Chapter 347 Liches, so many lichs!
The world is white.
It is not the wet, thick and cold snow in the winter on the surface, but the mist floating in the endless network woven by smooth silk threads. The messy silk threads are thick and thin, winding... and Trembling forever.
The harsh sound is like the playing of a player who knows nothing about music. It sounds mind-numbing.
There is nothing but white here - no sky, no horizon, no castle, no trees, nothing else as far as the eye can see.
"Where is this place?"
Brian observed the surrounding environment curiously. Although he had roughly guessed this place in his heart, he still asked the Harper leader Storm beside him uneasily, "We Where is this? Could it be..."
In the game world, he has never experienced such a plot.
I have also not seen other players post such adventure experiences. I just know roughly that if you want to completely repair the Magic Network, you can only go to a place called the World of the Magic Network.
Obviously, this plot is not something that their players can personally participate in.
Before Brian could finish his words, the actions of the Harper leader next to him shocked him instantly. She suddenly came close to him, held his head in her hands, and kissed him deeply.
The next moment.
The cold, soft, familiar touch full of temptation immediately appeared on Brian's mouth, and the faint fragrance of the chosen one of the Magic Goddess also became much richer at this moment.
Brian seemed to feel a hot touch coming from the other person's mouth.
Then, it spread throughout his body, which even made him involuntarily feel his whole body burning.
Before Brian could come back to his senses, Storm had already moved her lips and looked into his eyes apologetically. Their noses were almost touching. She whispered: "I'm so sorry that I got you involved." In such a dangerous fight, be careful."
Then she left, stepping away from Brian, with her back pressed against the nearest big wire.
Everywhere Brian could see, there were thousands of such threads. They were like leafless trees, growing in this boundless network filled with mist.
Storm stretched out her arms, as if to welcome something, and pressed her body against the trembling white object. Her eyes never left Brian.
Brian met her gaze in confusion, subconsciously walked forward, and reached out to her.
At this time, this beautiful lady's face was as pale as paper, her delicate body was trembling slightly, and... her whole body turned white, trembling like the thread she was fused with.
Brian looked at her face and then at the other parts of her body becoming smooth and formless.
In silence, after a moment, she turned into a protrusion on the silk.
It was that simple, the chosen ones of the Magic Goddess disappeared silently.
For some reason, Brian felt a trace of cold sweat break out on his back.
The inexplicable chill made him tremble all over. He walked over and asked Xinbu: "From the tone of the storm, it seems that we don't expect to see each other again. Is it possible that one of us will die here?"
Arrived There were only four people in the Magic Network: him, Storm, Xinbu and Ilseveri. As for Azala and Severil, they had more important tasks to do and did not come together.
"Is this hard to understand? My sister's words are just that: we all may die."
The Wizard Queen of Aglalon stared calmly into the distance, her beautiful eyes Inside, shining with crystal light, she sighed and said slowly: "Other than that, I can't say anything else."
Hearing this, Brian opened his mouth, but then Don't know what to say.
With the mad witch Xinbu's arrogant personality, being able to speak such calm words, it is obvious that this problem has become very serious.
Seeing this situation, the future Elf Queen Ilseveri frowned, and her cold words contained a much stronger tone of annoyance than usual: "Then who told me, this... what on earth is this? Where? "
"Tahadana. Some people call it the 'Magic Network'." Brian gave a correct answer.
"Very good." Ilseveri nodded slightly, "Now that we know where this place is, it makes sense."
The female elf with blond hair pulled out the ancient elf The golden sword of the ruling sword crackles on the sword like lightning, revealing the eye-catching elven crown rune.
Brian looked around and asked Xinbu: "It seems that my guess is correct, then I am very curious, what is the point of us coming here?"
"Mystra's secret is up there, for the time being. I can't tell you two yet." Xinbu observed the surrounding situation, her normal eye seemed to flash with a gleam of light, and the other eye was dancing with an eternal silver flame, "You need to remember this."
"Enough! You know too many things, Queen of Aglaron, and we are far behind," Ilsevere did not have as good a temper as Brian, she said sternly:
“I am tired. I have long been tired of the adventures of my youth. My purpose of bringing my expeditionary force to help you is just to revive the great Elf Empire. I am not going to follow you to the only place where Gods are the only ones. You know, a place that even God has forgotten. And now, you still don’t tell us anything. Tell us, what is this place and why did you bring us here?”
“The question has always been there. Nothing has changed, young Miss Ilsevere, the world is in trouble and needs us to save it.”
The female elf waited for an answer, but the wizard queen of Aglalon just stepped away, unwilling to say anything more.
Brian then asked: "Then who or what is our opponent? You can always tell it frankly."
"You don't need to know anything, just You need to believe in magic and the goddess."
Xinbu replied calmly, "Then wait patiently, and you will understand who to believe and what to do."
"I..." Ilseveri almost cursed when she heard such perfunctory words.
But Xinbu just raised his hand, a magical light flashed through, and a huge silk thread behind her melted her into it.
In silence, the white substance enveloped the wizard queen of Aglalon like a curtain.
After a while, the witch turned into a bumpy protrusion on the silk.
Brian and Ilseveri stared at her—or rather, at what Xinbu had turned into—and they both frowned at the same time, looking at each other.
The world around them seemed whiter, and the shaking was faster and more violent.
Then, the two of them observed their surroundings. Everything they could see was floating fog and endless silk forests.
"Do you think we can leave here?" After an unknown amount of time, Brian retracted his gaze, sighed, took the lead in breaking the silence, and said to the female elf beside him.
"Even if I can leave, I don't intend to leave them behind." Ilseveri waved her hand without any doubt and made a decision.
She pointed at the weird-shaped threads that had swallowed up Storm and Xinbu, or they were the threads themselves, and said: "If we leave here, we may never find it again... No matter what happens to them, we will probably have to hope for this when we go home."
After that, she knelt down on one knee and carefully placed her hand on the extremely smooth, flat and white 'ground'. It was so flat that she decided it was the 'floor' and waited for something to happen to this cool, hard thing.
But just as Brian expected, nothing happened.
After a while, the female elf shrugged helplessly, sat down, put the sword flat on her knees, suddenly her expression changed, as if she had thought of something, she lifted her hair, raised her head and asked curiously: "Then do you think I've turned gray like them?"
Brian didn't expect that the other party was still in the mood to joke at this time, but he still shook his head seriously and said: "Not at all. After all, you are not the chosen one of the goddess of magic."
"Look!" Ilsevere suddenly stood up and shouted, raising her hand.
Brian quickly turned his head and found a tall woman standing motionless in the distance, leaving her black back to them.
Her hair and the curves of her hips and shoulders suggested she might be a human female, but there was something odd about her.
Looks... very skinny.
Then she disappeared, and the place where she stood just now was empty, leaving only the trembling white silk and the slowly rotating mist.
Looking at the disappearing shadow, for some reason, Brian felt as frightened as if he had bumped into a ghost in broad daylight.
"You didn't see her walk to that place, right?" He calmed down and asked, taking out his staff and getting ready to fight at any time.
"No." Ilsevere replied:
"I happened to notice it over there, and I can tell you with certainty: she wasn't there just now, and then suddenly she appeared. Just like you As I saw, she stood motionless, with her back to us. Not only did she not move, but as far as I could see, she didn't look towards us."
"Is there any magic here?" Brian said thoughtfully, "Those spellcasters can move instantly? Or some other spell?"
"You are a spellcaster, do you still need to guess? If she uses Magic, I can also sense the magic fluctuations around me." The female elf reminded with a solemn expression, "We'd better pay attention to the uninvited guests here."
As if to confirm her words, a huge black shadow appeared out of thin air. appeared above her.
That thing was not a skinny woman, but half a man, with the upper body hanging in the air, nothing below the belt, and wrapped in black mist.
The dark and hollow helmet stared at the female elf, with thick black armor on her shoulders.
In the terrible silence, its powerful long arms brandished a black two-handed sword and rushed down towards Ilseveri.
The female elf turned sideways, rolled on the spot, passed through the white silk like leaves flying in the wind, and then turned around and raised her sword.
The sharp sword cut into the armor of the ghost's right arm, making a strange and dull sound.
Although there was no scarlet blood splattered as expected, the armor was as brittle as an eggshell and shattered, revealing the flesh inside.
Brian noticed that the skin inside was gray, not withered, but dry, without a trace of blood.
Seemingly wary of Ilseveri's weapon, this ferocious undead turned to face the new opponent. He moved very quickly and showed no intention of getting hurt.
Obviously, it thinks that Brian is the softest persimmon.
Brian stood there with a calm expression. He was about to raise his staff to release the spell and teach it a lesson, but suddenly he discovered something terrible.
His arcane arts, psychic powers, and magic-like abilities were all unavailable at this moment. The most important thing was that his arcane energy and psychic powers had all returned to zero without even realizing it.
“F*ck!” Brian couldn’t help but curse, “What is going on!”
“Be careful!”
The female elf on the side was stunned when she saw it Brian quickly reminded.
She calculated the distance between Brian and the black giant sword. At this time, the thing hanging in the air turned around again, planning to strike him with a sword.
Ilseveri jumped up, gathering all her weight on her hands, and struck at the undead's iron gauntlet.
Along with the terrifying silence, a strong arm fell from the undead floating in the air and fell to the smooth and white ground.
Just as Brian moved out of the way, the broken body bounced, and then...disappeared, probably going to the same place as the broken fingers and the dropped giant sword.
Brian only had time to glance at his feet, but there was no trace of those things. At the same time, the last remaining arm of the undead struck like a flying spear.
The fingers wearing black gloves were so terrifying that they could only grab them at him.
Brian looked shocked. He tried his best to raise the staff in front of him and resisted in time.
The collision between his arm and the staff allowed him to see up close that there was an open mouth on the fingertips. The mouth was densely covered with small fangs like vampire bats, biting fiercely in front of his eyes. .
“Dirty undead!”
The female elf on the side made a voice of disgust and was about to cast a spell.
However, no matter what spell she cast, all that shot out from her fingertips were undulating silver flames. The flames whirred in vain, shooting towards the armored monster, but right there In the blink of an eye, the fire was greatly reduced and eventually extinguished.
At this time, after resisting the attack of the undead, Brian had taken this opportunity to take out a high-quality adamantine sword.
With a dull sound and sparks flying, Brian's sword hit the strong arm accurately, but the opponent seemed to be unscathed.
Obviously this was definitely due to the weapon, and the most important thing was that his fingers holding the sword felt sore and numb, as if there was an invisible force fighting against him.
It’s so irritating that people are more powerful than others. The female elf can cut the undead in half with one sword, but he was so shocked that his arms were numb.
Without any time to think about it, this arm still reached out to grab Brian perseveringly, and even wanted to flexibly go around to the side and pounce on him, its tiny teeth making a clicking sound.
After the brief shock of not being able to cast the spell, Ilseveri caught up quickly and struck with her sword like a flail. The fingertips that attacked Brian's arm were broken.
Then, Brian, who had some time to spare, tried to mobilize the curse fire.
In an instant, raging blue and white flames spurted out from the chipped sword blade. The undead gradually disappeared in the rolling flames, and only a vague banging sound was heard.
The battle ended, Brian and Ilseveri stood on the smooth, traceless white ground surrounded by strange fog.
"What on earth is this?" the female elf asked, the murderous look in her eyes still not subsided.
"It looks like a subordinate of the Lich, but its defense is really strong."
Brian shrugged, secretly sweating, and joked: "So, next we will be very You may encounter a lich."
Il Sevili looked around warily, stared at the white bust that was originally Xinbu for a while, frowned, and snorted, "When the time comes. You will know who to trust and what to do. It’s all fucking nonsense, I don’t think so.”
Suddenly, Brian saw another pair of shining eyes, that of a man with a face like a skeleton and wearing a robe. The man suddenly appeared between the silk bushes on his right.
"Be careful!" He raised his sword to warn. Before he finished speaking, the monster that looked like a lich had disappeared.
Obviously, what he said was true, a damn lich appeared.
Ilseveri raised her head and nodded towards Brian, indicating that she had seen it too.
Before Brian could speak, she had already turned around: "Be careful, that thing may appear at any time..."
"Asshole!"
As Yong The leader of the main war faction on the island, Ilseveri was obviously not a polite elf. Just as she was cursing, a distinctive undead creature appeared with a yellow skull crooked on it. The crown is wearing a strange armored shirt.
It suddenly appeared less than ten steps away from them. It glared at them coldly and then disappeared, very suddenly.
Then, Ilseveri held a sharp sword, whizzed past Brian, and attacked the void of the white world.
Brian was surprised to see that where the female elf attacked, a witch actually appeared out of thin air. Her charred teeth fell out of her slack mouth, like scattered pearls.
She stretched out her cold knuckles and tried to catch the female elf, but was frightened by the buzzing sword in her hand and had to step back.
While retreating, she still seemed to want to laugh. Her head turned around in a weird and unreasonable way, shaking disgustingly, as if it could fall down comically at any time, and then disappear mischievously in the blink of an eye.
That's right, just naughty.
Although Brian couldn't see the facial expression of the witch, he could feel from the will-o'-the-wisp in her eyes that the other party was deliberately playing tricks on them.
"Is it because of our arrival that they were attracted out?" Ilsevili asked. She stood back to her previous position, looking at the surrounding fog with high vigilance, holding her sword high, and charging Ready to go. "I think so." Brian replied, "Things around me seem... whiter and weird. It's only like this here."
"Extend from here." Ilseveri seemed to have noticed something and added.
"Extending from Storm and Xinbu," she whispered, "Damn it! What I want to know is, whatever they did, how they got stuck with those threads."
" I think they... awakened this place, maybe enhanced its power or something," Brian murmured to himself.
“Thank you for your opinion, learned wizard.” Ilsevili seemed to suddenly understand and chuckled:
“But I must admit that I agree with your opinion. . This intuition seems to be quite accurate. The things we fought, those lichs, were probably attracted by the storm and Xin Bu. "
"Then what's the reason? Ryan's words were more like asking himself. He didn't expect this female elf who seemed a bit 'simple-minded' to be able to answer any wise answer, "What is this place?"
At this moment, something floated in the mist floating around Ilseveri's feet, rising steadily.
The female elf looked cold and was ready to stab her with a sword at any time.
At this time, she saw a head of sapphire hair, an elf face, and a smile that she could only describe as 'gentle'.
“This is a place that only the Weave can reach,” a sweet voice replied, “Nice to meet you, Miss Ilseveri of Myth Drannor, and Mr. Bryan of Cormyr. Welcome, we need you here. You see, there are lichs here, and some are lichs. "
This ghost looks obviously more attractive than the other 'naughty' witch.
In Brian's eyes, she had a perfect elven figure, graceful curves, slender waist, sapphire waterfall-like long hair, eyes like gold foil, and a gentle and approachable smile.
Her outfit is very sexy. Her long legs wearing riding boots are wrapped in leggings woven with blue-green silk thread, which outlines her slender and toned legs, and the breastplate trimmed with gold tears fits perfectly. It only covered her round and firm breasts, exposing most of her waist.
The most important thing is that the breastplate is very short. It is surrounded by blue-green top and bottom, revealing a section of fair skin. The flat and tight abdomen outlines an obvious vest line, which makes There is a sense of inner strength in her slender waist.
Such a toned and powerful elf body has a face as gentle as water. This contrast is really irresistible.
However, it is a pity that her little hands are empty, and... she is disappearing, becoming transparent soon... She disappears again, leaving only a hazy mist.
Looking at the disappearing ghost, Brian vaguely guessed who the other party was. Although he had never seen the boss in person, he instinctively thought: it was her!
Ilseveri on the side sighed and stopped cursing: "That's 'there are lichs here, and some are lichs'. The longer I live, the more I hate telling lies and playing riddles. If everyone had spoken out, would there have been so many nonsense? "
She looked at Brian beside her and found that Brian was not looking at her, but was staring at the place where the ghost disappeared. If there was one, She said thoughtfully, "It's not that they don't want to say it. I'm afraid it's because this place has been monitored by some powerful beings. In order to prevent accidents, they have temporarily concealed it."
"Okay, for now. I can only use your words to comfort my very unhappy mood." The female elf said angrily.
"If you are really unhappy, take it out on the lich." Brian said, "Didn't I just say that there are many witches here..."
Before he could finish his words, a swirling mist appeared between the two of them, and another ghost appeared from it.
They all smelled a hint of herbs and a faint smell of corruption, and they all raised their swords.
This was an elf that was taller than Ilseveri. Before the female elf could attack it with her sword, this guy quickly stepped aside between her and Brian.
At the same time, he glared at the two of them in turn as a warning.
In fact, it has no eyes, only empty and deep eye sockets, inside which are two hot white dots.
It looked... dead. Its skin was dark blue, withered and shriveled. In its claw-like hands, it held a mighty scepter, almost as long as its legs. The scepter chanted softly on it. The magic spell attached.
It wears a gorgeous burqa of ancient style. It was originally made of white silk, but due to age, every fold has turned black.
This is the Benor Lich, and Brian recognized its identity, a lich that only elves can transform into.
It is said that the 'life limit' of the elves is the age at which they 'cannot bear' the call of the Kingdom of God and set off to the Kingdom of God. However, the natural age of the elves' bodies is unknown.
This also leads to the fact that so far, no one has observed any elves that died of normal old age.
Of course, if a powerful elf wants to 'live' longer in the material world, that is, more than 700 years of normal age, he can only rely on pure willpower to resist the call of the Kingdom of God.
In addition to relying on pure willpower to resist, you can also rely on some external help. For example, the high elf mages can use the subconscious connection with the magic network and other elves to allow them to, in a sense, Build a miniature version of the Elf Kingdom.
Thus, in a sense, it relieves the pressure of returning to the Kingdom of God.
Therefore, the upper limit of the life span of high elf mages can generally be delayed for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years. The reason why they choose to do this is simply because of their own sense of responsibility, which makes them want to better protect themselves in the material world. Plane race.
At first glance, it sounds a bit similar to the Ascending Fairyland in the Xianxia World.
The Benor Lich is an extreme form of this operation. They transform themselves into lichs and permanently cut off the connection between the elves and the Kingdom of God.
Becoming a Benor Lich means that they swear to stay in the material world for life, serve the interests of the elves, and forever give up the opportunity to return to the Kingdom of God.
Therefore, elves who become Beno Liches will be extremely respected by their tribesmen, calling them: Supreme Guard.
As an elf, Ilseveri had obviously seen the Benor Lich before and knew what it looked like.
She bowed respectfully to it, spoke to it in Elvish, and said in the brisk and rich accent of the oldest elf that Brian had ever heard:
"Supreme Guard, it's a pleasure to meet you. There is no grievance or enmity between us. It's just that we are lost. Now we really want to know: where is this place? Who and what are you guarding here?"
If an elf has the right eye Blue, with a green left eye, he must have been accustomed to the scrutiny of other elves, but Brian was very sure that the cold glare of this Beno Lich was because of what Ilseveri said just now.
Beno Lich responded in a low voice: "I guard Raorov's magic network. You shouldn't be here, Seth. And I feel that I shouldn't be here either. I can feel the magic network. "Net, but it's very vague. Tell me, where is this place?"
"Actually, we don't know either," Ilseveri replied.
“Don’t know?!”
When Beno Lich heard this, his fiery eyes hissed and suddenly burst into flames: "I didn't know you still dare to break in, go to hell!"
Beno Lich suddenly raised his scepter. In a flash, Brian, who had already noticed the abnormality, immediately dodged to the side, and Ilsevili's long sword stabbed low, across the lich's graceful back, and pierced the bony blue wrist. Cause the scepter to deflect from its target.
Beno Lich tried hard to pull away its hand and take back the scepter, but the female elf stuck it tightly with her sword. Brian took this opportunity to chop its other hand with the sword.
Just as he thought, this broken sword not only failed to cut off the lich's hand, but was instead covered with a layer of frost.
At this moment, a flash of light emerged from the swirling fog behind the undead elf.
Brian and Ilseveri took a quick glance and discovered that a second Benor Lich had appeared. This was something they had not expected at all.
Taking this opportunity, the Benoy Lich, which had the upper hand, let out an angry roar. It raised its scepter and cast the magic inside.
With a flash of light, sparks shot out, and then... nothing, as ridiculous as a misfiring gun, and then the mist shrank back, as if in fear or disgust.
Beno Lich stared dumbly at the sparks as they spread outward and then disappeared. It was obvious that it did not know that no magic could be released here, so it was shocked and frustrated, with a confused expression on its face.
Then it disappeared, including its scepter, surprised expression, everything, in the blink of an eye, and the Benoy Lich in the distance also disappeared.
Seeing them disappear, Brian stepped back and moved his numb and sore fingers. The frost on the sword and the buzzing sound disappeared.
Il Sevelli observed everything in front of her calmly: there was only mist, mist, and swirling mist everywhere.
“I really want to know why the storm brought us here, what place it is, and what we should do. If we just deal with enemies one after another that come out of nowhere, then sooner or later... "
"Be careful!" Brian warned, turning around quickly.
Another lich, shorter and skinnier than the previous two.
Brian's precise and fast sword instantly cut into the Lich's raised dry palm, stabbing the newly opened eye on it. As a ball of blue flames exploded, the Lich disappeared in the pungent smoke. and took away a piece of his sword tip.
Brian looked at the smooth and flat fracture for a long time to make sure that the sword blade did not continue to melt or turn into something else.
For some reason, looking at the scrapped sword in his hand, he suddenly felt the urge to curse.
For the first time, he felt how maddening it was to lose arcane magic and psychic powers.
“It can be seen that your swordsmanship has been tempered for at least ten years.” Il Sevili’s cold words came over, “At your current age, this is not enough for you short-lived spellcasters. It’s rare for readers, so use this one.”
The female elf took out a sheathed sword and handed it to Brian's hand.
"Is this your moon blade?" Brian took the sword and asked subconsciously.
“That’s right.” Ilsevelli nodded slightly, “This is the moon blade passed down from my family. Since you have elf blood, in a sense, you have a chance to If you wake it up, it will belong to you. "
"You are kidding, how can it be approved by me?" Although Brian said so, he still said it. Don’t forget to check the properties of the weapon.
Elven Moon Blade
Type: Long Sword
Quality: Golden·Legendary
Restrictions: Elf or Half-Elf
Equipment Effect: Unknown
Description: Made in all elves Among the magic items, the most valuable and strictly protected is the moon blade. In ancient times, almost every elf noble family had such a long sword. Over the centuries, some moonblades have disappeared, their magic lost with their families, and others have disappeared with their wielders on their way to great missions, so few moonblades remain.
The moon blade is passed down from generation to generation in the family. It will choose its holder and will always be loyal to its holder. When the holder dies, its inheritance rights will be passed to its descendants. If there is no descendant who is powerful enough, then The Moon Blade will sleep on its own, acting like a regular sword, until a powerful enough soul finds it and demands its power.
Note: A moon blade can only serve one master at a time, and its resurrection requires a special ritual to be performed in the palace of the elf ruler or in the temple of the elf god.
A moonblade will not serve a master it deems cowardly, eccentric, depraved, or someone who does not want to protect the elves. If a moonblade rejects you, the attribute checks you make within the next 24 hours, Disadvantage on attack rolls and saving throws.
If a moonblade accepts you and you are attuned to it, a new rune will appear on its blade, and you will remain attuned to it until you die or the weapon is destroyed.
…………
Brian tried the method and felt good. Although the moon blade was not awakened, its hidden basic attributes could still deal with these lichs.
The reason why the female elf in front of him so generously lent him money, apart from the immediate need, was simply because he believed that he could not get Moon Blade's approval and would naturally return it to her after the battle.
Ilseveri glanced at Brian and said, "Did you notice the runes in the Lich's palm? It's around that eye, which seems to be observing us."
"See clearly, that is a sign of Larok," Brian said seriously, "Obviously, those lichs are his men, and he is probably looking at us through that eye."
Laloc is also a lich that survived the Netheril era, and his strength is just as strong as the High King of Shade City.
Obviously, the scars of the magic net have nothing to do with him.
Ilseveri glanced at him unexpectedly, and then said: "Did you just stab him blind? Or did you just cut off his vision obtained through the lich?"
"Probably just cut off his vision." Brian speculated.
Ilseveri raised her sword and looked around, worried that an enemy would suddenly appear, and sighed:
"There are indeed lichs here, and some are lichs. Beno Lich seems to be very... Not happy to see us here, but not sure where 'here' is, and their magic has no effect. Then, here comes the Lich of Larok. Great, we don't have any clues about what's going on. Don’t know what we should do.”
"Then don't be anxious and just wait patiently." Brian said calmly. While speaking, he looked around vigilantly while holding his sword.
“It’s not the worst thing to not understand the situation. You know, most of the people living at the bottom have a hard time, and they are incomparable to you elves, so just be content.”< br>
"You are quite good at talking, but you can't comfort anyone." The female elf said to him, but she didn't sound very angry, but a little happy, "At least the Beno Lich is in the same situation as us. I can’t figure out the situation.”
“But it shouldn’t attack so quickly,” Brian said thoughtfully, “Its eyes seem to have changed.”
“ Yes, I noticed it too," Ilseveri agreed, "Did something or someone control it?"
After Brian stared at the thick fog for a while, he did not answer directly, but asked, "I can understand everything Beno Lich said. The words are old-school and the cadence is ups and downs, but there is only one word I don't understand. You know What does 'Seth' mean? "
Ilseveri turned her head to the side, and Brian could only see her frown.
“It’s hard to translate it exactly, but it’s like ‘young strange elf’. It’s a neutral word, but be careful, compared to ‘I don’t know you’, it also contains ‘ There is no hostility between us for the time being. However, the Supreme Guard mentioned a detail that is far more interesting than the rarely used ancient word. I have known it for a long time. , Raorof is the name of an elf, not a place, but through the word 'Magic Network', I can tell you that he refers to a mythical lock."
"That's what Beno said. The lich is the guardian of the Mystic Lock." Brian was startled, but he didn't expect to be related to the Mystic Lock. He whispered:
"In other words, the Beno Lich found that he had left the Mystic Lock. Lock, confused about this, so it must have done or experienced something unusual to get here.”
He stared at the boundless mist, thoughtfully, "I want to know if someone else is here, trying to deal with us?"
"Didn't you guess it just now, it's Larocque." Ilsevere replied calmly.
“Don’t you think this possibility is slightly higher?”
Brian spread his hands helplessly: “Of course, its owner could be anyone, or someone. A string of ancient magic, or something else entirely. To determine this, we have to see if all lichs bear the mark of Larok, or swear allegiance to him, and wait until something else shows up. Whether they are Beno Liches or people, we will pay attention to whether they have signs and what they say to determine whether there is someone behind it.”
“Indeed.”
Ilseveri nodded: "Beno Lich is not usually like this, at least I can be sure of this."
Brian smiled: "So, have you seen a lot of them?"< br>
The cold-tempered female elf did not smile: "This is my privacy, please don't ask such irrelevant questions."
"I just want to know why my spell became invisible. The harmful flames," she looked at her palms and murmured to herself:
"It seems that all kinds of creatures can freely teleport here, and at least one creature can conduct long-distance observation through the lich. , there is also a creature that can control the Benor Lich magically or mentally."
Seeing Brian staring at her intently, she moved a little uncomfortably and continued, "Don't expect me to express my brilliant opinions and satisfy the endless curiosity of mortals. Only the gods who have been punished by heaven know. These things."
Brian was silent, thinking about other things.
Regarding Brian's silence, Ilseveri rolled her eyes helplessly, continued to observe her surroundings, and said worriedly:
"Without magic, it is only a matter of time before those uninvited guests kill us. Even if we stay alert and ready to fight at any time, if we continue like this, we will eventually be too tired to resist, and then..."
Hearing this, Brian suddenly realized something.
It made him feel that he couldn't waste time here, because the speed of time in the world of magic network seemed to be a bit scary compared to the material world.
It is not an exaggeration to describe it as 'a day in heaven and a year on earth'.
If he wastes too long here, when he goes out, not only his territory may be razed to the ground by the floating city of the Prince of Shadows.
This is no joke.
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(End of this chapter)