According to the normal plot of a fantasy novel, this was how things should have developed:
On the path of tracking down the evil cultists, the adventuring team that the main character was in was in a subtle relationship of competition and cooperation with opposing adventurers. They gradually collected clues and investigated the dark shadow hidden in the small town. Finally, with the help of the villagers, they discovered the mastermind behind the scenes. However, they didn't expect that the mastermind had already successfully released the sealed dragon lich.
The dragon lich was undefeatable. The two opposing adventuring teams could only helplessly band together to resist. However, the enemy was far too powerful, and they were still no match for him. At this critical moment of despair, a certain person stood up …
"Then, there's the delightful method of using cheats to fight the boss. The most common methods of using cheats include the main character's aura exploding, summoning elite reinforcements, and so on. A more logical method would be for a priest to burn her life force and perform a God's Descent. It'd be even more effective if it was a beautiful female priest. Perhaps the audience might even shed some tears. Right, if the female lead's popularity isn't high enough, she could sacrifice herself. Not only would she satisfy the audience's needs, but the second female lead would also take advantage of the situation and give the main character an excuse to explode in popularity. Although it's old-fashioned, it's indeed practical. "
"… Many of those legendary stories used this method. Although I've seen many of them, I still felt my blood boil. Especially when the female lead died, I really sympathized with her. I didn't expect there to be such a reason behind it. Truly, listening to a single conversation is better than reading ten years of books. You're definitely an outstanding scholar. "
The dragon lich Winlair kept nodding. He didn't even consider that if things really developed in a dramatic fashion, the main character would mysteriously kill off the boss in the story would be him.
Of course, we were just spouting nonsense in our hearts. Stories were stories, and reality was reality. In this world, there was no such thing as the weak defeating the strong for no reason. Winning just because you put your life on the line was just a joke. A true victor would definitely have an advantage, even if it was just luck.
"You feel that he's improving like he's using cheats, that he's progressing step by step into glory. Perhaps you just haven't seen his advantages and his private hardships."
People were used to ignoring the accumulation and repeated failures of successful people before they reached the peak. Those lucky ones who managed to succeed once due to a stroke of great luck, if they thought that they were the lucky ones and kept challenging those who were stronger than them, they wouldn't live long.
In a sense, White and the others were quite lucky. At the very least, if it had been a normal Dracolich, its corpse would have turned cold by now. Perhaps today would teach them a lesson.
"Is it okay to leave those guys on the ground?"
"It's fine, it's fine. I didn't expect the Legendary-level Holy Knight to be so weak. They all fainted from an excessive amount of negative energy. They probably didn't even see my face. But little girl, are you really a Gold Elf? Why does Negative Energy Blast seem to have a buff effect on you? You are also an undead, but I can clearly feel that you are a living creature. "
Harloys didn't reply. It seemed that she was still unhappy that I had sold her out, but when faced with Winlair's question, I spoke first.
"Hehe, that's a long story. It's a result of my personal research, and it involves Semi-Undead creatures. I trust that you, as a Dracolich, understand the rules. "
A mage's research results were his most important wealth. Forcefully stealing them would be the equivalent of starting a full-scale war. If he wanted to obtain information or information, he would at least need to give me an equivalent research result.
Winlair nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions. Even though he was famous for being easy to talk to among the Extraordinary individuals, if both sides weren't on the same level, it would be impossible to talk to him on equal terms.
Immemorial dragons were born with the ability to see through lies and illusions. Undead liches had abnormal soul vision. Winlair could tell that something was off from both sides. At the very least, he was unable to see through the little girl and the adult male in front of him. And the fact that even he couldn't see through them meant that they were definitely abnormally dangerous existences.
The Holy Knight's personal warhorses were the fastest to escape. However, they were all instantly wiped out. After us, the other adventurers and the Northlands' three-man team didn't travel very quickly. By the time they arrived, only the Holy Knight remained. However, these Holy Knights had died instantly. It was likely that they wouldn't even know what had happened.
As for us, who had already left …
"I never expected that you would agree to enter my residence. After all, this is a dragon's nest. "
The hole in the mountain range had already been sealed up. Winlair walked in front with an oil lamp in hand, while the invited guests followed closely behind him.
"I apologize, I forgot that you don't have night vision."
He suddenly snapped his fingers, causing all the magical oil lamps to light up. We were now in a hallway filled with murals. And, we had reached the end of this hallway.
* Crack! *
All the lamp posts on the walls were lit up. We were in a gigantic hall with extravagant decorations and beautiful decorations. The only thing lacking was that many gargoyles were currently repairing the ceiling. It would seem that this was the place where the disaster had occurred. As for the "collections" around us, they were either this dragon lich's personal collection room or his bedroom.
The sculptures, murals, paintings, and decorations were all filled with elven style. It would seem that this dragon lich was truly a pure elven fanatic.
But, the most ridiculous part was …
"Oh my, Winlair, are you Korean or Thai … cough, do you look like a female elf? Judging from your voice, you should be a male dragon, right? "
"I was a male dragon when I was alive. As for after death, gender was meaningless to begin with. The pursuit of beauty was my only goal in life. I spent my entire life focusing on the beauty of elves, so it was only natural that I chose the most beautiful elf template as my human form."
Winlair was about the same height as an ordinary elf, but he had sexy curves comparable to a succubus. His slender blonde hair was curled in a regal fashion. He was also one of the most outstanding elves in terms of pure beauty and domineering figure. His smile was so alluring.
If it wasn't for the fact that his powerful soul voice couldn't be faked, I really would have thought that he was a miniature version of the Gold Elf Queen.
"My … my mom! He looks so much like my mom! His smiling expression is exactly the same as her mother from back in the day! "
Winlair's somewhat familiar face caused Harloys to recall her past memories. But right after that, she was openly displeased. But right now, the enemy was stronger than her, so it wasn't convenient for her to make trouble for him.
"I'm tired."
Harloys didn't even look at the elven artwork that she had been so interested in earlier. She transformed into her cat form and jumped onto my shoulder, closing her eyes and yawning. However, this scene startled Katerina, who had been trembling and tugging on my clothes the entire time, as she followed me.
Catalina had once fed the silly cat food before, but the silly cat was completely uninterested in the leftovers from the bar. Now that so many inconceivable things were happening one after another, Catalina felt like it was too much for her to take in.
"Her Highness Harloys? I've heard of her beautiful name in the past as well. She's the most brilliant Gold Moon in the Gold Elf Empire. This incarnation of mine was based on a portrait of her from back in the day. Back in the day, my incarnation was only an adult version of my fake incarnation. "
Alright then, the original incarnation wasn't based on Harloys's mother, but rather Harloys herself. The silly cat's expression became rather complex when she heard this.
"Unfortunately, there's an obvious mistake. Gold Elves are taller than Superior Elves, and Superior Elves are generally taller than ordinary elves. Your incarnation needs to be at least one-third larger. That's the size that a Gold Elf should have."
Before I even finished speaking, Winlair, whose gender was unknown, took out his notebook and started recording. He then looked at me with a fervent gaze, as if he was waiting for me to continue.
After a long while, Winlair finally calmed down, seeming to feel somewhat embarrassed as he coughed lightly.
"Cough, what a pity. It's truly regrettable that I wasn't able to live ten thousand years ago. If I had the honor of seeing Her Highness Harloys's true appearance, I would be willing to exchange my entire lifetime's worth of treasures for it."
However, Winlair's gaze then turned towards the only mortal here.
"I wonder what this lady's relationship with you all is? The aura of death here is far too heavy. It's not suitable for ordinary people … I apologize for my lack of manners."
Winlair suddenly stopped mid-sentence. How many years had it been since this place had been properly ventilated? The aura of death here was so thick that it could directly suffocate a living person to death. The fact that Catalina had followed me all the way until now meant that she was definitely no ordinary person.
"Dragon descendant? Demon descendant? Divine descendant? "
However, I denied all of Winlair's guesses. Actually, Catalina had hidden herself quite well. If it wasn't for the fact that I had read the "walkthrough", I really wouldn't have been able to guess the truth.
"She's indeed not a pure human, but that's not important."
I paused for a moment and looked towards Catalina. However, I discovered that although her face was filled with fear, she didn't have any expression of shock or disbelief. It was as if she had long since known that she wasn't human, but was afraid that others would know the truth.
"Karo, you? Got it … "
I lowered my head and smiled at her terrified expression. Then, I rubbed her hair twice.
"I told you before that I'm a Myth-ranked hero. Why do some people refuse to believe me? Relax, I'm on your side. "
The next instant, I spoke to Winlair.
"Actually, it doesn't matter who she is. What's important is her father, Old Barton. He's quite the character."
That's right, I had stayed in this bar for half a year not because of Catalina, but because of Catalina's adopted father, Old Barton. Old Barton was a super fierce general who should have returned to the Legend-ranked battlefield ten years later. Old Barton was the Myth-ranked strongest dragon knight general. If it wasn't for the fact that he advanced too late and died early from old age, he would have been one of the top ten strongest individuals in this Holy War.
After more than half a year of training, Old Barton's true power level had far surpassed that of his peers in history. His ores were becoming more and more similar to gemstones. I had high hopes for that ugly bald man's future.
I also went to find Winlair to ask some questions, some answers that only he could give me.
"I originally found it strange that Old Barton, a local mercenary who had nothing better to do, was recognized by the proud Dragons and became a dragon knight general. Just where did he get his dragon bloodline, and it just so happened that he was a descendant of the rarest Cyan Dragons? But now it's clear. He, Barton Anton, the last descendant of the Hero of the Spear, is also your descendant? "
Winlair paused for a moment at my question, but then his face was filled with delight.
"She really gave birth to my child? She really does love me! "
My overactive imagination allowed me to instantly understand everything. At this moment, my worldview received a heavy blow. Barton was the descendant of the Three Heroes, so the "she" that this perverted dragon was talking about was naturally one of the Three Heroes. In that case, the so-called legend of the Three Heroes slaying the Evil Dragon was definitely far from reality.
"It's no longer strange for a Demon King and a Hero to fall in love with each other. It's also understandable that a Dragonslayer Warrior would give birth to a descendant of a Dragon. Yep, yep. It's completely understandable. It's nothing. "
"I-I don't understand! My ancestor was a hero who defeated the Evil Dragon, not some … "
But before she could finish her sentence, Winlair hugged her. His dragon's strength instantly swung the girl up like a swing, but the next moment, she returned to his soft, rippling embrace.
"If your father is my descendant, then you're my descendant as well? How pitiful, you're so thin and weak. It must have been hard on you for so many years without any elders to take care of you. You can call me Grandpa, and I'll take good care of you in the future … "
But the next moment, he noticed that something was wrong with the girl in his arms.
"Eh? You're not a dragon descendant? You're not even a living creature? A metal skeleton? What kind of lifeform is this? "
I hesitated for a moment and looked at Catalina, who had a face full of fear. I knew that it was time to face reality.
"Winlair, have you heard of the Haletdam generation and their taboo research that touched upon the divine realm …"
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