Wren felt a cold current of air burrow down the Lich Mark on the back of his hand, and a mysterious connection appeared in his sea of consciousness, connecting him to Giruram. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He looked up in amazement and looked at the lich in front of him.

Giruram's voice entered his sea of consciousness, causing Wren to be in a trance for a moment: "The Lich Mark has a time and distance limit...... We have just signed an apprenticeship contract, and you will be my only student from now on. ”

"The apprenticeship contract, it turned out to be this thing. ”

Some memories couldn't help but come to Wren's mind.

He had heard about the apprenticeship contract from Heidi.

According to Heidi's fragmentary memories, she learned that the apprenticeship contract and the master-servant contract were some very special contract witchcraft.

An apprenticeship contract can make the two parties a contractual mentoring relationship.

It is not very constraining, and its biggest effect is to make it easier for both to impart access to knowledge.

From this point of view, the apprenticeship contract is beneficial to Rennes on the apprentice's side.

And is Girourum so kind?

Wren's eyes filled with hesitation.

Under his gaze, Girouram let out a strange laugh. He swept down from his throne and landed in front of Wren.

He stood directly in front of Wren two meters away, and the strong evil will made Wren's eyes uncontrollably glow with a layer of red, and the feeling of cold made Wren have goosebumps.

Being so close, Wren was able to see the lich more clearly.

His body was made up of black smoke that was filled with an evil aura and carried an icy chill. The most terrifying thing was his two eyes floating on his head like ghostly fire, which were filled with a strong will to kill.

Just by glaring at him, Wren felt a tingling in his brain.

"If you want, I can help you become an immortal being like me. Girourum said.

Wren trembled in his heart and shook his head busily.

There is no wizard who does not desire eternal life, and Wren is no exception, but the thought of being such a monster that is neither human nor ghostly, Wren has a hard time accepting.

He's not one of those wizards who will do anything to live forever, after all, he's not yet at the point where he has to give up everything in order to prolong his life.

Giruram knew the answer from his expression, nodded unsurprisingly, and said, "So, do you think I'm willing to be like this?"

Wren looked at him in amazement.

Wren learned from some books that although the lich is a forbidden thing, there are countless crazy wizards who are willing to transform themselves. As a result, some of the supernatural materials related to the lich have been sold at sky-high prices.

But what did Girouram mean by that, and was he not voluntary?

On closer inspection, Wren felt that Giruram was not the same as the legendary Lich.

He has not been eroded by the frenzied will to kill, and his humanity has been preserved intact......

"As you might expect," said Girulam, a little more lonely in his tone, "I didn't become a lich of my own volition, but I was forced to do so. ”

Wren stared at the lich with wide eyes in astonishment, and sympathy was born in his heart.

"You can't trust him easily, the lich is the best at disguise, he must have something to do!" Wren quickly banished the fleeting sympathy in his heart.

He made a look of pity on his face and asked, "What's the matter, teacher?"

"Hmph. Girouram didn't laugh angrily.

His aura became ethereal and dangerous, and the palace was suddenly covered with a layer of ice.

After waiting for a long time, Girourm came back to his senses and said to Wren: "I chose you as my student because I fancy your talent. ”

Wren bowed in silence.

If the other party has a plan, I'm afraid that's the only one.

"I will teach you everything I know, and I will do my best to protect you if the circumstances allow, but ......"

Wren tightened his spirits, and he knew that was the point of Girourum's point.

It's not good for no reason, let alone an evil and cunning lich!

"You need to help me with two things. The lich looked directly at Wren, and the chill made Wren's scalp tingle.

"What's the matter?" Wren asked bitterly.

"First, when you arrive in the Wizard Continent, I want you to do your best to control the Tower of Eternity!"

Wren hesitated and nodded.

"Second, if one day your strength surpasses that of the Law Wizard, I want you to help me find a godhead with ice or spiritual attributes. Girourum added.

Ice or Spiritual Godhead...... Is he going to ignite a divine fire and become a god?

Wren knew that gods, like demons, were the opposite of most wizards.

However, there are not a few wizards who secretly plunder the godhead and ignite the divine fire.

This is one of the very few ways a lich can escape from a disembodied body.

Wren groaned and nodded slowly.

If his strength reaches the point where he can hunt gods, such a thing is insignificant.

As for the Tower of Eternity, Giruram has described it countless times before, and controlling it is also harmless for Wren.

Giruram's aura instantly converged, the dangerous atmosphere disappeared, he bowed his head with satisfaction, and said: "Although the apprenticeship contract is very binding, the promise between master and apprentice will be engraved in the soul, so ...... My good student. ”

Wren didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse, but he knew that he had no other choice.

Over the next two days, Girourm did exactly what he had said, carefully teaching Wren some knowledge of witchcraft.

In particular, some of the spell sorcery he taught Wren made up for Wren's lack of blood crystal sorcery.

Although Giruram knows very little about the witch tree in the sea of consciousness, he has given Wren a lot of useful advice.

Under Wren's temptation, these suggestions worked well.

Like this......

Wren stood in the heart of the wheel in a similar shape, grasping a Mithril hammer in his hand and tapping at the spinning gears.

When he reached a dead end, a special surge of energy suddenly emanated from his body.

His hand released the Mithril hammer and placed it on top of a rotating gear.

A mysterious energy poured into the sea of consciousness along his hand, and in an instant, a tender shoot was sent out on the witch tree again, and at the same time, a special energy was fed back from the witch tree to his consciousness body, making him stronger.

At the same time, the energy that comes back has a special property that appears on the diamond-shaped crystal above the sea of consciousness.

......

While Wren was sneaking around making small movements, the Great Goblin Elder Ogilvimar had an impatient look on his face.

"I gave him the map eight days ago, and now it's been ten days, and he hasn't left, hasn't he given up on my goblin clan's holy relics?"

If you are not afraid of thieves, you are afraid of thieves - Ogilvima obviously knows this.

"Damn, you're going to pay for your greed!" Ogwima grimaced as he made up his mind.