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The light figure jumped under the evil moon, scaring away the restless shadows.

Lynch has always been lucky, or rather, unlucky.

Small crises are overpowered by larger threats, which are always difficult to unite.

The sons of darkness are competitors.

The jumping ghost ended with a sigh.

Under the vigilant gaze of Lynch and Teclis, under the evil moon, there were floating corpses on the river bank.

A neatly dressed, middle-aged human with gold-rimmed glasses and meticulous grooming was sitting on a rock by the river.

He looked quietly to the west.

After repeated confirmations, Lynch concluded that he was an ordinary hot-blooded person, which was abnormal.

Teclis also came to the conclusion that he was no threat!

The hot-blooded man's face was pale, and Lynch could even hear his weak heartbeat and intermittent breathing.

The gentle voice broke the vague confrontation. It was Lynch's native language.

Do you... still remember your hometown?

There was no response, but that didn't stop the dying man from talking to himself.

It's been a long time...I've been separated for a long time...

I remember every lesson that was put into the classroom for the students, I remember...

There are naughty children in every class, but they are actually very kind... My biggest wish is to keep watching them smile.

There are some naughty children who go too far. Fortunately...fortunately...I can find them in time every time.

I still remember……

The feeble voice dissipated in the evening breeze, and he was blown away like sand in the cool breeze.

The embers dispersed into smoke, and there were rows of trees inside, and the lanterns were first lit.

Another turn, it was mapped into a gloomy castle, superstitious people, and mutated children.

Finally, the huge bird wings enveloped the child with blue flames.

In the blue flame, the high-pitched tone stretched by the surging magic power seemed to be telling the truth, whispering.

Thinking long enough to know, longing for knowledge, longing for longing.

It casts a shadow over the foolish folk, but the man in the blue flame grabs his own throat and the demon's neck.

They retreated little by little, moving away from the crowd while confronting and debating with each other.

The child turned into a teenager and the demon stretched out more.

They entered the wilderness, the water could not reflect their images, and the eyes of passers-by could not contain their figures.

The boy grew into a young man, and books appeared on the claws of the devil's left hand.

They climbed over the mountains and passed through the forests, encountering greenskins and beastmen on the way.

Nothing can put an end to this debate, and the devil's book contains many more stories seen along the way.

Being close to the two debaters, everything becomes a story.

As the young man matures, the devil gains a pen in his right hand.

It continues to write stories with its pen, writing down absurd endings one after another at will.

The man turned into an old man, and they came to the seaside. The smoke drifted with the wind into the river full of dead things, melting away the last broken picture.

The evil moon's light dimmed, and the whirling shadow appeared again.

The dancer's moans were fading away, and it seemed that there was something to scare it.

The dull and tireless whisper appeared again. It seemed to be fearless, although it was slightly less powerful.

I think I saw another friend, but he was in trouble.

He needs my help. The God of Change is not a good thing.

Are you listening? We should go...

Lynch did not listen to the devil's muttering. He was in a normal state of mind and would definitely not do anything stupid.

The night will always pass. Although the disease has not yet dissipated, the light of dawn cheers up the tired Asul.

Koteg's light scared away the evil spirits, and the slowly rising sun was like the intensifying anger of the ancient saints.

Lynch was lost. He and the Archmage went around in a circle and returned to the place where they were at nightfall.

Things are getting serious.

Lin Qi's extraordinary intuition and the mage's unparalleled magic power found nothing unusual.

When Lynch was solemnly preparing to try the traditional method, a not-so-interesting memory was awakened in the complicated inheritance.

There are symbols left by the ancient saints in the rain forest. They have been misplaced over the long years and are in an uncontrollable state of arousal.

No one knows what these symbols mean, but they all have shocking abilities.

For example...the accumulation of space, or the closed loop of time.

Lynch discovered through clues that they inadvertently broke into the ancient saint's maze.

Fortunately, several demons accompany them into the trap.

The pain has a sharer.

Lin Qi didn't want to stay in the maze until the end, he also wanted to unite all the tribes to fight against the chaos army at the end.

Teclis was also not prepared to waste his youth.

After research and debate, a group of sons of the ancient sages came to a conclusion.

This maze is not harmful, more like a little joke.

It's a puzzle that involves some astronomy knowledge to solve.

The journey is always full of regrets and accidents. Lynch suspects that he has been cursed by Carlos's unspoken curse and always encounters something special.

If I had bitten off its head earlier, I should have been able to hear all its curses.

Of course, it’s more likely that the special attracts the special!

The mythical lock anchors this space. After trying it, Lynch found that once it goes beyond the boundary, it will encounter a phenomenon similar to that of a ghost hitting the wall, and then unknowingly walk back to the original position.

Maybe you just need to wait for nightfall and activate the core of the maze at a specific astrological node to escape from it.

First, he had to deal with the newly emerged rat men.

The matter of solving the puzzle was left to the Archmage, and Lynch planned to use this time to kill the Ratmen to kill time.

…

Lizard! Here comes the lizard thing!

The unfortunate man missing his left arm fled underground, spreading fear.

The slave rats dispersed in a flurry, and the clan rats just symbolically shot scattered arrows into the darkness before fleeing...even though Lynch was still digging rat holes in the ground at this time.

A high-ranking ratman sneaked into the vicinity of the warlord's residence. It wanted to tell the warlord the news and thereby enhance its status.

It was the first to get the news and informed the warlord of this important information. The powerful fat giant rat would definitely have a way to solve the problem, just like the countless crises the clan had faced in the past.

There was no peculiar smell in the cave, so the senior ratman didn't think much about it. Warlord Sfeko was always there.

There is no sound. This is normal. The warlord is the most cautious ratman and has a low reputation in the entire Skaven underground empire.

Prepared in advance through a secret passage that it knew the warlord also knew, it displayed panic and resignation.

The high-ranking ratmen rushed into the warlord's deliberately exposed residence, and the screams stopped abruptly before they could emerge.

The warlord would always wait for visitors here, then kill the traitors with disloyal intentions and intimidate the obedient slaves.

But now it is not here. The rat man carefully identified the traces and found that the warlord had disappeared since the last time he met him.

Did it escape? The Skaven begin to brew a betrayal, but it ends before it even begins, ending in a scream that would scare the Skaven.