The hall was empty. Many of the things inside were covered in dust, and there were some books piled up in the corner, but they were all moldy, and the dewired pages were scattered all over the floor. With shriveled entrails, broken limbs, and scattered bone fragments on the ground, it seems that the lich was too lazy to clean his own dwelling, and as a result, it made a mess of it.

Directly in front of them was a stone platform with many bits and pieces, such as an unknown skull, a broken finger, an air-dried bat carcasse, and some tools such as sutures, pliers, and scalpels. But the most striking thing is the round sphere in the center of the table.

It was a huge crystal ball that sat on the base of the Demonized Thor, a crystal ball that was about to crumble, to be exact. The crystal ball was covered with dense cracks, it did not fall apart only due to the limited inward binding force provided by the base, but the depth of the crystal ball sitting on the ring base was very shallow, and perhaps with a light touch, it could be scattered into pieces.

Diego understood what was happening at the first glance of the cracked crystal ball.

Yes, magic backlash.

As you can see from the existing signs, Mobent? Fell, the former necromancer who had not been transformed into a lich for a long time, was obviously not so skilled at manipulating so many undead monsters. He had to cast spells with the help of this crystal ball, which in a sense was like an amplifier that amplified his abilities.

There are pros and cons to doing this, the advantage is that he can control the number of monsters far beyond the limit of his own ability through the guò crystal ball, but at the same time, in order to convey power, the crystal ball is connected to the displayed space on a certain level, and Diego's holy light energy rampage filled the space where he was, and this crystal ball could not withstand the torrent of holy light transmitted from that space, and finally collapsed.

This magic backlash is obviously that the lich has brought Yan zhòng's damage, if it weren't for the fact that he had already converted his flesh~ body into a bone frame. Then Diego, they must have seen the blood he vomited all over the stone platform.

In this way, the sudden loss of control of the previous undead was justified - the lich had been hurt beyond his limit, and he could not hold on.

Of course, this qiē is just Diego's speculation. He was not 100% sure that the truth of the matter was like this. Maybe it's a trap? But Diego thought again, if this lich had this strength, it would be better to kill them directly, why bother to do it? Diego racked his brain to guess the meaning of the sight in front of him, because he was convinced. When facing a lich, it is impossible to be too cautious, but it has to be said that this time, he really thought too complicated and was led into a ditch.

While Diego was thinking, Masrae stepped forward curiously and touched the cracked crystal ball with his paws. The moment the tip of his claw touched the crystal ball, the orb shattered with a thud. The splinters smashed against the stone platform with a clanging crunch, echoing far and wide through the silent underground hall.

Diego was startled, and he turned to see the Night Elf spreading out his paws with an innocent face.

"Hey, man, be careful!" He reproached him, "Aren't we in less trouble?" ”

"Aren't we just here to get into trouble?" Masrae muttered under his breath, his voice was small, but unfortunate. Diego heard it anyway.

"Could this lich have another lair? Somewhere to hide? Before Diego gets angry, Samuel brings the conversation back to the point - as Diego surveys his surroundings, the paladin quietly winks at the bear, who smiles back with a surprised smile. He had never known that this old monk, who was always serious, had such a lovely side.

Diego looked at the passages around him, and he didn't know where to go, to be honest, since the abandoned mine, he had already found that this world was very different from the memories of his previous life, blindly following those memories of the past. What brings isn't necessarily a good thing.

"Reinier says there's no other exit here, but I'm not sure, because no one knows if the Cult of the Damned has reformed it." He said vaguely. With his head down, he scrutinized the hall before spreading his hands, "I can't find any valuable clues." ”

In fact, it was the first time his tracking had failed completely - it was littered with pus, bone fragments, rag heads, and the like, and it was hard for him to tell who it once belonged to. The lich's laziness has inadvertently helped him, and it seems that being too diligent is not always a good thing.

"Shall we look separately?" Masrae said, but this mention was immediately vetoed by Brother Samuel.

"We'd better stay together, because spreading out will only give that lich a chance to break it, and maybe that guy is waiting for us to do that."

"Okay, let's check these passages one by one." Diego had no choice but to take this stupid solution, but a stupid solution to the problem was also a solution, wasn't it?

The first thing they checked was the corridor on the left side of the hall, which was not very long, only more than thirty meters, and there were some rooms on both sides, similar to dormitories, because there was only a bed and a stool in these small rooms. Lichs do not need to sleep, and these beds are clearly intended for the living. Diego roughly counted the number of beds, mentally compared them with the number of necromancers they had killed, and found that there was one more.

This discovery made Diego's heart sink a little, where would this fish that slipped through the net hide? It was really hard for him to imagine that when they were fighting to the death with the lich, the terrifying sight of a necromancer suddenly popped up. This picture made him can't help but sweat all over his body, and his entire back is soaked.

"Watch your back." He said to Guan Haifa in the connection of consciousness. The big cat lurked in the shadows, and he didn't show his body until now, but the feedback from his consciousness made him feel a little more grounded.

They returned the same way from this passage and walked towards the corridor in the middle. At the exit of the road, Diego unnoticed a piece of lapis ore on the ground. The grade of this ore is very low, and even after being cut by craftsmen, no gem-quality lapis can be extracted, but the loose crust on its surface is a good camouflage, and no one will notice anything unusual about such an inconspicuous little stone. (To be continued.) )