Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 118 Past Events
  “Itain is a bustling big city, you may not understand my initial shock.

I set out from the countryside of the Kingdom of Cosqui and finally arrived at the most prosperous maritime capital of Ulthuan! Although they did not welcome me. "

Tigris laughed at himself and recounted the grand occasion of his first outing.

Lynch knew that the Archmage spent his childhood in bed, and his illness made it look like he might die completely at any time.

Lin Qi was only curious about the mortal city-state. After seeing the uncanny craftsmanship of the ancient saints, it was difficult for the lizard people to marvel at the skills of mortals.

The most majestic city in the world is undoubtedly the First City, and the many floating islands above Itaza are also unique. They are like smaller temple cities.

Unfortunately, it is a restricted floating garden and Lynch cannot visit it at will.

If you want to shock Lynch, you can only seek the power of the dark gods.

"My father is obsessed with repairing Aenarion's dragon armor. There are always many copies of unique artifacts. I didn't think they were genuine at first." Teclis said slightly frivolously.

Lin Qi shook his eyelids. He knew that it was the relic of the first generation Phoenix King, and it should now be in the possession of Tigris' brother.

This is the armor that almost all warriors dream of. Not only can it resist magic, it is also indestructible. The magic runes on the armor make the wearer fearless of all attacks.

Lin Qi didn't care. If his scales underwent another round of transformation and enhancement, they would be no less than the so-called dragon scales.

Tigris danced his slender fingers, and the radiance of magic flowed in the air, outlining a simple picture. This picture was blurry, as if it was deliberately concealed.

A ship sailed in the storm. The pale and thinner Archmage tied himself in the room. His brother comforted him with concern... This was all Lynch could see.

Sword Master Hoth, who was farther away from the two of them, couldn't see anything.

"All the elves believe that my father was addicted to the grief of my mother's death, so he spent all his savings and diverted his attention by repairing the ancestral armor." The mage's voice gradually deepened.

"I don't hold any grudge against him because I'm equally sad."

"As a down-and-out aristocratic family, I never thought that after my mother died of illness, we would be visited by important people from Itaien." Tigris mentioned the "big people" with a hint of joking.

The Archmage sneered, not caring about the face of his fellow clan members.

"They will not do anything without profit. After losing our mother, our wealth is not even as good as that of the civilian families in Itaien."

Lynch smelled a touch of sadness, and the Archmage still had a smile on his face, so he hated Asul's social style. The elf always refused to express his vulnerability.

"Fortunately, although my aunt is rude, she still remembers the family affection between us."

For some reason, Lynch sensed the sourness of the Archmage. Perhaps he was ashamed of the poverty of his native family and lost face in front of his wealthy relatives... Elves are always like this, feeling sad about such trivial matters.

"I thought I would die that year. I have to thank her. She prepared a medicine for me that could alleviate my condition." Tigris' indifferent tone did not let Lynch notice his gratitude.

There is a more twisted story in it, but Lynch is too lazy to pursue it, and Teclis is not an ancient saint.

"I learned more incredible magic from her through observation, although they always refused to believe in my abilities."

The Archmage tried his best to conceal his arrogance and resentment, but inexplicably missed the peaceful past.

At that time, he was just an ordinary elf, trapped in the attic, and learned about the outside world through his brother every day. “You may not understand that it is difficult for mediocre things to believe in something better than themselves.”

Lin Qi swept his tail slightly, trying to explain that he understood, but was too lazy to speak, so he simply turned over and continued to sunbathe.

The thorn of Taibok was deeply sunk into the wooden stake, which made it uncomfortable to turn on his back. Lynch calmly turned back again.

"Of course, I have to admit that my recklessness at that time was unwise. I didn't understand the dangers of magic at the time, and I almost harmed the elves nearby."

The longing emanating from Teclis overcame the sourness and pain. Lynch knew that this elf cub was homesick.

After all, Asul is not a cold-blooded species. For simple goals, cold-blooded species can wander outside their homeland for thousands of years without wavering, while hot-blooded species always have to spend time reminiscing about the past.

The Archmage was still telling his story, unaware of Lynch's indifference, because the lizard man roughly knew Teclis's experience.

"I once thought I would die on that voyage... because the inexplicable increase in black magic power caused a storm. To be honest, I couldn't adapt to life on the ship."

"Fortunately, the room I live in is luxurious enough. After all, my brother and I are prisoners who want to meet the Phoenix King. They are great big shots." The Archmage emphasized the pronunciation of "big shot" sarcastically again.

"We are descendants of Aenarion. This is not a noble status. There are many descendants of the first Phoenix King.

In fact, it created a burden for us. I initially thought my aunt was out to poison me, and Azur was always suspicious of potential heirs to the Curse of Khaine.

We cannot claim to be princes until it is confirmed that we have not inherited Aenarion's curse. "The aroma of barbecue slowed down the elf's speech.

"Perhaps you don't know that my ancestor, the great "Guardian", became the chosen one of the God King Asuryan after bathing in the sacred fire of the Phoenix.

He and Caledor Dragon Tamer are Asur's greatest heroes. "The Archmage's words were more respectful and no longer as frivolous as before.

"But he later pulled out the Divine Sword of Kane and brought the shadow of Kane's curse to the elves. I don't want to mention the God of Bloody Hands. His cruelty still plagues Assur to this day." Tigris said calmly. Solidify.

"After arriving in Itain, my grandfather, a noble noble of high status, and my cousins ​​did not welcome me because of my poor health.

In fact, they almost threw me into the sea. "

The mage teased in a low voice. He has now successfully turned over and is no longer the child who allowed others to laugh at him.

"Fortunately, everything went well after that. The current Phoenix King is a wise king, but I never thought that I would be targeted by the legendary demon..."

Lynch stood up suddenly, interrupting Teclis' story.

In the tense surroundings of the Archmage, Lynch rushed towards the cooked cold lizard meat.

The muscular limbs of the cold lizard were occupied by Lynch. He devoured the delicious barbecue like a glutton and looked at the torso of the cold lizard cut by Asul with unfulfilled interest.

Tigris arrived belatedly, laughed dumbly, and took the meat skewers handed over by the Sword Master Hoth.

Lin Qi ate half of a cold lizard and simply drank some dew from the banana leaves.

Without a variety of seasonings, the barbecue actually doesn't taste good.

(End of this chapter)