Fang Yu had a strange dream.

In his dreams he saw Doriphin again, the city burning in flames, and the cries reaching into the sky. He dreamed that he had become a dragon, some faces coming and going in his sight, some fading away.

Dorifin seemed to be in a trance, and he seemed to be in a different place. It was also reduced to rubble in the flames, and all he remembered was the maroon spires of the temple, one by one crumbling in the flames.

He saw a silvery desert—

But sometimes it's cold woodland, and the icy wind passes through the bare trees, leaving only a black frozen soil. The ancient undead hunter watched him from afar in the trombone.

Instead, it was a silvery harbor, with many white sails coming and going inside and outside the harbor. Fang Yu only remembered the dazzling light, and circles of light hung down from the sky.

In the light, there seemed to be a man talking to him about something.

The man appeared in another scene, but Fang Yu couldn't see his appearance clearly with all his might—he was talking eloquently, his mouth open and closed. There were three figures standing behind him at all times.

One is old, one is blessed, and there is a woman.

Finally he saw another picture, a majestic city in the middle of the jungle, with magnificent pyramids one by one, and waterfalls hanging down from the overhanging islands like white waterfalls.

Countless lizardmen crawled below, in long queues that stretched far into the forest. In the procession, a richly dressed priest was separating the crowd and walking up the steps step by step.

It looked up and asked in an old voice, "You have decided, my God?" ”

Then all dreams were shattered.

They plunged below, into a world of infinite darkness.

Fang Yu felt that he and those fragments were falling endlessly, and even thinking about it became long, in a state of confusion. He only vaguely remembered some of the events that had happened before, but he was at a loss as to why he had come to such a place.

Is he dead?

But isn't it time to go to the temple in Ameya after death?

It also took him a long time to recall Lady Ameya's name.

Then he heard a long, long voice coming from the sky, as if calling a man's name.

"Brother Ed?"

"Brother Eddard......"

It took Fang Yu about a quarter of an hour to remember that it was his name.

And he's not a dragon. He is a Chosen One, smuggled into this world from Earth, and almost a year has passed so far. He even formed his own adventurous group.

He did go to Dorifin, and he went through a lot of things.

At the thought of this, Fang Yu finally came to his senses completely—a long and narrow light separated the dark world, and he trembled his eyelids, feeling a faint light coming in from outside.

Like a baby, the first thing a square plover does is to naturally open its eyes, which look for the source of light.

The light pierced into his eyelids, causing him to close his eyelids again and slowly open them again. Then it became clear that the faint glow in front of him was a lighting crystal, which was being held in the hand of Miss Naturalist.

The latter, with red eyes, seemed to have just cried, and was looking at him with concern.

"Kita?"

As soon as Fang Yu spoke, he felt that his throat was dry as if a crack had been opened, and his voice was hoarse and dry.

He felt a burning pain in his throat and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. "Is there any water?" He asked, his mind still groggy and wondering what this was.

Ji looked a little strange, looking restless and cramped, and she shook her head with red eyes.

But Fang Yu hadn't reacted yet, just wondering if this was Ameya's temple or something else? Is he dead? Did Kita really die with him?

But then, he was stunned—

Because Fang Yu tilted his head and glanced at the familiar scene around him. It was still the gloomy underground cavern, surrounded by dark crystals, and the altar was still in the same place not far away, and even the skeleton above the altar had not moved in the slightest.

It's just that the dragon-slaying sword is gone.

Didn't you die? And what about the Black Knight?

As he was thinking, a voice came from the side, "You're really not dead, what kind of power is this, let me think about it-" The voice gurgled like two bones rubbing.

Fang Yu had never heard such a bad sound, and when he looked back, he saw a hand from the front, grabbing his cheek and shaking it from side to side. Only then did Fang Yu see that it was actually a bone hand.

The owner of the Bone Hand, a skull, actually, wore a black velvet robe, which covered its bony body under a broad robe; It pulled the hood up, and underneath the hood was a gray skeletal face.

There was only a red flame, like a ghostly fire, swaying in the two dark eye sockets of the skull.

However, it looked Fang Yu up and down carefully.

And Fang Yu also saw it clearly. Kneeling beside him, the black knight stood solemnly, resting his sword on the little girl's neck, motionless.

The skull looked at him for a moment—a hint of curiosity flashed in the red flames in its sockets, and it withdrew its hand and took a step back to stand not far from Fang Yuan. Although it may be strange to say this, Fang Yu did sense the 'curiosity' displayed by the skull at that moment.

He saw the staff in the other hand, and the purple crystal on the head of the staff, and suddenly understood what this skull was.

A lich.

Mortals could hardly withstand the erosion of magic, so they developed magic skills and related professions.

But in ancient times, there were still warlocks who risked their lives to study the spells of goblins, elves, and dragons. They found a way to expose their bodies to the power of aetheric magic, and that was to abandon the fragile bodies of mortals and transform themselves into undead.

Necromancers are probably one of the most peculiar schools of Attaria's time, and the ultimate goal of those who practice necromancer magic is probably to eventually transform themselves into vampires or lichs, just like the skull in front of them.

These ancient warlocks did indeed gain magical powers, and they didn't even need to resort to the power of magic furnaces and alchemy.

But they also paid a price. Because the body of the undead only has the adaptability of dark magic, after a long time of baptism of dark magic, coupled with the fact that it is a collection of negative consciousness, most of them fall into madness, lose their original heart, and become evil and cunning.

Most of them eventually become monsters as well.

But there are some lichs in this world, and since they are immortal, some of them are even quite ancient. Fang Yu didn't quite know if the skull in front of him was that kind of old monster, but he knew at least one thing - this thing was definitely not something he could handle.

The threshold for transforming a lich is to have a level 40 character, and the power will increase further after the transformation. In other words, even the 'newcomers' among the lichs are at least close to the strength of the second world.

There's a lich in this place.

If he had known that there was a lich under this castle, Fang Ou would not have come to this place if he was killed, and it would have been easy for the other party to detect these intruders or catch them.

Fang Yu didn't know if the vampire he had encountered before was controlled by the other party, but the other party definitely had this ability. Just look at the motionless black knight beside Kita.

He was now fully awake and recalled what had happened before he fell unconscious. It was this black knight before, so he and Kita were helpless, and even the proud fire djinn was not worth mentioning in front of the other party.

However, it was strange that the other party did not kill him and Kita - he had never heard of lichs having this habit - although these undead creatures were once human in their lifetimes, after their transformation, most of them have become indistinguishable from monsters.

The undead have an innate hatred for the living, and so do lichs. Moreover, they maintain the wisdom of human beings in their lifetime, and they can even be said to be more dangerous, and if a lich appears in any area, it can be exterminated by using an army.

Otherwise, it is not impossible to evolve into a small-scale disaster of the undead.

About fifty years ago in the Otsyrian Empire, a lich from Essorin's time and his army of undead swept through half of the empire's provinces, nearly causing catastrophe.

Since then, nations have taken these undead creatures seriously.

Just as Fang Yu was spinning these thoughts in his heart, the 'skull' suddenly spoke: "Who are you?" ”

Who am I?

Fang Yu felt that the other party's question was very philosophical. But what made him even more strange was that what a lich cared about his identity. It's like if you're going to pinch an ant to death, do you need to ask what the ant's name is?

Seriously, this place is full of weirdness, and one more strange lich doesn't seem to make a difference.

Not to mention the strange shadows before, this altar and the dragon slaying sword are just as strange. The head of the five dragon-slaying swords forged by the goblin back then, Moya the Dragon Slayer, has long since disappeared in the records, but it was actually broken in this place, and it was still stuck in the chest of a dead corpse.

What had happened beneath this Fort of Worm was questionable.

Fang Yu tried to move his hands and feet, but he couldn't move. The system prompted him to be paralyzed, presumably the lich's handiwork, and that some of them had necromancy to achieve this effect.

Then he saw in the system why he had survived - in the battle log, there was a 'Katrilan's Voice of the Stars' in effect, and he was spared death in anticipation.

Of course, it seems that it is almost the same whether you have dodged it now.

The 'skull' stretched out a knuckle and pointed at him, and his voice suddenly became a little sharp. "Don't think that if you don't speak, I don't know."

"You have the stench of those lizardmen, they have some mysterious powers, and it's not a strange thing for you to foresee death."

It spun around twice in place with its hands behind its back, a habit it seemed to have left over from its lifetime.

Then the 'Skull' stared at Fang Yu with a blood-red gaze that exuded malice. "Human, how did you get into this place?"

Fang Plover paid attention to some details of this lich, and suddenly realized that the other party might have only been transformed into a lich for a short time, and it still maintained some of its previous habits. Of course, he didn't want to sit still, and while the thought of how to get out of Kita was swirling in his heart, he replied:

"Of course that's how you got in, otherwise how else could you get in?"

"Don't lie to me." The 'Skull' smiled, "You don't have the blood of the Rogessel family in your body, how can you enter this place?" Who are you, human? ”

Fang Yuan's heart sank.

The lich knew about the relationship between the Rogersel family and the castle, and who was the other party? Or was it the owner of the castle in the first place? It's just that when transforming into a lich, something went wrong to make Wormburg what it is now?

But when he and Sylvid looked up the information before, they hadn't heard that any of the previous owners of Worm Castle had learned magic. Not to mention magicians, not even alchemists.

However, it is not ruled out that the other party deliberately concealed the truth, after all, no one would openly disclose that they were learning necromancy.

But Fang Yu also felt a little strange in his heart. If the other party had been in the castle all along, wouldn't it have known that the cat lady named Delis could take people into the underground?

Speaking of which, he noticed that neither Delis nor Miss Tata had gone somewhere, and that there was no response to the call in his heart, only a faint throbbing from the bottom of his heart.

He only vaguely felt that it was the feeling of the dark dragon soul that was in gestation, and it had been like this since it had come into contact with the dragon slaying sword before.

Fang Yu couldn't help but glance at Ji Ta not far away, and after the naturalist lady saw him wake up, she was obviously not so scared, and her hand was tightly grasping her magic guide book.

I don't know if it's because of self-confidence, or if I look down on this inconspicuous little girl, the 'skull' actually confiscated her weapon.

"Human," the 'skull' apparently looked a little annoyed that he hadn't answered it directly. "Don't think I won't dare kill you until I find out the truth, but I can do it from your companion."

"This little girl was very concerned about you before," she clucked, her jaw clasped, "and if you delay any longer, I'll cut off one of her hands." ”

Kita's face turned pale with fright.

Fang Yu knew that this guy could do what he said, after all, it didn't have any human feelings. He thought for a moment before he replied, "The reason is actually very simple, because I am the heir of the Rogersel family. ”

Of course, he lied to find out if he had any ties to the Rogersel family. However, he is not completely gibberish, in a sense, he is indeed the only blood inheritor of the Rogessel family at the moment.

At least it was Rocklen Rogersl who gave him that power.

But he didn't expect the 'skull' to hear his words, and suddenly sneered: "Nonsense, you are a Holy Chosen, how can you be the bloodline heir of the Rogers family?" ”

It pointed the staff in its hand at Kita. "Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."

Fang Yu was a little speechless, and secretly scolded himself for being mentally retarded. I didn't expect there to be such an obvious flaw here - yes, he is obviously a Selector, how can he be the successor of the Rogersl family.

However, it is no accident that the Elector often ignores the distinction between his identity and the aborigines. In addition, Fang Yu really didn't expect that this 'skull' would actually know the concept of the Elector.

But the other party's words also completely confirmed the guess in Fang Yu's heart. He hurriedly shouted, "Wait, I didn't lie to you." ”

The 'skull' stopped, as if he wanted to see how he was going to get the flawed lie back. However, it did not withdraw its staff, and it was obvious that as long as Fang Yu had a word that displeased it, Kita would probably suffer because of it.

"Does Your Excellency know Rocklen-Rogessle?" Fang Yu asked in a low voice.

"Who's that?" The skull's eyes flashed red, and he asked rhetorically.

It wasn't surprising that they didn't know the Archon of Dorifin. After all, Castle Aemus was abandoned more than a hundred years ago, before Rocklen-Rogssel was even born.

However, Fang Yu immediately asked, "That is the last head of the Rogsil family, his father is Maryland, the son of Nighthawk - his grandfather is Dontens, who once served as an archon in Agnes. ”

"Dontans-" When Skull heard the name, he finally reacted, "That kid is actually married, I didn't think any woman would take a fancy to him." ”

It looked at the square plover. "But what does this have to do with you, you don't want to fool around." 'Skull' said as he shook his staff over Kita's head.

It scared the naturalist lady and shuddered.

Fang Yu really couldn't stand it, and couldn't help but say: "Is it interesting to scare a little girl, how can Your Excellency say that he used to be a great warcist." ”

The Skull was silent for a moment, probably somewhat satisfied with Fang's statement—indeed, the necromancers who can transform themselves into lichs are mostly brilliant warlocks. The threshold of level forty is not only for the aborigines, but also for many electees, it is also an unattainable level.

When Miss Scarpe and Captain Quelod left Aitalia, they were only about thirty levels.

It then withdrew its staff and asked, "You said that Rockran was the last head of the Rogersl family, could it be that the Rogersl family no longer exists?" How is this possible? It was one of the oldest and most prestigious families on the Coast of the Rods. ”

Fang Yu always felt that when this 'skull' said the words 'the oldest and most famous', his tone was a little disapproving.

But if the 'skull' had asked him this question before Dorifin's party, he might not have been able to answer it. But after that, since he obtained that strange inheritance, he also went to investigate the relevant information.

So about the history of the decline and fall of the Rogessel family, I really know some secret histories that no one knows.

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