I, Lich, Can Raise a Dragon [Western Fantasy]

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff.

Sang Ni had been mentally prepared for a long time. She knew that her words were only one-sided words, and it was impossible for the elf priest to give her the green light unconditionally.

"I only need twenty minutes." Sang Ni softened his tone: "I can swear not to use any spells here except detection spells."

"Once I let you out for even a second, nothing you do can be guaranteed." The priest did not back down: "Although thank you very much for bringing the elf back, I'm sorry, I can't meet your request. ."

She was unable to sense the strength of Sang Ni, indicating that she might not be as strong as the opponent.

As the guardian of the elven holy tree, she dare not take risks.

"I don't think you need to be so careful." Long's injury was almost over. He hesitated and decided to say something nice to Sang Ni: "My injury was stabilized by her, and since you have believed it. Part of it, you should know that there is no time for you to slowly consider countermeasures."

The priest was silent for a while, and sighed heavily: "Five minutes." She said seriously: "Sorry, really can't be more. Five minutes is enough for an archmage to cast a range of forbidden spells. I dare not risk it."

No, in fact, she only needs three minutes for a forbidden spell. Sang Ni thought silently: "All right, but I don't guarantee there will be results."

She made a contract with the priest and walked out of the shadows.

The priest gave her temporary permission, and she would not be repelled by the power of the domain.

"Please." The priest said: "Please come back here in five minutes, otherwise you will become the eternal enemy of the elves."

"Fine." Sang Ni was perfunctory.

It seemed as if these elves knew that she was a lich queen, they wouldn't regard her as an eternal enemy.

She summoned the black mist to hide her figure and leave from the sacred tree.

"Black Magic..." the priest whispered, with a physical dislike in his tone.

"Using violence to control violence is sometimes useful." Long heard her words: "The elves have been closed for too long."

The priest looked slantingly: "I don't seem to have asked, how did you know a wizard who uses dark magic?"

"Didn't I say, I was injured and rescued by her." Long didn't understand the professional discrimination of elves: "Being able to black magic is not necessarily all evil."

Of course, they are not necessarily good people. He added in his heart.

"Why didn't you receive treatment in the Dragon Empire after you were injured?" the priest asked.

Long frowned: "Although thank you very much for your treatment...but I don't want to answer your question."

What's the matter, this priest seems to talk a lot.

Long looked indifferent.

"I'm just worried about what trouble you are having." The priest smiled bitterly. "After all, it's not easy for you in that place."

"Do you know me?" Long frowned and asked.

"Of course!" The priest looked surprised.

Long thought for a while, and said directly: "But I don't know you."

After all, he has amnesia.

Priest: "..." This kind of inattentive attitude is really annoying.

Well, when she talked to this dragon for the first time that year, she successfully shattered all the fantasies of the girlhood, but she did not expect that hundreds of years later, his communication ability was still so suffocated.

On the other side, Sang Ni is not going well.

The night in the elven sanctuary is not pure pitch black, a little bit of light flickers in the forest, adding a touch of gentleness.

But this kind of environment is harmful and unprofitable for Sang Ni, so she can't hide it completely.

Sang Ni could only shuttle through the scattered black shadows in order to avoid the ubiquitous guards.

She doesn't actually need to use detection spells, as long as she gets closer, she can clearly perceive undead creatures of a lower level than hers.

However, she walked around in the sanctuary and didn't even perceive the death banshee.

Before five minutes had passed, Sang Ni returned to the sacred tree.

"She is not here." Sang Ni replied: "However, you should have already guessed who it is."

The elf priest hadn't spoken for a long time.

"She is the only one who has a valid reason to leave." Sang Ni shrugged: "Don't think about it, I'm sure it is her."

"Thank you very much for your help..." The priest looked dim: "As you think, I have guessed who it is. She will be punished as she deserves."

"I don't intend to participate in your affairs." The five-minute time limit was up, and Sang Ni hid behind the dragon's shadow: "Since you already know, I'll leave."

"Please wait a minute." The priest actually stopped her: "I want to ask, have you seen other baby elves?"

"I don't remember." Sang Ni didn't know whether to tell her about Erie Weier.

The priest's eyes were a little red: "Sorry, I thought there was hope..."

The child who was lost eight years ago...

"Sorrow." She could only say so.

Sang Ni knew that he was not qualified to answer for Elevier.

"I'm lost." The priest wiped the corners of his eyes. "Goodbye, two people."

Long didn't say any more words of thanks, he spread his repaired wings and jumped from the top of the holy tree.

The sound of the wind whizzed past him, and the wide dragon wings made him glide in the air effortlessly, although he still maintains a human mimicry now, only with wings and tails behind him.

Flying in this form is not addictive, but it is much better than having to walk on the ground a few days ago.

He couldn't help flying a few more laps over the sanctuary.

"Wait a minute..." A trembling voice came from his ear: "I think you have forgotten something."

"I'm still in your shadow!" Sang Ni growled desperately.

She is almost dead! Originally, the shadow would change rapidly during flight, but the dragon was still doing stunts in the air.

Spin! jump! He closed his eyes!

Even a lich can't turn that way, and she is a little afraid of heights.

She's getting motion sickness! Even if the body is not dizzy, she also has a motion sickness soul!

However, Long was very cold: "It's a little uncomfortable, you can bear it for a while."

In fact, he couldn't get better, Sang Ni was still in his shadow, basically a stomach stone tumbling.

but…

Come on, hurt each other.

Long was calm: "It's a big deal to go down and throw up together."

Sang Ni: "..." No, I can't spit it out.

She can only one Buddha emerge from the orifice and two Buddhas ascend to heaven.

In the end, Long finally finished his addiction and left the sky above the sanctuary. When he landed, Sang Ni quickly crawled out of his shadow.

It's really used to crawl.

She fainted while reflecting on whether she had bullied Long too much some time ago.

It may have been adapted to the feeling of rolling in his stomach, Long actually looked a bit bad, but his feet were steady, much better than Sang Ni.

"How do you feel, do you want to vomit?" Long asked her concerned.

Now, if it weren't for Sang Ni's few restraints, he really wanted to make a bulge with his hands.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She held back her anger.

"Oh." Long's tone sounded extremely regrettable.

Sang Ni: "..." I really want to kill the dragon today.

Seeing that the dragon didn’t mean to help her, she could only get up from the ground swayingly by herself, and said a little angrily: “I’m going to find Erivier. Your injury is over, so let’s take care of herself. ."

Although she said before that she would take the dragon to heal her injuries, in fact she didn't help much in the end, instead relying on him to enter the Elf Sanctuary to handle things.

She felt that she still owed the dragon a favor, but as if she hadn't paid it back, the dragon didn't care at all.

Regardless, she thought secretly.

Since this favor is not good enough for a while, she shouldn't bother about it, she should go.

Originally, she was a lich, it was not suitable to get too close to living creatures.

"That's OK, I'm leaving." Long didn't pay attention to the bunch of thoughts she was winding around at all: "Uh, goodbye?"

"Well, goodbye." Sang Ni was inexplicably irritated by Long's decisiveness, but he couldn't express it: "I wish you an early recovery of your memory."

She said so and waved her hand first, making a chic and indifferent look: "There will be a period later."

After speaking, she turned and left without seeing any reaction from the dragon.

In fact, Long did not respond.

He was just a little bit lost in his heart, just a little bit.

Sang Ni returned to the inn and knocked on Elevier's door: "Ellie! I'm back!"

She knocked on the door in the same way as she swept into the village, shooting with a hammer, almost stabbing with a knife.

However, in such a movement, the door was quietly inside.

"Eri?" She suddenly felt bad, unscrewing the lock and rushed in.

In the mortal world, sitting a death banshee.

But not Elevier.

"It's you." Sang Ni was expressionless.

The banshee maintained the appearance of an adult elf, her blond and blue-eyed face was extraordinarily holy, and she had obviously covered her breath.

But these are useless in front of Sang Ni.

"You found it." She smiled and said: "I guess, you should have heard Ellie introduced me."

Sang Ni remained calm in his anger: "Where is she?"

"Don't you know?" The banshee pretended to be surprised and said: "I'm so sorry, I forgot. You are a good master who never pays attention to the privacy of your servants."

Yes, as the people who transformed Elevier into undead creatures, the contract put her in control of their souls.

But Sang Ni never used this to control anything, and even allowed the death knight of Tharos to leave on his own.

But Sang Ni didn't expect that the bottom line he insisted on would give them an opportunity.

"Let's talk about your conditions." Sang Ni said coldly, looking at her eyes as if looking at a less pleasing decoration: "Don't be too much, I believe it's not a good thing to exchange a mascot with your complete strength. A good deal."

While she was speaking, she let go of her pressure on the undead, no matter what killer is in front of her, under the absolute advantage of strength, Sang Ni can let her go.

"Of course." The banshee's smile stiffened. Obviously she didn't expect that Sang Ni might abandon Elevier to kill her: "My master wants to talk to you face to face about what you did some time ago."

Very good, finally came to turn over the old accounts, Sang Ni thought to himself.

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