Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 554 From Ashplink's Flute (Igroth's Treacherous 36)

While Irathone didn't complete her task, neither did the scholar punish him as he said.The Green Dragon Priest has her unique characteristics. Her innocence has not ended with the times. This baby-like innocence has the charm of uniting everyone around her.This vitality is also needed by the current dragon priest council, because this group of elders who have existed since the last era are old enough.

"My tribe, ancient humans..." The noise disappeared, and the black dragon priest Olmheid grabbed the lower half of his long staff, slowly introducing the family he had guided like an old man. "My tribe has changed. During the 50 years of my abandonment, the number of tribesmen has decreased sharply in the famine and the invasion of giant beasts. The current population has become homeless with less than a hundred people. They were driven out of Saha Zane , step by step towards extinction in the desert..."

Mr. Scholar widened his eyes, "My lord..."

"It is quite simple to seize power in such a weak tribe. I just need to give them some help and give them the right to survive. Now I have joined my tribe as an outsider and become a weirdo Some cumbersome elders who know shamanism. They have lost their heritage in survival, and the elected leader is a young man named Zalar, a wise and calm decision-maker."

The leader of the ancient human race was a wise man.Such a choice that is fortunate for all endangered tribes, in the eyes of scholars, is just a kind of sadness that things are different.Ancient humans admired wisdom, and it would have been absolutely impossible if it had been the time when Olmheide was in power.

There is competition among the dragon priests, and there is also competition among the family members.In the final battle of the plan, only one family member will become the leader of the new era, and this decision has also stirred up an undercurrent of fighting among the dragon priests.The two most powerful families are the mystics led by Morrokoi who admire wisdom and study magic, and the berserkers led by Ormhead who worship force and exercise their bodies.The two leaders respected each other and fought for a long time.This battle finally ended with the narrow victory of magic. Facing Olmheide, the incarnation of power, Ireen, as an arrogant monarch at that time, also felt lucky.The mighty older brother was also a worthy opponent.

But now, the former opponents, ancient humans, have become so weak and weak.

"Everything will be fine, my lord brother. As long as we are here, we will revitalize the Clan again."

"I know, but I doubt whether those compatriots who are lost in the wilderness still have the blood to accept me. Sarah Zane is the home I gave them, but they gave up their home. Just like you once said, Morokei. [Only those who can be with the black dragon are stronger than death.] They may not be suitable for them now."

The scholar stared at the old man's eyes. Those deep eyes were like obsidian embedded in the cracked rock formation. Ormheide was still the terrifying monster back then.

"As long as my brother remains unchanged, then I believe that those warriors who are related to you by blood must retain the blood that is so unique." The scholar patted the shoulder of the black dragon priest, "I will help you, my lord, the wisdom of the mystic is still the same. deep."

"Hmph, my fist is still hard." The two dragon priests looked at each other, and the inadvertent leak of coercion disturbed the surrounding debris.

"Are we going to put our hands together and shout the team slogan, 'Long live the Dragon Priest' or something like that." A pinch of green hair appeared in the sight of the two of them. Flashes of excitement!
"...Will you deal with the dream elves?" Ormheide's eyes changed from sharp to depressed.

The scholar replied feebly, "Let me come. The Wandering City and the elves still maintain a close relationship. Through public relations, we can also have a certain influence on the Dream Forest."

Ormhead nodded, turned his back and prepared to leave.

"By the way, Morokei, have you found information about the keel? If not, my side..."

"I already have an idea of ​​the origin of the dragon bone. Just three days ago, someone blew the dragon-calling flute." The dragon-calling flute is a special tool left by the dragon priest in the favored group. Its function is to ask for help. At times, the Familia can seek help from other Dragon Priests and Familiars.After the death of the giant dragon, this magic item used to sing day and night, but all the dragon priests had long been disheartened, and this item became a waste.But now, the ancient props are played again.

"Where does the sound come from?"

"Ashprink, treasure of earth and stone, Manu (or the gem man). Maybe something happened to Koloss, but I must go anyway. His dragon Koloss, It is the most special one, and if we find his keel, it will be of great benefit to our plan."

"Morokei," the black dragon priest read out the ancient eulogy, "may the glory be with your wisdom."

The scholar smiled, "Is it time to return to the red tape of the past? Then in the new era, play the old song."

The scholar raised his head, and spoke his dragon language.

"May loneliness be with your strength, Ormhaide." The scholar opened the portal and left here.

Irason was standing beside her cruel sister, poking her head.The green dust had already covered the pages of the book with a thick layer, and Princess could no longer read the words on it clearly and pretended to be a wooden figure.She blew the cold wind, wiped off the green dust, and closed the pages.

"My dear sister, what do you want to do?"

Irason twisted up the corners of the flower-blossoming skirt, turned around in place, and then bent down to salute.

"May the pure be with your tide, Princess."

Irason opened her eyes wide, expecting something.

With a cold face, Princes did the same to her.

"May the fool be with your dreams, Irathorne."

"Hey... huh? You read it wrong! It should be 'May the ethereal be with my dreams'...Princes! You speak ill of me!!!"

"No, dear, you heard me wrong, I said 'Ethereal'."

"I clearly heard..." Before Yila Songen could finish speaking, Princess opened her arms and held her in her arms, stroking her long hair as soft as wicker.

"Poor Irason, you must be too tired to go deep into the dream, so you misheard my words. But it doesn't matter, I believe that you have received my blessings for you, right. Darling, you should now Take a good rest and go to the dessert shop in Wandering City to add some sugar..."

Irason's train of thought was disrupted by the sudden physical contact, and only...

"Candy! You're right, honey, it's time for me to take a good rest, do you want to come together?"

"my pleasure."

　I'm such a badass, I only thought of looking for Lao Gun Wulong Priest Encyclopedia until now, if I knew it would be so painful to name it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)