According to the normal routine of classic fantasy novels, things should have developed like this:
On the way to track down the cultists, the protagonist's adventure group and the hostile adventurers are in a delicate relationship of competition and cooperation. They gradually collect clues to explore the dark shadow lurking in the town, and finally, with the help of the villagers, The mastermind behind the scenes was found, but they did not expect that they had successfully released the sealed dracolich.
The Dragon Lich is powerful and invincible. The two groups of adventurers who were originally hostile finally united to resist, but the opponent was too strong to be an opponent. At this critical moment of near despair, someone stood up...
"Then it's the time to fight bosses. The most common means of fighting, including the male protagonist's halo burst, an elite rescuer, etc., if it is more reasonable, it is a priest who burns his life, and a god descends. What, if it is a beautiful female priest, the effect will be better, maybe you will get some tears from the audience. By the way, if the popularity of a woman is always insufficient, she can make sacrifices, which can satisfy the audience. It can also allow the second female lead to take the opportunity, and it can also give the male lead a reason to break out. It is not too profitable. Although it is old-fashioned, it really works.”
"...Many of those legendary stories follow this path. Although I have read a lot, I felt very enthusiastic at the time. Especially when the heroine died, it was really sympathetic, but I didn't expect it to be true. It's really better to listen to a group of words than to read ten years of books, you are definitely an excellent scholar."
The dracolich Winrel couldn't stop nodding, completely ignoring that if the situation was really dramatic, the BOSS in the plot that the protagonist killed inexplicably should be himself.
Of course, we just know the nonsense, we know it in our hearts, the story is the story, the truth is the truth, there is no reason in this world where the weak beat the strong, and you can win with hard work, just to coax children, the real winner must have On the upside, even if it's just luck.
"You feel that his progress is like a hang-up, and you feel very unconvinced when you see him step by step into glory. Maybe you just don't see his advantages and private hard work."
The world is always accustomed to ignoring the accumulation and repeated failures of successful people before they reach the peak, and those lucky people who succeeded once because of the accidental big luck, if they think they are lucky boys, they will turn into Long Aotian who continue to leapfrog challenges, basically. don't live long.
In a sense, White and the others were lucky, at least they were replaced by a normal dracolich. Most of the bones at this time were already cold. Perhaps this time today, they would teach them some lessons.
"Are those guys okay to throw them on the ground?"
"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't expect the legendary paladins to become so weak these days, and an excessive negative energy shock wave immediately fainted. They probably didn't even see my face clearly. It's a little girl, Are you really a golden elf? Why does the negative energy shock seem to be a buff to you? You are also an undead, but I can clearly feel that you are a creature."
Heloise didn't answer, and seemed to be still sullen. I sold her, but in the face of Winrel's question, I was the first to speak.
"Hehe, this is a long story. It is also my personal research results, involving semi-undead creatures. I believe that as a dragon lich, you also know the rules."
The research results of the mage are his most important wealth. Forcibly seized is equivalent to a full-scale war. If you expect to obtain information and intelligence, you must at least produce equivalent research results.
Winrel nodded slightly and didn't ask any further questions. Even if he was notoriously easy to talk among the extraordinary powerhouses, if the two sides were not on the same level, there would be no equal communication.
Ancient dragons were born able to see through lies and hallucinations. Lich-like undead had weird soul vision. The feedback from both aspects made Winrel see something very wrong, at least he couldn't see through the little girls and adult men in front of him. , and the object that he can't see through has already shown that it is definitely an abnormally dangerous existence.
The horses that came with the Paladins charged the fastest, but they were all wiped out in an instant, and after us, the other adventurers and the northern trio were unhappy, waiting for them When they arrived, the only ones who stayed were the Paladins, but if they fell face to face, they probably couldn't tell what happened.
As for us who have left the place...
"I really didn't expect that you would agree to enter my residence. After all, this is the Dragon's Nest."
The breach in the mountains had been re-sealed, and Winrel walked in front with the oil lamp, while the invited guests followed closely behind.
"Sorry, I forgot that you don't have dark vision."
He suddenly snapped his fingers, all the magic oil lamps around him were lit, we were in a corridor full of murals, and the corridor had come to an end.
"Crack!"
The lampposts on the walls were lit up. It was a huge hall with gorgeous decorations. The only shortcoming was the ceilings that many gargoyles were repairing. It seems that this is the place where the disaster occurred. , and seeing the "collections" around him, it is either the collection room of this dracolich or his bedroom.
Sculptures, murals, oil paintings, and decorative styles are all full of elf-style, wood elf's small wooden handicrafts, it seems that this dracolich is really a pure elf idiot.
But perhaps the most outrageous thing is...
"Oh, Winrel, are you Korean or Thai... Cough, does this look like an elf female? Listening to your voice, it should be a male dragon, right?"
"I was a male dragon before my death, but after death, gender is meaningless. The pursuit of beauty is my only pursuit in my life. I, who have devoted my life to the beauty of elves, choose the most beautiful elves template as a human being. The incarnation of form is a natural choice."
The height and size of ordinary elves are similar, but they have sexy curves comparable to succubus. The slender blonde hair is made into a palace-style curl. The elves are also outstanding in their pure beauty and domineering figure, and it is fatal to smile when they smile.
If it weren't for the strong voice of the soul, I really thought it was the miniature version of the golden fairy queen.
"I... my mother, just like my mother! This smiling expression is exactly the same as hers back then."
The somewhat familiar face evoked Heloise's memories, but then, she was naked and unhappy, but at this time, the reality that the enemy is strong and I am weak, it is not convenient for her to find someone to trouble her.
"I'm tired."
I didn't even look at the elf artwork I was very interested in just now. Heloise turned into a cat and jumped on my shoulders, closing her eyes and yawning, but this scene scared me and kept pulling me. The corner of her clothes, tremblingly followed my Katerina.
She had also fed a dead cat, but the dead cat had no interest in the leftovers from the bar. At this time, the unbelievable things happened continuously, which made her feel a little dizzy.
"His Royal Highness? I also heard her name back then, the most dazzling golden moon in the Elf Empire. This incarnation of mine is based on her portrait back then, which was an adult version of the illusion. "
Well, the original reference was not to Heloise's mother, but to herself. Hearing this news, Dead Cat's expression became a bit complicated.
"Unfortunately, there is one most obvious mistake. The golden elves are a bit taller than the upper elves, and the upper elves are generally a bit taller than the ordinary elves. You need to enlarge it by at least one third to be the size that the golden elves should have. ."
Before I finished speaking, this guy of unknown gender took out the notebook and recorded it, and then looked at me with fanatical eyes, as if looking forward to my next sentence.
After a while, Winrel, who had calmed down, seemed a little ashamed, and then coughed lightly.
"Cough, it's a pity. It's a pity that I didn't live 10,000 years ago. If I'm fortunate enough to witness the honorable face of Her Royal Highness, I'm willing to exchange the treasures that I have collected throughout my life."
But then, his eyes turned to the only mortal here.
"I don't know what is the relationship between this lady and you. I have too much death here, so it's not suitable for ordinary people... I'm sorry, it's really rude."
I stopped halfway through the conversation. There has been no normal air circulation here for many years, and the breath of death is so strong that it can directly kill the living. Katerina has been following her until now, which has shown that she has decided not to be an ordinary person.
"Dragonborn? Demonborn? Godborn?"
However, I denied each other's conjectures one by one. In fact, Katarina was hiding very deep. If I hadn't read the "Strategy", I really couldn't guess the truth of the matter.
"She's not a pure human being, but that doesn't matter."
I paused and looked at Katarina, only to find that although her face was full of fear, she did not show any expression of surprise or disbelief. She seemed to have long known that she was not human, but was afraid that others would know the truth.
"Carlo, you? Got it..."
I bowed my head, looked at her terrified face and smiled, 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 Lewin.
"In fact, she doesn't want anything at all. What matters is her father, old Barton, who is a character."
Yes, I stayed in this bar for half a year, not for Katarina, but for Katarina's adoptive father, Patton, the super warrior who should have re-entered the legendary battlefield ten years later, the epic most The strong dragon cavalry general, the potential hero who is enough to rank among the top ten in this jihad if it is not too advanced and too late to age and die early.
After more than half a year of training, his real strength has far surpassed that of the same period in history, and the rough stone has become more and more gem-like. I am very optimistic about the future of that ugly bald guy.
And when I went to Winrel, I also asked some things, some answers that only he could give me.
"I was originally wondering, how could Old Barton, a local idle mercenary, be recognized by the proud dragon race and become the general of the dragon cavalry? It is clear that he, Barton Anton, the last descendant of the hero of the gun, is also your descendant?"
But my question surprised Winrel for a moment, and then he was full of surprise.
"She really gave birth to a child? She really loves me!"
Too much imagination made me understand everything in an instant. At this moment, my three views were all hit. Barton is the descendant of the three heroes, so she in the mouth of this perverted dragon is naturally the legendary three heroes, then, the so-called The legend of the three heroes slaying the dragon must be far from reality.
"The love between the devil and the brave is not new. It seems that the dragon slayers give birth to the descendants of the dragon. It seems to be understandable. Mmmm. It's completely understandable, nothing."
"I, I don't understand! My ancestors were heroes who defeated evil dragons, nothing..."
But before he finished speaking, he was hugged by Lewinl. The power of the giant dragon suddenly swung the girl up like a swing, but the next moment, she returned to the turbulent embrace of soft flesh.
"Your father is my descendant, so you are also my descendant? It's really pitiful, so thin, so many years, without the care of elders, it must be very hard, you can call me grandpa, I will take good care of you in the future... "
But the next moment, he found that the girl in his arms seemed to be a little wrong.
"Huh? You're not a dragonborn? You're not even a living creature? Metal skeleton, what kind of life is this?"
After hesitating for a moment, looking at Katerina with a terrified face, I knew that it was time to face reality.
"Wenlaier, I don't know if you have heard of the sage civilization, and their taboo research that touches the realm of the gods..."