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Flint naturally picked up Gaines's tune and sang the chorus: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, the green maples rustle,
Wang: “What do you mean?”
Wang: "Yeah, I also felt yesterday that we might have to fight Elzam again today. After all, we fought on the front lines in the previous wars. This time, sitting in the rear, it is indeed a bit unexpectedly comfortable."
Gaines shouted, "Don't be surprised, my friends. You have survived and are alive and kicking again in a few days, so cheer for surviving the war!"
With a shake of his hand, the melody of the lute seamlessly switched to a cheerful tune.
They were all a little surprised when they saw the scene in the rescue station.
"I will sing for you."
Elizabeth was about to reply when Rosalie put her arms around her waist and started dancing with her.
He sang, clapped his hands and tap danced.
The king looked at Elizabeth and said with a smile, "You should wipe the sweat off your face. Is this mark on your chest Rosalie's breast?"
Of course, the aristocratic dance of the northern great country was somewhat incompatible with this cheerful folk song, but no one cared about that.
Wang scratched his head. At this time, Xiaobai climbed onto his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "I didn't expect to be able to spend the war like this yesterday. I thought we would definitely have to fight on the battlefield."
The female dwarf smiled - a smile by dwarf standards, and a laugh by human standards.
She saluted Flint and said, "I want to dance with you a few more times, but I still have to treat the wounded. Goodbye, Bearded Man~"
Elizabeth asked curiously, "Is there anything at the church headquarters that's worth diverting?"
After saying this, the female dwarf wearing Lancelot's standard nun uniform hurried back to her post.
Flint waved his hand. "Don't mention it, dwarf. Go on playing. I'll give you the beginning."
"I blushed and felt a little flustered.
"I'm going to talk to her."
Wang: "I think so too. I also want to take this opportunity to observe how dwarves fall in love."
Flint saw the harmonious dwarf Mammy and stepped forward, extending his hand and inviting her to dance with him.
Wang: "Ah? I don't know how. Have you forgotten the last time you wanted to teach me to dance and ended up getting your feet stepped on and swollen?"
Wang: "Where does the creation come from?"
"One summer day,
Flint straightened up, glanced at the female dwarf, and boasted proudly, "Of course, this is the beard I am most proud of. When I was still living in Minos, this beard was the best in the entire dwarf community! I wonder how many girls were fascinated by my beard."
Some people even clapped along with the rhythm.
The king looked at the dwarf and asked, "How did you come up with the idea of playing here?"
“Picking grapes by the basket.
The nobles of Monrovia and Kusaniya had masquerade balls, where young ladies could dress up as men and dance with their female partners, so young ladies like Rosalie and Elizabeth had learned men's dance steps.
Elizabeth smiled and turned to look at Wang: "Shall we dance too?"
Wang: "Maybe it's a feint to the east and attack in the west. Move out the main force of the church and then attack the church headquarters."
A large number of wounded soldiers were sent to the infirmary.
Gaines quickly said, "Okay, okay! I get it! How about some happy songs? How about talking about the girls from my hometown?"
"I'm a bard," Gaines spread his hands. "It's a bard's custom to sing for the wounded and heal the wounds left by the war. Every bard will do this. In addition, the homesickness of the wounded is also an important source of inspiration for our creations."
When the song ended, Flint touched his limp legs and panted heavily, cursing, "Damn Karen for forcing me to wade into this muddy water."
King: "The church headquarters has sealed all the evil magic props obtained from the previous liches in the headquarters basement. Maybe Elzam wants some of them?"
Xiao Bai: "You mean the lich who treasures the spoon that can turn water into soup? Would he deliberately make such a plan? No, no, no, he wouldn't."
Xiaobai shook his head like a rattle.
Chapter 264 Elzam's Plot
While the Crusaders were suppressing the undead army, in the holy city of Lancelot, thousands of miles away, the lich Elzam walked out of a portal.
This city named after Lancelot is the headquarters of the Order of Lancelot. There are only two kinds of people in the entire city: church members and pilgrims.
In the center of the city is the magnificent Temple of Lancelot. All the roads in the city radiate from the temple to the surrounding areas, as if the sun is spreading its light.
Because Lancelot's priests provide free medical treatment to the people in the holy city, many dignitaries from various countries choose to spend their old age here - even if they have the wealth and power to do so, they cannot get the same level of medical services in their own countries.
Therefore, the holy city of Lancelot has a large number of luxurious manors, which form a sharp contrast with the dilapidated houses built by ordinary pilgrims, and all of these are equally bathed in the glory of Lancelot.
Lancelot's theologians believed that this was the embodiment of Lancelot's doctrine.
The location that Elzam was teleported from was the treasury of the order under the Holy City Temple. As soon as he walked out of the portal, he saw three clergymen wearing robes trimmed with gold.
The old man in the middle wore a tall white hat with Lancelot's holy emblem on it.
Elzam joked: "I have felt more than once that the 'crown' of the Pope of the Order of Lancelot looks like an unopened tulip."
It was not hard to accept that a lich had inspired the philosophical studies of Lancelot's theologians.
Therefore, the believers have developed many "ways" on their own that are said to be able to ascend to higher levels. Some people have accumulated good karma and spread the blessings of Lancelot, some have hidden themselves in seminaries to think about philosophy, and some have deliberately expanded the influence of Lancelot.
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Elzam sensed all this through his soul.
At this time, the cardinal on the right could no longer hold back: "What exactly do you want to take from the treasury? You invade the treasury every one or two hundred years. What attracts you so much? Is it the magic horn of Karzas?"
The Second Cardinal said nonchalantly, "There are too many things in the treasure house that could be targeted by evil creatures. If any one of them were taken away by a lich, it would pose a crisis that could be called the end of the world."
Their medical technology is also in a very primitive state due to the existence of healing potions, cure spells, and other spells.
Elzam: "I understand how you feel. I have aged before. At that time, I was even too old to hold a pen. I could only use the Mage's Hand to hold the pen, but my concentration was also decreasing. Let alone maintaining a spell like Ice Storm that requires concentration, even maintaining the Mage's Hand was difficult.
Chief: "The only regret is that we have not been able to find its life box, and there is no way to completely destroy it..."
Chief Cardinal: "But... I still find it strange. After reading the records of the Order about Elzam, I have a feeling that he attacked the treasury just like punching in for work, and was eliminated by the guards after the attack."
Pope: "This is a false proposition. There are countless dwarves who do not believe in Torag. Gnomes who do not believe in Carlis Newman can even form an Explorers' Guild, with members all over the world."
"With my combat ability, it is basically impossible to defeat the strongest priest in the world. Therefore, the treasure house of the cult is a place that I can never get my hands on.
They could only watch the Pope die - no, step into Lancelot's temple.
"Only a very small number of people in these races believe in gods other than their own protectors. But humans are different. Humans have no protectors, so they believe in a variety of gods. This is very strange if you make a longitudinal comparison between races."
The Pope smiled and said, "Unfortunately, the elves have their own beliefs, and they are very loyal to their patrons. Only half-elves will become believers of my Lord."
Elzam: "But humans do not have a patron saint..."
The Pope interrupted it: "Sir, are you here to discuss theology with me?"
"That's enough!" The Pope interrupted Elzam again. "We have talked enough. No matter what you have tried, I am not interested! Let's get straight to the point."
The Pope spoke up: "Although I can see that you are in high spirits. But I am not interested in a long conversation with you. I am old, and it is very difficult for me to stand like this now."
The Chief Cardinal stroked his chin, thought for a while, and then said, "Is it possible... I mean, hypothetically, Elzam's life box is actually in our treasury. Every time he causes trouble, it is to make us stronger and better protect the treasury..."
The rage had obviously drained away his already limited physical strength.
"Compared to them, my army of the dead is much better than them. They are united in purpose, and every individual is serving the interests of the group."
Elzam: “A half-elf is fine, at least he can chat with me for a few hundred years.
"Of course not. The sins I committed cannot be forgiven by confession. Even a good-tempered god like Lancelot cannot forgive me." The lich let his chin click against his upper jaw. This was his "laughter". "I can only say that I was naive in the past."
“But they failed, and the performance of the famous generals was not much different from that of ordinary death knights.
But this is Gralia, a plane of idealism.
The Pope was furious and struck the ground with his scepter: "How dare you say such blasphemous words! How could my Lord allow a lich's phylactery to be in his treasury!"
At this time, the Pope spoke up: "From another perspective, our sect should be grateful to it. Every one or two hundred years, it will cause a big incident. Every time we suppress its Undead Army, the sect's reputation in the entire continent will be greatly improved."
The Pope continued to knock the ground with his scepter. After a few knocks, he suddenly started coughing violently and fell forward.
Mages study how divine spells work in order to attempt to physically reproduce them, whereas priests study how divine spells work primarily through philosophical inquiry.
Conversely, the more religious a person is, the less likely he is to understand the nature of the world (*)
But Lancelot never shares his grace with mages. As long as one is a mage, it is impossible for him to become Lancelot's priest.
The Pope dragged his weak body to the remains of the lich. After a careful observation, he announced: "The lich Elzam Malcolm has been killed once again."
"But that's not the case. The living believe that the resurrection of their dead relatives is a blasphemy to them, and they cannot tolerate their relatives turning into ugly zombies.
This is mainly because the priest's level-up is entirely based on his piety to God, but there is no quantitative evaluation standard for piety. Lanslo has never told the priests how to level up.
"There is no such thing as a kind lich. The longer I resist, the stronger my instincts will become. I even began to hate the living. Every time I was surrounded, I could see the living pulling each other's legs and plotting against each other.
"If the reaction of the living is due to their subjective feelings, then the reaction of the dead is based on instinct. They will instinctively devour the living and make them join their side.
Second Place: "The defense of the treasure house will also be strengthened."
"Considering that there is still so much research to be done, the only option left is to transform into a lich."
"It's talking about the undead creatures it controls," the Chief Cardinal corrected.
It paused, and said something that the church wanted to cover up at all costs: "In the past, I thought that as a priest of Lancelot for so long, the good qualities I had accumulated would make me a kind lich.
The Pope continued to roar: "Are you trying to say that my Lord is in league with a lich and is raising an enemy to protect himself? As the chief cardinal archbishop, how can you say such blasphemous words!"
Elzam: "So over the years, I have been studying how to give the undead army subjective initiative. I have tried to resurrect famous generals in history and let them lead my army.
Second Place: "After all, he is a lich, with infinite life. Even if he is killed, he will be resurrected. Didn't he say it himself? Undead creatures have no subjective initiative..."
The next moment, the treasure house's defense device suddenly activated, and the entire treasure house was completely shrouded in holy light.
Elzam held his forehead with his hand. “It seems that even though such a powerful aura of death is gathered together, the shadow created by it still cannot pass through the defense of the treasure house.”
Seeing this, the two cardinals hurriedly cast a healing spell. However, Lancelot's healing spell would not interfere with natural death. The Pope, who had exhausted his vitality, opened his mouth wide and tried hard to breathe in.
"In fact, there has been no record of theft in the treasury over the past thousand years. It was only the corrupt priest who stole from the treasury."
Of course, as a hero who personally killed a thousand-year-old lich, the Pope will most likely be canonized.
When a priest obtains divine magic, he is actually sharing God's grace.
"That is an absolute lie. My Lord would never share his grace with a wizard." The Pope said firmly.