Chapter 660

The second star's son, Tiffany, has found the legacy left by Tiffany. Yalin is not surprised by this speed. The star's son's ability is very magical, just like Tiffany can project a split into his frost wing hall from thousands of miles away. The power of the star's son can't be explained by common sense and rules, just like a power of success.

Now Yalin really hopes that Tiffany can complete Tiffany's research. If the child can remove the shackles of sacrificial fate, he doesn't have to be against the innocent girl involved in the cruel fate because of himself. Just thinking that the shackles on the girl are set by the creator, Yalin always feels that the opportunity may be small.

No matter how powerful the son of the star is, he is still the creator's creation. For example, when the creator pauses, the fantasy killer who will be hemp is powerless. Just like the creator said, "the characters in the book can't resist the author of the book." the longer he gets along with the creator himself, The more Yalin can feel the meaning of this sentence, the more he feels his seemingly terrible but actually small body.

Some impatient Yalin sat on the garden bench and called for arrogill. Then Yalin handed her the lyre again.

This lyre was once a gift left by Tiffany to the White Dragon King when she left. Before leaving, the son of the star left a word, hoping that the Dragon King could take good care of the lyre. One day after she returned, she would pick it up and continue to play in the yarnod mountains. The White Dragon King took good care of the lyre as agreed, Even after tens of thousands of years, the lyre blessed with the power of the son of the star has not been consumed by even a little time, but its holder can no longer come back to play.

Arrogill didn't leave, but gently plucked the strings and stared at the elf girl. In a trance, Yalin overlapped everything in front of him with the scene ten thousand years ago. At that time, the king of the white dragon also liked to sit in the garden and listen to Tiffany's performance. For the Dragon King with endless life, this is his favorite thing. Even if he sits here all day, he won't feel bored.

"Master ~ do you have something on your mind?"

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ARIM did not answer, and elojer hurried to stop questioning. It's just that compared with the look of fear before, arrogill is much better now. At least she knows one thing. The ancient god in front of her is not a happy monster. At ordinary times, the ancient god won't be angry as long as she doesn't touch some sensitive topics.

"How did you practice the music I gave you last time?"

"Sorry, master, I can already play, but I'm not proficient."

With an apology, irogel said that the piano music is very beautiful, but the playing requirements are also very high. Up to now, although she can play it, she always loses some notes in the process and can't play it completely.

"Play it to me."

"Yes ~ master."

After that, Yalin closed his eyes and a familiar melody soon sounded in his ears. That's the music composed by the son of the star. It's a piano music that shakes the soul according to her life. Even the once angry dragon will be soft and quiet when hearing this music.

Immersed in the sound of the piano, Yalin thought of another question. If Tiffany had found Tiffany's legacy and chose to hide somewhere for research, God knows where Tiffany would leave something in the research workshop arranged by the former star son. You know, she could easily make master level magic guides and equipment by using the power of the star son, In addition, now the power of the son of stars is re blessed. It is estimated that no one in the whole workshop can find TIFFA. Even if they find the power to face the two son of stars, even the gods may not win.

Ding Ding~

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped and Yalin recovered in an instant. I saw a bloodstain on her finger holding the lyre, and a trace of blood was stained on the transparent crystal string at the moment.

"I'm sorry, master. I'm really not proficient in this song." Instead of worrying about her fingers, she quickly dried the blood on the string with her handkerchief.

Alin glanced at arrogill. Reaching out to hold the girl's white and tender hands, the white light flashed slightly, and the wound on her finger healed instantly under the power of advanced self-healing magic.

"Practice more. I hope I can hear the complete sound next time."

"Ah ~ Yes! Master ~"

Looking at the figure of Yalin gradually disappearing, there was a strange gentle look in her beautiful eyes with her fingers covered.

Yalin, who returned to odur City, was worried. Al Sid and others who went to the west of the mainland to look for the son of the star have not responded so far. The time for their departure has passed for nearly two months. As far as the distance is concerned, they should have arrived at the grassland in the Western Orc gathering area. Anyway, they should contact with the communication wizard at any cost.

Although there was a white dragon bodyguard behind, Alexis followed quietly. But until there was someone behind the holy capital, Yalin was not sure that Alexis could absolutely guarantee the safety of Al Sid and others. In particular, Alexis's own identity is more sensitive than that of a saint fighter.

Damn it! What the hell happened!

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Capricorn golden saint al Sid and Scorpio golden saint kaludia, as well as three other powerful silver saints. It has been almost two months since the Saxony Kingdom stepped into the area under the command of the holy capital in the west of the mainland. However, Yalin expected that the five people should be able to reach the assured prairie in the northwest of the holy capital in half a month. According to the data, where should be the autonomous habitat of the orcs? When he first saw the son of stars, Some ornaments on the other side made Yalin judge the approximate landing place of the son of the star.

The orcs are an ancient and wild nation. However, compared with the greedy and cruel ogres, the orcs have their own civilization and can communicate with people. Although they look terrible, the orcs who believe in the ancient shaman doctrine are not very aggressive. Generally speaking, as long as they don't disturb them, the orcs will be content with the current life most of the time.

Originally, some countries near the prairie in the western continent took the orcs as foreign nationalities and enemies to prevent, and there were frequent conflicts between the two sides. However, after the transaction of the holy capital spread, especially under the mediation of the saint flora of this generation, the whole Orc tribe and mankind have reached a peace agreement. In recent years, normal trade has even developed.

Humans trade many grassland specialties with orcs with salt, tools and daily necessities, which further strengthens the relationship between the two sides, and all these holy capitals have done great contributions.

But what Yalin didn't expect was. Al SID, kaludia and others have not arrived at the grassland because of some accidents, and in the final analysis, this reason is caused by Yalin himself.

"Can't you hurry up? Those ghosts are catching up!!"

"There's no way. There's too much cargo to carry. It's really impossible to be in pieces."

"Then throw everything away!"

"But"

"But what! You can make money without money. You can't buy it back without life."

On the sidewalk dug in the forest, a horse team is running fast, and many sneaky figures behind the team are running fast, as if they are tirelessly chasing the wagon team. It's not a beast or a bandit, but a more terrible monster than the first two - the undead!

It has been some time since the west of the mainland was attacked by the undead. Although with the assistance of the holy capital, the coalition forces of various countries successfully drove back the undead army and drove it back to the forest and land in the northeast, scattered undead teams still infiltrated from time to time along the long border. These undead kill every time they see the living, and the people killed by them quickly stand up and join the army of undead and start killing more innocent people.

It is precisely because of the harassment of the dead that the situation in the kingdom of bareka under the command of the holy capital belief has been unstable. The whole King * and the temple Knights of the holy capital have strengthened their patrols and eliminated many such wandering soldiers. However, under this dangerous situation, the demand for mercenaries by various commercial groups in the western mainland has also soared, and the employment price of mercenaries is also rising.

Originally, it was thought that only the Barreca kingdom was ravaged by the dead, and there should be few dead invaders in the Cordoba kingdom far away from the Barreca kingdom. In order to save money, there was no mercenary regiment, only the escort of the caravan. At the moment, the steward of the carriage caravan was regretful and was about to cry.

These undead are some fast and violent ghouls. Among the undead, they are only low-level undead. It's only one level better than skeletons and zombies. If you fight hard, you can still destroy each other at some cost, but the problem is that there are two powerful death knights and several skeleton Knights among these undead. Needless to say, skeleton knights are just some skeleton soldiers riding skeleton horses. They can be eliminated as long as they don't attack, but the two death knights don't hurt.

According to the news released by the holy capital, death knights are a very powerful undead. They fully inherited their fighting skills when riding war horses. After becoming undead, they also learned more and more evil spells. They are usually judged to have the strength of a big Knight at least. Two death knights plus many undead who don't know the number. Now the convoy's escort is absolutely irresistible.

The guards in the carriage kept shooting bows and arrows to knock down ghouls one after another, only ordinary arrows, except through the heads of these disgusting undead. Otherwise, at best, it will make the fast-moving Ghoul fall a somersault, and then the ghoul will quickly get up and continue to chase with the arrows inserted in his body.

"Hold on for a while. We have arrived in the suburbs of the city. We have just contacted the garrison in the city with a magic guide. The garrison troops have gone out of the city to support us."

On the front carriage, the steward shouted at the top of his voice to boost the morale of the guards. However, the ghouls who kept rushing to the team still caused a lot of losses. Some Coachmans and guards were taken off the carriage by these bloody souls, and then they were broken up by a large group of ghouls following them in a scream.

"Ah!! no arrows?"

When a guard was about to continue to take the arrow, he found that the arrow bag on his back was empty. At this time, a ghoul following the motorcade jumped up quickly, aimed at the guard who stopped shooting and bit it.

"Ah ah!!"

When the guard came back, he was frightened to see that the big mouth with a strong rotten smell and full of blood and sharp teeth had reached his eyes. At the moment when the guard was disillusioned, one hand grabbed his collar and pulled him to the rear, In an instant, the failed Ghoul just uttered a big piece of wood, and then fell on the ground like a rolling gourd.

"Thank you, you saved my life."

The terrified guard looked at the black haired man who offered a helping hand behind him. However, the other party didn't say a word, but stepped forward a few steps to the edge of the carriage. When a ghoul jumped up again, the man waved his left hand fiercely. The ghoul seemed to be crossed by an invisible blade, and the ghoul who cut off half of his body spewed out a thick black blood and rolled down.

This!! The guard was stunned. What did the man who reached the caravan hitchhike just now!? (to be continued.)