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

The memory of Elevier began from the moment she was born on the sacred tree.

The sacred tree is conceived once in two hundred years.

Because only a small number of elves who love each other will hand over their blood to the sacred tree and ask for their children, so in fact, most elves have no parents.

But they will all be well taken care of, and the elves have always loved the cubs.

Elevier is one of them.

They wake up every morning, pray together with the priests, and then play in the woods under the care of adult elves, enjoying the freshest fruits and the sweetest spring water.

Adult elves are very friendly. For them, every elf is their treasure.

Elevier had many good memories.

The elegant and indifferent elf priest will not get angry even if his beautiful hair is tossed, he will hold her tenderly and tell the legend of the goddess of nature spreading life on the mainland.

The solemn and hard guard of the holy tree shaved a blunt wooden sword for her, just because she said something stupid to be the most powerful female swordsman of the elves.

And the archer who gave her crescent flowers. He had just grown up and was not much older than her. Every time he gave the flowers to her, he ran faster than the rabbit.

Because she is slow, she will be chased and beaten by the sister who takes care of her.

She has almost no time to be alone, and she doesn't even have many opportunities to be alone with a certain elf.

There were only three elves who had taught her to sing alone.

Avinya, the female envoy under the name of the priest, loves elves very much. After praying every day, she stays under the sacred tree for a long time. She sang the nursery rhyme first when Erie Weier heard it most often. One of the people who touched her.

Nari Lean, the elder sister who takes care of her most often, also likes to sing. She doesn’t like to follow the rules very much. She even avoided the priests once and took Ellie to the human town on the edge of the sanctuary to watch the autumn festival. In the evening, she Will sing songs to coax her to sleep.

And Nalilean’s good friend Xin Rui, who also likes to sing. Seeing Ai Li looks like she wanted to step forward but didn’t dare to look forward. She was also responsible for caring for the cubs, but she was persuaded away because of a mistake. Remember, she was a member of the Sanctuary Patrol.

They were once her closest beings.

But now she knew that one of them wanted her life.

Elevier didn't know what mood she was in to say these things.

After speaking, she almost exhausted all her strength and fell onto the bed.

Sang Ni didn't know what to think: "You calm down, think about it, things might be worse."

"Worse?" Her eyes were hollow: "What else?"

Sang Ni was cautious: "For example, all three of them want to kill you?"

Elevier: "..."

What else are you talking about? There is no love to die.

"Since you can't judge now, you can only find evidence first." Sang Ni seriously analyzed: "First catch the person who smuggled out the elf this time and see if there are any clues."

"Doesn't that reveal that we have discovered the inner response?" Ai Li slowly came over.

"But time is running out." Sang Ni was a little worried: "They will act at noon tomorrow. We don't have the opportunity to test one by one without leaving a trace. If we are too anxious, we will find flaws."

"Yes, according to your statement, she should pretend to be very good. I can't imagine that I lived with a death banshee for so long unconsciously." Sang Ni frowned, and there was no better way for the moment. .

"Ari, is there anyone in the Elf clan that can be completely trusted?" Sang Ni asked.

"Priest of the sacred tree." Eri replied without thinking: "She swears to the goddess of nature to protect the sacred tree forever. It cannot be a lie."

"That's good." Sang Ni finally breathed a sigh of relief: "You stay here and don't move, I'll take the elf to find her now, and make things clear by the way."

After speaking, she picked up the elf and walked out.

"You can't get in!" Ai Li chased and shouted: "The domain of the sacred tree will stop the invaders. No matter how strong you are, it's useless!"

"No, I can go in." Sang Ni didn't go far, she just turned around to the door next door, and pinged on: "Don't forget, dragons and elves are friendly neighbors."

The elves have no reason to refuse a wounded dragon to enter the sanctuary for treatment.

Before she knocked out a hole in the door panel, Long opened the door, and Sang Ni almost confiscated his hand and called out.

"Hurry up, it's a matter of life now." Sang Ni simply refused to stop and pulled the dragon out, and then ran outside with the elf and the dragon: "Don't ask what's going on, explain on the way."

The stunned dragon:? ? ?

who I am? Where am i? What am i doing?

Simply Sang Ni wasn't completely unreliable, and he explained the matter in a hurry along the way.

"So it's Necromancer again." Long concluded.

One after another made Sang Ni frowned subconsciously.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that the Necromancer has been doing things a bit frequently recently. A few days ago, he wanted to kill the dragon. How long has it been to abduct elves again?

But she didn't have time to think about it, so she could only solve the current problem first.

"I took the elf and hid in your shadow, you go directly to the elf priest, you can't believe any of the others now." Standing outside the domain, Sang Ni said.

"How to hide?" Long was at a loss: "Do you need me to become a prototype to block you?"

Forget it, it looks a bit stupid after all.

"...No." Sang Ni rolled his eyes: "It's just that you will feel a little uncomfortable, so bear with me a little bit."

She used Shadow Suiju which belongs to black magic.

The shadow follower will make the caster hide in the shadow. If the shadow belongs to a certain life form, it will have a very obvious feeling.

How does it feel?

Anyway, Long now feels like he has a stomach stone.

"Hurry up." Sang Ni was still urging in the shadow.

No other magic can be used in the shadow follow state, but the speech is still unrestricted.

alright.

The corner of the dragon's mouth twitched, resisting the urge to vomit and stepped into the sanctuary.

Even if it was not an intruder, as soon as it entered the sanctuary, the nearby elf guards immediately noticed it.

The elf guard saw the dragon a little bit puzzled: "Friend, are you having any trouble?"

"Yes." Long resisted not vomiting and his face was not good. He naturally exposed the hideous wound on his shoulder: "Please take me to see the priest, I have been seriously injured."

The dragon's aura was very obvious to other races. The elves didn't doubt his identity at all. Seeing the obvious and very heavy wounds on his body, they took him to the priest's residence without hesitation.

It can also be said to be a very silly and sweet race.

Sang Ni thought silently in the shadow.

Fortunately, although it is getting dark, it is not too late. At least before the elves are sleeping, the guards led the dragon through the large woods and came under the sacred tree of the elves in the center.

The height and circumference of the sacred tree are far greater than that of ordinary trees, but the trunks are nearly twenty meters in diameter.

A long vine ladder hangs from the tree, and above it is a tree house.

Rather than being a tree house, it is actually more like a small palace nestled in the middle of the tree canopy.

"Your Excellency just finished the evening prayer." The guard said, "You can go directly to her."

"Thank you." Long nodded, and grabbed Fuji Ladder.

The vine ladder automatically rolled upwards, and soon brought the dragon up to the canopy.

The light was shining in the palace in the middle, and as you approached, you could see the graceful figure of a young woman standing in front of the door.

"Hello, guests from afar." The priest's face was with a gentle smile.

When Long walked in front of her, her expression became a little surprised: "Why are you?"

Long stood still with a sullen expression on his face. Before he could speak, he leaned over and covered his mouth and let out a retching.

priest:"…"

No, what do you mean?

However, this is not over yet.

When the dragon was sideways, his shadow fell right in front of the priest.

Then she watched a comatose elf emerge from the ground!

At this moment, even the well-informed elf priests had a blank expression.

A dragon, after retching a few times, an elf appeared out of thin air.

So what are you vomiting? Are you morning sickness? No, you are a dragon, let alone a male to you!

"Uh... let me explain..." A very painful voice sounded out of thin air: "No matter what you think of, it's not what you think..."

priest:"…"

Dragon:"…"

Please shut up.

Closer to home.

"Who are you?" The priest retrieved the expression he should have: "Why are there elves here?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Sang Ni said in the shadow: "But I came here just for the elves."

She quickly told herself the whole process of finding the elf in the tavern, torturing the murderer, leaving a stand-in, and bringing back to the sanctuary.

The priest was furious at hearing: "There is an internal response."

"Yes, I can be sure that she is a death banshee disguised as an elf." Sang Ni was very satisfied with the priest's ability to react.

"Do you know any clues?" The priest frowned.

"There are a few suspects." Sang Ni said: "Why don't you look at his injuries first, we now have a common enemy."

The priest could of course see that the dragon's wounds were left by the curse of the undead: "Of course, you go on to say that I will not be affected."

After speaking, a faint light shone in her hand, and the light sank into the dragon's wound, and began to repair the missing flesh and blood.

"Okay." Sang Ni then confessed the three elves Erivier had said.

Of course, she deliberately avoided the name of Elevier.

"It is not ruled out that there are others." She added at last.

"According to you, they will act at noon tomorrow." The priest sighed heavily: "When the time comes, the inner response will either run away or die."

In any case, it is very dangerous, especially this inner should be very close to the cub.

Who knows what she will do in the end?

"I can find out that internal response." Sang Ni hesitated, but decided to help: "However, I need you to temporarily open up my permission to enter here."

First of all, because she is a lich, the supreme existence of the undead, the disguise of all undead creatures is paperless in front of her.

Secondly, because she is a lich, once she is here to release her shadow follower state, the guardian enchantment of the elven sanctuary will forcibly expel her in less than half a second.

"I can give you permission temporarily." The elf priest looked a little cold: "But how can I believe that what you say is true?"

She is not easy to deceive.

Even if Sang Ni is hiding in the shadows, the breath of death on her body is not weaker than that of the Necromancer!

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