"Hopefully, these tears will bring you courage, not despair. The otherworldly soul whispered, and then he heard a dull laugh

The air suddenly turned cold, the gray frost flowers covered the damp walls like moss, and the only faint light seemed to be swallowed by something, and the spirit of the other world raised his hand, and in an instant, his spell enveloped the survivors, not only to save them from being corrupted by the lich's death aura, but also to ensure that they fell asleep and did not get in the way of his conversation with the uninvited guest.

"I didn't know you could be so sentimental," said Arthur, who had entered the city, disguised as an idle playboy dressed more flamboyantly than their mentor Edelle, to which Cremar had nothing to say, but he immediately made a second gesture and pulled Arthur into his half-plane before his bones tightened.

He could feel the magic fluctuations around Arthur's body fluctuating violently, but he was still careful not to cast a single spell, but the magic gems and runes on his body lit up, indicating that he could start a fierce battle at any time- The soul of the other world had no intention of making enemies with him for the time being, and after a while, Arthur also realized this, but he still had to complain in his heart that the mentor still transmitted his bad disease to his youngest disciple, and Edair often pulled others into his half-plane at will, which was a very dangerous move, because just like Arthur's reaction just now, such behavior could easily provoke the hostility and defense of others.

On the other hand, it was also a show off and a warning, indicating that the master of the Half-Plane didn't mind being your enemy, and even more, he didn't think he could be his enemy, Arthur put his hands back in his sleeves, suppressing his anger and humiliation— Unlike the other lich half-planes, this half-plane is alive and well despite being covered in white sand, with flowers of fire blooming at the ends of the heavens and the earth, providing heat and light to the plane, and the ice beneath the sand melts in places where people can't see, gathering into rivers, forming lakes in low-lying places, and the surrounding areas of the lakes have seen the footprints of turquoise vegetation and animals.

This really doesn't look like a plane that an immortal can have. Arthur watched meaningfully as the black-haired Dragonborn grabbed a bird that had flown in to him and tucked it into his sleeve as if nothing had happened, in order to avoid death from the negative energy surrounding him, even if it was just a small bird. When did his colleague, the disciple of the Guru, become like this...... He didn't know, and he deliberately avoided probing, for no one knew if Cremar's change was due to their mentor Edherna, who was called the Mad Lich, but they all knew that everything he did was rewarded, but some could be known, and some might never be known.

But he soon became aware that Cremar might be working for their mentor, and so were they.

"Do you want to tell me something?" The otherworldly soul held down the little beak of the bird's arm, the little creature had the bright feather color of the morning sun, and chirped like an elf playing a piccolo, the only downside was that it was too curious, and if it didn't catch it, it might run to Arthur against its instincts.

Arthur didn't care what a bird was: "If it's power or wealth," he said, "you're already standing in a place where many humans can't reach you," The fire of the Lich Arthur's soul watched over his black-haired colleagues in dark eyes, not every immortal could push the empire that rightfully belonged to him into the abyss as wanton and absurdly as Edair's, and the Lich who was once a lord or lord would also seal the castle and disguise himself as a living under the service of terrified servants, and when they needed fresh corpses and souls, they would also play tricks and provoke wars, he had mistakenly thought that Cremar was one of them, after all, he had been a member of the royal family of Grenada, one of the heirs of the new king, but it turned out that perhaps another disciple of his mentor had his own ideasWas it because he had regained this body? was it a spell created by Edal, or a prank by some god, or a deal with a demon or a devil?" ”

The soul of the other world nodded, Afra had already sensed the strange and powerful fluctuation, although she didn't know what it was, but her followers did track the traces of the bone dragon, and the lich easily guessed Edherna's purpose, anyway, the essence and godhead of the dragon gods were originally taken away from them by Edair, but he never imagined that his mentor would be crazy enough to resurrect a god.

That's why he drove the lichs of the Seventy-Seven Islands to land to divert the attention of those who are omnipresent - it's just that the lich of the Seventy-Seven Islands hasn't invaded the territory of the living on a large scale for hundreds of years, and under the control of Ederna they may have been starving for a long time- Insatiable is not just a word used to describe humans, the shackles that are opened are not so easy to lock, and this grand feast of the undead may last for years or decades, but Ederna does not want to be limited at all, he is a demigod lich, not a demigod, and he has never been indifferent to how humans are.

"I will not pursue what you have taken," said the spirit of the other world, "but this is the end of it." ”

"Are you saying you're ready to fight us?" Arthur's soul fire flickered slightly, and he even couldn't help but laugh a little, really, what could be funnier than a lich declaring that he would defend humanity against his own kind?

"I have something to do. Said the soul of the other world.

"It's the same with us. Arthur replied lightly, and then they fell into a brief silence, it was clear that the negotiation had failed, and neither of them wanted to back down, "You will be facing the lich of the entire Seventy-Seven Islands." Arthur reminded, "You will be the target of public criticism." What he didn't say was that in a hundred years, Cremar would eventually return to the Seventy-Seven Islands, and their mentor had not sheltered him when he was still alive, let alone after he had been transformed into an immortal.

Then he saw the smile of the black-haired dragonborn, not without sarcasm: "When are they, you, not enemies?" If it must be defined as the undead, then the extreme self can never be deleted, you know, in order to achieve their goals, they can even abandon everything they have in the world, including body and soul, if there is any praiseworthy emotion between them, it is probably the attachment to power and knowledge. Only a handful of lichs are still nostalgic for the past, but that's not a good thing or a bad thing, but there are no such "weaklings" in the Seventy-Seven Islands in the lich's memory.

It's not uncommon for the lich to be feared that if they return to the Seventy-Seven Islands after being thrown out of the astral plane, then even if his mentor Edle has lost his curiosity about new things, other lichs will do it without thinking, this phenomenon is not uncommon here, the weak will eventually be devoured by the strong, if they give up just for the sake of ethereal emotions and promises, will the people who benefit from it become stronger because of the benefits, and even enslave or even devour themselves in turn?

Either one plus one equals two, or one minus one equals zero, this simple arithmetic problem can be answered even by goblins, let alone the best of the spellcasters, the lichs.

"And," said the souls of the other world, calmly and calmly, "they will soon find out that it is better not to be my enemy." Arthur could understand his subtext, and indeed, he had risen faster than many people could have imagined. The poor colleague of the lich suddenly felt a headache, although he had no head and only a skull a long time ago, but the other plane also suffers from phantom limb pain, doesn't it?" He said, then opened his fingers hidden in the wide sleeves.

Fighting broke out without warning.

Arthur didn't even throw a low-level spell as a temptation, it was a shock spell to slow down Cremar's reaction speed, followed by a binding spell, and then he directly threw a trigger magic gem, which contained a high-level "imprison the soul" spell, as long as the gem was touched, it could imprison the creature that touched it, along with the body and soul, in the gem, which is also a spell commonly used by lichs.

One of the three spells was immediate, the other was a rune, and the third was triggered, that is, almost explosively, at the same time, he could feel that his binding spell was indeed grasping something, unlike his magic fluctuations shaking violently, he was like a weak human clutching the rope that bound the dragon, and this overly slender rope would break at any moment, he whispered a short spell, and created an ice worm, driving it to grab the bound object.

And just as he uttered the last syllable, a beam of incomparably brilliant light scattered from Cremar's chest like a bursting arrow, and the source of the light was a very small, very small bird, which burned all around it with a faint cyan flame, which had almost reached the highest temperature that mortal flames could reach, and even the Mithril Essence Gold was inevitably melted by it— Arthur let out a loud cry, the Ice Worm had melted before it could do anything, and the steam from its massive body on contact with the flames could literally steam even the ground - the lichs hated fire, not only because they were one of the few elements they were immune, but also because the light and heat of the flames were originally part of the embodiment of positive energy, and the lich, who could be said to be a condensation of negative energy, certainly would not like this stupid thing that would bring hope and strength to the living.

The flaming arrows did not disappear after dissolving the ice worms, and the bird transformed into a petite girl who could stand on the palm of her hand in the flames, her body white and dazzling, and her eyes were as blue as the ocean, and her anger could be seen clearly even if it was as small as a fingernail, and Arthur immediately remembered the essence of Kremall's unbeatable charm - although he had heard that Kremar had a fire elemental minion before, shouldn't that minion be a spider? The humanoid fire elemental creature indicates that she is at least a fire elemental lord.

And in the light of the flames, Arthur could clearly see a tiny vortex formed in the steam, and when he tore open a scroll to keep the fire elemental lord out, he had already guessed what kind of spell it was - a shadow box, the caster opened a small dimensional portal, and teleported an object to the shadow plane, he could leave it alone, or he could take it back after the battle, anyway, the soul gem no longer belonged to Arthur.

Arthur drew his wand with his backhand, and when he broke it, there was a violent explosion around it, and the waves of the explosion dispersed both the flames and the steam, he didn't find Cremar, but he didn't panic at all, if the battle ended like this, he would be surprised, he immediately crushed a rune, the prophecy spell in the rune pointed out the enemy's location for him, he suddenly rose, dodging the bite of a pair of invisible fangs, and then he quickly flipped his palm, and the acid that covered hundreds of feet in a radius poured down like a torrential rain, and in the rain of acid, a moving blank spot became the best targetWithout hesitation, Arthur threw a spear of thunder and lightning, and the spear spread out in an instant through the transparent image, and the scattered small electricity outlined the outline of a human figure - was it him?

Arthur made an immediate judgment, a powerful spell struck him, but under the protective spell, he was only tossed high upwards, and as he rolled like a small ball, he was also looking for his enemy, and he saw it, their eyes meeting in the air, and at that moment, countless filaments suddenly split into Cremar's shadow, and they clung to the black-haired Dragonborn, dragging him towards the muddy ground— It might have taken Cremar a moment to break free from them, but that was enough time for Arthur to finally cast one of the most important spells he had prepared.

The soul of the other world held his hands, and under the "teaching" of the demigod Lich Ederna and the demons and demons of the bottomless abyss, it had crossed the most difficult barrier for psychic warlocks to cross, which was why he was able to face Arthur and the other lichs of the Seventy-Seven Islands so calmly, but in the depths of the sea of knowledge, the lich who had been watching the battle suddenly burst out laughing.

- Ready, he said, this battle can be over.

The Lich has already distinguished what kind of spell Arthur is about to cast, and this spell is also one of the lich's favorite spells, it can not only destroy the undead, but also absorb the negative energy in the undead into their own body, in short, it can not only deal damage to enemies but also replenish their own health.

The problem is – they don't have negative energy in their bodies......