This lich needs more money

Hecky Stone came on this trip to show off.

Rewriting the history of the continent, or the most important history of the Dragon War period, is a feat like a great earthquake for all historians.

Hecky Stone originally wanted to receive a lot of praise, but unfortunately the members of the Mourning Poetry Society were not interested.

It's not their fault. Aige is almost as old as the history from the Dragon War to the present. Gareth and Canggu are a little younger, but when they read this history book, they feel that it is just someone else's diary, and it is not written very well.

For the undead with infinite lifespan, history is their own personal experience, and the part written by Hecky Stone is a newspaper of a period of time in their life, nothing more.

The only one who knows the value of this history book is the greedy and shameless lich, but he is not shocked by his own achievements, but shows a hyena-like face and wants to rob him of the glory that belongs to him.

Damn it, this damn lich.

Heki Stone drank a mouthful of Githyanki blood. The blood was a little fishy, ​​but the taste was a little special, so he couldn't help but taste it a few more times.

However, dragon blood was still delicious. This kind of blood full of magic was the favorite of vampires.

But the dragon race was finished. They had been packaged and sold by the lich. The dragon race was also miserable. They were obviously full of treasures. The weeds grown from dragon feces were worth hundreds of gold coins, but there was no sales channel.

The materials of the dragon race were piled up like a mountain, but they couldn't be sold. Before, Gareth could save private money all by relying on the help of the Mourning Poetry Society.

Now that the lich has a monopoly, he will definitely drive up the price of this dragon blood.

Heki Stone couldn't stand the lich's boasting about discussing with the bone dragon lady to cut up the dragon race and sell it, so he came to the shore alone with an umbrella to look at the sea and take a breath.

Vampires are afraid of sunlight and will almost die if they touch it, but Hecky Stone applied a thick layer of sunscreen, wore sunglasses and held an umbrella, and the island's shielding illusion effect... In short, he could see the sea.

Not being able to bask in the sun is the price of retaining emotions and various feelings. Hecky Stone feels that it is still worth it. At least he doesn't have to stick to the same thing every day like a lich. Dwarf vampires can have many hobbies and can always enjoy themselves.

"Humph, you are so greedy for money, you can live with gold coins every day, and I can change my hobbies every day."

Hecky Stone threw a stone into the sea with envy. The gravel flew far away on the sea, like a strong crossbow.

Hecky Stone watched the stone fly away, as if throwing away all the depression in his heart.

But just when the stone passed over a wave, Hecky Stone suddenly stood up.

Although it looks like he is about the same height when squatting and standing, Hecky Stone's momentum is more than ten meters high.

Bloody traces gathered in front of him, turning into bloody bats and rushing into the sea.

A few seconds later, a black shadow emerged from the sea.

"Orc?"

Heki Stone was a little confused. How could an orc come to this island full of undead? Aren't you afraid of death?

Kargor Kruman was even more shocked than Heki Stone. He had just escaped into the shadow of the sea water and ordinary people couldn't find him at all. How could this dwarf wrapped in a body bag find him?

And what method did he use just now to force himself out of the shadow?

He had been floating on the sea for so long, and the first island he encountered actually had indigenous people? This was too unlucky.

However, he hadn't eaten dwarves yet, and Kargor Kruman wanted to taste it.

Heki Stone frowned and stared at the orc, took out the Codex of the Dead and sent a message to Amber.

[Don't like humans: An orc came to your island, what's going on? 】

【Ultraman Tiga: All those who have come to this island are my enemies. If it is just an orc, you can do whatever you want. If you don't want to care, let Melina kill him. I don't have time to care about this little thing now. 】

Amber is discussing with Gareth how to sell the dragons in a package. How can he be distracted by such an important matter?

After reading this reply, Heki Stone couldn't help but curse: "The God of Wealth is really blind if he doesn't accept you as a follower god."

Looking up at the orc soaking in the water, Heki Stone suddenly had the idea of ​​loosening his muscles. Although he looks like a weak historian on the surface, he is a legendary vampire anyway.

Heki Stone can't remember the last time he had a real battle. The last time was when he followed his friends from the Mourning Poetry Society to the Underdark to bully the weak.

This orc's ability seems to be completely defeated by himself, so let's play with him. According to Heki Stone's experience, the orc's blood will taste better after warming up.

The dwarf vampire floated in the air and hooked his finger at Karlgore Kruman.

Karlgore Kruman narrowed his eyes. He didn't know whether this dwarf was real or not, but Karlgore Kruman had his own unique way of judging, which was to judge from the shadow.

Shadows are something that has been with us since birth, and everyone's shadow can interpret many things.

Karlgore Kruman can roughly judge a person's personality and experience from his shadow. The dwarf in front of him... Damn, this person is holding an umbrella, which makes Karlgore Kruman unable to interpret Hecky Stone's shadow.

But Karlgore Kruman didn't know that even if Hecky Stone threw away the umbrella, there would be no shadow.

Vampires have no shadows. When exposed to direct sunlight, the body of a vampire will burn violently, emitting only light without a shadow.

Kargor Kruman thought that the umbrella was in the way, but it was not a big problem. He had enough confidence in his own strength.

I haven't eaten fresh meat for a long time, so I'll use this dwarf to celebrate my return to land.

Kargor Kruman once again turned into a shadow, escaped into the sea, and swam quickly towards the shore.

Herky Stone laughed. This orc dared to use the same trick for the second time. He underestimated him too much.

Herky Stone crushed the unfinished blood bottle in his hand, and the blood of the Gisyanki burst out. The scarlet liquid was firmly grasped by Herky Stone in his hand, as if he had grasped a mess of red lines.

The blood turned into a slender rapier, twice as long as Herky Stone.

Herky Stone held the umbrella in one hand and the sword in the other, flying towards the sea.

As soon as he reached the shore, dozens of pitch-black blades stretched out from the sea water and stabbed at Heki Stone.

The cloak behind Heki Stone wrapped his body like a living thing, and the attacks of these shadow blades had no effect.

When there was a gap in these attacks, Heki Stone stabbed the scarlet blade into the sea water.

Kargor Kruman hid in the shadows of the seabed and could have avoided most of the attacks, but he was stabbed by Heki Stone's sword.

The young orc appeared again, and Heki Stone's blade had pierced his shoulder, and the sword was still sucking blood crazily, as if to drain all the blood from Kargor Kruman's body.

Heki Stone said proudly: "Haha, isn't it too stupid to play with your shadow spell in front of a vampire?"

Not every vampire is good at this, but Heki Stone is a special case. Without some skills, the identity of a historian alone is not enough to join the Mourning Poetry Society.

In addition to being strong, members of the Mourning Poetry Society always have some special features, but the special features are only a bonus, and their own strength is the foundation.

This is a mysterious organization with the lowest entry standard.

Heki Stone was very proud to play with his prey. Karl Gol Kruman only felt that the blood in his body was like a river with the gates opened, gushing out crazily.

In just a few seconds, his body became shriveled, like a skinny mummy.

Heki Stone then retracted the blood dagger and watched Karl Gol Kruman sink to the bottom of the sea.

"What a pity, you were quite capable, but unfortunately your power was completely restrained by me."

Heki Stone sighed, then turned and flew towards the island.

But at the moment he turned around, Karl Gol Kruman, who had turned into a mummy, turned into an ink-like shadow and dispersed, and two dark blades stabbed out again.

Heki Stone was a little surprised. This guy is not dead yet? This is definitely not an ordinary orc. I'm afraid he has mixed some other blood.

But it doesn't matter. With the cloak wrapped around him, these shadow blades can't hurt him at all.

Just when Heki Stone thought that Karlgore Kruman was just struggling to death, he felt a lightness in his hand, and the black umbrella he was holding was cut off.

The sun shone directly on Heki Stone's body, and immediately bursts of green smoke came out.

Heki Stone screamed and rushed to the shore, and cast a dark spell on himself.

The thick black fog enveloped the area of ​​50 meters, isolating the damage of the sun.

Karlgore Kruman, who looked like a mummy, floated out of the sea and grinned: "If you had told me you were a vampire earlier, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you."

The flesh and blood of vampires are poisonous and can't be eaten!

Karlgore Kruman has a very simple logic of action. Killing is hunting, and there is no need to waste energy on things that can't be eaten.

Heki Stone roared angrily: "What's wrong with vampires? What's wrong with vampires?!"

Hundreds of blood-colored bats flew out of the darkness and rushed towards Karlgore Kruman.

Karlgore Kruman was straightforward and lay directly on the sea, looking like he would never fight back.

This made Heki Stone stunned. What kind of operation was this? What conspiracy was this orc doing?

Heki Stone said loudly: "What are you doing? Get up and fight me! I will tell you how powerful vampires are!"

Karlgore Kruman said weakly: "I can't fight, I lost. I thought I could kill you just now, but I failed. I have no strength now."

Most of the blood in his body was sucked away, and the effect of the shadow was restrained by Heki Stone. Karlgore Kruman didn't even have a bottle of alchemical potion for treatment, let alone expensive magic equipment.

Karlgore Kruman really had no way out now, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

As a hunter, it is normal to die at the hands of prey. If not this vampire, then another prey. When he is too old to wield a weapon, he will naturally die in the mouth of a wild beast.

Kargor Kruman knew this was his fate a long time ago, but it was a pity that he did not find the great enemy of his family. This was the only regret in his life.

Kargor Kruman's calmness surprised Hecky Stone a little. Facing this dying orc, Hecky Stone hesitated and said, "Are you looking for death, young orc?"

Kalgore Kruman said with his last bit of strength: "Who would want to die? But whether or not to live is not up to me..."

Kalgore Kruman's body began to spasm due to excessive blood loss, and the severe pain made him clench his teeth: "Give me a quick death... This is the hunter's mercy..."

Herky Stone opened an umbrella again and flew in front of Kalgore Kruman.

Looking at this mummy-like orc, he approached and opened his mouth to bite Kalgore Kruman's neck.