free lich

The afternoon sun is like a thick quilt, giving people a warm feeling, especially today, the wind is sunny and cloudless, so even on an airship floating in the sky, the temperature on the deck is also Gentle, but at this moment, with half a cigarette in his mouth, Don Quixote leaning against the railing at the end of the deck was motionless, probably standing there daring not to move.

45 degrees obliquely above his line of sight, there is a strange person floating, with a black cloak wrapped all over his body. A giant scythe that was as long as a person and shone with cold light.

"Huh~" A gust of warm wind blew past, and the ash on the cigarette butt in Don Quixote's mouth was blown away, "Excuse me?" Although he knew in his heart that this was nonsense, it was obvious that Xia Ya Donghai People who even the old fritters don't want to see, and they still have such a punctual appearance. Apart from the frightening god of death in the world of Faerun, whoever appears, there must be a dead person, is there anyone else?

There was no answer, and there was still silence. Except for the cold and dead power that did exist telling Don Quixote that you have no dizziness, there was no movement at all. At this time, there was no way for Don Quixote to continue waiting. There is no other way. Obviously, he must have done something to attract the attention of Death God, "Could it be the identity of a lich?"

Because of the lack of information, Don Quixote has already started to think wildly. Don Quixote himself knows that lich is a transliterated word, which does not exist in Faerun itself, but the true meaning of lich.Alsace told him that he was the one who lied to God.So.. thought of this.Don Quixote gulped down a mouthful of saliva, and lit another cigarette tremblingly. At this moment, all the previous memories really flashed in his soul. Unfortunately, Kyle was not able to get pregnant, nor was he pregnant. Being able to eat Char Qin, of course, I still feel a little bit emotional in my heart, what happened to Arthur Pendry...

"Huh~~ Sure enough," Don Quixote coughed softly a few times.He took a deep breath on the cigarette, "Am I really a pervert? These are the things I still think about when I am about to die, but what is this god of death thinking about? He has been here for so long without saying a word, just floating there with..."

What Don Quixote didn't know was that when he was looking at the god of death in mid-air, the god of death was also looking at him. Of course, it wouldn't be because of his status as a lich.Otherwise, the last time we met.It is estimated that his soul will be brought back to the underworld and thrown into the icy river of Styx, but in fact, the reason why the god of death really found him was because of the topic she had talked with the goddess of time and age, Phila, the Xia Empire Death is pervasive. For Death, although she doesn't like killing very much, she cares about death very much. For her, the dead soul is the foundation for her to maintain her strength.

However, in the afternoon, the information fed back by her avatar made her a little surprised, that is, the death aura permeating Shaar seemed to be constantly decreasing, and in order to prove that she was not mistaken, the avatar also deliberately used the god of death to prove that she was right. The eye saved a piece of visual memory, and then returned to the underworld.

This situation naturally attracted the attention of Osiris, the god of death. Death breath is a rule in the world of Faerun. If you use a language that is easier to understand, it is equivalent to a program trailer, which foretells that people in a place are about to die. In other words, the occurrence rate of this kind of forecast is almost [-]%. Perhaps a single individual will escape due to luck, but for such a large-scale disappearance of death, there is only one explanation for Osiris, and that is the future. People modified it.

So she cut a small piece of her soul, condensed a clone with all her abilities in the true sense, and let it come to the world of Faerun. Through her talent, she was born with the magical eyes of death, After searching for the reason of the matter, in the eyes of the god of death, the death energy permeating the Char Empire is continuously revolving around this person's body, but he can't get close to him. Quixote is like an air purifier, which filters out all the harmful gases such as oil fume and dust in a room.

And Osiris looked at Don Quixote blankly because she has never encountered such a thing in the tens of thousands of years since she was born, and it is a matter of changing the future. This is something that is difficult for a true god to accomplish, because what is involved here is not the question that it is enough to stop the war.

In fact, when the supreme existence of the world of Faerun determines the direction of a matter, no matter how the people below change, things will always return to the original line in seven turns, but the existence of Don Quixote But he broke this rule. It can also be said that he just helped the Xia Empire, whose luck was exhausted, to come back to life. It is a truth to be saved, and this is not something that can be solved by helping King Zhou of Shang to quell a few cholera, it is against the whole sky.

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The USS Liberty aircraft carrier is on standby at this time. That is to say, although there is no battle, the crew does not rest. It is still a shift system. It is necessary to ensure that there are talents for every position, and the one who is more difficult is Helen Mann. Della, as an adjutant, is here almost every day. Of course, since it is non-wartime, she is actually not that busy. Drinking coffee, sitting on a chair in the driving hall and reading the newspaper, the only regret is that she used to The luxurious life of aristocratic girls has gone away from her.

"Crack~crack~" Helen Mandela, with her legs crossed, tapped the buttons on the console a few times, and the monitor was aimed at Don Quixote who were smoking one after another on the deck. Only Don Quixote, if the god of death does not want to be seen by others, even the monitor cannot catch it.

"What is the deputy commander doing?" Seeing Don Quixote with a strange expression, Helen Mandela was a little suspicious, but that's all. In fact, a woman as smart as Helen can already tell that Xia Ya The empire seemed to be in the hands of Char Qin.But it is actually under the control of this man.Because Xia Yaqin's obedient attitude towards this man is enough to explain everything.So she is very careful to keep a distance from this man, if it makes Char Qin unhappy because of this, then it will be interesting.

"So who, turn off the monitor on the deck!" After only a few glances, Don Quixote issued an order to Helen through the headset.

"My name is Helen, respected deputy commander!" After cursing Don Quixote in a low voice, Helen tapped the button a few more times to turn off the camera.

"Cough~" Because he smoked a lot of cigarettes in succession.Don Quixote's mouth was a little dry, and he coughed a few times involuntarily, "Well, what can you do for me, Your Excellency?" Seeing the Grim Reaper who stood there silent for a long time, Don Quixote had no choice but to bite the bullet again. Speak to this strange true god.

"Swoosh!" This time, the Grim Reaper finally moved, but instead of moving his mouth, he moved his hands. The huge scythe fell straight down from Don Quixote's celestial cap, and the momentum seemed to split Don Quixote in two. Sample.Although Don Quixote is the mage of the ring, he has no chance to fight back in front of the god of death.I can't do anything except instinctively raise my hand to block in front of myself, the scythe passed through Don Quixote's body, the cold feeling is like someone stuffed his hand into your bed in winter, Biting cold.

"Huh?" After a long while, Don Quixote found that there seemed to be no change in himself. He stretched out his hand to touch his body in disbelief. There was no bleeding, and there was no part of his soul missing. It seemed that the knife just now hadn't come out.

"Strange fraudster," finally the god of death spoke. Although the timbre of the voice itself is great, it has no emotion and is a little stiff. "Strange soul, you can't be harvested, you are really...very disgusting!" Obviously, Reaper, who doesn't know how to express her emotions and doesn't know how to curse, thought for a long time, and finally found a word from her poor vocabulary to express her bad mood.

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"Tea, please," Don Quixote poured a cup of tea for Osiris, the god of death, in a living room of the Liberty, and put a plate of snacks beside him, "That... I don't know where the god of death is looking. What's the matter?"

"Dang!" Osiris put the gleaming scythe on the table, revealing a hand as white as a white man, and then this perfect hand like the goddess of time, Fira, grabbed the cup Tea, holding the teacup with both hands, put it to the mouth covered by the cloak, "It's delicious, thank you."

"No...you're welcome," Don Quixote hurriedly smiled and waved his hands, "you eat this, this is a pistachio, remove the shell, the seeds inside are delicious, fragrant and refreshing, and go great with tea!"

"Oh..." After eating a few pistachios, Osiris took another sip of tea, and then raised her head to look at the man in front of her. At this moment, Don Quixote finally saw the man in front of him clearly. Lord Reaper's face is unexpectedly cute. How should I put it? Compared with the mature queen style of the goddess of time, Osiris is more like a girl who has just reached puberty. Looking for someone similar to her, then maybe there is only Ling Boli, the heroine in a very old cartoon imported from Fusang that he has seen in his previous life.

However, there is still a difference. In Don Quixote's impression, Ling Boli has red eyes and light blue medium short hair, which is only about the length of the neck, while the eyes of the Lord Grim Reaper who has no expression on his face in front of him It is indeed pitch black, black without a trace of blemish, and the hair is also black, and from Don Quixote's point of view, it can be found that Lord Reaper's hair is long hair, and the exact length is hard to tell, but it is long enough .

It seemed that she wanted to say something, but because she didn't speak much, she couldn't form a language that satisfied her. Osiris opened her mouth and thought for a while, finally stretched out a white finger, and pointed at Don Quixote. Between the eyebrows, the cold feeling was transmitted to Don Quixote's soul through the nerves in time. Along with this cold feeling, there was also a strange soul wave, to be precise, the soul wave, so at this moment, Don Quixote It seems to be synchronized with the thinking of the god of death. Scientists once said that if human beings can communicate through thinking, the accuracy rate can not only reach [-]%, but the speed of communication will also be increased by tens of hundreds or even thousands of times, because the speed of human thinking It is too fast.

Therefore, it was almost the hand of Osiris, the god of death, that touched Don Quixote's forehead. The next moment, he understood the purpose of this god.

"Understood?" Death God Osiris withdrew her finger, and hid that perfect hand under the cloak. In fact, this is the second man she has encountered in her life. The first one is her. Father, God the Father, Peter Pan Ancient.

Don Quixote nodded slightly, just like Xia Donghai once said, his fate is peculiar, and he is not bound by the rules of the big world, so in other words, everything around him will change immediately , and this change is not based on his own will.

"Your existence has caused me to lose a lot of soul and faith. Those are all mine, and I will take you away." (To be continued...)

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