In fact, it is an explosive trap where any creature that approaches it will detonate the energy it contains. Of course, now Diego can only infuse it with the power of the Holy Light, but this power is precisely the most powerful for the undead.

Diego did this to prevent the lich from playing hide and seek with them, and to slip back into the one they had inspected while they were checking the next one. Otherwise, the fun would have been great—they couldn't have been in a catacomb with a lich who knew the terrain better than anyone else.

As luck would have gotten this time, the passage led to another underground hall. There are many coffins in this hall, and it seems that the place where the embalmed corpses are buried.

But at this moment, the coffin has been opened, and the corpses inside have gone there, and several people know it. However, it also saves a few people the effort of opening coffins and searching for corpses - it is said that in Naxxramas, the old den of the Scourge of the Dead, many lichs like to hide in coffins.

But after carefully examining all the coffins, everyone was disappointed - the lich was not here, it seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, and disappeared without a trace.

"Could it be that this guy has really escaped?" They couldn't help but think to themselves.

"I think there's still some way to go." Just when everyone was a little depressed and ready to go back to check the last corridor, Masrae suddenly said mysteriously.

Just as everyone was looking at him, he took the lead towards the side of the hall, where the torch could not shine, and he walked into the shadows as if he had walked straight into the wall.

Diego's mouth opened in astonishment, for Masrae looked more like a prophetic traveler than him. It's a strange feeling, like someone who has always thought that he has a huge secret that he is afraid to tell others, but one day he suddenly discovers that there is someone around him who has the same secret, and it is better hidden.

Diego followed the group with mixed feelings. It is a narrow passage more than one person high. There were no torches attached to the stone walls, so it was a little dark, but judging by the light coming from the end of the passageway, it was supposed to be a small passage connecting the two halls that had previously been used by the undertakers.

But when halfway to the passage. The bear suddenly stopped, shook his head and looked around, this action made everyone nervous, and they all clenched their weapons.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't feel right," Masrae said with some hesitation. He turned back into human form, groping around the unmistakable wall as if groping for an invisible door.

Diego couldn't help but put on the spell energy goggles and looked around carefully, but found nothing.

"I've looked at similar human tombs before - you know, I've always wanted to be Harrison? A master of archaeology like Jones - there should be a door in this location! Masrae said without looking back.

Samuel's face darkened suddenly, in Azeroth, it would definitely not be commoners who could afford such a large tomb, only nobles and churches. I just don't know which one Masrae is looking at.

Diego smiled at Samuel with some embarrassment, to be honest, the difference between archaeology and tomb robbing is sometimes really difficult to define.

"I see." Diego said to himself in his heart, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, a little happy, but also a little disappointed.

"Right here, there's a door." Masrae straightened up and said firmly. He gestured to the wall to the size of the door, then knocked on the stone wall. But there was a sound of a knock on wood from under his fist.

Obviously, it was a secret door disguised by magic, and unfortunately, none of them knew how to dismantle the illusion. But fortunately, the rough man has the benzene method.

"Get out of the way." Diego whispered. His companion obediently did so.

Diego stood in front of the wall, leveling his death gaze, and the next moment, the gunfire thundered, and the shotguns bombarded the walls, splashing up the sky. However, when the smoke and dust cleared, they were greeted by a wooden door that had been shattered.

Through the large hole in the door, you can see that there is a bottomless staircase behind the door.

"He didn't run away," said Brother Samuel, a little excited, for capturing a lich would be a sensational event for the entire kingdom, and in his memory, such a thing had never happened - they would have gone down in history for it, "and he was still here, just hiding somewhere no one knew!" ”

"Nobody knows?" Masrae snorted and said mockingly, "But we'll pull him out like a groundhog out of a hole." ”

They walked down the stone steps, and Diego felt like he had entered a muddy sewer. Unlike the neat and solid stone walls above, the passage had not been opened for a long time, and the rough walls and ground were so damp and pitted that Brother Samuel, wearing iron boots, had almost slipped several times.

He poured the power of the Holy Light into a moonstone embedded in the sword. Suddenly, a soft light emanated from the gem, illuminating the path ahead.

As a result, they have moved much faster.

The walls of the tunnel are all not solid earth, and in many places it even needs to be supported by planks and stakes to prevent it from collapsing, and the road under your feet seems to be endless, stretching along the slope to hell.

Diego couldn't help but shudder, as if frightened by this terrible thought of his own.

In this dark and oppressive atmosphere, everyone became nervous, as if danger lurked behind the damp cave walls, and Diego stared at death, guarding every turn, every corner, in case of a deadly ambush behind it. From time to time, Masrae raised his claws, scratching impatiently at the walls. Even the most calm Samuel reactivated the aura of protection against Shadow Damage, and the glow of the Holy Light shone in the corridor as longing figures, which writhed wildly across the walls as they advanced, looking like ghosts.

In this way, before exhausting all their patience, they followed this only passage and finally reached the lowest level, where the staircase no longer extended downward, but led straight to a room. A pale light shone through the door, pulling long bands of light on the ground.

Looking through the wide open door, you can see that there are simple wooden furniture in this room deep underground. A bed, a wooden table, a few chairs. Seemingly like the residence of an ordinary person, Diego immediately realized that this was Mobent? Fair's last refuge.

In the middle of the house stood the eerie figure of the Lich. It was a creature floating in the air, its feet not even touching the ground.

The group stared nervously at the guy with weapons in hand, watching his every move, and even a normal person in Azeroth could recognize what this guy was—a lich.

It was a rotten, clean skeleton, but it was clearly distorted to look like a human skeleton, its teeth and fingers had become hideous and sharp, two huge sharp horns protruding from the sides of its cheeks, and its hollow eye sockets shone with ice-blue soul fire. It wore only a golden shoulder pads with many spikes and a crown of the same color, revealing its ribs and spine, and from its waist down it wore a lavishly scattered purple dress with many large gems. A large circular chain twisted around it, snaking and swimming like a viper.

"Hello, human, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and it's almost made me lose my patience." The lich screeched with a piercing grin. Diego didn't know how the skeleton made sounds, as he knew that the lich didn't retain vocal cords.

"Allow me to introduce myself, the local bishop of the Cult of the Damned, Mobent? Fell, at your service. He bent gracefully and said. (To be continued.) )