Seeing the little chest of gold that had fallen out of nowhere, Diego knew why the lich hadn't escaped - this was not a problem for a mage at all, a teleportation spell or a teleportation scroll could easily do it - he had come back to retrieve his life box.

For the Lich, the lifebox is almost his lifeline. During the necromancer's transformation into a lich, a portion of his limb is cut off and stored in a container with three runes inscribed on it - the Soul Sign, the Soul Returns, and the Reshape. This container is the lich's life box, and in general, as long as the life box is not destroyed, even if it dies, after a few days, the lich will be resurrected in the place where the life box is stored.

Normally, there would not be any spell traps on the chest, as these spells could easily clash with the rebirth circle that was constantly on it, so several people began to concoct this small box with confidence and boldness.

After much effort, the box was opened, revealing a heart still beating. The heart was very fresh, and it looked the same as when it was first dug up.

Several people looked at the bloody organ in amazement for a few moments, and finally Brother Samuel lifted the heavy sword in his hand.

"I'll come." He whispered. Diego passed the death gaze, a bare-iron bayonet was clearly good for that. As for himself, to be honest, Diego didn't feel any remnants of the power of the Light in his body now, as if it had never been in his body. He even suspected at one point that the Light had moved away from him, but that was clearly not the case.

The paladin did not refuse, he took the musket. Then he grabbed the handle of the gun and plunged downward.

Diego saw the heart contract violently—at a much faster rate than it had just beaten—as if to avoid the impending ruin. However, this resistance was no less than nothing for Brother Samuel, and the sharp bayonet easily pierced the human organ, nailing it to the bottom of the box below.

As if dying sensed the evil soul hiding in this heart, a violent holy light erupted from the bayonet, and some of it was just infused by the paladin.

The heart that had been stabbed writhed violently, like a shorttail snake that had been stabbed seven inches by a snake. Filthy blood spurted out of the ventricles and creaked. Yet the Light grew brighter and brighter. It was getting hotter and hotter, and after a few seconds, the lump of meat burst into flames. Diego felt as if he heard a terrible wail, but when he blinked. When I listened intently again, I found that I couldn't hear anything.

After a few minutes, the flames gradually extinguished, and all that remained of the crate was the slag and ash foam. The monk stepped on the chest with one foot and pulled the bayonet out of it, the blade still shining as new, and the filthy flesh left no trace on it.

"We've got to go." He handed the musket back to the hunter and said wearily. The fierce battles were already a burden close to the limit for his age.

They followed the tunnel back to the surface. But it takes much longer to return than it did when it came. Although the explosion did not cause a large-scale collapse of the tunnel, falling rubble and mounds of earth can still be seen from time to time along the way. In some places, they even have to crawl forward to get through the almost blocked tunnels.

So when an hour later, the group crawled out of the tomb exhausted and dying, Diego felt like he had been reborn, and the feeling of seeing the light of day again was tearful. The gloom and gloom of the twilight forest didn't seem to be so annoying anymore.

Most of the soldiers were sent to the town by Rainier to carry out the final cleanup, but he still led a small group of soldiers to wait at the mouth of the tomb. Diego was the first thing they saw. It is their face as if they were facing a great enemy.

When they saw the return of the group, irrepressible cheers erupted from among them. Reinier even pounced on them, hugging them one by one.

"Can you imagine how tormented it was for me to wait outside?" He hugged everyone's backs and slapped them so hard that in fact, not long after Diego went down, he regretted that he hadn't gone into the hole with them.

On the way back to the town, they were warmly welcomed, and every soldier who saw them knew in their hearts that they had won the final victory in this battle, and that Raven Ridge was now safe.

Back in town, the enthusiastic soldiers turned out three deck chairs out of nowhere and let a few people lie on them. After a series of battles, there is nothing more pleasant and comfortable than a good rest. Masrae even lay down in his chair and fell asleep.

Relaxed, Reinier is starting to get busy, and he still has a lot to deal with. He had to arrange for men to count the spoils of war, count the casualties, and how many houses were still usable; And you'll have to arrange for a courier to get in touch with Nightshade and buy some supplies from there, which is the closest human settlement to a few days away. In addition to this, the land must be completely purified, all bones must be cremated, and all graves must be filled. Otherwise, it won't be long before this place will attract lichs who want to take it as their lair - that's for sure.

There won't be any agricultural harvest in Raven Ridge anytime soon, as it will take a lot of work to purify this cursed land, at least not this season. This damp, filthy, rancid land is not suitable for any crop, and even if it is barely grown, it will be polluted and cursed like the twisted and knotted trees around the town. This grain is inedible.

But they didn't have a little bit of gain, because there were some things that they couldn't get anywhere else except the necromancers. It's not that it's technically difficult, it's that making these things is too challenging for human morality, and just by listening to the name, you can see how brutal the process of getting them is. For example, the Shadow Skin (which is actually the skin that has been peeled from the living), such as the Necromantic Rot, such as the Necromantic Essence, and the Dark Rune, almost every item on these items embodies the pain of the living and the curse of the dead, oh, and I forgot to mention that the Church of Light completely prohibits the circulation of such materials in the market.

In addition, there are some special bones that are also very valuable, these white bones that have been mutated by long-term demonic energy are very scarce alchemy materials, and can be sold for a high price in Stormwind City. Most of the bone staff used by those necromancers are made of this bone, which is greatly improved for unleashing dark spells.

They went back to the town and rested for a while, until it was getting dark and night was approaching.

Due to the strong smell of death, the town is not yet inhabitable, and must be cleaned and purified. So everyone began to return in the direction of the camp. By this time, it was already approaching evening, but the soldiers who were in high spirits were fearless, the Cursed Sect had been defeated, what else was there to fear in this area?

They sang and walked through the town, in the evening mist, until the camp came into view.

At the first sight of the camp, Diego sensed that something was wrong, as he didn't see any sentries from the watchtower, nor did he see that the camp gate was manned. Moreover, at this time, the camp should have at least been filled with smoke, and you must have informed the men that a few hours earlier, when they had sent someone to escort the wounded soldiers back to the camp, Rainier had already informed the men to start preparing dinner—"Let them prepare a little more sumptuously, and we will celebrate the victory with a carnival tonight!" That's what he said at the time.

Diego's heart suddenly hanged. You know, the priest girl stayed in the camp to treat the wounded!

The spirit of the cheetah was activated in an instant, and he ran all the way to the camp. The moment he rushed into the gate of the camp, the tragic situation in the camp was like a scoop of cold water poured down on his head, and he was drenched in the cold.

The camp was littered with corpses, some had been killed by magic, others had been torn apart by claws, some had even been eviscerated, blood gurgling from the ground, soaking almost every inch of the dirt.

Next to the wounded soldier's tent, the priest girl lay cold on the damp mud floor, a rusty sword stuck in her chest.

At this moment, the sunset finally completely fell below the horizon, and the sky was completely darkened. (To be continued)