When he saw the sunlight again, Gülen took a deep breath.

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Not everyone is familiar with the Lich's transformation ritual, but even Berdwin knows that this is an unusual situation- Although it is true that in the Elven Van Vilien, there is a record of an undead creature, and even a lich who would repent and repent deeply and be willing to atone for his previous actions, but that may be small, so small that such a thing never happened, and they did not expect to see such a miracle in such a crude city of Yongdao that was not worthy of being written about by the bard, so even though most of the adventurers could not understand what was happening, they tried to interrupt the ritual in their own way. Leona was the first to throw a rune, but she was not a spellcaster, so the spell she chose was completely wrong, and the flames that erupted from the rune were swallowed up by the vortex of cold negative energy, and it failed to produce any effect, while Berdwin swung his broadsword and tried to destroy the circle, but he could not get anything but the ear hole bleeding from the scream of resentment, and the cunning thief saw this and shot two crossbow arrows, which fell to the cold ground before they could leave his shadow.

Perrant glanced at Cremar before casting the spell, the black-haired spellcaster looked solemn, with a bit of contempt and arrogance, his hands in his sleeves, and he didn't even chant the spell, which made the druid pause his movements- As a druid who had been wandering the outside world for hundreds of years, of course he knew that the previous actions of this gray robe were to perform a most evil and poisonous ritual, and if this ritual was successful, they would have to find a small life box in this huge and complex Yongdao City, or even more far, or they would have to face a lich in seven days, a lich, arguably the king of the undead, and a completely different concept from a gray robe.

One might think that the young mage ended the battle early because of his inexperience or negligence, but Perrant learned from Kerryben that although Cremar could only be said to have just come of age (by human standards), he spent half a year, that is, six years, with his mentor Beavis, in a frenzied pursuit of a lich day and night, and they even entered the Seventy-Seven Islands, which the living avoided, which caused Cremar to be unusually lacking in some common sense, but he had an extremely deep understanding of the lich and the undead under his command, and he was willing to trust his little friend once and take ten thousand steps backThe druid also believed in himself, it was not the first time he had encountered a lich, and it would be more accurate to say that during the long years of wandering, no less than three lichs had completely perished under his bow and arrows, along with their life boxes.

"How's your foot?" asked the lich, looking down.

"Not so good. Kerry Ben said that the little devil's claws were highly poisonous, and the negative energy swirling throughout the room was like a vulture attracted by fat, scrambling to pounce on the elf's wound, and he himself cut open his boots and drank the healing potion, but the wound continued to flow black blood, festering and expanding, just like he did in Thundercastle.

"Bear with me. The lich said, "This room cannot be healed until the ritual is over." ”

"Wait," Leona said, staring at the indescribable, cold and dark mass of air— There was fluorite lighting in this room, but the strange thing was that the light it emitted was even fainter than the starlight covered by the clouds, the princess knew that it was a bit foolish to use black to describe an invisible air mass, but she couldn't find any other more suitable adjective, the gray robe loomed in the air mass, his feet off the ground, he seemed to be dead, and he didn't seem to be dead, as if he was devoured, but as if he was filled, that kind of strange scene may not be forgotten by Leona in the mourning wasteland: "Are we just looking at it...... Looking at ......"

"The birth of a lich, perhaps," said the lich, "but it's quite strange anyway, and see, it can be used as an accompaniment to the drinks in the tavern when chatting with people." ”

The princess almost laughed at the mean statement: "Can't we do something?"

"There's no need," said the lich, "and you think a grey robe smeared with synthetic spices made of gnomes can really be ...... Was the ritual a success?" and he used the flesh and blood of the elves - an idiot who knew nothing, not to mention the unextracted, vibrant flesh and blood would only cause the vortex of negative energy to be disordered and skewed, and there was an elf here, didn't he think that the negative energy would be attracted more by this larger piece of sweet lure? The Lich didn't think he was a lich or a disciple of the Grey Robe at all, it was quite possible that this guy was just a victim of a malicious joke, and there are many such people in the Seventy-Seven Islands, and when they are bored, they will deceive and lure the living with specious things, and these boring undead will rattle their jawbones and teeth when they go astray from which there is no turning back.

Not to mention, he actually chose the elven arrow as the final blow to consume his own vitality, the elven's enchanted arrow will also make the delicate transformation circle flawed, if he has a mentor by his side can make up for it in time, maybe he still has a little hope of saving, but now, I'm really sorry, no matter what he will become, he will definitely not become a lich.

Next, he may become a zombie, or he may become a half-lich, no, not a demigod lich, the most unbearable mutilation of the undead, a brain-dead undead, reborn only with the body, and the mind is destroyed with his original body, an ugly monster, like the corpse or other undead creatures that he has driven, the greatest value can be the trophy of some daring person- But there is also a high probability that he will lose his mind completely, and if he prepares a mind container in advance, he may be able to store his mind in the container after the soul connection spell fails, then he can still gain eternal life, but as a ghost.

But do you think Lev would have prepared such a mental vessel? The gods are on top, and it is also expensive, only a little cheaper than a life box, poor Lev, after making the life box, he is afraid that he will not be able to get a single gold coin - the lich knows why he is so crazy to attack them at this critical moment, and the flesh of the elves can be used as a substitute for many spell casting materials, or as a sacrifice, and as a bargain with the devil.

At this time, Leona and the others had retreated to the end of the room, sat down, the surging and thick negative energy would not only make them cold, but also make them weak and painful, fortunately, the duration of this ritual was not long, the negative energy extracted from the four undead creatures sealed in the statue was completely integrated into the body of the dead Lev, his body turned into gray-black ashes and fell down the entire room, without the need for the lich to remind, everyone else pulled up their hoods, covering their eyes, mouth and nose, and then the fluorite light also seemed to become normal, the temperature in the room rose obviously, and the lich threw a tiny fireball at will, it shook in the air, but did not immediately extinguish.

The lich told Kerriben to sit on the statue's knees, tore open a scroll, then chanted a spell, cast another spell, and immediately the situation improved, the blood was no longer black, but russet, then dark red, then bright vermilion, and then the blood stopped oozing, and the wound was closed, leaving only a grayish-white scar.

Nothing could be stronger and more irresistible than the plants that Perrant spawned from the depths of the earth, exploring and growing with gusto, their thick stems digging into every crevice and tunnel, and the messages that came back were like waves that nearly swallowed the druids - many of them were devoured by bugs (actually a kind of pudding monster), some were corrupted by acid in traps or gnawed by black rats, but many more were the only occupants and owners of the place. The adventurers only had to wait less than a morning in the sun for the druids to get the location of a strange box.

The lich who had returned to the sea of knowledge did not want to say anything more, and he suspected that Lev had hidden his most precious treasure under his pillow like some of the most stingy merchants.

The life box was as empty as the lich expected, but Perrant still broke the life box, because the life box was inlaid with gems, and its own material was Mithril Essence Gold, and he also deliberately found a quagmire and threw all the pieces into it, Glenn couldn't help but feel a little sorry, but he also knew that it was not something he could handle.

They left after all this, and Lev's brutal rule over the realm helped the adventurers a lot, and the castle was deserted, and no one carried a barrel to put out the fire even when the blazing flames lit up half of the night sky, let alone now. The adventurers rode their horses for a day before they managed to find a ruined village, in which there was not even a priest, according to a few serfs who had not yet starved to death, their lord's wife, believing that the priest would only consume food needlessly, forcibly drove them away, and the young people were all recruited by the lady to be servants, grooms, or knights, and in any case they left and never returned, not that no one had gone to the castle to look for them, but even those who were looking for them did not return.

Some fled quietly, leaving behind only some elderly people and young children.

Cremar and the others rested in the village for the night, and in gratitude for the sweet potatoes (induced by Perrante) brought by the adventurers, the remnants of them sorted out the best room for them, and the druids promised to report back to them as soon as they saw the priest or other lord's knights, much to their delight. "Perhaps the Grand Duke would like to look here...... said an old man, "he is the master of our master." ”

"There are still very few fools in this world. Glenn grunted, contentedly burrowing into the fur.

When he felt cold (even though Perrant and Cremar had dispelled the negative energy that had lingered in their bodies, it was the depths of winter, wasn't it?), and he couldn't contain the thought of Memi, Reverend Flo's carcass plump and hot, sweet as honey, and he missed her and the days when he curled up lazily in fur with her.

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Mei Mi walked on the rugged rocks, even though the mountain wind was bitter and the rocks were covered with heavy frost, she was still barefoot, as if walking on the warm sand, her feet were as white as shells, there was no blood or dust, she was wrapped only in light silk, pulled behind her by the wind, revealing the graceful and seductive curves of women—a plump upper body and a flat belly, and a pair of legs as slender as a doe.

A man saw her, but that man was not a hunter, nor a farmer, but a priest.

"Gredy......" Plum Mi turned to the man, her voice as thin as spider's silk, but even the frenzied wind could not obliterate it, it seemed to be soaked in honey, and it was like gilt gold and precious stone powder.

"Flo. Gredi's priest smiled unscrupulously, she had thought she had met a tricky enemy, like Ilmote or Rosada's followers, but a priest of Flo? Although she did not understand why there was a priest of Frow in this place, and perhaps the young woman was indeed favored and favored by Fro, so that the former would not tremble in such thin clothes, no one knew the mystery better than her, and they might fear any priest of the gods, but Frow would not.

Unfortunately, this Priest Flo obviously didn't carry any precious scrolls or runes, she seemed to be pretty self-recognizable, but even if she didn't have a single thing outside of her body worth snatching, she at least had herself.

Gredy's priest touched her scroll belt, she also had a scroll that could summon a devil or demon from the abyss, and a priest, even if it was Flo's, would love it.

When she put her finger on the scroll, she even had the illusion that the scroll had been torn apart, and the flames in the bottomless abyss had burned her fingers.

Gredi's followers lowered their heads only to realize that this was not an illusion, she was really burning. (To be continued.) )