Arcane Journey

Chapter 348 Lich, so many liches!

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 boundless net woven by smooth silk threads. The messy silk threads are thick and thin, twisted... and trembling forever .

The ear-piercing sound, like the playing of a player who knows nothing about temperament, sounds scalp-numbing.

There was nothing here but white—no sky, no horizon, no castle, no trees, nothing else in sight.

"What is this place?"

Brian was curiously observing the surrounding environment. Although he had roughly guessed this place in his heart, he still asked the harper leader Storm beside him uneasy, "Where are we, could it be..."

In the game world, he has never experienced such a plot.

Also, I haven't seen other players post such adventures, but I probably know that if you want to completely repair the magic net, you can only go to a place called the world of the magic net.

Obviously, this plot is not something that their players can personally participate in.

Before Brian could finish his words, the actions of the leader of the harpists beside him shocked him instantly. She suddenly came up to him, held his head in both hands, and kissed him deeply.

next moment.

The cold, soft, familiar touch full of temptation immediately appeared on Brian's mouth, and the faint fragrance of the chosen body of the goddess of magic also became much stronger at this moment.

Brian seemed to feel a fiery touch, which came from the other party's mouth all at once.

Then, it spread throughout his whole body, which even made him feel hot all over his body involuntarily.

Before Brian could recover, Storm had already moved her lips and looked into his eyes apologetically. Their noses were almost touching, and she whispered, "I'm so sorry that I got you involved. Be careful in such a dangerous battle."

Immediately afterwards, she was gone, backing away from Brian, her back against the nearest large wire.

As far as Brian could see, there were thousands of these threads, like trees without leaves, growing in this vast misty net.

Storm stretched out her arms, as if welcoming something, her body stuck to the trembling white object, and her eyes never left Brian.

Brian met her gaze in confusion, walked forward subconsciously, and stretched out his hand towards her.

At this time, this beautiful lady's face was as pale as paper, her delicate body trembled slightly, and... her whole body turned white, trembling like the thread she fused.

Brian looked at her face, then at the rest of her body becoming smooth and shapeless.

In the silence, after a while, she turned into a protrusion on the silk.

As simple as that, the chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic disappeared without a sound.

For some reason, Brian felt a trace of cold sweat seep from his back.

The inexplicable chill made him tremble all over. He walked over and asked Simbu: "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 may die here?"

He, Storm, Simbu, and Ilseveril were the only ones who came to the Realm of the Magic Web. As for Azala and Severil, they had more important tasks to do and did not come together.

"Is that hard to understand? My sister's words are: we all can die."

The wizard queen of Aglaron stared into the distance calmly, her beautiful eyes sparkled with crystal stars, she sighed, and said slowly: "Other than that, I can't say anything else."

Hearing this sentence, Brian opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

With the wild personality of the crazy witch Simbu, who can speak such calm words, it is obvious that this problem has become very serious.

Seeing this situation, the future Elf Queen Ilsevery frowned, and the annoyance in her cold words was much stronger than usual: "Then who told me, this...where is this?"

"Tahadana. Some people call it 'The Realm of the Magic Web'." Brian gave a correct answer.

"Very good." Ilsevelli nodded slightly, "Now that you know where this is, it makes sense."

The blond-haired female elf drew out the ancient elf sword Dominion Blade, and the golden light crackled on the sword like lightning, revealing the eye-catching elf crown runes.

Brian looked around and asked Simbu again: "It seems that my guess is right, then I'm curious, what's the point of our coming here?"

"Mystera's secret is above, and I can't tell you two for the time being." Simbu observed the surrounding situation, her normal eye seemed to flash a gleam of light, and the other eye was beating with indelible silver. Flame, "This thing needs to be remembered."

"That's enough! You know too much, Queen of Aglaron, and we are far behind," Ilseveri said sharply, not as good-tempered as Brian.
"I'm tired. I'm tired of the adventures I took when I was young. The purpose of me bringing my expeditionary force to help you is just to revive the great elf empire. I don't want to run with you until only God knows, even God has forgotten. But now, you don’t even tell us anything. Come on, what is this place and why did you bring us here?”

"The question has never changed, young Miss Ilsevery, the world is in troubled times, and we need to save it."

The elf waited for an answer, but Aglaron's Wizard Queen just backed away, saying nothing more.

Brian then asked: "Then who is our opponent, or something? This can always be said frankly."

"You don't need to know anything, just believe in magic and the goddess."

Simbu replied calmly, "Then just wait patiently, you will understand who to trust and what to do when the time comes."

"I..." Ilseveri almost swears when she heard such perfunctory words.

And Simbu just raised his hand, a magical aura flashed, and a huge silk thread behind her melted her into it.

In the silence, the white substance enveloped Aglaron's Wizard Queen like a curtain.

Moments later, the witch was a jagged protrusion on the silk.

Brian and Ilsevili stared at her—at what Simbu had turned into, to be precise—they frowned at the same time, and looked at each other.

The world around them seemed whiter, vibrating more rapidly and violently.

Then, the two looked around. As far as their eyes could see, there were drifting fog and endless silk forests.

"Do you think we can get out of here?" After an unknown amount of time, Brian looked away, sighed, and broke the silence first, and said to the female elf beside him.

"Even if I can leave, I don't intend to leave them behind." Ilsevili waved her hand unquestionably and made a decision.

Pointing to the weirdly shaped threads that devoured Storm and Simbu, or they were the threads themselves, she said, "If we leave here, we may never get it back...no matter what happens to them , we will probably go home and hope for that."

After finishing speaking, she knelt down on one knee, and carefully placed her hand on the unusually smooth, flat and white 'ground', so flat that she decided it was the 'floor', waiting for something to happen to this cold and hard thing Variety.

However, as Brian expected, nothing happened.

After a while, the female elf shrugged her shoulders helplessly, and sat down with her sword flat on her lap. Suddenly, her expression changed, as if she had thought of something, she brushed her hair, and asked curiously: "Then you see, who am I?" Didn't they also turn white like them?"

Brian didn't expect that the other party would still be in the mood to joke at this time, but he shook his head seriously and said, "Not at all. After all, you are not a voter of the goddess of magic."

"Look!" Ilsaville suddenly stood up and shouted, raising her hand to point.

Brian turned his head quickly and found a tall woman standing motionless in the distance, leaving them with a black back.

From the hair and the curves of her hips and shoulders, she might have been a human female, but there was something odd about it.

It looks... skinny.

Then she disappeared, and the place where she stood just now was empty, only trembling white threads and slowly swirling mist remained.

Looking at the disappearing shadow, for some reason, Brian actually had the frightening feeling of bumping into a ghost in broad daylight.

"You didn't see her go to that place, did you?" He calmed down and asked as he took out his staff, ready to fight at any time.

"No." Ilsaville replied:
"I happened to notice over there, and I can tell you with certainty that she wasn't there just now, and then suddenly appeared. As you can see, she stood motionless, with her back to us. Not only did she not move , as far as I can see, she didn't look our way either."

"Is there any magic here?" Brian said thoughtfully. "Those spellcasters can teleport? Or something else?"

"You are a spellcaster, do you need to guess? If she uses magic, I will also sense the fluctuations of magic power around her." The female elf reminded her solemnly, "We'd better pay attention to the uninvited guests here."

As if to confirm her words, a huge black figure appeared above her out of thin air.

That thing was not a skinny woman, but half a man, with the upper body hanging in the air, nothing below the belt, 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 swung a black two-handed giant sword, and it rushed down towards Ilsevery.

The female elf turned sideways, rolled on the spot, passed through the white silk like a leaf flying in the wind, 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 imagined, the armor was shattered like an eggshell, revealing the flesh that had exploded inside.

Brian noticed the gray skin inside, not shriveled, but dry, without a trace of blood.

Seemingly afraid of Ilsevelli's weapon, this ferocious undead turned around to face his new opponent, moving very quickly without any intention of being injured.

Obviously, it thinks that Brian is the softest persimmon.

Brian stood there with a calm expression. He was about to raise the staff to release the spell and give it a hard lesson, but suddenly discovered a terrible thing.

His arcane, psionic, and spell-like abilities were unexpectedly unavailable at the same time at this moment. Most importantly, his arcane energy and psionic energy had all returned to zero before he knew it.

"Fuck!" Brian couldn't help cursing, "What's going on!"

"careful!"

The female elf at the side saw Brian in a daze, and quickly reminded him.

She calculated the distance between Brian and the black giant sword. At this moment, the thing hanging in the air turned around again, intending to strike him with a sword.

Ilseveri jumped forward, with the weight of her whole body concentrated on her hands, and slashed towards the iron gauntlet of the undead.

Accompanied by a terrible silence, a strong arm fell from the undead floating in mid-air, and landed on the smooth and white ground.

Just as Brian stepped out of the void, the shattered body bounced and... disappeared, probably in the same place as the severed finger and the dropped greatsword.

Brian only had time to glance at his feet, but he couldn't see any trace of those things. At the same time, the last remaining arm of the undead struck like a flying spear.

The black-gloved fingers were extremely terrifying, and they were able to grab him.

Brian looked startled, and he tried his best to raise the staff in front of him, resisting in time.

The contact between the arm and the staff made him see from a close distance that there was an open mouth on the tip of the finger, and 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 disgusted sound and was about to cast a spell.

However, whatever spell she was casting, all that shot from her fingertips were fluctuating silvery flames, which whirred in vain towards the armored monster, but in the blink of an eye, the flames exploded. minus, and finally extinguished.

At this time, after parrying the attack of the undead, Brian took this opportunity to take out a good-quality fine gold sword.

Accompanied by a dull sound and sparks flying, Brian's sharp sword accurately slashed the strong arm, but the opponent seemed to be unharmed.

Obviously, this was definitely the reason for the weapon, and most importantly, his fingers holding the sword felt numb, as if an invisible force was fighting against him.

It's true that people are more angry than people, the female elf can split the undead in half with a sword, but his arm is numb from the shock.

Before he had time to think about it, this arm still persistently reached out to grab Brian, and even wanted to nimbly swoop around to the side, and the tiny teeth clicked.

After the brief shock of not being able to release the spell, Ilseveri hurried to catch up, swinging her sword like a flail, and the fingertips attacking Brian's arm broke off one after another.

Then, Brian, who had time to spare, tried to mobilize the cursed fire.

In an instant, raging blue and white flames spewed out from the notched blade, and the undead gradually disappeared in the tumbling of the flames, only an indistinct bang was heard.

At the end of the battle, Brian and Ilsaville stood on the smooth white ground surrounded by strange fog.

"What the hell is this?" the female elf asked, the murderous look in her eyes still undiminished.

"It looks like a subordinate of the Lich, but its defense is really strong."

Brian shrugged, secretly touched a cold sweat, and joked: "So, we will very likely encounter a lich next."

Ilsevery looked around vigilantly, stared at the white bust of Simbu for a while, frowned, and snorted coldly, "You will know who to trust and what to do, it's all fucking Nonsense, I don’t think so!”

Suddenly, Brian saw a pair of shining eyes again. It was a man with a skeleton face and robes, who appeared for a moment among the silk clumps to his right.

"Be careful!" He raised his sword to remind, before the words fell, the monster that looked like a lich had disappeared.

Obviously, it was really what he said, a fucking lich appeared.

Ilseveri raised her head and nodded towards Brian, indicating that she saw it too.

Before Brian could speak, she had already turned around: "Be careful, that thing may appear at any time..."

"asshole!"

As the leader of the main combat faction on Yongju Island, Ilsevery is obviously not a civilized and polite elf. Just as she was cursing, a distinctive undead creature appeared with a crooked head on its yellowed skull. A crown, wearing a strange armored robe.

It suddenly appeared less than ten steps away from them, it stared coldly at the two of them and then disappeared, very suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Yilseveri held a sharp sword, roared 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 scorched teeth fell out of her slack mouth like scattered pearls.

She stretched out her cold finger bones, trying to catch the female elf, but she was frightened by the buzzing sharp sword in her hand, so she had to back away.

While retreating, she seemed to want to laugh, her head turned around in a weird and unreasonable way, shaking disgustingly, as if she could fall off at any time, and then disappeared mischievously in a blink of an eye.

That's right, it's naughty.

Although Brian couldn't see the facial expression of the witch, he could feel from the will-o'-the-wisps in her eyes that the other party was deliberately playing tricks on them.

"Did it attract them because of our arrival?" Ilsevelli asked. She stood back to her previous position, looked at the surrounding fog with high vigilance, held her sword high, and was ready to go.

"I think so," Bryan replied. "The surrounding things seem to be... whiter, which is strange, but only here."

"Extend from here." Ilsaville seemed to have noticed something, and added.

"From Storm and Simbu," she whispered. "Damn it! What I want to know is, whatever they did, how they got stuck with those silks."

"I think they...awakened this place, maybe it strengthened the power here or something." Brian muttered to himself.

"Thank you for your opinion, knowledgeable wizard." Ilsaville seemed to understand suddenly, and said with a soft smile:

"But I have to admit, I agree with you. This intuition seems to be quite accurate. The things we fought, those liches, were probably attracted by the storm and Simbu, and it has nothing to do with us."

"Then what's the reason?" Brian's words seemed to be asking himself. He didn't expect this seemingly 'simple-minded' female elf to be able to answer wisely, "What kind of place is this?"

At this moment, something floated up in the mist floating at Ilsevelli's feet, rising steadily.

The female elf's expression turned cold, ready to stab her with a sword at any time.

At this time, she saw a head of sapphire-colored hair, an elf face, and a smile that she could only describe as 'gentle'.

"This is a place that can only be touched by the magic net," a pleasant voice replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ilsevery from Myth Drannor, and Mr. Brian from Cormier. Welcome, you are needed here .You see, there are liches here, and some are liches."

This ghost looks obviously more eye-catching than the other 'naughty' witch just now.

In Brian's eyes, she has a perfect elf figure, with beautiful curves, a slender waist, long hair like a waterfall of sapphires, eyes like gold leaf, and a gentle and amiable smile.

Her dress is very sexy. Her long legs in riding boots are wrapped in leggings woven with blue-green silk threads, outlining her slender and fit legs, and the breastplate trimmed with golden tears fits very well, only covering her round and firm The chest exposed most of the waist.

The most important thing is that the breastplate is very short, surrounded by blue-green up and down, revealing a section of fair skin. On the flat and tight abdomen, there is a clear line of the vest, which makes the slender waist There is a sense of inner strength.

On such a healthy and powerful elf body, there is a face as gentle as water. This contrast is really irresistible.

However, it is a pity that her small hands are empty, and... is disappearing, and soon becomes transparent... She disappeared again, leaving only a hazy mist.

Looking at the disappearing ghost, Brian had vaguely guessed who the other party was. Although he had never seen the true figure of this big boss, he instinctively thought: It was her!

Ilsevelli on the side sighed and stopped cursing: "That's 'there are liches here, and there are liches here'. The longer I live, the more I hate tricks and riddles. If everyone has something to say Say, will there be so much shit?"

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, and said thoughtfully, "It's not that they don't want to say it, it's probably because this place has been monitored by some powerful existence In order to prevent accidents from happening, we temporarily concealed it."

"Well, right now I can only use your words to comfort my very unhappy mood." The female elf said angrily.

"If you're really upset, vent it on the Lich." Brian said, "Didn't you just say that there are so many witches here..."

Before he finished speaking, a cloud of swirling mist appeared between the two, and another ghost appeared from it.

They caught a whiff of herbs and a faint smell of corruption, and they all raised their swords.

This is an elf that is taller than Ilsevery. Before the female elf attacked it with a sword, this guy quickly stepped aside from 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 hollow and deep eye sockets, inside are two hot white dots.

It looked... dead, its skin was dark blue, shriveled and shriveled, and in its clawed hands it held a mighty scepter almost as long as its legs, and the scepter crooned on top of it. Enclosed magic spell.

It wore a gorgeous burqa of ancient style, originally woven of white silk, but age had blackened every fold.

This is the Benor Lich, and Brian recognized its identity, a kind of Lich that only elves can transform into.

It is said that the "life limit" of the elves is the age at which they can't bear the call of the kingdom of God and set off to the kingdom of God, but the natural age of the elves' bodies is unknown.

This has also led to the fact that no one has observed any elves that die of normal old age.

Of course, if powerful elves want to 'live' longer in the material world, that is, more than 700 years of normal age, they 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, high elf mages can use the subconscious connection with the magic net and other elves to let them build a miniature version of the elves in a sense Kingdom of God.

Thus, in a sense, it relieves the pressure of calling for returning to the Kingdom of God.

Therefore, the upper limit of the lifespan of high elf mages can generally be delayed by hundreds or even thousands of years. The reason why they choose to do this is nothing more than their own sense of responsibility, which makes them want to better protect their race in the material plane.

At first glance, it sounds a bit similar to the Ascending Immortal Realm in the Xianxia World.

The Benor Liches are the extreme form of this operation. They transform themselves into liches, permanently cutting 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 the rest of their lives, serve the interests of the elves, and never give up the chance to return to the Kingdom of God.

Therefore, the elves who become Benor Lich will be extremely respected by the tribe, and they will be called: Supreme Guardian.

As an elf, Ilseveri had obviously seen the Benor Lich before and knew what it was like.

She bowed respectfully to it, and spoke to it in Elvish, and in the lilting rich voice of the oldest elf Brian had ever heard, and said:
"Supreme guard, it's a pleasure to meet you, there is no enmity or enmity between us. It's just that we got lost, and now I really want to know: what is this place, who and what are you guarding here?"

If an elf has blue right eye and green left eye, he must have been used to the scrutiny of other elves, but Brian is sure that the Benorch's cold stare is because of Ilsevery's just The remarks.

Benor Lich responded in a low voice: "I guard Raorov's magic net, you shouldn't come here, Seth. And I don't think I should come here either, I can feel the magic net, but it's vague. Tell me, what is this place?"

"Actually, we don't know either." Irseveri replied.

"do not know?!"

Hearing the words, the Benor Lich, hissing fiery eyes burst into flames: "I don't know if you dare to barge in, go to hell!"

The Beno Lich swung the scepter suddenly, and Brian, who had already noticed the abnormality, immediately dodged to the side, and Ilsevery's long sword stabbed low, across the Lich's graceful back, piercing He pinched the bony blue wrist, causing the scepter to miss its target.

Benor Lich tried to pull back his hand and take back the scepter, but the female elf stuck it firmly with the sword, and Brian took this opportunity to cut 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 covered with a layer of frost.

At this moment, a flash of light emerged from the swirling mist behind the undead elf.

Brian and Ilsevery took a quick glance and found that there was a second Benor Lich, which they didn't expect at all.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Benor Lich, who had the upper hand, uttered an angry roar. It raised the scepter and cast the magic inside.

There's a flash, sparks, and then... nothing, as ridiculous as a misfiring gun, and then the mist shrinks back, like fear or disgust.

The Benor Lich stared dumbfounded at the sparks spreading out and then disappearing. Obviously, it didn't 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, its surprised expression, everything, and in the blink of an eye, the Benorch in the distance also disappeared.

Seeing them disappear, Brian stepped back, moving his numb and sore fingers, and the frost on the sword and the buzzing disappeared.

Ilsevery observed everything in front of her with a calm expression: only fog, fog, swirling fog everywhere.

"I really want to know why the storm brought us here, what is this place, and what should we do. If we just deal with one enemy after another that comes out of nowhere, then sooner or later..."

"Be careful!" Brian reminded, turning around quickly.

Another lich, shorter and thinner than the previous two.

Brian's precise and fast sharp sword instantly cut into the lich's raised withered palm, and pierced one of its newly opened eyes. As a blue flame exploded, the lich disappeared in the pungent smoke In the process, he took away a piece of his sword tip.

Brian stared at the smooth and flat fracture for a long time, making sure that the blade didn't continue to melt or turn into something else.

For some reason, looking at the scrapped sword in his hand, he suddenly had the urge to scold his mother.

For the first time, he felt how maddened it was to lose arcane and psionic powers.

"It can be seen that your swordsmanship has been tempered for at least ten years." Ilsevelli's cold words came over, "At your current age, this is very difficult for you spellcasters with short lifespans." Rare, use this."

The elf took out a sheathed sword and handed it to Brian.

"Is this your Moonblade?" Brian took the sword and asked subconsciously.

"That's right." Ilsevery nodded slightly, "This is the Moonblade inherited from my family. Since you have the blood of the elves, in a sense, you have a chance to awaken it. If Really wake it up and it's yours."

"Are you kidding, how could it be recognized by me." Although Brian said so, he still did not forget to check the attributes of the weapon.

Elven Moonblade
Type: long sword

Quality: Golden·Legendary

Restrictions: Elf or Half-Elf

Equipment effect: unknown

Explanation: Among all the magical items made by elves, 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 faded away, their magic lost with their families, and others followed their wielders on great quests, so few remain.

The moonblade is passed down through generations 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 on to its descendants. If there is not a strong enough descendant, then The Moonblade goes dormant on its own, like a normal longsword, until a spirit powerful enough finds it and demands its power.

Note: A Moonblade will only serve one master at a time, and its revival requires a special ritual to be performed in the palace of the elven ruler, or in the temple of the elven god.

A moonblade will not serve a master it deems cowardly, eccentric, depraved, or unwilling to protect the elves. has a disadvantage.

If a Moonblade accepts you, a new rune will appear on its blade after you attune to it, and you will remain attune to it until death or the weapon is destroyed.

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Brian tried the method, and it felt good. Although the Moonblade hadn't been awakened, its hidden basic attributes could still deal with this group of liches.

The reason why the female elf in front of him lent him so generously was that, apart from the fact that he really needed it right now, it was because he thought that if he could not get Moonblade's approval, he would naturally return it to her after the battle.

Ilsevery glanced at Brian and said, "Have you noticed the rune in the Lich's palm? It's around that eye, and that eye seems to be watching us."

"See clearly, that's a sign of Laloch," Brian said with a serious expression, "Obviously, those liches are his subordinates, and he is probably looking at us through that eye."

Laroch is also a lich who survived the Netheril period, and his strength is stronger than the High King of the City of Shadows.

Obviously, the scar of the magic net has nothing to do with him.

Ilsevery glanced at him unexpectedly, and then said: "Did you stab him blind just now? Or did you just cut off his vision through the Lich?"

"Probably just cut off his vision," Bryan speculated.

Ilsaville raised her sword and looked around, worried that an enemy would suddenly appear, and sighed:
"It's true that there are liches here, and there are a lot of liches. The Benor Liches seem very unhappy to see us coming here, but they don't know where 'here' is, and their magic has no effect. Then, came Laroch's Lich. Great. We don't have a clue as to what's going on, or what to do."

"Then don't worry, just wait patiently." Brian said calmly, and while speaking, he held his sword and looked around vigilantly.

"It's not the worst if you don't know the situation. You know, most of the people living at the bottom have a hard time. They can't compare with you elves, so you can be content."

"You can talk quite well, but you can't comfort people." The female elf said to him, but she didn't sound very angry, but a little happy, "At least the Benor Lich is in the same situation as us, and he can't figure out the situation. .”

"But it shouldn't have attacked so quickly," Brian said thoughtfully. "Its eyes seem to have changed."

"Yes, I noticed that too." Ilsevelli agreed, "Is there something or someone controlling it?"

Brian stared at the dense fog for a while, and did not answer directly, but asked, "I can understand what the Benor Lich said, the words are old-fashioned, cadenced, but there is only one word that I don't understand, you know What does 'Seth' mean?"

Ilseveri turned her head to the side, and Brian could only see her furrowed eyebrows.

"It's hard to translate precisely, but something 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 ' means. However, a detail mentioned by the Supreme Guardian is far more interesting than that old word that is not used very much. It says that its duty is to guard Raorov's magic net. I have long known that Raorov is An elf's name, not a place, but by the word 'ley,' I can tell you that he refers to a mythal."

"So the Benor Lich is a guard of the mythos," Brian was taken aback, he didn't expect to be related to the mythos, he whispered:

"That said, the Benor Lich was confused when he found himself out of the Mystic. So it must have done or experienced something unusual to get here."

He stared at the boundless mist, thoughtful, "I want to know, is there someone else here, trying to deal with us?"

"Didn't you guess it just now, it's Laroque." Ilsevery replied calmly.

"Don't you think it's a little more likely?"

Brian spread his hands helplessly: "Of course, its owner could be anyone, or a string of ancient magic, or simply caused by other reasons. In order to determine this, we must see if all Liches all have Laroque's mark, or swear allegiance to him. When something appears again, whether it's a beno lich or a human, we'll pay attention to whether they have a mark, and what they say, and judge whether there is There is no mastermind behind it."

"really."

Ilseveri nodded: "Benor Lich is usually not like this, at least I can be sure of this."

Brian smiled: "So, have you seen many?"

The cold-tempered female elf didn't smile: "This is my privacy, please don't ask such irrelevant questions."

"I just want to know why my spell turned into a harmless flame," she murmured, looking at her palm:

"It looks like all sorts of creatures are free to teleport here, at least one being able to see through the lich at a distance, and one being able to magically or mentally manipulate the benoirch."

Seeing Brian staring at her intently, she moved a little uncomfortably, and continued, "Don't expect me to express brilliant opinions and satisfy the endless curiosity of mortals, only the gods who have been condemned by heaven will know These things."

Brian was silent, he was thinking about other things.

Facing Brian's silence, Ilsaville rolled her eyes helplessly, continued to look around, and said worriedly:
"There is no magic. It is only a matter of time before those uninvited guests kill us. Even if we stay alert and are 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 time flow in the Magic Web Realm seemed a bit scary compared to the material world.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as "a day in the sky, a year in the world".

If he spends too much time here, when he goes out, the territory may be razed to the ground by Prince Yinhun's floating city.

This is not a joke.

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(End of this chapter)