Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

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 of them have no souls. This is very strange."

"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 demilich, let alone the pursuit of stability. of immortality.”

"Maybe you should consider sleeping."

"Wait a minute, someone seems to have entered the Tomb of Death."

The pen made of finger bones suddenly stopped.

The human skin page slowly closed, and 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 would 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 frame.

His eyes have long since rotted away, and only tiny spots of light and necromantic mist remain in the empty eye sockets.

He was wearing the red clothes and jewelery he wore when he was alive, but his clothes and jewelery 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 on earth 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 the lich with 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 seemed not 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.

"what 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 seemed to have turned his eyes away, focusing on the enemy in front of him.

Not only the gargoyles, but also countless demons with a stench of corruption and stench came out from the coffins and corners of the mausoleum. One by one, the horrible ghosts floated in the air and rushed towards the humans in the distance.

"Woo."

There was another rustling sound, mixed with wailing, friction, and footsteps.

The death armor opened the coffin lid, picked up the rusty giant sword, and issued a low war cry from the gap in the armor.

The Boda corpse crawled out of the pile of rotten corpses, with a twisted expression of madness and fear on his face.

The heavy stone door slowly closed.

Even the light from Mount Heaven could hardly penetrate the ground and shine in.

And in this narrow tomb, hundreds of undead creatures of various shapes rushed in from all directions, surrounding the lone adventurer, and the strong smell of death filled the tomb-it seemed that it was a dead end.

Even the bishop of the Church of Amaunator dare not say that he can escape from such a dangerous place unscathed.

In the past hundreds of years, hundreds of adventurers have entered, but they all died here and turned into nutrients for this man-eating tomb.

Few living people enter the tomb.

These undead creatures are hungry and even devour each other.

After sensing the entry of outsiders, their greed for living things has long been uncontrollable, and they can't wait to eat up this fresh living person.

"That's it."

"Kill him, kill him."

"Strip off his skin and flesh, smash his bones, and devour his soul"

Orest's low voice echoed.

Any mortal who breaks into the tomb and tries to take away his immortality will be cursed by the lich with the most resentful curse.

He likes to see the terrified and desperate faces of these people, which is the highest tribute to his immortal life.

However, the man in the picture smiled contemptuously.

"Tsk, there are so many."

He calmly adjusted the collar of his gorgeous robe, and then slowly raised his right hand.

"Boom——" (End of this chapter)