The streets of the town were deserted, with only one pedestrian in Gallo, and although it was 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 Gallo like the two guards, with a look of complexity and strangeness, with a 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.

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

Gallo, 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.

At last Gallo arrived at a square in the middle of the town, where many of the inhabitants were gathered, standing upright with their backs to him, like stakes, and when they sensed 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?"

Gallo 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 Gallo first, then at the flame in Gallo's palm, and a smile on his face was not quite the same as the one around him, as if he was mocking and mocking.

And Gallo, 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? ”

Gallo 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 Gallo is particularly curious.

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

"Who gave you confidence? Is this flame as pitiful as a fourth-order holy flame? ”

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

A crowd of residents poured out from behind Gallo, and with heavy, sluggish steps, they surrounded him in the middle of the square.

Gallo did not answer his question, but 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! As a reward for making me laugh, I'll keep you sane and become a ghost..."

What would a resigned spirit like for a pastor? It's really exciting. ”

The other party's malice was already very obvious, but Gallo 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, aren't you lichs 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?"

Gallo 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 Gallo continued:

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

"Can these townspeople be saved? Can you turn back into a human? ”

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 for me! ”

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 and lunged at Gallo at a speed far beyond the average human.

A shield appeared in front of Gallo, enveloping him in the middle.

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 spread around Gallo.

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.

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Thank you for the wordless heart, the generous reward of the book friends on the stormy night of the second yuan.