"Master, are these two guys playing tricks?" asked Gate, taking a deep breath and suppressing the trembling in his heart.

Shaking his head, Yang Fan withdrew his gaze, stared at the bone pile and said, "No, there are still things in it." ”

Although the bone dragon already belongs to the top level undead creatures in this world, its combat power is at most equal to that of a high-level saint-level profession, if there are only these two bone dragons, it should not make Thor, who is an archangel, treat it so cautiously just by feeling, so Yang Fan guessed that there must be more powerful characters in the bone pile.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was movement in the pile of bones again. This time it was not as loud as before, but it shocked everyone more than before.

I saw that in the pile of bones, a man wearing a black robe and holding a staff of dry bones was slowly floating up from the ground. Due to the black hood on his head, his face was not clearly visible, but from the withered left hand holding the staff, it was clear that he was a necromancer.

"Hehe!" The black-robed man let out a hoarse laugh after floating into the air, and then said in a deep voice that was completely different from normal humans: "I didn't expect that after so many years, there would still be angels here, what makes me curious is how do you know that I am hiding here?"

"You sent your pets to hunt monsters everywhere, and many of them escaped into the forest and threatened my territory, so we followed the trail of monsters. Yang Fan stood up from the crowd and replied.

"Oh, your territory is in the forest, you don't seem to be an elf..." The black-robed man suddenly paused, glanced at the two angels, and said excitedly, "Wait! You mean, you weren't sent by the Bright Sect?"

Yang Fan lowered his head and guessed his thoughts after thinking about it slightly, and then said with a smile: "Of course I am not from the elf clan, as for why my territory is in the forest, I don't think I need to explain this to you." But I can tell you very clearly that I am not sent by the Holy See of Light. ”

"No way, absolutely impossible. How could people who weren't from the Holy See of Light lead the angels here, couldn't it be that these angels weren't servants of the God of Light? What the hell is going on!" Excited, the black-robed man couldn't care about maintaining his superior demeanor, and hurriedly landed not far opposite Yang Fan, looking at him and expecting him to give him a satisfactory answer.

It was only at this time that Yang Fan could see his appearance clearly, under the black hood was a pale and emaciated young man's face, and there were no eyeballs in a pair of deeply sunken eyes, and instead of them were two constantly beating ghostly fires.

After seeing his appearance clearly, Yang Fan couldn't help but exclaim. "You... You're a lich?"

The black-robed man was slightly stunned, and then lifted his hood. "Yes, I'm a lich. ”

The Lich, a necromancer-turned, is so powerful that it could easily destroy a kingdom. Legend has it that the Lich is the spokesman of the Grim Reaper on earth, they are synonymous with death and the reaper of life.

If the world of the dead is compared to a country, then the god of death is the king, and the lich is the official appointed by the king.

Of course, these are just legends, and the real lich is actually the result of some necromancer with strong intentions. These thoughts may be attachment to someone or something, or they may be hatred and hatred of something.

Unwillingly, they will lay down a transformation formation when they are dying, forcibly transforming themselves into the form of an undead, which will experience great pain from the soul, which is not something that ordinary people can endure, so it is not easier to become a lich than to cultivate into a sword god or a law god, the entire continent is currently known to the world as a sword god, and the number of law gods does not exceed ten, and it is conceivable that the number of lichs can be several.

The most important thing is that the Holy See of Light is like a pack of hounds, as long as there is the slightest news of the necromancer, they will send out the extermination force as quickly as possible, so the lich is almost on the verge of extinction in this world.

At this time, he suddenly encountered an "endangered species", and Yang Fan couldn't help but be a little surprised. "Are you really a lich? I heard that a lich can communicate with the god of death? Is there really a god in this world? What does the god of death look like? Is it a man or a woman? Does he have a scythe?"

Looking at the gossipy young man in front of him, the black-robed lich frowned. "You tell me about these angels first, and then I'll answer your questions"

"To put it simply, these angels, dragons, including the elves and these humans are all my subordinates, not sent by the Bright Sect as you call them," Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders and explained.

Nodding, the black-robed lich muttered in a low voice: "No wonder these angels are different from those guys before, I said when the dragon clan actually came together with the Holy See of Light, so it was." Then he raised his head and looked at Yang Fan curiously, "Can you tell why these angels and dragons are willing to follow you?" ”

"If I said that half a month ago I was just an ordinary person, would you believe it?" Yang Fan hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a smug look.

The black-robed lich shook his whole body, and with a wave of his left hand holding the staff of dry bones, a black ball of light suddenly headed straight towards Yang Fan.

"The host is careful. Gate, who was on the side, screamed and rushed in front of him, blocking in front of him.

"Don't worry, Getter, get out of the way. Yang Fan grabbed Gate's shoulder and pulled it back, his right hand pulled forward, and a purple thunder spear crashed into the black ball at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and the impact of the magic made a roar, and the black and purple brilliance intertwined for a moment and then the two canceled each other out and dispersed invisible.

"Your Excellency, although I am also willing to show you my current strength, there is no need to test it with such a sneak attack without saying a word!" Yang Fan still looked at the black-robed lich with a faint smile and asked jokingly.

The black-robed lich didn't answer him, only nodded. "Yes, there is the level of a magician, if you are not lying, it is indeed a rare genius, at least in so many years, I have never heard of anyone cultivating to a magician in half a month. ”

"Hehe! Thank you for the compliment, since I have already answered your question, then now should you also tell me about the Grim Reaper, it is best to tell me who your Excellency is, how you turned into a lich, why you are hiding in the swamp, by the way" Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and he asked a series of gossip questions.

The black-robed lich looked at the angels, dragons, and griffons that had landed beside Yang Fan, and said, "No problem, as long as you answer my last question." ”

"What's the problem?" Yang Fan said curiously.

The black-robed lich stretched out the dry fingers of his right hand and pointed at the angels, "I don't care about the others, but I want you to tell me how these angels came to be." ”

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