......

In a more understandable way, Owo tried to bewitch (rape) Leila, intending to make raw rice into mature rice, but due to a drug error, the target went crazy, and was picked up by an unknown guy, and finally married a third party, Kelben, a typical stealing chicken does not make rice, a complete tragedy.

Obviously, this is the love that Bertelem refers to, the good life that the lichs yearn for, the happiness that is built on the pain of others......

Henry was very wise and did not continue to discuss with Bertlem, who had been completely distorted and his mind was full of cynical thoughts, and decisively led the topic to the fusion just now.

He was well aware that all liches were more or less mentally abnormal, because the undead creature itself was a special kind of mutilated lifeform. The more time passes, the more distorted it becomes. The erosion of negative energy is not just about the dry body. There are also souls hidden in the fatebox.

Compared to most lichs, Bertelem is quite normal, at least he doesn't have thoughts of killing and destruction, and occasionally reads poetry to cultivate his sentiments, but he treats things differently from the living, disgusted with the gods' interference in the main plane, and anyway, the world of the living is not pleasing to the eye, and he always wants to pick a bone in the egg.

In terms of psychology. This is an act of concealing his inferiority, maybe he was treated unjustly when he was a human before, or maybe he had a defect before he died, which is why he expressed such an extreme.

As soon as he mentioned the magic ritual that had just taken place, Bertlem immediately returned to normal, and asked with a smile on his face, "Have you ever heard of a red dragon called Asadron?" ”

"Asadron?" Henry frowned and reminisced carefully for a few minutes, and finally shook his head slightly. "This must be a very old red dragon, right? I don't think I've read it in any books. ”

"Indeed, he has not been seen for too long, and only this poem, The Arrival of Asadron, still records the story buried by history." Speaking of this, Bertlem sighed slightly. "This is a legendary red dragon, no worse than any of the primeval dragons known today. It personally destroyed a kingdom, and some cult followers even worshipped it as a god. ”

"Oh?" Henry's mouth opened in surprise. "I heard you right! Cult? Could it be that this dragon gains divinity. Want to become a god? ”

Bertelem laughed and waved his hand: "No, Asadron has no divinity, because he was traumatized by Yan Zòng in a certain battle, so he tied a Barlow Flame Demon to his chest as a second heart, and I got inspiration from this. ”

Hearing this explanation, Henry's face showed a sudden expression of realization: "I see, using the power of necromancy to fuse demons and dragons, let one of them devour the other, and finally the new life born will have the dual power of both demons and dragons, it is really a bold idea, I believe that the research process must be very difficult." ”

Bringing different species together, especially those as powerful as dragons and demons, can be imagined to be difficult even if he is not very proficient in necromancy.

"Yes, it was tough, I failed four times, and I didn't succeed until the fifth." There was a hint of smugness on Bertram's withered face. "Of course, thanks to the test specimens, catching dragons is not an easy task."

Henry suddenly had a bad premonition, his face changed slightly, and he asked, "Are you ......?"

Bertlem smiled dryly and nodded, "Yes, I took the dragon you locked up with the Mithril Chain of Sorrow, and although I accidentally killed four of them, I finally succeeded. And those few dead guys were not wasted, the soul was subdued into a resentful spirit, and the corpse would be fully utilized. ”

"Damn! I said how to look at the ghosts of the dragons above the castle. Henry cursed in a low voice as he rubbed his brow helplessly.

Originally, he only thought that a dozen evil dragons were easy to cause trouble in the city, but you must know that Long Wei was not a joke, once horses, dogs, and poultry approached, they would be instantly frightened into, so they were temporarily stored in the half-plane of the Ring of Truth.

But who would have thought......

These lichs are not worried about the master one by one, and they even started research projects without authorization, and the most annoying thing is that they have killed several of them......

But fortunately, some research results have been made, although they are not very useful, but they are better than nothing.

Forcibly resisting the urge to go crazy, Henry gritted his teeth and asked, "What about the rest, shouldn't you have disemboweled my dragon?" ”

"No, the rest are all wearing the mind-control ring found in the City of Mind Flayers, and they are desperately mating day and night under the supervision of Ansellon, and it won't be long before the first dragon eggs will be born." Paltreum notices the anger in Henry's eyes, and hurriedly pulls the other member of the inner ring into the water.

"Forget it, I don't care about this now, tell me where is Congus? I'm in a hurry with him. Without hesitation, Henry interrupted the lich who wanted to continue his explanation.

He sometimes couldn't figure out why these evil spellcasters behaved in the same way, the first thing that came to mind when the chaotic and evil Shantil caught the dragon was to produce dragon eggs, and the lich of the Circle of Truth thought about it first. Could it be that the guys in the evil camp are born with defective IQs?

Don't they know that even if they use magic to spawn. It will take at least a few decades for dragon eggs to become combat power. During these decades, these young dragons had to be fed and trained incessantly, and if the last one was not done well, it could cause a large-scale defection.

Dragons are not beasts, they know from birth who their parents are and what kind of creatures they are, except for the white dragon, it is difficult for any other kind of evil dragon to control it for a long time, because once the strength is strong enough. Turning the other cheek is almost a sure thing to happen.

Since the decisive battle with the Netherworld City is imminent, Henry has no time to worry about these small matters for the time being, he just wants to find the half-lich as much as possible to find out how the preparations are going.

Bertlem picked up a stone tablet and swiped it lightly with his finger, and a huge map instantly appeared, each red dot marked with a special symbol, and one of the golden skull marks was obviously a half-lich.

He roughly observed the surrounding terrain before speaking, "The leader is currently in the area of the Giant's Plains and the southern end of the Giant's Run Range, and you can reach him directly by using precision teleportation. ”

"Since he's not in the half-plane, I won't linger long. Remember. The remaining dragons must not allow any more accidental deaths, or I will be furious. After saying that, Henry did not hesitate to activate the precision teleportation. I saw a flash of white light, and his figure completely disappeared in place.

After confirming that Henry had indeed left the half-plane, Bertlem immediately turned around and ran towards the second floor of the castle, shouting as he ran, "Damn it! Ansellon! Stop your dangerous real! The rest of the dragons can't die anymore......"

In fact, in the eyes of powerful legendary mages and lichs, most adult dragons are just objects that can be enslaved and studied, and only a very few particularly outstanding dragons can be regarded as truly strong.

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The Giant's Plains is located to the east of the Green Fields, halfway between the Troll Mountains and the Giant's Running Mountains.

But unfortunately, due to the frequent appearance of monsters, there are not many civilians in this area at all, and only those who are not afraid of death dare to settle here.

Like other places named Trolls XX and Giants XX, the two mountains are inhabited by a large number of trolls and giants, who are several times stronger in strength and physical strength than humans, so often a dozen giants or trolls can easily slaughter an entire village.

Perhaps that's why the half-lich chose to come here with the Shattered Demon Crystal to recruit monsters, ready to give a big gift to the Netherworld City.

As soon as he stepped through the portal, Henry instantly saw a shocking sight.

Thousands of hill giants and sub-giants have set up tents around the huge tower of magic crystals in the middle of the valley, and they are clearly controlled by the power of the "Clincinibbon" and have become loyal lackeys.

On top of that, on the other side of the valley, hordes of trolls and bear goblins have set up their own camps, and very few evil creatures can escape the summons of the shattered crystals, and an army full of ruined miè (desire) has been formed, and at the slightest command, it can immediately cause horrific tragedy.

"Awesome! Together, there are about fifteen thousand, enough for Yin Soul City to drink a pot. The corners of Henry's mouth turned up slightly, and a satisfied smile appeared.

You must know that giants, trolls and bear goblins are not comparable to kobolds and ordinary goblins, a team of twenty giants can kill hundreds of goblins crying dad and shouting mother, and trolls can eat the entire kobold tribe clean.

He could even imagine the scene when these guys drank the berserk potion and rushed into the Netherworld City to wreak havoc, and he believed that the expressions of the Supreme City Lord Tairamante and the Netherworld Prince Revaran would definitely be very exciting...... Maybe it can also detonate the contradictions that exist within it.

Since the end of the Netherel era, the city has not been invaded by foreign enemies for thousands of years, and the inhabitants must be very arrogant, like some of the superpowers on Earth, and when they realize that what they are proud of is actually vulnerable, fear will quickly spread.

For a city like Ghost City, which relies on pride and pride, there is nothing more terrible than losing confidence, and all Henry has to do is to pull it down from the top of the mountain, and then step on it with a fierce kick, completely smashing all the dignity of the other party, and proving to the world in the most insulting way that the new magical civilization he has established is in the right direction of historical development. (To be continued......)