Chapter 207, Ambush

A few days later, there was only one night left before the ashes had cleared.

The elven ruins of the old capital seem to have a special protection from ancient times, and even when the shadow of death hovers in the north, you can still see the clear night sky and the bright silver moon. In the moonlight, the still intact elven building emitted a faint glow, giving comfort to the gathered refugees.

The hill of the mausoleum seems to be featureless, but it is still filled with a strong and tenacious black aura, and only the position of the door is slightly weaker.

The lich who arrived at the door again was even more silent, he somewhere found a strange gray robe, the mist of his soul wrapped around the runes, suppressing his increasingly terrifying power.

The skin of the dry palm is close to transparent, and the black energy veins and the pale skeletal shell can be seen in it. The terrifying mixed aura gradually condensed and purified, concentrating on his fingertips, and he was too lazy to decipher it to directly rely on his divine power to break through the black iron gate.

But when He was about to touch the inscription on the door, He noticed something......

"Traces ......"

A hoarse voice came from under the gray robe, the voice was quite erratic, with a strong, intuitively perceptible malice, even ordinary people, as long as they face it, the terrifying malice that can be discovered, hidden endless madness.

He found traces of passivity on the black iron door, keys, spells, opening spells, and runes that had broken the seals of one lord after another......

"Someone, went in early...... Who is it. ”

The lich's voice was steady, unemotional. After the third aberration, He has become aware of his instability and needs to be constantly watching, suppressing, and controlling his fluctuations. This is the price of power.

However, at this point, he could just push open the door in front of him, and the price was worth enough for him to endure the side effects for a while.

It's fast, it's fast, just complete a little ritual......

With the creak and vibration of the mechanism, the dark door was broken, and the chaos of pitch black energy could be clearly seen in the lich's energy vision.

The inside of the mausoleum is not as dark as imagined, and the black qi is only hovering in the sky, and at this time, it is losing at a not-so-slow rate towards the loophole of the protection, that is, the position where the black iron gate is forcibly pushed open.

The power of death is waning, and the sky is getting a little brighter, and you can see ...... Enemy.

Little by little, the lich's hollow eyes looked upwards at the gray-robed mage Professor Charles with his staff, the old Druikai man in his eagle feather cloak and bear skin, the Granny Sayyam with her bone ornamentation, and, as she fell before him, a barbarian in a suit of leather armor and carrying a double-edged axe on her shoulder.

Defend the City, Overseer, Earth & Sky Druids, Prophetic Shamans, Hand of the Northland Barbarians!

"An ambush. ”

The lich's tone was calm, the soul fire used for disguise in his eyes was beating, the surface skin was quickly eroded and rotted by the leaking death qi, and the white bones and fingers pulled out a twisted thin sword from his soul body, aiming at the barbarian: "Just kill it." ”

After the old professor found the initiator of the natural disaster, although he didn't know his purpose, he still twitched a part of the legend suitable for fighting the lich from the front line that was not too stressful as soon as possible, and teleported it overnight, but unfortunately, the lich didn't know where to hide, they searched nearby for seven days but found nothing, and finally the old professor had no choice but to take out the answer to the puzzle that he solved by the way during the search, opened the black iron door, and entered the mausoleum full of lifeless gas to ambush.

And the conditions for entering the mausoleum full of dead air are quite strict, and the time for the black ash to drift away is not much, so there are a lot fewer participants, and only these few people are left: Weiwei

Barbarians are a profession that relies on physical fitness the most, and it is even difficult for ordinary humans to become barbarians, and the physical fitness of humans who have not been tempered by holy water is very average. Naturally, the Hand of the Northland had never taken holy water or been transformed by magic, but his own talent was suitable, and the strange giant axe inherited by his family finally made this barbarian with an extremely tough body. The old professor chose him to come here, and he dared to come over with a big grin, as can be seen from the fact that he dared to collide head-on with a few cursed gold beads that resisted death.

The Ring of the Earth and the Skywalker, the Covenanter of the Soul of the Eagle and the Soul of the Bear, Old Man Kai, as a druid, does not have the ability to join the Adjunct Priesthood of the Verdant Church like most of his peers, although then he will be more powerful. He is not immune to death, but his use of the forces of nature allows him to help his teammates fight more normally in extremely hostile environments. The old professor hadn't intended to call him, but after seeing the terrible Death Qi Group in the Mausoleum, he decided to take a little risk.

A soul shaman and prophet of the heavens, Granny Sayam is a pioneer in the realm of souls. As one of the few professionals in this world who specializes in souls, roots, and worlds, she is mysterious and powerful, and even the old professor is not sure of her mother-in-law's true power. All he knew was that a shaman who excelled in soul form, revival spells, soul guards, and other sorcery was an excellent helper in dealing with demigod lichs.

These class systems are inherited from the original world of human beings, cruel, rare, but also powerful. What's more, it is possible to avoid the forces of the Seven Gods and gain extraordinary powers.

Kai stepped on the earth, raised his hands to embrace the sky, the heavy earth and the violent thunder and lightning accelerated the flow of black gas, and the natural energy purified the terrible environment nearby, giving Granny Sayam a cleaner and safer environment for casting spells.

The mysterious shaman smiled and pulled out a pile of bone fragments and consumed them, attaching a layer of soul armor with a separate breath of life to the group, which could withstand a dangerous instant death spell. The principle is simple, just like the classic traditional guinea pig tactic, but more reliable and simpler.

The mother-in-law's own state is also very peculiar, it seems to be an entity, and there is a sense of ephemeral nothingness, between the soul body and the entity, down-to-earth but can fly, can be touched but will be attacked and crossed......

The old professor glanced at it secretly, and the spell book seemed to be flipped normally, but in fact, he had already begun to record and analyze the source and manifestation of the mysterious shaman's power, and he planned to use spells to reproduce this state, preferably to make it similar to a scar that could be fixed to the body through some rituals, which would be useful for overseers.

"It's useless, Mr. Charles. Granny Sayam smiled gently, watching the old professor's small movements, and also at the lich who was carrying a sword and planning to play melee combat with the barbarians, and her state of mind was extremely peaceful: "This is the power of my soul, it may not belong to me alone, but it is not a power that can be used universally. ”

"Besides, we don't mind if you ask directly about some secret arts, we respect you and are willing to help you. ”

Charles didn't see embarrassment, pointed his cane forward, and said calmly: "We'll talk about this matter later, there are only four of us, be cautious." ”

Scold!

A slight sound of piercing air, energy, and space sounded, and then it continued!

The Necromantic Rapier flew in the hands of the lich, the lich's body was only two meters high, at least three meters tall when it stood upright, and after opening the rage, it swelled nearly two feet, like a little giant, wielding a double-edged axe inlaid with a blue dragon heart like a peerless dance, with extraordinary momentum, lifting the surrounding tombstones and grass into the air, and then being sliced into pieces.

But the demigod lich showed great skill, holding his sword in his backhand, holding it upright, and fusing it into himself, drifting like catkins in the wind between the attacks of the double-edged axe, forbearance like an assassin.

"No matter what the combat weapon is, there is only one attack after all. ”

The demigod lich suddenly broke his silence and babbled on and on: "Malice is an expression that comes from the soul......"

"Long-term catharsis leads to madness, yes, madness. So, I thought about it and decided to take advantage of the ...... in an explosive way."

The demigod lich suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist, and reached the top of the barbarian's back through the blue blade outlined by the dragon's heart axe, and the thin sword pierced out like fangs, and the demeanor of that moment was not like a deformed mad lich, but like a peerless assassin!

The rapier had a strong aura of death on it, and after being slightly hindered, it pierced into the barbarian's thick muscles, shoulder blades, and finally slice open the heart, injecting a rich death energy into it!

"It can be seen that you pay a lot of attention to my death spells, and the protection is very complete, even if the strength of my death divine power wants to kill the barbarians, it is very difficult. ”

The lich's rich malice and madness erupted in an instant, and the dry vocal cords made a hoarse voice, taunting the old professor and the shaman: "Stand-in armor, curse the golden bead?"

"Boring ambush!"