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

Sang Ni stayed in place for a while, and gradually eased from the state of overdrawn magic power.

"Forget it, what do I care about with a few dead people?" She said to her heart: "Even if I'm dead, I'm a little fairy who loves flowers."

Sang Ni took out a bottle of potion that restores magic power and got bored, and the full magic power flowed back all over his body.

Some of the miscellaneous power obtained from enslaving the soul before was eliminated. In other words, although her magic power was temporarily reduced, it was also refined.

"I seem to have forgotten something..." she tried to remember.

"Right! My skeleton!"

The undead went to reincarnation, but the bones they left behind are still there. These bones were treated by her with antiseptic potion. All of them were clean, white and tender. The world before her journey was absolutely every All tools can be taken directly to the medical school as specimens.

However, the skeletons that do not have this kind of subconsciousness, and even the basic instructions cannot be given, are generally used by necromancers as decorative concave shapes.

But Sang Ni doesn't mind.

The skeleton is so good, pure natural environmental protection and pollution-free. It will not be used in the future. It is buried in the soil with organic fertilizer. Even the appearance is not very hideous. It is not a big problem to not be able to move by herself. It is a big deal that she will engrave more alchemy circles in the future. Come to control it.

and…

Sang Ni dug out a skeleton from the soil and nodded in the empty eye socket.

The faint green soul fire lit up in the skull's eye sockets.

Sure enough, she guessed right.

As a dead lich, she can control the corpse entirely by her own mental power!

She covered her spiritual realm on a large field.

The ground vibrated and roared.

Hundreds of pale white skeletons struggled to crawl out of the soil, and the sound of creaking bones was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Soul fire lit up in the skulls' eye sockets one by one, as if they had come back to life, they began to line up in the same place.

Their movements are neither neat nor proficient, but they are full of tacit understanding.

Because this is Sang Ni herself.

Necromancers are evil and powerful, but so far, they can only act as villains, rather than dominate the mainland for a reason.

To control more undead creatures, the stronger magic power is needed, but in this way, the greater the risk of being eaten back by the undead.

Throughout the ages, the number of necromancers who died in the hands of the undead of their own contracts did not die under the crusades of righteous people at all, enough to write a full set of blood and tears chronicles...

But Sang Ni released the undead and directly manipulated the bones with mental power.

In a sense, she is no longer using undead magic, she is more like a puppet master.

In other words, she will not worry about being bitten back at all.

And what she has is a complete skeleton army controlled by the big lich.

She does not need to rely on other forces to conquer an empire's subject country.

Although she has no such awareness now...

All she can think of is—

"In this way, you don't have to do it yourself when you rebuild the house." Sang Ni was very satisfied.

Yes, the skeleton decoration team is open all year round and on call.

you deserve to have.

However, before she was happy for a few seconds, she had to think of a creature that burned her house.

Slightly headache.

After putting all the skeletons into her storage space, she returned to the tent.

Elvere was still reading, as if she hadn't heard anything outside at all, or she had heard it, but didn't care.

The dragon was still in a coma on the bed. Sang Ni's spell was really strong. It is conservatively estimated that he will lie down for two hours.

Sang Ni thought for a while, and solved the spell for him.

Long Youyou woke up and blinked blankly, as if he didn't understand the situation.

Until he had a vacant look at Shang Ni.

"Why did you stun me?" Long was very aggrieved: "I obviously helped you plant things back."

Sang Ni organized the language and decided to explain clearly: "First of all, I didn't blame you. I saved you purely, and you didn't mean to burn the garden. Secondly, you helped me a lot. , The things planted in the ground would have been a year to grow well, and you only spent one night."

"So, why did you stun me?" Long asked repeatedly.

This ability to focus on key points is also top-notch.

But Sang Ni didn’t know how to answer. At that time, she watched the dragon clashed and shed blood and refused to lie down peacefully. The fruits in the ground only had so little time to wait for her to collect them. She could only do the same. Do it the same way.

To put it bluntly, it is because they are eager to harvest the fruits and fear that the dragon will make trouble, so they can faint one by one.

But it would be embarrassing to say it, especially the fruit was planted by the dragon to help her.

"Um...that's..." Sang Ni looked around with a guilty conscience: "I think you are seriously injured, and you are not willing to rest, so I can help you."

"I said I'm all right!" Long finally changed the subject and resolutely defended the dragon clan's physical problems: "I have suffered more severe injuries before and have never rested!"

"You have also been cursed by the undead before?" Sang Ni was taken aback.

"No?" Long wondered: "Didn't I get hurt by a fall?"

…Relationships have been talking with ducks before.

Sang Ni was speechless: "I remember I said when I helped you deal with the wound."

The dragon didn't say a word.

In fact, he really didn't hear much...because all his attention at the time was on preventing himself from screaming in pain...

The surface is as stable as a dog, and the heart is flustered.

Sang Ni thought about it carefully, and almost guessed it.

But why didn’t you see you so much before?

"So, how many memories do you have?" Sang Ni asked, "Do you still remember your name?"

"Basically forgot everything." Long did not shy away from it: "I don't have any impression about myself, but I don't have any problems with common sense and skills."

What is this called, traumatic amnesia?

Sang Ni remembered the drama he had watched before, but it was a textbook-like routine.

Reminiscent of the fact that the dragon was cursed by familiar relatives and friends... She felt that she had already made up a series of follow-up developments such as 80,000 words of love, hatred, hatred, sorrow and joy.

Then, when she looked up again, Kanlong's eyes were so painful that she was looking at a girl who stumbled.

"You... have suffered." If it weren't for a dead person without tears, Sang Ni felt that she could hold the tissue box and perform a sigh of relief.

Think about what she hurt and hurt him before for the garden... Sang Ni felt that her conscience was about to jump out of the coffin board.

Long: "..." No, is the amnesia that serious?

"I understand." Sang Ni looked at him sadly: "I will help you heal the remaining injuries."

"How do you cure it? Your human healing magic is useless to me." Long was a little inexplicable: "Besides, you are just an ordinary country mage."

Country Master?

Well, in fact, it is not considered to be underestimated, she is indeed farming and there is nothing wrong with it.

Sang Ni was stunned for a while. She wanted to say that she was a lich now and a necromancer before she died, but when she thought about it, she discovered that these two identities were of no use.

"I'll help you find a therapist." Sang Ni could only say this: "You don't remember anything now, and you can't fly. You can't let you find it alone."

"...It seems to be the same." Long, who didn't know anything about Sang Ni's thoughts, felt that she was making some sense.

After all, therapists are not so easy to find.

Human beings don't need to say, magic therapy doesn't work on dragons. There are only three places in the whole continent that can cure dragons.

The first one must be the Dragon Empire, but Sang Ni can clearly remember that he flew from that direction at the time, and he certainly couldn't go back and throw himself into the trap, right.

The second is the Druid tribe in the western Camille Wastes. Archdruids who are proficient in natural spells are professional counterparts in healing.

But here is the southeastern part of the Shia Empire. It takes the entire empire to reach the border of the Kamil Wasteland, passing through several fortress cities in the middle, and Sang Ni... is still a black house.

"Let's go to the elves sanctuary." Sang Ni said: "Although it is not the best choice, but the location is close, the elves do not lack the holy hand of healing."

Moreover, she had originally planned to find an excuse to visit the elves after the matter here was over.

"What the **** are you dreaming about?" At the side, Eriweier, who finally heard intolerable, closed the book in her hand: "The Elf Sanctuary is your backyard? Go if you want?"

In any case, she was still an elf before, and Sanctuary was the existence of home to her.

"Isn't there you still?" Sang Ni looked inexplicable.

"I..." Elevier gritted her teeth: "Do you think that I can go back like this now?"

She is no longer an elf, she is now an undead creature, a fallen death banshee.

The dense forest is no longer her destination, the goddess of nature is no longer the **** who protects her, and she will not reincarnate in the holy tree after the long life is over.

"Is that what you want?" Sang Ni asked back.

"Of course not!" If she had a little hope at the time, how could she make such a choice.

Sang Ni became more confident: "Since you did nothing wrong, why can't you go back?"

"Don't deliberately change the concept!" Erie Weier was very angry: "You don't know why!"

The sacred tree of elves will not accept filthy souls.

"I don't know." Sang Ni did not retreat: "But, I think you can, Ellie."

But why should the victim be punished?

After speaking, they all fell silent.

"...Although I didn't understand what you are talking about." Long waited for a while before the next sentence, completely unable to understand the situation: "I just want to ask, when will I leave?"

"That's a good question." Sang Ni saw that Elevier didn't respond, so he stood up and pointed out: "What about now?"

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