Roger and Zoertan stopped at the same time and asked, "Where?"

Wren pointed ahead, a wide street in the cavern, scattered with a few things. Zoltan adjusted his mechanical glasses and tried to look over, but saw nothing.

Roger's vertical pupils were also shrinking, and the witcher's eyesight was extremely strong, far beyond the average transcendent, but the distance was too far for him to see those things either.

Both of them looked a little puzzled.

Wren reacted at this time and said in a low voice, "You come with me." ”

The group walked up the stone steps into the cavern, which was also a dwarven living quarter, and the silence in the darkness was broken by the footsteps of the trio.

Soon after, reaching the street, Roger and Zrotan finally saw what Wren had said.

A few extinguished torches were scattered on the ground, and some of the rucksacks that had been opened, and out of them were black masses, all of which had long since rotted dry food. All around, there were broken swords, shattered armor, and dried black blood on the ground.

These things are clearly not dwarfs, but alien humans.

Zoltan and Roger couldn't help but be amazed at Wren's eyesight, how far away they could see such inconspicuous things.

Roger didn't ask, but went to take a closer look.

The witcher was an expert in this area, and quickly came to the result, saying:

"It should have been a time when the rune circle was opened, there were five people in total, and they encountered a battle, which ended in less than two minutes, and everyone was killed. ”

He walked around the scene and found a few more details: "There are traces of spells, and the enemy is a very powerful spellcaster. ”

Zoltan and Wren were both shocked.

The rune circle opens every sixty years, and it was thought that very few people would enter, but now it seems that more people know about Ironbeard Fortress than expected.

"What about their corpses?" Wren asked suddenly.

Roger pointed to a few faint traces on the ground, his face became very solemn, and said: "The corpse was dragged away, and the weapons and equipment were also looted, but dry food was left, it is very likely to be an undead creature, we have to be careful." ”

Zoltan was taken aback, "You mean it's still inside the fortress and it's not out?"

Roger nodded.

Wren shook the hammer, his sharp gaze swept around, and the sound of all things turned on with all his might, but he didn't notice any unusual movement.

All three raised their vigilance and moved on.

Soon after, Zoltan found half of a carved map in a room in the living quarters, and finally recognized his location and determined the route to the next level of the temple.

Walking through the caverns, you walked through the tunnels that were carved out.

"In front is the middle plaza of the third floor, which is also the largest cave on this level, where there is a passage to the fourth floor......"

Halfway through Zoltan's words, he suddenly stopped and looked ahead in a daze.

Wren and Roger also stopped.

Not far ahead, the dome of the head collapsed, as if a terrible earthquake had occurred, and countless boulders and earth buried most of the cavern, and there was no way out.

Wren looked up at the edge of the collapse, where there was a black fissure, hundreds of meters long, from which stones fell from time to time, blowing weak air currents. There is an air current, which means that it can lead to other places, but this crack can collapse at any time, let alone pass through it, and it is dangerous to even get close.

"This road doesn't work, is there any other way?" Luo asked in a loud voice.

"There may be, but it's hard to find, you have to take a detour. Zoltan flipped through the ancient books on his waist, re-planned the route, retreated to the cave behind, and after a long detour, he finally found a path, went deep into the ground, and entered the fourth layer.

The fourth floor is also the living quarters, similar to the structure of the third floor.

The Moradin temple that Zoltan was looking for was on this level, but when the three of them went to the temple, they were blocked by a huge collapse.

After studying in the collapsed cave for a long time, Zoltan turned around and smiled bitterly: "This time we are in big trouble. ”

"What's wrong?" Wren asked.

"This collapse must have occurred on the second level, the water of the Felegren River poured in, soaked and softened the second layer of earth, which happened to the most fragile structure of the fortress, one layer overwhelmed the other, causing a chain reaction, and I estimate that the next few layers also collapsed, and the whole fortress was split in two, blocking all the way to the other side. ”

Zoltan explained, pointing to the map of the book.

The core area of the dwarven underground fortress is generally the most spacious cavern, but these caverns are also the most vulnerable places after they are hollowed out.

If there are dwarves living in it, preventing water ingress, then no problem.

However, after the dwarves withdrew, the fortress was left unmaintained, and its collapse was almost inevitable.

After comparing the map, Wren found that the collapse had divided the fortress into two halves, like a huge beehive with a wooden plank inserted diagonally, half of which was two-thirds, and the other half was only one-third, and he and the others were in the smaller half.

Whether it is the Moradin temple or the main passage in the fortress, it is almost in the other half.

"Are we trapped?" Roger asked, frowning.

"Possibly. Zoltan frowned, tugged at his red hair, and said in a muffled voice: "We can't pass this floor, we can only continue to the next layer, maybe there is another way." ”

"What if the floors down there also collapsed?" Wren was skeptical.

Both Zoltan and Roger were silent.

After a long time, Zoltan said, "We shouldn't be so unlucky, let's find a way first." ”

After a few hours, Zoltan found a remote passage, and after passing through it, he reached the fifth floor. Unfortunately, the fifth floor was also blocked by countless dirt boulders.

To make matters worse, the direction of the collapse is oblique, like a landslide, and the further down you go, the more space is blocked, which makes the area of the fifth floor smaller than that of the fourth and third floors, with only a few cellars intact.

Zoltan could only propose to go down and try his luck on the sixth floor.

But after searching for a long time, I didn't find a way to the next floor, and every road was blocked.

"It's really over!"

Outside a small temple, Zoltan sat on the steps with a depressed face.

Roger's face was also not good-looking.

Wren was quite calm, he observed the temple in front of him, which was dedicated to the patron god of the dwarves "Mahal", a majestic stone statue stood on the stone steps, more than ten meters high, the image was a male dwarf in thick armor, holding a battle axe in one hand and a war hammer in the other, posing as if he was about to enter the battle.

No one worshipped for thousands of years, the statue was weathered and damaged in many places, and Wren did not sense the breath of divine power.

It is said that Mahal, the god of dwarves, was severely injured by the evil god of the abyss and fell into a deep sleep, and has not yet recovered, and has not answered the prayers of the dwarves.

However, Wren was not interested in the statue, but in the temple.

Gazing through the door of the temple, there was a faint fluctuation of magic inside, extremely subtle, and it would be difficult to detect it if it were not blessed by the will of truth.

Wren didn't rush in, and walked over to the two and sat down.

Zoltan put down the metal box behind him, took out dry food and distributed it to Wren and Roger, and walked in the fortress for almost a day, both a little hungry.

In addition to dry food, the dwarves prepared three cups.

He picked up the water collection stick in his hand and chanted the incantation, and the water element in the air gathered and condensed into clear water, which flowed down the slender stick, and soon filled the three cups with a small half cup.

The water collection stick is an alchemical product, a must-have for adventurers.

Wren was eating dry food and drinking water, while taking the water collection stick and observing it carefully, studying its rune principle, quite interested.

Zoltan chewed his food, and when he saw Wren's appearance, he couldn't help asking, "Wren, you don't seem to be worried about us not being able to get out at all?"

Wren returned the water collector to him, smiled, and took the microphone from his pocket.

"It might take a lot of trouble to get out of the relationship with the outside world, but we definitely won't die. ”

Zoltan saw the microphone, he recognized what it was, but he was still a little puzzled: "What's the use of this? The rune circle can only come in, not go out, do you want people from outside to come in and die?"

Roger didn't figure it out either.

Wren was a little helpless and explained: "In addition to the one-way teleportation array, there are also two-way ones, we can let people arrange the rune array outside first, and then come in to arrange the corresponding teleportation array, otherwise you can go out." ”

"Of course I do. ”

Zoltan sighed and said: "Do you know what materials are needed to arrange a two-way teleportation array? How much do these materials cost? At least 10,000 gold shields! Moreover, this kind of two-way magic circle can only be arranged by legendary wizards, if I could invite a legendary wizard, plus 10,000 gold, I would have prepared it a long time ago." ”

Wren looked stunned, but he was not stumped.

Asking Captain Pollock to go to Viola via the microphone sheet shouldn't be a problem. 10,000 gold is a bit expensive, but there is a way to get out.

He laughed and said, "My friend can invite a legendary wizard, and he can raise 10,000 gold." ”

Zoltan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and Roger was also relieved.

The two were about to ask who Wren's friend was, when suddenly there was movement in the temple, like the sound of stone slabs moving, and then a strange laugh came out.

In the laughter, there is a magic effect.

"Dread!"

Wren recognized that this spell was not a single fear spell, but something similar to a large-scale "group fear spell", but it was not like it, it should be the incidental ability of some kind of creature.

Crowd Fear is a five-ring spell that can only be cast by the caster of Legendary.

If the opponent is a legendary spellcaster, Wren immediately turns around and runs.

He looked left and right, and neither Zoltan nor Roger were affected by the laughter. The dwarf drew his soul spear, and in his other hand he held a double-edged battle axe, and the witcher's sword was already unsheathed.

The three of them spread out slightly, staring at the door of the temple.

An emaciated figure walked out of it, in the form of a human, wearing a tattered and wrinkled robe, with only a layer of skin on the skull, the muscles withered, and the eyeballs in the eye sockets had long since rotted away, turning into two crimson flames, shining with evil light.

Two hand bones poked out of the sleeves of the robes, holding a staff in one hand and a book in the other, the book was closed, and the cover was painted with purple runes.

This outfit, if not without flesh and blood, is like a powerful spellcaster.

"Lich!"

The three Wren immediately recognized this famous undead creature.

Each lich is transformed by a sorcerer or other spellcaster, and in order to survive in the world, they pray to the "Lord of the Necromancy", one of the four evil gods of the abyss, perform a transformation ritual, transform their bodies into undead creatures, sacrifice their souls, and become believers in the abyssal evil gods.

After becoming a lich, the caster does not need food, air, or water, and is theorized to live forever.

In addition, the lich not only has all the spell-casting abilities in life, but also has been granted by the Lord of Necromancy, so that he can master more necromantic spells.

Wren opened the Eye of the Soul and glanced at it cautiously.

This lich is not a legend, but it is infinitely close, he was already a ninth-level elemental envoy before his death, and there are more than thirty arcane elements in his soul, and a gray-white fire of faith is entangled, revealing an endless aura of evil and death.

Wren didn't dare to look at it more, because it was the embodiment of the divine power of the Lord of the Necromancy.

The Lord of the Necromancy, whose honorific name is "Yegris", is also known as "Death", "Master of the Undead", "King in Black", "Reaper", "Gravedigger", etc., and the abyssal plane he rules is usually called the Underworld, and all topics about death cannot avoid this terrifying ancient evil god.

Among the four evil gods of the abyss, the Lord of the Necromancy is the most feared existence.

He is not as crazy and tyrannical as the Lord of Darkness, nor does he have the strange changes of the Lord of Chaos, nor the corruption and filth of the Lord of Plague, he just wants to destroy all living creatures, harvest the souls of the living, and grasp the true meaning of death!

All the undead creatures in the world were created by the Lord of the Necromancy.

The Lich is one of the masterpieces of the Lord of the Necromancy.

The lich walked out of the temple and did not attack immediately, the flames in his eyes flickered a few times, and he "looked" at Wren and said, "Do you have a way to get out?"

Its voice was very ugly, like it hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time, and every word was jerky.

Wren didn't reply, but looked at the two companions, and the lich's words revealed a lot of information.

Apparently, the lich was also trapped in the underground plug.

Unexpectedly, it came in through the rune circle many years ago, and then found that it couldn't get out, and in order to survive, it transformed itself into a lich. The traces of the battle found in the cave on the third level should have been the work of this lich.

In addition, it is whimsical that this lich actually wants to go out.

"Why don't you answer me?"

The lich didn't get a response, the flames in his eye sockets became blazing, and he seemed to be in a heated mood, and cried out in hatred, "Hehe...... It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, when I kill you and sacrifice your soul, you will naturally get what I want. ”

Before he could finish speaking, its staff was lifted and slammed lightly to the ground.

Rumble!

A fierce flame erupted like an explosion, instantly turning the entire square in front of the temple into a sea of fire.

At the same time, the Lich's figure transforms, transforming into three identical Lichs.

Each lich is armed with a staff and a rune, and there is no difference between them, and they each choose a target and cast a spell on the three Wren in the sea of fire.