"Dragon Lich? Stop joking. Dragon Liches aren't well-liked among Dragons. There aren't many of them at all. How could we possibly encounter such a rare antique? "
"I'm not joking. This Dragon Lich seems to be furious. Hurry up and save him, at least before he kills all the lives around him."
When the violent explosion blew up more than half of the back mountain, this sudden duel naturally came to an end.
Along with the flying sand and pebbles of the mountain, a black pillar of magic rose rapidly like a beacon. It was a terrifying magic that was a mixture of death magic and Dragon's Might. Finally, it transformed into a pitch-black dragon of smoke in the sky. This was the symbol of an enraged Dragon Lich.
Liches were not to be trifled with. They were a way for archmages to prolong their lives when they were at the end of the road. Although the weakest liches in name were at least Legendary-rank, and although transforming into undead creatures would weaken their physical bodies, the long years of experience had allowed them to accumulate mage knowledge far beyond that of ordinary archmages.
Dracoliches were even more difficult to deal with. Unlike the fragile body of a lich, there was an essential difference between dragon bones and human bones in terms of quality. The body of a Dracolich, which was formed by the combination of dragon bones and magic power, was even stronger than the high-level undead bone dragons. Dragons, who were born to be good at both magic and dance, had no reason not to continue to use magic power to strengthen their bodies after death.
While making up for their flaws, the fact that they were willing to transform themselves into Dragon Liches instead of Dragon Tomb Guardians, Specter Dragons, and other undead dragon species could only mean that they had already walked very far on the path of magic in order to preserve their spell-casting abilities as much as possible.
If a lich was the benchmark of an archmage, then a Dragon Lich was the benchmark of an adult dragon and an archmage. It was rare and abnormally difficult to deal with.
"What terrifying evil!"
"Holy Light! That enemy is worth fighting! "
"Blade of Justice, Third Squad of Holy Knight Squad, everyone is here! Gather! Charge towards the location of evil! "
The high-level Holy Knight who could summon a mount was preparing his lance. The other Holy Knights also naturally entered battle mode. The bishop tried to stop them, but was directly pushed away.
"Please don't stop us. It is our duty to defeat evil at the last moment of the great search."
Sometimes, the Holy Knight class was not only difficult for opponents to deal with, but also complicated for their own people.
For example, the Holy Knight before them was obviously a mega boss that they couldn't deal with. Most people would think that if they could defeat this boss, they would fight it. If they couldn't defeat this boss, they would be afraid. However, when facing an enemy that they couldn't defeat, the more evil and powerful the Holy Knight would be, the more excited they would be due to the Holy Knight's sense of honor. And if the Holy Knight had a town or people they wanted to protect, they would fight to the death without retreating.
Seven years ago, after the battle between the Holy Light and the Guardians, Estrada's deeds spread throughout the entire world. The fact that the entire world was shrouded in darkness became more and more obvious, which made the Holy Knight even more excited whenever they encountered battles of sacrifice or protection.
Although some people mocked the Holy Knight for being like berserkers who didn't know when to retreat, they had to admit that their bravery and sacrifice had indeed saved many innocent lives.
This was also the main reason why the Holy Church's reputation kept worsening, and why the Holy Knight was always so well-liked by everyone. Everyone would never forget those who truly treated them well. But right now, this "fearless of powerful enemies" trait of the Holy Church was giving their "comrades" quite a headache.
"With such frightening magic, they're unhesitatingly charging forward? Didn't the manual say that if you meet an enemy you can't defeat, the first thing to consider is self-preservation? "
"… That's not the main point. The main point is that they're so aggressive. They're probably going to attack the moment they see the enemy. Why aren't they communicating with each other first before yelling about killing and attacking? Could it be that anyone who uses dark or undead magic is definitely their mortal enemy?"
However, the Northland trio was quite calm. At the very least, the training they received didn't allow them to treat all undead and dark mages as natural mortal enemies. Apart from the humanized Northland factions, most organizations and countries wouldn't include self-preservation and calm communication in their training manuals. To them, cannon fodder and tools wouldn't be as useful if they learned how to think.
But at this moment, the two investigation teams were on the same boat. If the Holy Knight really angered that powerful existence, the entire town would probably suffer a calamity.
After some simple communication, the Northland trio followed suit. However, they first returned to their rooms to grab some backup tools.
Before that, all of the mercenaries stationed at the Rhino Tavern also took out their weapons. At the very least, they were able to observe the situation at the scene, which was better than waiting here.
Just as I was putting away all of the gambling scrolls and wagers, I was about to take a look as well, hoping that I would be able to collect the silly cat's corpse in time. However, before I could leave the room, I was pulled back by a hand from behind.
"What are you going to do? It's not like you can help, so don't cause trouble for everyone. "
Although her tone was unyielding, there was some worry on her delicate face. Catalina held a broom as a strange dark-yellow light flashed in her eyes.
I paused for a moment, but the next moment, I smiled and made a decision.
"It's about time … Then, come with me. You can look after me, so you can be at ease, right? "
I reached out and grabbed the little girl's hand. The little girl struggled to break free, and her face instantly reddened. However, I didn't have the time to explain.
"Old Barton, let's go out for a while."
I hurriedly ran out of the tavern. Before I left, I even waved at the tavern owner.
I jumped onto the horse beside the tavern, pulled the little girl up, and prepared to ride together with her. However, before I could take more than a few steps, the furious roar transformed into a solid dragon's roar.
"It's you bunch of tin cans again. I was hiding underground, yet you were still able to find me. Fine, if you don't give me an explanation today and don't compensate me for my treasures, I'll wait for your God to come and take me away!"
The resentment in the dragon's voice rose to the heavens, and dark clouds suddenly gathered. The berserk anger could transform into a solid black whirlwind. Being able to transform one's will into something that could interfere with the world was also a sign of power. I once again revised my evaluation of this dragon lich. It was likely that he was at least a top-level mage with a Soul World. In that case, those dozen Holy Knights were basically given away for nothing.
As for these Holy Knights … it seemed that they had taken the blame for someone, and many of them might have already died.
Even I felt slightly guilty at this moment, but after thinking about it, I got over it.
"At any rate, they're here to investigate this matter. In the end, the Death Council will definitely involve the dragon lich. Compared to using the normal method of talking to the villagers, accepting small quests to increase reputation, and investigating one clue at a time, directly fighting the boss will greatly save time and resources."
[Fighting the final boss without leveling up and obtaining a holy sword? Are you sure you're helping them carry smurfs and not sending them to hell?]
"Cough, aren't I going over to help …"
The Rhino Tavern wasn't too far from the mountain behind the town to begin with. Riding horses, we even surpassed the adventurers on foot, but when we arrived, we saw a frightening scene.
A gigantic white bone dragon was roaring angrily, and in front of him was a golden-haired human girl.
The Knight Captain White, who had attempted to save the Knight, was trampled under the dragon's feet, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive. The Holy Knight's heads were all buried in the ground, and the third team of the Sword of Justice Knight squadron had already been completely annihilated.
Her slender golden hair was as smooth as silk, and her small face was as cute and alluring as a red apple. At such a young age, she already had the ability to attract people to commit crimes.
"Let go of that loli, let me do it!"
The moment I shouted this, the scene instantly froze. The dragon lich looked at me in astonishment, and then I realized that something was wrong.
"… I think I misspoke, cough! Let go of that girl, come at me if you dare! "
The dragon lich suddenly raised his head, and his vision swept back and forth between me and the golden-haired girl. Then, he raised his head and let out a shocking roar, and a black dragon's breath tore through the sky, the aura of death materializing.
The next moment, the dragon's eyes, formed from green soulfire, appeared in front of me.
"Soul connection? Finally, someone recognized you! You're this brat's guardian! Not only did your brat play with firecrackers and blow up my house door, but all my treasures that I've accumulated for thousands of years are all gone, all gone! What do you think we should do! These are all precious replicas from the Elven Empire's era. Although they aren't the real deal, they're still the masterpieces of an elf master. You — can you even afford to pay for them!? "
The dragon's finger bone pointed at the ruins in front of me, where a pile of what used to be elven sculptures was abnormally eye-catching. It would seem that those precious artworks of the past had all been destroyed by the explosion.
The next moment, the dragon lich started rolling around on the ground and crying bitterly upon seeing the pile of rubble.
"My treasures! My one-to-one replicas of the elven beauties! In the name of Aichy, how can this world be so cruel!? "
I paused in surprise for a moment as I looked at the dragon lich who seemed to be wailing and asking for compensation. For some reason, I recalled the tragedy of a brat in a certain world's otaku treasure trove, as well as the pitiful scene of those expensive figurines being torn apart.
"Tsk, another lich otaku. As expected, lich that have been otaku for too long are all perverts? "
Looking at the current elf who had a face full of disgust as she said hurtful words through our soul connection, but on the surface, she still pretended to be innocent. For some reason, I recalled the tragedy of Annie's surprise attack in Sulfur Mountain City. When my rare magazines and one-of-a-kind books ended up becoming that naughty brat's scribbles, Annie also looked at me with a face full of innocence. I pitied this unlucky dragon lich even more.
I suddenly recalled that in the information I'd read, this strange dragon had lived together with the elves for a very long time. Perhaps it wasn't because she coveted magic or secrets, but purely because she wanted to collect materials for her creations.
Looking at Harloys, who was pretending to be innocent just like Anne back then, I recalled how I could only patiently reason with the brat after being robbed countless times by the brat without being able to lose my temper. I felt rather displeased.
And the best way to vent my displeasure was to make others even more displeased.
"Stop crying. You're a dragon lich. Don't even mention the Elven Empire's ancient trash and crude replicas. I have the Elven Empire's Elven Princess here. Her inventory is definitely more abundant than yours. Right, you shouldn't be two thousand years old yet, right? Then you definitely haven't seen the Gold Elves of the Elven Empire before. They're said to be the most beautiful and perfect elves. If you use them as a model, perhaps you'll be able to create a masterpiece. "
The dragon lich stopped, but his soulfire began to burn fiercely.
"Really? Gold Elves? Impossible! No, Truth Seeing didn't react. You're telling the truth! There really are Gold Elves in this world! "
This dragon lich had locked himself away more than three hundred years ago. At that time, Harloys was still the Banshee Queen. It wasn't wrong at all to say that the Gold Elves were extinct. Right now, he was twisting his body in delight as black mist transformed into a pair of wings. His entire body seemed to be dancing a strange dance.
"Wait a moment, you, you actually dared to sell me out! Dragon lich! He was the one who told me to set up a magic array to blow up the mountain! Hurry up and eat him! "
"Tsk, a Gold Elven magical pet for rent. As long as you have enough rent, everything is negotiable."
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