Danos was exhausted, and even those standing beside him could be said to be the elite of Grenada, but in any case, they were the living, not the undead who could not feel pain and exhaustion. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He could feel that the warlocks around him were breaking a wand, which was not a good thing, compared to their wayward leader, a Grenada warlock would not use a wand or a scroll unless he was forced to do so, because these were their killer weapon or the last chance to escape, Danos had no doubt that if it were not a frenzied magic zone around this place, and the lich also had a high probability of restricting the use of teleportation spells, the only remaining caster of them might have left them behind, but even if he hadn't thought of this, the lessons of the past were enough to dispel this delusion。

Or rather, they had been forced to think hard about how to get the people around them to die before they did, they had created a circle of defense in a round room with a broken but still half-walled wall, the warlock guarding against ghosts and demons, the knights against the lich dogs, zombies and steel golems, and Danos, who was both a warlock and a thief, trying to repel any terrible foe who tried to tear the gap between the two of them, and he had no time to breathe, and even to pay attention to other places while fighting the enemy, just like now, he concentrated and waved his armsA steel spider golem toppled over on his spell back, and as it was climbing, it couldn't find enough foothold, and as a result, it rolled straight down, hurting its companion as it rolled down. As he threw the spell, Danos had drawn his dagger and narrowly pierced the head of a lich dog, which had already fallen among them, but had not yet had time to find a victim.

The Warlock's hair was soaked with fine sweat, and he was almost at his limit - he reached out and pinched his gem pendant, hesitating whether he should use it here, at this time- The decision made for him was a wisp of the ghost, which wailed hoarsely to intimidate the living, and held out its finger to the caster, its touch made the warlock's elbow suddenly paralyze and freeze, his left hand slipped limply and fell weakly, while feeling a wave of confusion, the harsh training in the Grenada Warlock Tower made him immediately raise his right hand, but the second ghost rushed from behind him, his right hand had already grasped the pendant, but could not exert force, the ghost's fine curse made him unable to concentrate again at all, he wanted to shout, begging for help from Danos, but his tongue was also frozen- When the warlock fell, his consciousness was still clear, and he saw that the two ghosts had rushed up and waved their arms, their illusory limbs did not cause harm to humans at all, only their voices and touches could cause harm, but they did not know, or they did not care, they hated all the living, hoping that they could die miserably with endless resentment like themselves, and the ghost was followed by a zombie, unlike the ghost, which could tear its body to shreds with its little white teeth that flowed with warm blood。

Grenada's red robe was terrified, it wasn't that he hadn't been without the threat of abuse and death, and it wasn't the first time he had sniffed the mourning wasteland, but he knew very well that this time he might not be able to escape, and he prayed that his soul would escape the lich's hunt and not be devoured and used as currency, but then he was keenly aware that this fear was not just brought by ghosts and zombies, or even from the lich- He saw the ghosts that were just a stone's throw away from him froze and then became transparent in an instant, vanishing without a trace like sugar cane sugar melting into the water, and the zombies were like grotesque puppets piled up in the desert, and with a slight tremor, they began to crumble finely from their skulls, and particles smaller than sand flowed down, piling up a small spiky cone in place.

Immediately afterward, the warlock felt another wave of magic, and as a dome glowing with a soft white light descended on his vision, he realized that the black-haired broodborn might be much more powerful than they thought.

The undead wailed, the spirits crumbled, the zombies and lich dogs turned to sand, the demons cursed and fled, only the Iron Spider Golem was still following the orders of its master and trying to kill the intruders, but their single power and the previous collapse had been badly damaged, at least the Grenadas had solved the problems of these Gaddagadas by the time their leader returned to their midst.

The black-haired Dragonborn, unlike what they had imagined, looked unscathed, except for the loss of a red robe. Beneath the red robe was a knee-length white robe, simple in style and without patterns, which was incompatible with Grenada's style of advocating opulence, "The bottomless abyss is below," the warlock muttered with mixed feelings, "he is like a priest of Tyre." ”

"It's nothing," said the knight beside him, who had just been threatened in the neck by a Lich Dog, "and I suddenly found that I still liked those in white robes. ”

His companion glared at him.

Danos took a deep breath, and it occurred to him that he didn't seem to be able to see the bone dragon anymore, and the giant skeleton: "...... that dragon," he asked hesitantly.

"It's not a dragon," Cremar said calmly, "just the remains of a pseudo-dragon." "And now there's probably only bone meal left. And after absorbing the negative energy, the bone meal may only be used for feed or mixed with ceramics.

The Warlock looked disappointed when he heard this, and he retracted quickly, but he still saw the black-haired Dragonborn smile at him, "But I think we can still find something, given that this was once the domain of the undead who had almost become demigod lichs." ”

"Of course," he continued, "the first thing we need to find is the life box. ”

Then they heard a loud laugh, but it was not until their Highness stretched out his hand that the little devil Asmodeus revealed himself: "Fortunately, my honorable and mighty master," said it courteously and triumphantly, without mentioning the shameless act of snooping first at an unfathomable crevice or hole, kicking the silver string around his neck: "Yes, I found it." ”

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"So we're just seeing a lover lich. ”

"Or you might call her a Couple Lich, or not," said the black-haired Dragonborn.

"That's not surprising. The warlock said, "I always feel a sense of disobedience that is difficult to put into words. "The Lich does concoct and use poisonous potions, but disguised himself and then expected his enemies to drink it is not something that every Lich does - it can only be called a prank, especially when he has only a dozen enemies.

But it makes sense for a couple of lichs to do this, her own strength is far inferior to that of a lich, and there are always minions that she can't control, not to mention that she lacks enough wisdom and pride in the first place.

It may be difficult for the average adventurer to guess that the main fort that has unleashed countless spells and hides steel golems, zombies, lich dogs, and ghosts is not the lich's real hiding place, but her life box has not been hidden outside of the withered spirit, after all, the outside world is a frenzied magic zone, and no one knows what kind of destruction and influence the life box will be there - the life box is buried in two secondary forts behind the main fortress, buried in a square underground cistern.

The water smelled like a newborn lich, and all the lichs were immune to this process unless they were transformed into a skeleton that they had neatly packed themselves into a skeleton - the black water reflected the jewels on the top like mirrors, and when outsiders invaded, they crawled out of the pool like tentacles stretched out of living creatures, wrapping around them, sucking their life force. Poor mud demon bats plead and curse in lingua franca and aqua, but their voices can't get through the thick stone doors and walls, and they attack with acid and stinking clouds, but the black water has no nose and no skin.

When the Blackwaters finished eating and were ready to return to the cistern with a strange sense of satisfaction, something happened that would have struck them all like a bolt from the blue - their home was gone!

Leaving aside how Blackwater had searched everywhere in the underground stone chamber that had been sealed again, a dragontooth knight looked in awe at the creature in front of him—a purple worm that was more than twenty feet in diameter when it was in a circle, and which was almost as long as an adult dragon without a tail. An ordinary person who needs to run ten heartbeats, has a cavity more than five feet in diameter, has a regular pattern on its thick skin of wisteria flowers, has the same belly but moss-green, its head is split from the middle like that of lampreys, and its mouth is full of dense teeth that allow them to swallow their prey more quickly.

The Dragontooth Knight was tempted to ask if he would be attacked, and he was about to slice open the Purple Worm's abdomen anyway, but in the end he gave up, questioning a Warlock's spell might be more terrifying than provoking a Purple Worm.

The adamantite short sword from Cremar pierced into the abdominal cavity of the purple worm, and the warlock threw a spell to prevent the dissected place from closing instantly, and the knight prayed to step on the open milky white inner cavity to continue to cut inward, the purple worm's pain was not strong, but you know, no matter what creature has a small worm crawling in its body, it will want to scratch it, just when the purple worm couldn't help but want to roll and rub, the knight's short sword finally touched something hard, the knight immediately drove the short sword to the right, and then without warning, the same heavy thing slammed into his chest, and he was pushed out with the short swordand his companions rushed out and dragged him away, or else the great stone cistern would crush him into a bloody scrap of paper.

The purple worm shook its head in confusion under the spell, its memory of how it swallowed such an inedible big creature in its stomach was blurred, but it was still happy to get rid of this burden, and for some reason, there was an eerie aura that made it want to return to the dark and warm underground as soon as possible, and it did so - the black-haired dragonborn reached out and touched the purple worm's fully closed belly, watching the behemoth burrow back into the ground like a cutie.

No one may notice it when it is embedded in the ground, but as soon as this cistern is moved to the ground, the problem can be immediately seen - its depression is obviously much smaller than its original size, and the souls of the other world have walked around it, and the former undead have skillfully pointed out seven spell traps and the same number of traps, now that they know, cracking and eliminating them is not a big problem, even if some spells black-haired dragonborn know but can't release it, but they also have a powerful warlock, isn't it? After meditating for six small grids, he was much better.

Now all they had to do was open it, and inside was the Companion Lich's lifebox, like candy hidden in a tight box.

But the black-haired Dragonborn made them wait about a little bit for one Lich to deal with another...... Instead of having otherworldly souls who don't know much about lichs fight against an enemy that could be even more intractable.

――Are you saying that the soul of the other world hesitated to ask, is there anything else in it besides the life box?

- If it is true as I guessed, said the former undead.

An invisible hand pushed open the upper part of the cistern, and its upper and lower parts were joined together by mortise and tenon joints, and if someone tried to find the entrance from above, he might find that it was a complete stone, but when viewed from the side, he could clearly see the tenon and eye, and the part that was originally connected was also inlaid with copper and gold to ensure a tight bite, and they even bridged together under the weight of the long time, and after the upper part was forcibly pushed away, the metal part rolled up unsightly.

The warlock thought that they would be hindered and attacked more, but to his surprise, the owner of this place seemed to be tired of it, there were only scattered mottled bones in the stone coffin, and the bones were covered with black marks, and even if someone tried to put it together, it could still be seen that it was only a part of the bones, the most complete was a skull, and there were two shrunken eyes in the skull, and there was a small box of Mithril in the arms of the white bones.

The Warlock only glanced at it and stopped looking, although he coveted it, it was not that the Lich would not die, but after the end of another long life, the bones they left behind were extremely valuable materials, and if these bones were used to replace a part of the living, then the living could have some power that only the Lich could have, let alone one that could control a Lich, even if it was just a couple of Lich's lifeboxes.

The former undead took the life box, "Do you want this?" he said, and before anyone could understand what he meant, the little devil Asmodeos jumped out in ecstasy and swallowed the life box whole.

"Three hundred years. The little devil's master said, and the people immediately saw the little devil with a pretended sad face.

"And what about these?" asked Danos.

"These are worthless," said the former undead, "the remains of the master are not here." ”

"Is the life box fake?" the warlock asked involuntarily.

"The fatebox is real," said the former immortal, "he loves his wife, but love is often the most beautiful cloak of lies." ”

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