The earth shook violently, and dust fell. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The old man shook and grabbed the edge of the bed and shouted at Wren, "Lei Zai, run!"

The eagerness and panic on the old man's face could not be concealed, and Wren looked at this scene gently, his expression gradually cold.

"It's all gone. He muttered to himself.

Bang dang!

The roof beam fell and crushed against the old man. The pain made her face contort, but she mustered up her strength and shouted hoarsely at Wren: "Run, there's an earthquake!"

The color of struggle swept through Wren's eyes, and his expression became resolute, and he said word by word: "It's time to end!"

Click!

As if the ice had been punctured, the old man in front of him was shattered little by little, along with the dilapidated house that Naren had a deep impression on, all of them were shattered little by little.

An invisible wind came, and in an instant, these scenes in front of him were blown away.

Everything returned to normal, revealing an underground palace.

The palace is huge and magnificent.

Directly in front of Wren is a long staircase that leads to the throne above.

It was identical to the throne in the Troll's Domain, but to Wren's creep, there was a wandering figure on the throne.

The figure was made up of black mist, and only the red eyes were particularly eye-catching.

He was looking at Wren faintly at the moment, and there was an indescribable look in his eyes.

The Troll Lord Shvik was prostrate under his throne, eating with pleasure on his face, apparently mired in a state of illusion.

On the body of the Shvik, a layer of red phantom was shrouded, faintly revealing the shape of a demon.

Wren used his mental power to wipe the wetness from his eyes, and he looked away and looked at the black phantom in front of him warily.

His knowledge of the world was no longer as scarce as it had been when he first crossed over, so he knew the creature in front of him.

More precisely, he cannot be called a living being.

He is a terrifying species between life and death, capable of wielding the power of ghosts and ice, known as the Lich.

Legend has it that the Lich is the result of some mad wizards. They have near-eternal lives, delve into all the secrets they want to know, gain uncanny mystical powers, and lose everything that is human.

There is no doubt that lichs are evil beings because their food is soul!

As Wren stared at the lich in front of him, he suddenly felt a slight sway in the space, and a blue figure fell from the sky.

"Oops. The man screamed, and his eyes suddenly became confused.

Specks of imperceptible white smoke flew out of the man's head and swept towards the lich.

"It's the Dark Elf girl!" Wren's eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked sideways at the Shviks and saw a similar change in the Troll Lord, as well as the red-faced demon that parasitized it.

"It seems that the lich is devouring their souls little by little. Wren thought to himself.

As for the appearance of the throne and the return of the Shviks at sunrise and night, Wren guessed the reason.

The throne should be a trap, the red-faced demon and the Shviks are bait, and he is the fish that catches the bait!

The corners of Wren's mouth twitched, revealing an inexplicable smile.

"Wizard ......" A strange voice appeared directly in his head.

The voice was extremely dry, and what made Wren feel strangest was the words.

It wasn't either the language of the Divine Continent or the Dragon Continent, but it was the same language as the spell that Heidi had taught him in the first place.

Wren raised his eyebrows, and his expression became solemn.

"You're amazing to be able to get out of my illusion. After a while, the lich's voice became coherent and clear.

This way of speaking is directly emanating from mental shocks, after all, it is impossible for a disembodied lich to speak.

Wren replied in the same way: "It's just a fluke, I have no intention of going against Your Excellency, why don't you let me go, how about you let me go?"

Wren's words of concession made the lich's eyes redden, and the whole palace became more and more cold.

Wren couldn't help but shudder, he was a little unable to resist this cold aura.

"This lich is very strong, even surpassing the ninth-order blood crystal wizard. Wren's face turned pale, completely devoid of his previous contempt.

Just as Wren pondered how to escape, or abduct the lich to do something to his soul so that the monster tree could passively attack, he suddenly heard the voice of the lich in his head.

"As long as you tell me about the outside world, I will not only not kill you, but will also teach you some useful knowledge. ”

At this, there was disdain in his tone: "Definitely much better than that little bit of pitiful sorcery you mastered." ”

This sudden change made Wren stunned and his expression became weird.

"Is it just because of curiosity about the outside world that the evil lich doesn't kill himself, but wants to teach himself?"

On the continent of Dragon, the introduction of lichs is very limited. But there is no doubt that every lich has survived for countless years and has great power.

At the same time, the Lich cannot survive in the sun. Because then their strength will be greatly limited, and they will be hunted and killed by wizards.

Even so, there are countless ways for the Lich to know about the outside world, especially since this Lich is so strong.

All these changes are really unpredictable for Wren.

"Can you let my friend go first?" Wren nodded to the Dark Elf Maiden.

The lich looked at him and said lightly, "Indulging in lust is not what a wizard should do. ”

The corners of Wren's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself that of course you would not have such thoughts as a lich who has no body and even a strange soul.

"I've been treated to the Dark Elf tribe, so I've treated them as friends. Wren didn't dare to say what he was complaining about.

The lich didn't speak, but Wren saw the white smoke rising above Tinovier's head disappear.

"Tell me about the situation outside, what year is it now, and is Ophir still in charge of the Tower of Eternity?Did the Tower of Wisdom eventually collapse?Did the fools in the Tower of Truth stop the Lord of Light?" the lich asked several questions.

Wren was dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer.

Whether it was Ophir or the Tower of Eternity, the Tower of Wisdom, or the Tower of Truth, Wren had never heard of it.

Could this be the past of the Dragon En Continent?

Wren quickly dismissed this speculation - the Dragon Continent was once controlled by warlocks!

"How long have you lived?" he asked cautiously.

The lich's body trembled slightly, as if Wren's question had touched one of his sensitive nerves, if he still had.

"Time is just a noun to the Lich," he said slowly, "didn't your teacher even tell you that?"

Wren was inexplicably horrified.

"I don't have a teacher," he replied, "this is the Dragon Grace Continent, and 10,000 years ago it was a world dominated by warlocks. ”

The lich on the other side fell silent for a long time.