White Dragon Lord

"The Coast Guard found a lich?! Isle of Furious Blood?!"

The White Dragon Lord suddenly felt that the island of angry blood was a little familiar. Isn't this the lair of the unfortunate pirate king - El Bloodwave!

But that's not the point at the moment.

"How did the sea patrol detect the trail of the lich?"

The murlocs who participated in the front-line tasks of patrolling the sea were not more powerful than high-level occupations, and the lich was at least a legendary rank. Therefore, the White Dragon Lord felt a little puzzled.

At the same time, the white dragon lord made up a lot of epic adventure stories about the murloc warriors who accidentally broke into the dangerous lich tomb, and finally escaped after experiencing a near-death catastrophe.

"The lich was fishing by the sea, and it happened to be seen by a passing murloc sea patrol."

Lord White Dragon: "???"

Seeing the idiot-looking expression on the white dragon lord's face, Fauci Darkscale quickly explained with a depressed look on his face.

"Really, I didn't believe it at first. The members of the sea patrol team all swear in the name of gods, and what they say is true, and the mages have also tried polygraphs, and I have also cast spells to test them myself. lie."

Lord White Dragon: "..."

The news was too shocking, and the White Dragon Lord slowed down for a while.

Forget it, I don't dare to lie to me even if I measure it. Letting a lich live not far from the White Castle is a huge hidden danger, and if what the murlocs say is true, then there may be something wrong with the lich's brain. more dangerous.

The White Dragon Lord thought so.

"I'll go and see for myself."

The white dragon lord used Taling to call up the coordinates of the island of angry blood and teleport it directly.

Above the sky, the white dragon lord looked at the island of angry blood below. There was a protruding sea stone on the edge of the lush island. After years of pounding by the waves, the sea stone had already become smooth and round, like the head of a bald boss.

At this time, a skeleton wearing a black robe was sitting cross-legged on the sea stone, holding a fishing rod in his hand, and a black crystal-shaped staff was casually put aside.

It sits motionless on the reef beaten by the waves, and it has the demeanor of a grandmaster who does not change his face in the face of the huge waves.

The murlocs didn't lie,

Skulls, robes, staffs, and a large amount of necromancy emanating from the body with the fire of the soul.

Indeed a lich!

The white dragon lord also guessed correctly, this lich was in an abnormal state at this time, its spirit was extremely unstable, and the undead energy in its body surged straight out, forming a large terrifying black cloud around it.

Not crazy, right? !

Do you want to give it a hard blow?

Using soul magic to surprise, the white dragon lord has absolute certainty to kill this insane lich in one blow.

After thinking about it, the white dragon lord dismissed the idea. Liches are masters of magic, and the white dragon lord did not deliberately cover up his whereabouts. He must have found it. However, the lich did not lift his head. Let's do it.

The white dragon lord was really curious, how did this lich achieve this virtue, and he didn't even look up when someone came.

love? !

Oh, the white dragon lord was amused by his own thoughts, what kind of love can a skeleton stand have.

The white dragon lord flew down.

"Good afternoon, this fishing friend!"

The Lich remained motionless, the White Dragon Lord was ignored, and stopped in the air awkwardly.

"Lich! Do you know whose territory you are sitting at?!"

"It's not yours anyway."

"Oh……."

Angry Blood Island is indeed not an overseas archipelago, but an island of the Paphran Kingdom, but it is not very far from the overseas archipelago.

But this is not a problem. The problem is that this lich has a clear mind, correct logic, and a sharp counterattack. It doesn't look like crazy, and looking at the surging undead energy, it doesn't look like it's fishing for leisure.

"What's the matter with you Lich? Shouldn't you be doing experiments at your own home? Why did you come out to fish!"

"Hey~!"

The Lich sighed.

"Bai Long, don't bother me, anyway, I'm about to die, let me stay quiet for a while before I die."

The lich murmured to himself reluctantly.

"I didn't expect that my dignified legendary magician, alchemist master, and the fire of gold - Feilidel, would end up like this."

"Emmm..., Philip? That name sounds familiar."

The white dragon lord recalled it in his mind and remembered it.

"The Fire of Flowing Gold - Feilidel, I have heard of this name, the master alchemist of the southern Mogsang Kingdom, an alchemy genius rarely seen in a thousand years, who has improved hundreds of alchemy formulas in his life, invented the coke rock puppet, Thirty-two new types of alchemy items, including the Sword of Philip, are you right?!"

Even high-level legendary dragons have a lifespan limit of 100,000 years, not to mention legendary magicians. Generally speaking, with the help of potions and magic, legendary magicians have a lifespan of 2,000 years, while other professions have a lifespan limit of 2,000 years. Shorter.

Hearing the white dragon lord mentioning his proud work, the lich raised his head for the first time and gave the white dragon a formal look.

"Your Excellency Amos has also heard of your name?"

"More than I heard, I also bought the alchemy formula invented by your Excellency in the parliament. However, I heard that you died more than a hundred years ago. I didn't expect that you just suspended animation and transformed yourself into a lich."

"What? Lord Amos is prejudiced against liches?"

"No no no! Of course not, on the contrary, I respect all seekers of truth."

The white dragon lord did not lie. In his eyes, the liches who were keen on research were like those persistent scientists in the previous life, and they were a group of people worthy of respect.

At least, respectable before they go crazy.

The White Dragon Lord became even more curious.

"However, Your Excellency Feilidel, what's the matter with you? Tell me and see if I can help you."

"Hey~."

The strong are sensitive to goodwill and malice, and the lich also feels the goodwill emanating from the White Dragon Lord.

But the lich just stared at the sea without saying a word, but his heart was struggling fiercely. The fire of the soul in his eyes was like a candle in a gust of wind, and the undead energy on his body was spreading out continuously.

After a long time, the lich said faintly.

"My phylactery was eaten by fish!"

"Um???!!!"

The White Dragon Lord was horrified!

In addition to soul magic and some divine arts, the only way to kill a lich is to destroy the lich's phylactery, because as long as the phylactery is not destroyed, the lich's soul will not be sucked away by the Styx, but will return Life box, wait for a while to be resurrected again.

From this, it can be seen that the phylactery is the lifeblood of the lich, and must be strictly protected by it, for fear of being discovered.

But in front of this wonderful lich, the phylactery was actually eaten by a fish!

It's a strange thing that happens every year, especially this year.

The white dragon lord came back to his senses and said solemnly.

"It's a really sad (laughs) story."

At the same time, the white dragon lord finally understood why Feilidel fished here with a suspicious look of life.

"Your Excellency Feilidel, what's going on? Tell me, and I'll see if I can help you."

Fiddler spoke bitterly.

"In order to experiment with alchemy technology, I transformed my phylactery into a small alchemy puppet fish, and let it hide in the crevices of the reefs on the seabed. In order to prevent it from being discovered by detection magic, I did not set up warning traps, but did not Think of being eaten by fish."

A box of life is the abbreviation of the box that entrusts one's life, but it does not have to be in the shape of a box, it can be in any shape, the key is to look at personal preferences.

The white dragon lord secretly complained in his heart: Death.

He actually made the phylactery into the shape of a fish and put it in the sea.

However, this may be a misunderstanding of thinking. The objects that Philippe guards against are at least legendary powerhouses. It never thought that an ordinary fish could pose a threat to it, so it was not guarded at all.

"But why do you know it was eaten by a fish?"

"The material of the life box is very soft, and it is slowly being destroyed. This is the stomach acid of the creature."

"Oh fine."

The white dragon lord looked at the undead energy emerging from Feilidel. It turned out that it was not caused by emotional fluctuations, but the phylactery was being digested and the energy was out of control.

"Can you sense the direction of your life box? I'll get it back."

The fire of the soul flickered in Firidel's two empty skeleton eyes.

"No, my soul is in severe pain. I have lost control of energy, my ability to cast spells, and all my senses. In fact, it's very difficult for me to move now."

"All right."

The phylactery is equivalent to the heart of a lich, and the heart is being digested little by little. The pain Philip has suffered is by no means weaker than that of old Jimmy who is suffering from the fire of forging souls. It is amazing that he can maintain a clear mind. .

The white dragon lord thought about the solution to the problem and asked tentatively.

"Does your phylactery have the function of shielding prophecy?"

"Have."

The white dragon lord also felt very headache. Without the slightest clue, it was an impossible task to go to the sea to find a fish that he did not know what kind of fish.

Looking at the undead energy emerging from Feilidel, even if the White Dragon leader mobilized all the murlocs in White Castle to fish, Feilidel might not be able to last for that time.

And if the lich commits suicide, the soul will return to the phylactery, but it will not be able to be resurrected immediately. Philip was digested by the fish before he can be resurrected.

This situation is unresolved!

The first lich in history to die at the hands of a fish, this "honorary title" looks funny, but in the eyes of the parties, it may not be so funny.

Suddenly, the white dragon lord thought of a way.

"Your Excellency Feilidel, I thought of a way, but you need to take a lot of risks."

"any solution?"

Feilidel suddenly became excited, he really didn't want this method of death.

The White Dragon Lord continued.

"I will know a little soul magic, let me put a mark on your soul, and then I will destroy your body and let your soul return to the phylactery, so that you can find the location of the phylactery."

As the White Dragon Lord said, the risk that the lich needs to take is to be controlled by the White Dragon Lord, and then be forcibly enslaved.

Feilidel thought about it, the white dragon lord is in the limelight, even if he is a secluded he has heard about the deeds of the archipelago lord.

The white dragon lord has a good reputation on the mainland. Although he does not take the initiative to do good things, he is not evil. He is a dragon with bottom lines, principles, and order.

Moreover, Feilidel found that he didn't seem to have a choice. It didn't want to die, at least it didn't want to die so uselessly.

"bring it on!"

Without any nonsense, the white dragon lord placed a mark on the lich's soul and shattered the skull's head.

The soul that lost its support suddenly disappeared in place, and the White Dragon Lord suddenly realized that the way the lich's soul returned to the phylactery was similar to teleportation, in order to resist the suction of the Styx.

The white dragon lord closed his eyes, and sure enough he sensed the position of his mark.

After putting away the robe, staff, necklace, eight rings, a pair of rings, and three enchanted equipment teeth disguised as teeth and hidden in his mouth, the White Dragon Lord hurriedly flew towards the target.

He successfully caught the fish that almost won the honorary title of "the first fish to kill a lich in history", and disemboweled it, and took out a small alchemy fish in the belly of the fish.

I have to say that Feilidel's alchemy is quite clever. If he hadn't known it in advance, at first glance, the White Dragon Lord might have been misunderstood. No wonder Feilidel wanted to hide it in the crevices of the reef. Who would have found it.

But beware of the fish in the water.

"Your Excellency Philip?!"

The White Dragon Lord probed Feilidel's phylactery and found that Feilidel's soul fell into a coma.

It seems that resurrection is also damaging to the soul, and it may also be due to some minor trauma to the phylactery.

The White Dragon Lord returned to Whitecastle with the Lich's phylactery and equipment, intending to keep his promise and help Firidel.

Like Philip, a new lich who has not been transformed into a lich for a long time, is no different from his thoughts before his death, and can be treated as a normal person.

Of course, the white dragon lord is not a pedantic dragon. Philip is a famous alchemist. When he wakes up, the white dragon lord will ask him for some alchemy knowledge, and he will not refuse him if he wants to come.

The White Dragon Lord put Feilidel's phylactery and equipment in his room together with [Morodin's Musical Candelabra], and ordered Taring to take care of it.

the next day.

The fourth year of the Baita calendar.

The first day of the new year has come, and the National Day of Yafei Aiwei has also begun.

Aoqi City became lively. Although there was no grand occasion like the founding ceremony of the country, there were still residents from all over the overseas archipelago who came to Aoqi City to participate in the celebration.

The White Dragon Lord attended the opening ceremony of the celebration as usual, and delivered a speech to convey the blessings to the people and the good wishes for the new year, and then returned to the White Castle in the sound of joy.

After returning to his room, the white dragon lord first rekindled the stopped soul-forging fire for old Jimmy, and then planned to continue his magic experiment.

In fact, when the white dragon lord entered the room, Philip's soul had already awakened, but he resisted and did not move. When he saw the white dragon lord "torture" old Jimmy with the soul-forging fire, Philip was completely unmoved. All right.

Knowing the face but not the heart!

It never imagined that the white dragon lord, who had always had a good reputation, was actually a devil who tortured his soul for pleasure, and he was considered a sheep.

Weak Philip was very worried about his future.