The Quetzalcoatlus hovered above Søren's head, but it did not fall.
The movement here had alarmed other people in the city of Mordor. Some people seemed to have realized the return of Søren.
"It seems that Vivian has trained it well."
A smile appeared on Søren's mouth, and then there was a little worry on his face, and he murmured: "Vivian didn't come. It seems that she should be the same as the previous few times, right? "
He didn't know why.
In the divine power obtained from killing the Demigod Vampire, Soran did not perceive the will of the Dread Lord, nor the will of the Demigod Vampire. The former may be that the Demigod Vampire erased the influence of the Dread Lord after he became a god, and the latter may be that the Demigod Vampire was not completely dead, or he had not completely disappeared. The existence of gods was different from mortals. Becoming a god meant gambling one's soul. After the death of mortals, the soul would go to other worlds to be reincarnated, but after the death of gods, the soul would completely dissipate.
Under normal circumstances.
Søren should have directly absorbed the soul power of the Demigod Vampire, but a part of it was taken away by the Hellpoemer at the last moment.
Hellpoemer's Requiem.
This strange legendary poet and the devil in the Baator Inferno were unclear. He probably knew more about the soul than Søren.
However, now was not the time to think about so many things. Søren planned to go and see how Vivian was doing.
The city of Mordor was already in front of him.
Søren looked at the further expansion of the planned city in front of him, turned to the psionic warlock behind him and said: "What do you think of this place?"
The psionic warlock chuckled and said slowly: "My master."
"You remind me of a person! A legendary figure from a long time ago! He was also a legendary pirate! But his legend has been buried by history! "
Søren showed a look of interest on his face and said: "Die. Who is it? Tell me! Maybe I've heard of it. "
Die.
DIE。
The psionic warlock rarely mentioned her name. She looked at the port of Mordor in the distance and slowly said: "Bodean. He's a legendary pirate who appeared in history. He's very similar to Master, but he's still a pirate, while Master has gradually stepped into the Eternal Kingdom of the Gods. "
"He built Baldur's Gate, a place that has long since disappeared in the annals of history."
"There should be no more legends about him in this world. Even though his name may have been more widely known than the gods, he was eventually buried by history."
"This place reminds me of Baldur's Gate."
"Modo."
"Although the city of Mordor has many similarities with it, one difference is that this place will stand for a long time because of its owner."
Bodian?
Søren had never heard of this name before. Time was merciless. Other than the gods, even the legendary figures would gradually be erased from history. As the psionic warlock said, there were no legends about Bodian in this world. However, Søren had heard of the name of Baldur's Gate. It seemed to be a very ancient city. Its name had some connection with the God of Massacre, but it was too long ago to know.
Søren looked at her and asked: "Where did you know this?"
The psionic warlock looked up at the sky and slowly said: "The Astral Plane."
"The travelers of the Astral Plane have been observing the changes of this world. Maybe thousands of years have changed the world, but for the residents of the Astral Plane, it's just a small team in the long river of history. The travelers of the Astral Plane will record the history of many planes, and the time span may be thousands of years. "
Travelers of the Astral Plane.
Søren smiled and did not continue to ask, because Gloria's figure had appeared at the city gate.
"You're finally back! … "
Gloria was wearing a black wizard's robe. She wore a pair of black lace gloves on her fair fingers, and a large, dreamy diamond ring inlaid on her finger. Her long silver hair shone brightly under the sun, and even the loose wizard's robe could not hide her exquisite and perfect curves. A hint of joy appeared on her face when she saw Søren, but when she saw the veil behind Søren's back, and her intuition told her that she was a beautiful psionic warlock, Gloria's expression suddenly changed slightly.
Then, as if nothing had happened, she gracefully walked up to Søren and naturally reached out to hold Søren's arm. It was unknown whether she did it on purpose or not, but she gently pinched his arm and said elegantly: "Is this our guest?"
Us.
Our guest.
The strange jealousy and special tone made Søren smile, and the psionic warlock in front of him could not help but let out a frivolous laugh.
Then.
She gently came in front of Gloria and looked at her beautiful face. Her figure slowly knelt down on one knee, but her knee didn't touch the ground. It was just a kneeling posture. The psionic warlock took Gloria's right hand. Gloria was at a loss. The psionic warlock kissed her fingertips and said in a slightly magnetic voice, "My beautiful mistress! … "
"My master's follower [Butterfly], a psionic warlock from the Astral Plane. It's nice to meet you."
"Perhaps I can serve you."
It was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but when the psionic warlock got up, her full breasts were exposed in front of Gloria, which made her feel a little overwhelmed.
“MYLORD！”
The psionic warlock's voice sounded in Søren's mind. She said with a frivolous tone: "My mistress is really beautiful! And really cute! … "
Søren's mouth twitched.
He took Gloria, who was holding his arm, and left, and replied directly with telepathy: "Don't mess around! … "
A frivolous laugh sounded in his mind.
The psionic warlock replied with a smile: "This way, the mistress won't have any jealousy, right? My master? It seems that our secret is not suitable to be told too many people now. "
…
A group of people entered the city of Mordor.
A few months later, the city of Mordor had changed a lot from what Søren remembered. The roads were much wider than before, and the drainage ditches on both sides had been completed. A sculpture was erected in the central square. It was Søren's heroic figure. Most of the neat brick houses had been completed. The construction of the garrison's camp and school grounds had been completed. The city gate had been rebuilt and expanded once. The reclaimed land outside was now a green wheat field.
Perhaps it was not as prosperous as the port of Mordor, but the port of Mordor's prosperity had a sense of hustle and bustle, while this city had a sense of heaviness.
This was what Søren needed.
The prosperity of the port was just fireworks in the air. This was his real foundation!
Council Hall.
Søren asked someone to arrange a room for the psionic warlock, and then walked toward Vivian's room.
There were no accidents.
The little girl once again entered the same state as before. She fell into a deep sleep.
"Lulu?!"
Following Søren was the Fallen Witch. When she saw Søren, her eyes lit up. She seemed to have found something that even Gloria did not. She had been looking at Søren with a meaningful look, but she did not speak. She just followed behind quietly. Occasionally, she would inadvertently look at her daughter with some kind of slightly guilty or other emotions.
Sitting in front of Vivian's door was a little catgirl.
She did not know how long she had not slept. Her beautiful big eyes had become dark circles. She looked like she wanted to doze off, but she forced herself to stay awake.
When she heard Søren's voice, she instantly jumped up and said in a daze, "Meow?! … Lulu is here! … Lulu has been guarding master! … Lulu is not lazy! … "
Søren leaned over and touched her little head, and said with a little heartache, "Lulu, be good! … Go and rest first … "
"We are here."
The little catgirl shook her head gently and said timidly, "No! … Vivian has been sleeping for a long time! … Lulu is a little worried … Lulu will guard her until she wakes up! … Meow! … "
…
(PS: Today's first update. There are two more.)
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