I, Lich, Can Raise a Dragon [Western Fantasy] - Chapter 13

The elven priest’s gaze swept across Sang Ni, and the anger in her holding Elevier, the anger in his eyes almost materialized: “What are you going to explain, a good show you directed and acted?”

“If you think about it, is there any benefit to self-directing and acting?” Sang Ni explained: “I don’t know what the person who brought you here said, but if you only choose to believe him, what I did before is What purpose?”

“Your purpose?” The priest sneered: “The Dark Vatican has been plotting against the Elf Sanctuary for a long time, and the purpose is not clear enough?”

“Are you trying to say that I stole the baby elves, and then deliberately sent them back to the sanctuary, in order to be involved in the sanctuary?” Sang Ni pointed to the dragon: “Then he? Why does he cooperate with me?”

Sorry, I will pull you into the water for three minutes. Sang Ni silently apologized to Long in his heart.

“Do you still dare to say?” The staff in the priest’s hand almost touched Sang Ni’s face: “Isn’t it because you used the evil undead curse to severely wound him, and even erased his memory, in order to use this opportunity to enter Sanctuary?”

Sang Ni was speechless.

What kind of pot did that **** Xitan dug her?

What made her most helpless was that Long looked at her eyes changed.

Just think about it, what kind of reversal Long has experienced in just a few hours.

The savior he thought was a murderer who took advantage of him.

The innocent person who originally thought became the perpetrator.

“Things…not what you think.” Sang Ni’s language was pale and weak.

She didn’t know what Xitan said specifically, she was very passive at first, and now she can’t argue with her.

Xitan apparently started planning after the death of the person who sold the stolen goods, and had a great understanding of her behavior patterns.

Sang Ni currently thinks clearly, it can basically be divided into three steps.

The first step is to let her go to the Elf Sanctuary to file a complaint and find out the real culprit.

The second step is to take Elevier away, set up traps and wait for her to come.

The third step is to go to the elven sanctuary and fabricate a specious “truth” based on the news he got.

Finally, before the opening of the good show, the curtain naturally ends.

Forced every step, borrowing a knife to kill.

Sure enough, I’m still a long way from calculating people’s hearts. Although he doesn’t like what Xitan is doing, I have to say that he is indeed a qualified careerist.

Suddenly she didn’t bother to explain, after all, there was no evidence, and everything she said was just a one-sided statement.

She is now a Lich, once belonged to the Dark Church, whether she wants it or not, for everyone, this is the original sin.

“Forget it, do you believe it or not.” She shook her head, holding Erie Weier in one hand, and taking out a vine-like staff out of thin air.

Soul Eater Demon Flame, high-level dark forbidden curse, instant.

Xitan has calculated everything, but he doesn’t know where Sang Ni is now.

It can be said that if she really wants to do something to the Elf Sanctuary, the protective field that blocks countless necromancers is a thicker wall.

It is time-consuming and troublesome to disassemble.

The rising flame quickly pushed back the elves, but could not cause damage to the dragon, which was originally the incarnation of flame.

Long An looked at her quietly, her bright golden eyes gleaming amazingly against the black flames.

“Do you also think I hurt you?” Sang Ni walked to the dragon in a black sea of ​​fire.

The flames circumvented interestingly, leaving a small open space.

“I didn’t.” Long looked down at her and complained aggrievedly: “But you must have lied to me.”

“Well, I lied.” Sang Ni laughed lowly: “Because you are so cheating.”

The silly dragon that fell in front of him does not deceive Bai nor deceive.

“And you are still hiding it from me now.” Long continued to complain.

He felt that something was wrong when Sang Ni asked him to enter the sanctuary.

Isn’t Elevier herself an elf, why can’t we go in?

Sure enough, there was a problem in the end.

“I’m sorry.” Sang Ni apologized frankly: “But I haven’t figured out how to tell you yet.”

“Actually, I have something to hide from you now.” Long said suddenly.

“What’s the matter?” Sang Ni asked subconsciously.

Long just waited for her to ask. He said, “When will you think about what you are hiding from you, let’s talk about it.”

What is this, do kindergarten children exchange secrets? Who rarely knows.

Sang Ni rolled his eyes: “So, is there any place you want to go now?”

“No.” Long answered honestly.

“I just helped a **** carry the pot.” Sang Ni looked at the dragon and said, “Now, I plan to find him and smash the pot on his face.”

“What do you mean?” Long was confused by her two pots calling over.

“It’s very troublesome to explain.” Sang Ni skipped the topic and moved a little closer, the tip of his nose almost reaching where he could reach by leaning forward.

The moment she raised her head, she almost felt the dragon breathe.

“Will you follow me?” she asked, looking into the dragon’s eyes.

The dragon’s eyes are more detailed than humans, and there is a thin and transparent scale on the surface as the second eyelid. Due to the refraction of light, his eyes look particularly cold.

It’s no wonder that dragons on the mainland are the darling of the creation gods. This indifference gives the dragons a special divinity.

But at this distance, his eyes could only pretend to be her.

In a piece of bright gold, she looked at the burning sea of ​​fire behind her, and she looked like an ordinary young woman, fresh and bright.

Sang Ni hasn’t had the idea of ​​living in peace for a long time recently.

She wanted to see the world more, whether it was filthy or beautiful.

“Uh.” Long looked away a little flusteredly: “If you are begging me…”

“I’m begging you.” Sang Ni smiled and bent his eyes: “Please, come with me.”

Long nodded quickly, his eyes drifting around and he didn’t look at her.

Beyond the flame, she heard the elf priest with several wizards chanting loudly, trying to summon the water of life to extinguish the flame.

Sang Ni glanced at the direction where the sound was coming from, then added another fire.

She just wants to raise a dragon, no one can stop it.

“Let’s go.” She put her staff on the ground, and the long-distance moving circle lights up.

After half an hour, the elves finally put out the fire, but there was no one in the room that had been burnt to an empty shelf.

“Remote movement, instant, useless scrolls.” After checking the remaining magical power fluctuations, a fairy envoy said to the priest’s side: “The man named Sannyis is stronger than he said.”

“Have you found Xin Rui?” The priest turned his head and asked a completely irrelevant topic.

The holy envoy was stunned for a moment, and then said: “No, the guards have already searched the entire town.”

The priest stared indifferently at the burned attic: “Where is the tavernkeeper she mentioned?”

“There was a big fire in the tavern five hours ago. The owner and the people who sang were gone.” The envoy replied, “It was not a natural fire, it was man-made.”

“Is that fire consistent with the magic fluctuations just now?” the priest continued to ask.

“It’s not the same.” The envoy replied affirmatively, and then suddenly understood something: “Priest, you mean…”

Who on earth lied?

“Either one of them lied, or none of them told the truth,” the priest said.

“Continue to look for Xin Rui’s whereabouts.” She ordered: “Prepare their portraits, and send them to the Holy See in half a month, and ask the Pope to post them wanted.”

“Why is it half a month later?” The envoy asked in doubt.

“For half a month, if she can’t prove that she is completely innocent, then it can only be true.” The priest said, and then remembered one thing: “Before, the messenger from the Dragon Empire came to the sanctuary. Haven’t mentioned the news of their crown prince’s disappearance at all?”

The holy envoy hesitated: “No, it’s weird. Doesn’t His Majesty Dragon Emperor care at all?”

“Block the news.” The priest sighed secretly in his heart: “You must not let the Dragon Empire know that the prince has been to the sanctuary.”

The envoy was surprised by the result of her treatment: “You are not with the Crown Prince…”

“It’s just a good personal relationship.” The priest said calmly: “After all, it is the internal affairs of our neighbors, and it is not easy for us to interfere.”

“Yes, I’m going to inform the guards.” The envoy saluted and prepared to turn around and leave.

“Avenya.” The priest suddenly stopped her, and the conversation changed: “Erivier, will she never forgive me?”

She is the guardian of the elven sacred tree, but let a young elf be captured by the necromancer.

She later sent guards several times to find, and even went to the Holy See in person to request assistance.

However, it fell to nothing.

“Priest, this is not your fault.” Awenya was sad: “Unfortunately it is too late.”

Their little elves have disappeared in a corner they didn’t know.

What I see now is a tortured death banshee.

Maybe the real death is the best way to get rid of her.

On the other side, Sang Ni took Elevier and the dragon and landed in the wilderness outside the town.

Sang Ni took out the alchemy accessories to cover up the breath of death from the storage ring and put it on her, and the death banshee turned back into a blond elf.

Then she grabbed Alice’s shoulder and shook her: “Wake up.”

Erie Weier woke up faintly, and it took a while before she completely remembered what had just happened: “Why don’t you let me explain?”

Sang Ni said unceremoniously: “Explain what? Are you in a hurry to find death? You figure it out, as long as I’m fine, don’t think about it!”

“You…” Eriweier was so angry that she didn’t want to talk. When she turned her head and saw the dragon next to her, she was immediately embarrassed: “You are here too.”

“Yeah.” Long’s attitude towards her hadn’t changed much, and he was proud to mention this: “Sanny Is begging me to come.”

Sang Ni: “…” Did I show his face too much?

Ai Li was also a little speechless, but she was still very cooperative: “It’s really rare, I mean, it’s rare for her to make a wise choice.”

Sang Ni: “…you are almost enough.” She suddenly felt that she had found two ancestors for herself.

“Well, then you have another chance to make a wise choice.” Erivier asked: “Next, where are we going?”

Sang Ni thought for a while and took out a map of the mainland.

“The elven sanctuary is located on the eastern border of the Shia Empire, and the dragon empire to the southeast.” She pointed to the coordinate point: “We walked north along the border line, bypassed the Guangming Holy See in the imperial capital, and went to the Xiguang Fortress in the north. .”

“Are you going to find the main hall of the Dark Vatican?” Erivier asked.

“I have to join Sarros by the way.” Sang Ni added, after thinking about it, and explaining to Long: “Although I can’t specify, but I have an old hatred with the Dark Vatican. This time I will settle accounts together.”

“Who is that Sarros?” Long wondered.

Sang Ni thought about this question carefully: “A mercenary I knew before had an enmity with the Dark Vatican and has been tracking down the Necromancer.” By the way, after he died, I was transformed into a death knight. She added silently in her heart.

The author has something to say:

Do you think Sang Ni is slowly wrangling with the elves?

Will you understand if you drop ten?

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Rise from the ashes

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