Vincent, who was trapped in the passage, tried hard to think of a way to escape. Whatever was pressing on the exit, it seemed too heavy.

While mages have invented many spells to avoid doing physical work, and they can even move objects with just their thoughts, this ability is not unlimited. Even with the power of magic, Vincent cannot move heavy objects without the appropriate spells . However, in the era of the Great Arcanist , there was once a spell that could make an entire mountain peak fly in the sky. That could be called a miracle created by magic.

"I have no choice but to drill a tunnel to get out." Since you can't move, just go through it. While Vincent was concentrating the magic power of attack spells in his hand, the thing above its head shook, leaving an exit.

"Vincent! Vincent!" Shelley's voice came from the gap: "Did you hear it? Can you crawl out?"

Pulled by the four hands of Shelley and Kubert, the sweating mage finally broke away from his suppressed state. He dusted himself off and then looked back to see what was blocking the entrance.

"You...well, young mage. I...well, my landing place was not quite accurate."

brass dragon he had encountered on the ship . However, he did not have the grace and grace when he was driving the boat, and now he looked like he was dying. On his huge body, broken wounds can be seen everywhere, countless scales have disappeared, and what remains are only traces of various spell attacks. Whether it was ice or fire, or even the fire that the Brass Dragon could resist most damage, it all left a clear mark. But the most deadly thing was the two black spears in his heart and neck.

"What's wrong with you?" Although Vincent is not a priest, he can clearly feel that the dragon's life is constantly draining, and it is difficult to survive. He said: "Who are you fighting with? Are there thousands of enemies coming to besiege you?"

" Greafury , it's over." These four words spit out by the dragon shocked Kubert. Just as he was about to ask, he was suppressed by the dragon coughing blood. Queen Hernvanre is doing her best . Use magic to keep the dragon alive.

"Queen, and Vincent. A terrible war... is coming." The dragon's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he used all his strength to move his claws. There were only two fingers left because of the injury. The dragon touched a scale under its neck and lifted it off: "Queen, this... this is my residence and my tomb. Vincent, don't let the angel... don't let her leave your body..."

Finished. He closed his mouth and eyes and stopped moving no matter how the mage shouted. Only every time Queen Hern Fanrui uses a spell, the body of the Cisse dragon moves. But this movement became slower and slower, and finally, the dragon's tongue stuck out of its mouth, and he completely lost his life.

Vincent turned his head, looked at Pastor Kubert, and asked angrily: "Why don't you cast your spell and come to help!"

"My abilities are not enough." Kubert said helplessly: "Her Majesty the Queen keeps using the Great Healing Technique and the Complete Restoration Technique that can completely restore the wound to treat the dragon, but it can only delay the time of death. I have used up all the time. All the spells were used, but they had no obvious effect."

"The wounds on his body are too severe. And an unknown curse makes it certain to die." Her Majesty the Queen came over. Her steps seemed a bit unsteady, and the feeling of sadness made this beautiful elf look tired and haggard. She said: "The curse comes from the two weapons stuck in his body, but I can't pull them out. That will cause its death immediately. And the resurrection spell has no effect on such an ancient dragon."

"Who did it?" Vincent looked at the wounds on its body and thought of the place where the dragon had gone before leaving: "With so many traces of spells, could it be that some great mage from the Mage Association decided to slay the dragon?"

"I don't know either, but one thing is very strange. Those two weapons do not belong to the mortal world." Her Majesty the Queen pointed at the two spears: "Although I am not like the Mage Association, I have seen all the artifacts, but I have I can recognize most of them. The capabilities of these two weapons are close to the standards of artifacts, but there is no record. What puzzles me the most is that on the handle of this spear, there is the emblem of the Sun God engraved... …”

Kubert ran over. After observing it for a moment, he turned to Vincent and the Queen with an expression of surprise: "This is impossible! Brass dragons, like angels, are the best friends and subordinates of the Holy Greafury . There is no priest or priest of the Holy Greafury . The knights will point their weapons at them! Not to mention such vicious weapons!"

"I understand this too." The Elf Queen said: "But he has died, and he died with the answers to many questions.

He struggled to fly back to the Holy Land Heather, leaving behind only unsolved mysteries and dying instructions. "

"I think there is still a way to make him speak." Shelley suddenly said something. She looked at the dragon's body thoughtfully: "Even if he cannot speak when he is alive, he can speak after becoming an undead."

"No. In any case, the undead are an evil and contrary to the laws of nature. The Brass Dragon will not accept this choice." The Elf Queen said.

"Shelley, when creatures become undead, they will become unreasonable and very different from when they were alive." Vincent said, "Even if we do that, there is no guarantee that we will get the answers we want."

"But I still think this is the only way." Shelley explained: "And the dark elves can create soul-bound corpses. They not only retain most of the memories of the person's life, but also absolutely obey the orders of the maker. However, since you don't want to I don’t care if I know why the weapon engraved with the emblem of the God of Light is inserted into the body of the brass dragon.”

Priest Kubert frowned, his eyes never leaving the two black spears. When the brass dragon fell from the sky, he saw with his own eyes that the dragon was covered in bruises. The two spears hit the dragon's vital points,

And caused the two largest wounds. The Elf Queen used unimaginable power from Kubot to heal the Brass Dragon 's wounds, but she still failed to save his life. It was the magic contained in these two items that hindered it. Although in the pastor's heart, he always hoped to prove that the emblem was a forgery and was carved by someone with ulterior motives to frame the fault. But he had no choice but to discover that it was the emblem that formed the center of the magic circle on the weapon, which could never be imitated.

"I also want to know the answer to this question." Kubert finally said: "But creating undead will not be my choice. If possible, I will start investigating inside the Greafury Temple."

"Perhaps this is the best." Vincent nodded and said, "Your Majesty, I have obtained what I need, and the environment there will never be affected in any way for at least ten years. I think there is no need for that. After a long time, I can return this stone."

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"I know you will do this." The queen said with a smile: "In addition, here is the necromancy orb left by Nomoto. Of course, you will be more familiar with the name Fei Yi'an. Although it still exudes evil breath, but I believe that a magic item is only as good as its user, not its function."

Vincent took the undead orb and immediately felt the cold touch on it. From the surface of the crystal-like bead, a numbing chill stabbed directly into the palm of the hand. If you look closely, you will see that there are many clouds and mist rolling inside the beads, forming some faintly visible words.

"I will keep it." Vincent said, and then stuck the bead on the top of the powerful staff: "If war comes again, my undead will join the righteous side."

"Speaking of war, Master Vincent, it's best to start your trip to the north as soon as possible." The Queen said: "Have you chosen the route?"

"Orcs are still raging in the territory of Holy Greafury . It may take a long time to cross from south to north." Vincent said: "But since Moon Harbor City has been recaptured by humans, I chose to take a boat to this north. port city. Then plan your next move there.”

"Aren't you going to set off with us?" Kubot said, "I can enable you to travel unhindered within the territory of Greafury . Moreover, the warriors of the elves will also accompany you."

"Thank you, but no need." Vincent nodded. Said: "I don't want to get caught up in the complicated banquets and various reception activities, and would rather choose to go on the road alone. Moreover, I prefer sailing on the sea, especially after the fishmen have been wiped out in large numbers."

"Since you choose this way, I can provide you with convenience." Queen Herne Vanre said: "The elven ships in Unicorn Bay were very seriously damaged, but there is still a port to the north of it, where there is a port with Fenton and The seaport where Greafury transports goods. If nothing else happens, there will still be human merchant ships docked. You can easily find transportation there."

"In this case, everything is planned." Vincent looked back at Shelley: "Wait until I say goodbye to a few friends. Then we can set off."

"Then I'll clean it up." Shelley replied. Then she looked around and said, "Where is Sokka?"

When the dragon fell, everyone's attention was attracted by the brass dragon , and they temporarily forgot to pay attention to the little angel's actions. Vincent's insightful eyes immediately began to scan the area, while Her Majesty the Queen focused her attention on the passage.

"She's there." The Queen pointed to the spiral staircase under the dragon with a smile: "I can feel it, she's coming up soon."

Sure enough, a ball of golden hair emerged from the gap beside the dragon, and then a small white hand. Shelley pulled Sokara up, but was startled by the white thing she was holding on her chest.

In the hands of angels. The white tiger, who has always been ill, is taking a nap comfortably. Because he was so skinny, the animal looked more like a white cat. Sokka looked at Vincent with wide eyes, pouted and said, "I think it's so pitiful..."

Just as Vincent was about to speak, the Elf Queen had already smiled at Sokka.

She said: "Then you can keep it. But once this little guy grows up, he will be very good at eating."

"No problem, I will feed it well." Sokka answered happily. But she suddenly looked a little worried, and asked Vincent timidly: "Is it okay..."

"I've been carrying you around here and there, and I haven't even bought you a toy." Vincent thought for a while and said, "Then you can keep it, as long as you don't let it run around."

"Oh! That's great." Sokka kissed the little tiger hard, and then whispered in its ear: "Then you must listen to me in the future."

Three days later, Vincent and his party waited for the dragon's funeral to be held and prepared to head west. Since he didn't want to disturb too many elves, only a few people Vincent was most familiar with came to see him off at Heather's ferry.

In the mist, the early morning light has not yet completely broken through the shackles of night, and the warmth has not yet come to this land. Shelley put the packages needed for the trip on the boat. In addition to the necessary food, there were snacks for Soka and Little Tiger. All they had to do was follow one of Erutalon's tributaries down the river. You can arrive at Mislanda Port and transfer to a boat there. Although Vincent felt that the food he brought to the tiger was not enough no matter how he calculated it, when he thought about Soka's decision to take care of her pet's life, he decided to leave this test to the little angel to solve on his own.

"Vincent, will we meet again at Greafury ?" Carol said: "I will go to Holy Greafury to participate in the battle there."

"Yes. Just be patient and careful. Also, don't forget to find Lambert." Vincent neatly placed the last package at the stern of the boat, and then waved to his friends standing on the shore: "Salantir gives What I left behind will always be unforgettable memories.”

"Besides memories, there should be other things." The Queen unfolded the package in her hand, where several cloaks were neatly placed: "When you go through wind and rain, your friends from the elves will protect you from the wind and rain. Wear them. Try it on and see if it fits."

"Is that a magic cloak?" Shelley took a look and said, "I still can't wear magic items made by elves."

"I know this, child." The Queen said: "This one given to you is not a magic cloak. Although it is completely handmade by elf craftsmen, although it has effects that ordinary cloaks cannot achieve and is passed down by outsiders. But it is not a magic cloak. The elves sewed the sun, moon, stars and every leaf in the forest into this cloak. Put it on. You will be a friend of nature. No matter it is wind, sand, rain or snow, it will not intrude on you again. "

"Thank you." Shelley took it and said, "I will wear it."

was the opposite color to his mage robe . It will be very conspicuous if worn on the body. However, the mage still immediately put it on his body: "It's so cold in the morning, I just need something to keep out the cold. Thank you very much, Her Majesty the Queen."

"It's not just that simple." The Queen personally helped Soka put on her clothes, squatting down and fastening the lock on her chest: "Not only the severe cold and heat, but also many diseases and toxins will be isolated from the outside world by this cloak. . I know that the direction ahead of you is full of dangers, and there may be scary monsters blocking the way, but remember, you are never alone, but with the blessings of friends." She stood up and said: "The environment and We, the elves, can avoid the dangers that nature may bring to you. But there is nothing we can do about the fear that comes from our hearts. Those evil people who are eager for war may use various methods to extinguish the flame of hope. Be careful, friends. "

Vincent nodded, but he shook the mighty staff in his hand, and the necromancy orb on the top emitted white light. Then he said: "It's not just us who need to be careful, but those with evil intentions should be even more careful."

"Goodbye, my friends." Her Majesty the Queen waved her hand: "Be sure to use the tools in your hands carefully."

Carol used a wooden pole to push the boat away from the lake shore and watched it leave clear ripples on the water. Then disappeared into the morning mist. She said to the Queen: "Why do we have to separate in a hurry every time we meet? I don't know how long it will take to see each other again."

"Only in peace can we experience eternal joy. I don't know about goodbye either," the Queen said. But when she saw several elves around her looking at her with surprise and worry, the queen smiled and explained: "It's not that we can't meet, but that I will no longer use the power of prophecy to predict the future, so I don't know the answer. No matter what storms lie ahead, the elves should not choose to escape. Now, there is only one way left to reach tomorrow: to reach tomorrow."

Then, she turned away from Heather's shore and gently began to climb the stairs to the temple.

Of course, Vincent and others sitting in the boat did not see all this. Now the mage is turning the oars, controlling the direction of travel. Shelley didn't know what she should do, so she had to pass the time by counting the packages on the ship. Little Sokka has a new playmate, and he is taking Little Tiger to look at their reflections in the water.

"Brother Vincent, look! There is a very beautiful elf waving to us there." Soka pointed to the lake shore in the distance and suddenly said: "Do you know who she is?"

Vincent aimed his gaze in that direction and could only vaguely see her face in the mist. That face seemed familiar, very similar to the beautiful face he saw in the Broken Star Marsh , but it had many traces of the world. "Maybe I know, maybe I don't know." Vincent said, "Maybe it's an elf friend."

Shelley's eyesight was not as good as the other two. She looked for a long time, but could not see anything clearly. So she had to look back and said: "No matter what it is, her eyesight is really good. She can see us and wave."

Vincent frowned. Dark elves have lived in the dark underground world for a long time. If Shelley with this bloodline can't see, how can ordinary elves have such a distant vision? But when he observed the figure again, he could no longer find any trace of her.

"No matter what I say, she is really beautiful. And she gives me a familiar feeling." Sokka hugged the little tiger, regardless of whether it could understand it, looked into its eyes and said: "Little tiger, Do you think I will become that beautiful?"