As the name suggests, the salt river is flowing slowly with high-purity salt crystals, and if a creature falls into it, it only takes a few breaths to be pumped out of the body, and the rough surface will be covered with crystal salt crystals, and as the river slowly moves forward, it is like a work of art that deliberately stands here. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It reminds the lich of the elves' rivers of starlight, which are equally bright and flickering, but the rivers of starlight nurture life, and the river of salt devours life.

Looking out from the demon's back, you can see the majestic city, the aforementioned Zerata, which can be seen by every being with eyes, but it is not easy to enter it- Prince Edark's subordinates obeyed his will by setting up portals for transmission on all levels, most commonly black bushes reaching out into the sky like burnt corpses, or turquoise flames leaping through the rocks, and as the lich looked down he saw a traveler being chased by demons, and he boldly jumped into one of the flames, thinking that it would lead him into Zelata, but the flames suddenly rose and engulfed him in one fell swoop, and the screams of the traveler caught the attention of their mounts, and he laughed, clearly pleased with the ingenuity of their king-- If they could go on, they would see that, after the green flame had been extinguished, a gray-green shoot was drawn out of the ashes, and the shoot stretched out, and grew strong, solidified into a black grove, forming a new entrance to the fresh flesh - which could be called a kind of black humor, incomparably cruel and incomparably playful.

The flying demons began to swoop, and in an instant the city that seemed to be thousands of feet away from them was suddenly drawn closer to them, and in an instant, they were rushing into Zelata, the brilliant cobalt blue sunlight covering the bodies of these outsiders, bringing an eerie chill, their mounts gliding through the misshapen structure, and a gargoyle suddenly opened its mouth and howled no more than inches away from the lich, perhaps as it had always done- If someone really fell down the flying demon because they were frightened, then they could feast on it, but in the middle of a mistake that would seem long and extremely brief even to describe it as a heartbeat, an invisible hand grabbed the gargoyle and dragged it down the sharp corner of the building, and the gargoyle's body fell to pieces in an uncontrollable fall, and the gray-white body of the flying demon beneath them appeared pink ripples, and dozens of soft tentacles also happily protruded from under the skin, like a timid little girl to wrap around the lich's wrist。

"It seems that some of us are very popular. The red-robed warlock couldn't help but say.

The former undead gave him a strange glance, and the demons had fallen, and he said to his cohabitant, that he was a little hungry—didn't he understand that it was a very unwise thing to show his hostility to a man favored by demons in the abyss?

In the next moment, the warlock, who was obviously too mouthy, fell without warning, and countless white teeth wriggled in the cavity below, and he screamed, and the flames enveloped him, and maybe some other runes were at work, anyway, he was spit out after about a few breaths, and the cloak had been corroded by acid, revealing the robes below, and several of the gems on it had become dim, and it was clear that although he had not been eaten by the demon, he had also been hurt and frightened.

The hollow hole he spat out with a few puffs of black smoke closed as if it had never been there. The red-robed warlock gripped a scroll in resentment, wanting to teach the demon a lesson, but he glanced up at Ferrek Hill, where the succubus sat leisurely in front of him, gracefully stroking his hair on a tentacle-surrounded seat, indifferent to what was happening behind him. He glanced at the other two again, one of them was the one he had twice made sarcastic remarks, and he didn't quite understand, wasn't this a fallen priest? In the bottomless abyss, a white robe was really conspicuous, was he fearless, or was he naïve and ignorant?

The Warlock was not yet stupid enough to provoke a fellow whom he couldn't see the details of the third time, and he set his eyes on the third man, who, like the Warlock, was wrapped in a wide cloak and couldn't see the color of his robes, and the Warlock was suddenly annoyed at his recklessness.

-- What a dangerous guy. Said the soul of the other world.

――Can you feel it, too?

- Well, the spirit of the other world says he's influencing us - maybe some kind of potion that slowly evaporates, or runes.

- Yes, said the lich.

The unlucky gargoyle just met a not very pleasant lich, he only had one day to spend the day of revenge, and after being affected by the spell of a third person, he became extremely irritable, but this kind of irritability, because there is still a soul relationship in his sea of consciousness, which can be reminded, but the other candidate does not seem to have such good luck, I hope he can find out something wrong soon, right, the soul of the other world muttered.

-- He is also our enemy.

- Compared to a cunning and sophisticated enemy, the soul of the other world did not hesitate to say, of course I would choose a less threatening one.

- Very good, said the lich, very Grenada.

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Perhaps the red-robed warlock had also noticed that his emotions were not quite right, and he cast two spells on him, and before the flying demon landed on a bright mirror door, he reverted to his original appearance, and he did not see the embarrassment that he had almost been eaten by the demon.

"The Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors. Ferek Hill said, "Follow me." ”

The Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors is the antechamber of the Grazt Palace, although it is said to be ten thousand mirrors, in fact, no one knows how many mirrors there are here, and the teleportation entrance, behind the mirror door, guarding two seductive demons, they have dark brown skin, wrapped in black stripes and patches, and their foreheads and backs are covered with stings and sharp horns, each of which is more than fifteen feet tall, but in conflict with their terrifying appearance, they have a pair of gentle violet eyes, and when they stare at someone, they can't help but believe them- This is how many people with weak consciousness become bait and currency for seducers, but their favorite thing is to lure the stubborn human to ultimate destruction by promising power and wealth, after all, the souls that are easily obtained are not tasty and too fragile. But when he saw a dragonborn looking at them intently, one of the seductors was still a little curious, no matter what, it wouldn't be a weak person who could be brought here directly by Ferric Hill.

And his gaze seems to fall on ...... On their arms, these pincers that can easily wrench a giant may be strong, but when it comes to seduction, the least is as good as a succubus's ass, look at the other two, hey, they don't want to be jealous of Ferek Hill - because looks can't be said to be the best among succubi, Ferek Hill is always very concerned about his prey, and the seduction demon doesn't want to die for such a ridiculous reason.

Fortunately, the dragonborn quickly looked away, and they entered the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors.

There is nothing but mirrors here, which are mirrors, at least in their opinion. Ferek Hill was three steps away from them, but it seemed that she disappeared as soon as she turned around, and the moment Ferek Hill disappeared, the red-robed warlock and the lich retreated, and the other turned left, and they were also hidden in countless mirrors, and the third man sighed regretfully, let go of his fingers, and undone the spell that was ready to be unleashed.

The road here is endless, the surroundings are very quiet, it is said that there should be random Boda corpses here, but at least for the third person, his journey is lonely and monotonous, mirror after mirror, looking up is a mirror, and there are mirrors under his feet, the images in the mirror are continuous, if a mortal is allowed to come, he will probably go crazy after a while, and the third person only finds it boring, he stops in the mirror and the mirror, and begins to calculate the distance he has traveled and the probability of the mirror transformation. As a great mage said, there is nothing in this world that cannot be calculated, and after he has finished his calculations, he continues to move forward, and just like this, after reincarnation twenty-seven times, he sees different things in the mirror.

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- What do you see in the mirror?, the otherworldly soul asked with interest.

- I saw my skeleton and my black robe. And the lich said, "What about you?"

- I think you're lying to me, insincerely. The soul of the other world is a little sad, this kind of sloppy to the perfunctory of flying - do you know that you will lose your baby if you do this again?

- Yours. Said the lich.

- Okay, okay, the soul of the other world looked at the mirror in front of him again, and said hesitantly, crab meat pot?

The Lich knows what a crab pot is.

The Temptation Demon is also known as the Crab Demon, because their forearms are two fat - no, wait, two fat, no, that seems too ...... The two strong pincers, what exactly do you want to say, just look at the blue-shell crabs sold by the fishmen at the Liberty Market in the Bunker of Bi Promontory......

"So, though it is called the Mirror of Truth," whispered the Lich, "it would be more accurate to say that it is the Mirror of True Desire." ”

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As he said this, an indigo flame suddenly flashed in the mirror, and the lich walked in without hesitation.

The teleportation spell sent him to an empty wilderness, where the white bone towers pierced the sapphire blue sky like dense arrows rushing out of the ground, and under the white bone towers, there were sixty-six milky white ivory towers with soft colors, the reason why they didn't need to count to know that it was sixty-six, that is, many spellcasters knew that the most favorite and valued fortress of the dark prince Grazt was the sixty-six ivory towers, as for these white bone towers, they were probably part of the new territory that Grazt opened up for himself after the bottomless abyss and the nine-layer hell reluctantly merged。

In addition to the lich, there are also several qualified candidates appeared, they are the same as the lich, they have a slight dizziness the moment they land, the fluctuation of teleportation disappears immediately, people who come here cannot go back, of course, they will not choose to go back, since they are here, it means that there is something more terrible than a bloody war forcing them.

Like the Lich's Mentor Ederna.

The red-robed warlock didn't show up, and it was not known if he was disqualified or left somewhere else, but the lich saw a familiar person, and he gestured to the lich, then gently removed his hood.

Arthur the Lich, who disguised his appearance with spells, looked like a gentle and graceful young man, but even if the Lich didn't use his magic, knew that beneath this perfect skin was a rough skeleton of bones - Arthur was always looking for all sorts of reasons to neglect his skeleton. There are also those who deliberately do not clean and perfect their skeletons, such as poor children who pay attention to their appearance - it takes a long time for them to accept their skeletons, but once they do, they will take care of their bones seriously. Because of the problem of negative energy erosion, it is pitiful enough that the lich always wears tattered robes, as soon as you cast a spell, or as soon as the enemy casts a spell, the wind lifts the robe, and you see that the cracks between the bones are full of thick dirt, the surface of the femur and ribs are either pimples or yellowing and discolored, the feces of insects and dead moss leave spots on your skull, and when you say a spell, your teeth are full of dark unknown objects like pictures...... As a result, your enemies are defeated by disgust instead of your subtle spells...... It's even more desperate than a newborn lich lifting his robe to terrorize a human child.

Of course, Arthur wasn't the worst of all, he occasionally cleaned himself up with fire, ice, or negative energy, but compared to Cremar, who can be described as a month of time every time he was maintained, his bones probably complained that he was born inhuman.

Before entering the astral journey, the lich also thought about polishing a bone for him, polishing it to be very bright, white, and smooth, hoping that he could get inspiration from this particular bone and clean up the other parts properly. But then, you know, the Lich recognized Arthur at once when he was in the Far North, but at that time, it didn't seem appropriate to offer him a bone polish - so the Lich had to support the Otherworldly Soul Fat to beat him up.

"Hello," Arthur said, "I'm Arthur." ”

"Cremar. ”

"A Dragonborn. Arthur said, with a malicious look, "Shouldn't he be a warlock?"

That's what Arthur said when they first met.