Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

Samir has always completed the task alone, the first time he brought someone else, but the person suddenly disappeared.

He looked back, the way he came was already covered in darkness, dead trees fiddled with their branches, and the night wind was blowing, as if he was the only one.

Samir didn't panic. If he wanted to make someone disappear suddenly, he could think of five or six ways in an instant, and this cemetery is so weird.

He left a mark on the spot and continued on.There is a soft and sticky feeling under the feet, and occasionally some hard things, probably not stones.According to the information obtained from Caesar, this is a cemetery where the ancestors of Chuxue Town are buried.Since it is not a random graveyard, there should not be so many scattered bones.There was a strange fishy smell in the air. If it was an ordinary person, they would not be able to hold it here anymore.Samir wasn't feeling well either, and he used a sanity spell for himself.

He walked forward while looking around.Yinlong's vision was obstructed in the dark, so without Joe's holy light spell, he ordered a light spell.Walking and walking, I saw a tomb that had been dug up. The mouth of the tomb was wide open, and the passage inside could be seen.

Samir squatted down, and the tombstone made of stone fell to the ground. It was stained with a strange black and green liquid, but a line of sunken words could still be seen.

[Here sleeps the guardian who died fighting to protect this land, Hel Nuo. 】

[Heroes are immortal. 】

The date engraved is relatively small and has been blurred, but Samir can tell from the grammar of that line that the owner of the tomb should have been buried here 1000 years ago.

It seems that this is the only breakthrough, and Samir once again left a mark outside. If an accident occurs, he can instantly return to the position where the mark is.But if you encounter the forbidden magic field again, you can only think of other ways.Because of the lessons learned from the wanderer last time, he deliberately bought a lot of scrolls that did not require magic, but he gave them to Joe before.

Samir put down a burning fire pocket, the flame became smaller but did not go out.He jumped down from the mouth of the tomb and landed lightly on the stone slab.There are neat stones piled on both sides of this passage, the passage is very deep, and there is no end in sight.Tombs of this size were rare even when heroes were buried thousands of years ago.

After a few steps deep, Samir quickly saw wandering skeletons, with tattered weapons in their hands, swaying towards Samir.Skeletons are the lowest level of undead creatures. Samir has no problem dealing with them. He picked up the staff and smashed the bodies of those skeletons, and then encountered a large group of zombies.

The strength and speed of the zombies are stronger, the more Samir walks in, the more zombies rush over.Joe used holy light lighting, which has a deterrent effect on undead creatures.However, Samir used the light technique, and the undead creatures would only come over continuously.

Going deeper, there are corpse demons leading groups of seven or eight zombies to fight.The corpse monster is already a seventh-level undead creature, and ordinary adventurers have basically reached their limit here.Samir hung his staff around his waist, raised his crossbow, and aimed at the wight.

The wight was headshot, and a dark green liquid splashed out. At this moment, Samir came to a fork, and there seemed to be no difference between the two sides.He suddenly heard a cry for help from the left, using the common language of the human race.

Samir turned and ran to the left. He noticed a line of footprints in the passage, and ran along the footprints into a chamber, where two wights and a group of zombies were chasing and killing a...half-elf.

"Help!" The half-elf was wearing blue-gray clothes and soft armor, holding a small bow and a quiver on his waist.There are many other odds and ends hanging on him, dagger, saber, water bottle, and a parcel.

The half-elf saw Samir, his eyes lit up, and he ran towards him, shouting: "Help, friend! I need your help!"

Samir observed calmly for a while, but found nothing unusual. The half-elf was indeed in a panic, so he swiped his crossbow and instantly killed one of the wights.

The other wight found that his side was more threatening, screamed and led the zombies to rush over, Samir shot another arrow, the wight dodged, and made a dizzying scream, and appeared on the side of Samir in an instant. In front of Mir.

Samir blocked the wight's attack with his crossbow, kicked the other zombies, and jumped up.He pulled out the sword hidden in the staff in mid-air, turned around beautifully, and the blade drew a smooth arc, cutting off the corpse monster.

"Okay!" Applause suddenly came from the side, which startled Samir.

Samir turned his head while cleaning up the zombies, and the half-elf actually took out a pen and paper from the package, and began to write and draw.

Samir: "?"

After cleaning up the remaining zombies, the half-elf ran over and showed him the paper just now.The painting on it is the scene of the battle just now, and there are a few very scribbled words beside it: beautiful boy, sword in stick, underground tomb.

"A new story... I'm inspired again!" The half-elf was so excited that he took back the parchment and said, "Thank you for saving me. My name is Vian, and I'm a troubadour."

troubadour...

Since he is a troubadour, the behavior just now is not abnormal.

Samir has always had a good impression and great curiosity towards troubadours. He likes to read the legends sung by the troubadours, as well as those wonderful stories.He looked at Wei An. Although he was in a mess and his clothes were a little torn, he could still see that he was actually very well dressed, with a straight collar, a bow tie, and an exquisite belt, which was similar to a dress.

And he also carefully groomed his face, his beard was neatly trimmed, his eyes were bright and energetic, and he kept looking around.

Unlike other adventurers, troubadours are not good at fighting, nor do they know how to open treasure chests. What they mainly know is some simple mind magic, in order to confuse the audience to pay.

Well-behaved troubadours will gain fame and even be received by the royal family, and excellent stories will be edited and published, and sold at a high price.But most troubadours are still wandering in search of their audience, barely enough to feed themselves.

Samir rolled his eyes and asked, "If you're a troubadour, why haven't I heard the name Wei'an before?"

Wei An said: "Wei An is my real name. As a troubadour, of course I will take an alias."

Samir asked, "What's your alias?"

Wei An froze, and stammered: "It's not convenient to tell you this, generally speaking, this does not comply with the rules..."

"But if you don't tell me, how can I confirm that you are a troubadour? This place is so dangerous, I can't take someone of unknown origin with me."

Wei An: "Even if I tell you, you may not know."

Samir: "I've heard many stories about troubadours, big and small, and I know some of them."

Unless Wei An is really that kind of troubadour who has no reputation at all, Samir feels that he should have heard his story.

Wei An showed a look of embarrassment, but he was a little happy when he heard that Samir liked to listen to stories.As a troubadour, he certainly hopes that everyone has heard his story, but his alias is really hard to say...

"That... my alias... Weiwei..."

"what?"

"Vivian..."

This time it was Samir's turn to freeze.

The intellectual, beautiful, generous, gentle and knowledgeable image completely shattered in his heart.

"Is that Vivian?" He stared at Wei An in surprise.

After Wei An said it, he calmed down: "There should be only one Vivian among the troubadours."

Samir murmured: "Vivienne...I read your book..."

Wei An's eyes lit up, it was great to meet a reader here.He asked excitedly: "Which story do you like best? "Legend of the Continent"? "Heroes of Redrath"? Or "The Girl of the Homeland"? Actually, I am most satisfied with "Song of the Mountain", but that one The response is not good, and it cannot be sold..."

Samir said: "My favorite is "The Complete Guide to Making All Races Fall in Love with You", and I bought a whole set."

Wei An was dumbfounded, covered his face and knelt down.

Samir: "There is also a "Complete Collection of Heartbeating Love" as a gift."

Wei An shouted in horror: "Help—stop talking—"

Samir: "I heard that you are also planning to publish a book "How to Get Rid of Your Partner of All Races"."

Wei An screamed in pain, fell to the ground, covered his face, wishing he could just disappear.

At this moment, a corpse demon descended from the sky, screaming and rushing towards Wei An.

Samir didn't turn his head back, he drew his sword and swung his backhand, cutting off the corpse demon in half.He knelt down and said to Wei An: "But I think your writing is very good."

Wei An didn't speak.

Samir said earnestly: "It's really good, I've read them all, and it helped me a lot."

Helped you a lot? !Wei An spread his fingers apart, revealing a pair of eyes, looking at him in surprise.

How could someone take the contents of that book seriously? !

"That book, I actually wrote it casually..." Wei An whispered, and he began to worry about what Samir had done.

Samir pulled him up and said, "But it's selling well!"

"Yes, it's because it sold well that I continued to write." Wei An sighed: "If that's the case, then please help me hide the fact that Vivian is a man..."

Samir said happily, "Of course, but why did you use that name?"

The two walked out together, and all the undead creatures rushing around died in Samir's hands.

"Because Vivienne sounds like a beautiful girl, it will attract more people to buy books."

"What about when you played and sang live?"

"I know some shapeshifting magic..."

"Will you still write "How to Get Rid of a Partner of All Races?"

"..."

"can you?"

"I can write, after all, there is money to be made..."

"I will definitely buy a whole set at that time! Vivian!"

"...Just call me Wei An."