Lost Valley, Soul Cry Castle.
In addition to the low voice of the wandering soul, there was also a slight scratching sound - it was a pen writing rapidly on the book, but no one could see anyone lifting the pen.
If you look closely, you will find that the pen is made of human finger bones, and the book is bound by sheets of flat skin.
The pen was dipped in fresh blood, and every stroke and every stroke written was blood red. After a while, it turned into deep red, which is the color of blood after it gradually dries.
"September 12, 1786 in the New Calendar, sunny. Thirteen fresh souls were harvested today, but among those who broke into the Lost Valley, seven or eight had no souls. This is very strange."
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"There are always things like this appearing recently. They seem to be called Starfallers."
"There are more and more interfering factors. The red dragon has unified Anzeta. I need to be more cautious. I must not be discovered by it again. The magic circles in Antonio's city have been cleared."
"Perhaps I should activate the concealment circle to hide this place, but the soul reserve is not enough anymore - if I don't sacrifice the life box for a long time, I will become a demi-lich, let alone the pursuit of stability. of immortality.”
"Maybe you should consider sleeping."
"Wait, it seems someone has entered the Tomb of Death."
The pen made of finger bones suddenly stopped.
The human skin page slowly closed. An old face was stitched on the cover of the book. It was Orest's face when he was alive. There were also a few bloody words engraved on his forehead - "The Great and Immortal Orest". Rest's Diary"
The dark and cold chamber was filled with scattered internal organs, flesh and bones, and blood spread and solidified on the ground.
On those black bone shelves were various potions, scrolls, a large number of spell books, several wands, and even a few staffs.
Liches collect spells and magic items. They like to collect everything related to "immortality", which is their lifelong pursuit.
"Someone will break into my tomb at this time"
"That's not a good thing."
Accompanied by flickering dust and blood mist, Orest, the owner of Soulcry Castle and the master of Lost Valley, finally appeared here.
The Lich's appearance is that of a skinny humanoid, with withered flesh and blood clinging to the skeleton.
His eyes have long since rotted away, with only tiny spots of light and necromantic mist remaining in the hollow eye sockets.
He was wearing the red clothes and jewelry he wore when he was alive, but his clothes and jewelry had been tortured by time and became dilapidated, rotten, and tattered—but he obviously didn't realize this.
Liches pursue power at any cost and are indifferent to the affairs of living creatures unless it involves themselves.
They often plan plans that take years, decades, or even centuries to achieve the greatest results. After all, the lich has escaped the shadow of death.
And the same goes for Oreste.
Although he is indifferent to the world, the recent movements in Anzetta have been too great, and even he has been affected and implicated - he even considered lowering the Lost Valley underground to avoid possible intrusions.
Orest stretched out his withered arm, took down the crystal skull from the shelf, and said in an extremely cold tone:
"Who is it?"
"Let me see who is seeking death again."
The phylactery is the repository of the lich's soul.
No one can kill a lich without destroying the phylactery.
When a lich's body is defeated, its will and mind are ripped from the lifeless corpse.
After a few days, the lich's new body will be reassembled with the flickering dust emerging from the phylactery.
Because the destruction of a phylactery could leave a lich facing permanent death, liches often keep their phylacteries in secluded and heavily guarded locations—Orest chose the Tomb of the Death Ritual.
It was the resting place of the former Bishop Melkor. There were countless high-ranking undead creatures, as well as hundreds of traps and high-circle magic circles that he had personally laid.
Orest is particularly confident in the safety of his phylactery. Even if the legendary mage comes in person, he cannot easily obtain his phylactery.
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"Ah~~"
The soul in the crystal skull howled, and a magical image composed of the mist of death appeared on the skull. "Is that you?"
"Ignorant living beings."
The picture showed a human noble in a gorgeous robe. Apart from being extremely handsome, he didn't seem to be much different from the adventurers who died in the cemetery.
But for some reason, Orest felt a little flustered after seeing this man - even though his chest was empty and there was no heart.
"Why is this?"
"No, this hidden danger must be eliminated."
Orest caressed the crystal skull, and the black mist of death spread from his palm.
In the tomb of the death priest dozens of miles away, the terrifying winged stone statues in the tomb began to move, shaking off the gravel on the surface of their skin - they were gargoyles, predators who like to torture their prey. , countless intruders have died under their claws.
But the man in the picture suddenly smiled, his pale golden pupils were extremely deep, and his eyes seemed to travel through space.
"Did he see me?"
Orest suddenly had this idea.
For spellcasters of his level, intuition is often extremely accurate, sometimes even better than precise arguments.
Fortunately, that feeling was fleeting.
The man in the picture seems to be looking away, focusing on the enemy in front of him.
Not only gargoyles, but also from the coffins and corners of the mausoleum, countless demons and ghosts exuding the stench of corruption came out. One after another, the terrifying-looking ghosts floated in the air and pounced on the humans in the distance.
"Aww."
There was another rustling sound, mixed with wailing, rubbing, and footsteps
Death Armor opened the coffin lid, picked up the rusty giant sword, and let out a low war cry from the gaps in the armor.
Boda's corpse crawled out from the pile of rotting corpses, its face showing a twisted expression that combined madness and horror.
The heavy stone door slowly closed.
Even the light from Paradise Mountain has difficulty penetrating the ground.
In this narrow tomb, hundreds of undead creatures of various shapes came from all directions, surrounding the lonely adventurer, and a strong aura of death filled the tomb - this seemed to be a certain death situation.
Even the bishop of the Amaunata Church dare not say that he can escape from such a dangerous situation.
In the past hundreds of years, hundreds of adventurers have broken into, but they all died here and became the nourishment of this cannibal tomb.
There are very few living people entering the tomb.
These undead creatures are so hungry that they even devour each other.
After sensing the entry of outsiders, their greedy thirst for living creatures could no longer be restrained, and they couldn't wait to eat up this fresh living human.
"That's it."
"Kill him, kill him."
"Strip off his skin and flesh, break his bones to pieces, and devour his soul"
Oreste's deep voice echoed.
Any mortal who breaks into the tomb and attempts to take away his immortality will be subject to the most vicious curse of this lich.
He liked to see the frightened and desperate faces of these people, which was the highest tribute to his immortal life.
However, the man in the picture smiled contemptuously.
"Gee, there are so many"
He calmly adjusted the skirt of the gorgeous robe, and then slowly raised his right hand.
"Boom——" (End of this chapter)