Fang Plover had a strange dream.

In the dream, he saw Doriphon again, the city was burning in the sea of ​​fire, and the cries went up to the sky. He dreamed that he had turned into a dragon, and some faces came and went in his sight, and some gradually disappeared.

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Dollifen seemed to be in another place in his trance. The place was also reduced to rubble in the sea of ​​fire. He only remembered the brown-red temple spiers, one after another, collapsing in the flames.

He saw a silvery desert

But sometimes it's a cold forest, and the ice wind blows through the bare trees, leaving only a piece of black frozen soil. The ancient undead hunter watched him from a distance among the trombones.

Then there was another port shining with silver light, with many white sails going in and out of the port. Fang Plover only remembered the dazzling light, and circles of halo hanging down from the sky.

In the light, there seemed to be a man talking to him.

The man appeared in another scene, but Fang Piao tried his best and couldn't see clearly what he looked like. He was talking and opening and closing his mouth. There were always three figures standing behind him.

One is old, one is fat, and the other is a woman.

Finally, he saw another scene, a majestic city in the jungle, with magnificent pyramids one by one, and waterfalls hanging from the suspended islands like white water.

Countless lizardmen were crawling below, forming a long queue that extended to the far end of the forest. In the queue, a gorgeously dressed priest was walking up the steps step by step, separating from the crowd.

It raised its head and asked in an old voice: "Have you decided, my God?"

Then all dreams fell into pieces.

They fell one after another into a boundless dark world below.

Fang Yu felt that he and the fragments were falling endlessly, and even his thoughts became lengthy, and he was in a state of confusion. He could only vaguely remember some of the things that happened before, but he was at a loss as to why he was here.

Such a place.

Is he dead?

But after death, shouldn’t we go to the temple of Amea?

It also took him a long time to recall Ms. Amaya's name.

Then he heard a long, long voice coming from the horizon, which seemed to be calling someone's name.

"Brother Ed?"

"Brother Ed..."

It took Fang Yu about a quarter of an hour to recall that it was his name.

And he is not a dragon. He is a chosen one who smuggled himself into this world from the earth. Almost a year has passed so far. He has even formed his own adventure group.

He did go to Dorifin and experienced many things.

When he thought of this, Fang Yu finally came to his senses. A narrow light separated the dark world. His eyelids trembled, and he felt a faint light coming in from outside.

Just like a baby, the first thing a square plover does is to naturally open its eyes to find the source of light.

The light pierced into his eyelids, causing him to close them again and slowly open them again. Then he saw clearly that the faint light in front of him was an illuminating crystal, which was being held by the naturalist lady.

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The latter's eyes were red, as if he had just cried, and he was looking at him with concern.

"Jita?"

As soon as Fang Yu opened his mouth, he felt that his throat was as dry as a crack, and his voice was hoarse and dry.

He felt a burning pain in his throat and couldn't help but swallow. "Is there any water?" he asked, his mind still groggy and wondering where this place was.

Ji looked a little strange, looking uneasy and embarrassed. She shook her head with red eyes.

But Fang Yu hadn't reacted yet, he was just wondering if this was Amaya's temple or somewhere else? Was he dead? Jita did indeed die with him?

But then, he was stunned

Because Fang Yu tilted his head and took a look at the familiar scene around him. It was still the gloomy underground cave, surrounded by dark crystals. The altar was still there not far away, and even the skeleton on the altar had not moved at all.

Passing places.

But the dragon-slaying sword was missing.

He is not dead? What about the Black Knight?

While he was thinking, a voice came from the side: "You are indeed not dead. What kind of power is this? Let me think about it." The voice rattled, like two bones rubbing together.

Fang Yu had never heard such an unpleasant sound. He turned around and saw a hand grabbing his cheek from the front and shaking it from side to side. Only then did Fang Yu see clearly that it was actually a bone hand.

The owner of the bone hand is actually a skull. It wears a black velvet robe, covering its bony body under the wide robe; it pulls up the hood, and under the hood, there is clearly a gray skeletal face.

There was only a red flame, like a will-o'-the-wisp, swaying in the two dark eyes of the skull.

Then it looked Fang Plover up and down carefully.

And Fang Yu also saw clearly. Behind Jita, who was kneeling next to him, the black knight was standing solemnly, putting the sword in his hand on the little girl's neck, motionless.

The skull looked at him for a while, with a hint of curiosity flashing in the red flames in its eyes. It retracted its hand, took a step back and stood not far from Fang Plover. Although it may be a little strange to say this, Fang Plover did notice this at that moment.

'Curiosity' shown by the skull.

He saw the staff in the opponent's other hand and the purple crystal on the head of the staff, and suddenly understood what the skull was.

A lich.

It is difficult for mortals to withstand the erosion of magic power, so magic technology and various related professions have been developed.

But in ancient times, there were still some warlocks who risked their lives to study the spells of fairies, elves, and dragons. They discovered a way to allow their bodies to withstand the power of etheric magic. That was to abandon the fragile bodies of mortals and transform them into

Transform yourself into an undead.

Necromancers are probably one of the most peculiar schools of thought in Etalia's era. The ultimate goal of those who practice necromancy is probably to be like the skull in front of them, and eventually transform themselves into a vampire or a lich.

These ancient warlocks did indeed acquire magical abilities, and they did not even need to resort to the power of magic furnaces and alchemy.

But they also paid a price. Since the body of the undead is only suitable for dark magic, after being baptized by dark magic for a long time, and it is a collection of negative consciousness, most of them fall into madness and lose their original intention.

Becoming evil and cunning.

Most of them eventually became no different from monsters.

But there are indeed some lichs in this world, and because they are immortal, some of them are even quite ancient. Fang Yu is not sure whether the skull in front of him is that kind of old monster, but he at least knows that this thing is definitely

It's not something I can handle on my own.

The threshold for transforming into a lich is to have a character level of forty, and after transformation, the power will be further improved. In other words, even a 'newcomer' among lichs will have at least a strength close to that of the second world.

There is actually a lich in this place.

If he had known that there was a lich under this castle, Fang Plover would not have come to this place even if he was beaten to death. Whether the other party wanted to detect these intruders or catch them, it would be a piece of cake.

Fang Yu was not sure whether the vampire he met before was controlled by the other party, but the other party definitely had this ability. Just look at the motionless black knight next to Ji Ta and he would understand.

He is now fully awake and has recalled what happened before he fell into coma. It was this black knight that left him and Jita helpless. Even the proud efreeti was not worth it in front of the other party.

Mention.

But what was a bit strange was that the other party didn't kill him and Jita. He had never heard of Lich having this habit. Although these undead creatures were once humans during their lifetime, after their transformation, most of them have become no different from monsters.

The undead have an innate hatred for the living, and the same goes for lichs. Moreover, they retain the wisdom of human beings during their lifetimes, and can even be said to be more dangerous. If lichs appear in any area, the army can be used to destroy them.

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Otherwise, it is not impossible for it to evolve into a small-scale undead disaster.

About fifty years ago in the Oshur Empire, a lich from Eshorin's era and his undead army swept through half of the empire's provinces, almost causing a catastrophe.

After that, various countries began to pay more attention to these undead creatures.

Just as these thoughts were swirling in Fang Yu's mind, the 'skull' suddenly spoke: "Who are you?"

who I am?

Fang Yu felt that the other party's question was very philosophical. But what surprised him even more was, why would a lich care about his own identity? Just like if you want to crush an ant to death, do you need to ask the ant's name?

Seriously, this place is full of weirdness, and having one more strange lich doesn't seem to make any difference.

Not to mention those strange shadows before, this altar and the dragon-slaying sword are equally strange. The first of the five dragon-slaying swords forged by the goblin, Dragon-Slaying Moya, has long been missing in the records, but it was actually broken at this place.

It was also inserted into the chest of a dead body.

What exactly happened underground in Elmau Castle is really doubtful.

Fang Yu tried to move his hands and feet, but he couldn't move. The system reminded him that he was in a state of paralysis, which must be the work of the lich. Some of them had necromancy spells that could achieve this effect.

Then he saw the reason for his survival in the system. In the battle record, there was a "Catrillan's Word of the Stars" in effect. Foreseeing death allowed him to avoid disaster.

Of course, now it seems that it is almost the same whether he has escaped or not.

The 'skull' stretched out a knuckle and pointed at him, and his voice suddenly became sharp. "Don't think that because you don't speak, I don't know."

"You have the stench of those lizard people on your body. They have some mysterious powers. It is not strange for you to foresee death."

It turned around twice with its hands behind its back, which seemed to be a habit left over from its lifetime.

Then the 'skull' stared at Fang Plover with a blood-red gaze exuding malice. "Human, how did you get into this place?"

Fang Plover paid attention to some details of the lich, and suddenly realized that it might have just transformed into a lich, and it still maintained some of the habits it had in life. Of course, he was not willing to just sit back and wait for death, and he was thinking about how to get Jita to escape.
To be continued...