The streets of the town are deserted, with only one pedestrian, Renault, and although it is dark now, a town of thousands of people should not be like this...

Instead, the windows of the houses around the street were opened, and the inhabitants stood by the windows, staring at Renault like the two guards, their eyes looking complex and strange, with normal curiosity and a certain hostility hidden in them.

They had the same weird smiles on their faces, and they looked so weird that they looked like they were looking at a delicious meal.

There was even more dead silence all around, and there was not a single superfluous sound to be heard.

Renault continued to walk deeper into the town, as more and more windows were opened and more and more residents were watching him, as if he were being watched by the whole town.

Renault, who enjoyed this silent gaze, couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, and regretted that he shouldn't have been lazy and didn't bring the skull crusher with him.

Finally, Renault arrived at a square in the middle of the town, where many residents gathered, standing upright with their backs to him, like stakes, and when they felt someone approaching, they turned their heads 180 degrees in unison, turned their heads, and looked at him with a smile.

The corners of their grinning mouths showed rows of white teeth, as if they couldn't wait.

"Can any of you speak?"

Renault asked.

The crowd shifted a few steps, revealing a figure in the middle of them.

The man looked very well-dressed, with a gorgeous gold necklace around his neck, and he looked like a big man like the mayor of the town, but there was a faint green in his eyes, as if there were two flames dancing.

He looked at Renault first, and then looked at the holy flame in Renault's palm, and a smile on his face was not quite the same as the surroundings, as if he was sneering and mocking.

And Renault, after carefully looking at the other party for a while, asked tentatively:

"Lich?"

"Hehe, although you are weak, you don't seem stupid..."

The mayor replied, his voice low and hoarse, as if he had just crawled out of the dirt.

"What a lich, but why do you look like this?"

Renault asked curiously.

As a very special necromantic creature, the lich is transformed by those mages who are too short to live enough, and they all have at least the strength of a seventh-order master, which is the so-called Grand Wizard level.

Not only do they possess all kinds of powerful magic, but they also have more dangerous necromantic arts, coupled with the necromantic creatures controlled by them, one person is an army, and their strength is extremely terrifying, far beyond the realm of the seventh order.

If a crusade against a lich is to gather a large number of people, risk great dangers, bloody battles, and pay a heavy price before it is possible to repel it.

It's just a repulsion, it's hard for the lich to be killed, they have a life box that is specially designed to save their lives, the life box is not destroyed, the soul is not destroyed, and they can borrow corpses to resurrect their souls at any time.

Thankfully, most of the lich is relatively low-key, usually cowering in the realm of the dead, Diga, rarely haunting the outside, and the image should be a skeleton, not the bald fat man with a fat head and big ears in front of him.

That's why Renault was particularly curious.

"Funny, you dare to come to my realm just for this ridiculous curiosity?"

"Who gave you the confidence, this flame-like pitiful fourth-order holy flame?"

The lich sneered mercilessly, the fire in his eyes darting again.

A crowd of residents poured out from behind Renault and took heavy, sluggish steps to encircle him in the middle of the square.

Instead of answering his question, Renault continued to ask:

"You're going to turn the inhabitants of this place into living corpses?"

"I just gave them eternal life..."

The lich laughed, and continued:

"Come on, join us, and as a reward for making me laugh, I'll keep you sane and become a wraith..."

What would a preacher's ghost look like? ”

The other party's malice was already very obvious, but Renaud was still not in a hurry, and continued to ask:

"Why are you so anxious? Can't you be patient? I still have a lot of questions to ask, shouldn't you lich like to answer other people's questions and show off your knowledge and abilities?"

These words sounded a little strange, which made the lich stunned, and asked rhetorically:

"Have you ever met other lichs?"

"Yes, I met a very kind lich who answered a lot of my questions and taught me a lot about lichs..."

"It's a pity that his patience is only a little better than yours, and he is in a hurry to start without answering a few questions. ”

The lich couldn't help but be stunned again:

"You managed to escape from a lich?"

"Maybe I'm underestimating you?"

Renault hurriedly waved his hand and argued:

"No, no, I didn't run away..."

"I just accidentally knocked it to death..."

The flames in the eyes of the lich on the other side suddenly froze, as if in a daze.

And Renault continued:

"So I hope you'll be a little more cooperative and answer my questions well. ”

"Can these townsfolk be saved, can they turn back into humans?"

The reason why he didn't rush to do it in the first place was that he wanted to ask this, and he thought that these townspeople might be able to save it.

And the lich answered him with practical actions.

"Kill him! Tear him to shreds!"

The lich roared loudly, and the green flames in his eyes burned.

And the surrounding townspeople, who originally had a little bit of the breath of the living, have also completely turned into zombies and become necromantic creatures. There is no taste of the living.

They let out a dry roar from their mouths and lunged at Renault at a speed far beyond the average human being.

A shield appeared in front of Renault, wrapping him in all directions.

The zombies crashed into the shield one after another, making a muffled 'knock knock' sound.

And his empty right hand quickly knotted the mudra, and his mouth recited the revised prayer:

"The flower of hope is connected to the bonds..."

Then, he held the Holy Flame's left hand and scattered it casually in front of him, as if throwing flower petals.

At the same time, he whispered to the townspeople who were completely helpless:

"I'm sorry..."

The flame, which was originally only the size of a flame, suddenly exploded, shattering into a large cloud of fine dust, and then spreading around Renault as the center.

The dust is vaguely formed into the shape of a flower, which looks like a holy epiphany blooming at night.

Seventh Order Holy Flame: Funeral Flower.