I, Lich, Can Raise a Dragon [Western Fantasy]

Elevier's departure left Sang Ni in a state of bewilderment, but it was obvious that the next things would not give her time to regret.

The only thing she can do is to unilaterally strengthen the spiritual link to Elevier and ensure that she is always under her protection.

As for whether she could really induce Xitan, Sanny didn't care at all.

She hoped that Xitan could see it, so she wouldn't touch Ari.

"I am more worried about you than Elevier." Sarros said: "The battlefield is different from your previous battles. Orcs won't show mercy just because you are a princess."

"I won't stay on the front line for too long." Sang Ni's attention was drawn back.

"Although it is not necessary, but I still want to remind you, don't think that maintaining the spell shield at all times is foolproof. The weapons blessed by the orcs have a certain magic-breaking effect."

"I also considered what you said." Sang Ni suddenly smiled: "Well... I forgot to say that I met that person again."

"Who?" Tharos was stunned for a moment, and his face was instantly constipated after reacting, "Isn't he? He is really the royal family of the Dragon Empire."

What the **** is this unfolding.

Sang Ni proudly: "It's a coincidence, isn't it? I was shocked when I saw him. If it wasn't the time, I would almost get engaged to him directly."

Sarros: "...you are finally on the road of scumbags."

Sang Ni sighed: "It's not that I haven't tried pushing him far away, and I haven't done anything to ruin the image... I think, since he doesn't mind if I use necromantic spells, can I expect more? ?"

"I will give him the right to choose." Sang Ni smiled again: "No matter what decision he makes in the end, I can understand it."

"What if he wants to kill you?" Sarros asked half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"I will arrange the rest." Sang Ni said relaxedly: "If I must be chased to death by the whole continent in the end, it is better to pick one that makes me willing to do it. I don't want to take my life to the Holy See. To contribute to his career."

Sarros observed her expression: "You are serious."

"It took me a long time to make up my mind." Sang Ni made no secret of this.

Now, what can Sarros say?

"If you regret someday... don't forget us."

Sang Ni reached out and patted his shoulder: "Thank you, I was comforted."

She took out a magic scroll from the storage ring: "During this period, I copied this teleportation scroll, but this spell is too complicated. It took me more than ten days to make one. You keep it."

Sarros refused without even thinking about it: "What do you do to me? You are the one who is going to go to the battlefield, right."

Sang Ni said: "I keep it for little use. If you really need to escape, it won't be a problem that can be solved by this scroll. It's better to save your life."

"But..." Sarros wanted to say something, but Sang Ni interrupted him.

"Take it as part of my funeral arrangements." Sang Ni didn't give him the opportunity to refuse, and forced the scroll into his hands: "If I encounter something bad on the battlefield, it will be regarded as a treat for you. Confessed."

Sang Ni knew her bad luck as always, she didn't dare to gamble, so she could only prepare for the worst.

Sarros can only collect it: "According to the procedure, should I wish you good luck?"

"Of course it is necessary." Sang Ni got up and tidied his hood: "Goodbye."

Sarros watched her leave the tavern.

Sang Ni quickly sneaked back to the barracks using spells, and Yaslantha was still waiting for her.

"Thank you." Sang Ni held up a smile.

Aslansa seemed to see that she was in a bad mood: "Aren't things going well?"

Sang Ni didn’t even think about it and started to make up: “Why, I’m so happy. I was still showing off to Sarros that I was going to get married. Hey, this is the gap between people, some People have been in love for countless times and have not found true love. Some people find it as soon as they talk about it. Do you think he is envious or not? Is this annoying?"

Yaslansa suddenly didn't know how to answer the conversation: "...I, I haven't proposed marriage to the Shia Empire yet!"

Sang Ni continued to squeeze in his mouth: "What kind of kiss? I am tired of the royal etiquette. When the war is over, how about we elope, so as to give them a surprise."

Yaslanza was completely dumb: "...oh."

Sang Ni walked over, holding his face in both hands and leaning closer: "Oh what? Are you agreeing?"

Aslansa blushed: "No! What are you thinking about? Why do you want to run away if you can get married normally? If one day you suddenly run away... I don't even have a place to comment!"

Sang Ni asked: "What if I want to elope? Do you agree?"

Yaslanza insisted abnormally: "Absolutely not!" What a joke, with an identity like Sannyis, if you don't hold a wedding that is witnessed by the whole continent, there are still people who are wondering what to do.

At that time, he still has no name and no score, which can be said to be very miserable!

Sang Ni smiled and said: "Okay, you have another chance to regret it, I hope it won't be used."

Aslansa felt that there must be some reason behind this, and was about to ask, but Sang Ni didn't intend to explain it now.

"Well, you go back and rest first. I will rely on you to protect me on the battlefield tomorrow." Sang Ni kissed his cheek on tiptoe, and then pushed him away: "See you tomorrow."

Aslanza could only leave with a stomach of doubts.

Sang Ni smiled and watched him walk away, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared until he was completely out of sight.

"When did I become this kind of love brain..." she said to herself.

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Sang Ni has never understood the real situation of the battlefield. She is not a military genius, and she can take over the command without being on the front line. Therefore, she can only stay in a safe place honestly and wait for the line of fire to be less dense. At that time, go up the city wall to cast spells.

This wait is all day, the front line has not found the time to let her use the range of curse.

Seeing the wounded being carried down from the front line, Sang Ni couldn't help feeling anxious. She hand-held a communicator who had just retreated from the front line: "How is the front line now? Can you still hold it?"

The communicator had just been dizzy by the artillery fire, but he still replied dutifully: "The general said that he would increase troops on the flanks, cut off their center line, and open a gap from the front, so that the firepower on the orc side would be temporarily slowed. Princess, you have time to cast spells."

Sang Ni opened his mouth and wanted to ask something. Seeing that he was almost fainted from exhaustion, he could only ask the doctors to take him to rest.

Aslanza was on the front line and never came back. Sang Ni was afraid that he would make a mistake, and could only do something in a hurry. By the next night, the whole battle line was still being stretched. The soldiers on the front line had changed for two rounds, and the orcs were still in source. Continue to increase troops!

For two whole days and one night, it is preliminary calculated that the orcs have lost tens of thousands of troops on the front line and have not broken through the fortress barrier, but their supplies have never been interrupted.

The number of orcs in the army has far exceeded the expectations of the mainland allied forces!

Even if Sang Ni doesn't understand military affairs, he can see that something is wrong.

"Take me to talk to the general. The front line has already lost too many soldiers and can't be dragged on any longer!" Sang Ni said to the military officer who followed.

"His Royal Highness, not yet!" The military officer was also sweating profusely: "The general said--"

At this moment, the situation suddenly changed.

"No! Something happened on the front line! There has been...death, undead--!" The communicator was half soaked in dry blood, his teeth trembled, and he couldn't say a word anymore.

Sang Ni couldn't help it anymore and grabbed him: "Calm down for me! Tell me what happened?!"

The communicator swallowed his throat, and almost broke the sound: "The orc army is still there, and it is still increasing! But now the replenishment of troops—" He couldn't stop choking, already terrified to the extreme: "It's not a living person! Those guys... are monsters!"

Sang Ni felt his heart sink and sink, and grabbed the hand of the communicator and stuck his arm tightly: "There are necromancers on the orc clan? How many? Where is the location? Have you found it?"

The signal soldier was a little awake by the pain on his arm: "The mage is still looking for, we don't have much experience in dealing with necromancers and undead creatures. Now the front line is chaotic. The general temporarily organized a supervising team to stabilize the military..."

"Enough, take me over." Sang Ni couldn't manage that much, and took him to lead the way: "Necromancer is not something you can deal with."

The correspondent couldn't take care of that much anymore. Seeing that there was a life-saving straw, whether she was an imperial princess or not, she could only take her to the front.

"His Royal Highness!" The military officer who was arranged to protect Sang Ni tried to stop him, but was pushed away by Sang Ni.

"I've reached this point. I'm not going yet. Are you waiting for all the soldiers on the front to die?" Sang Ni looked at him with a torch, "Since I have arrived, I am not afraid of anything happening."

"His Royal Highness..." The military officer could only watch her leave.

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