Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 545
"I will definitely be back!"

Mr. Dragon stretched out his finger to touch the Elmo rune, which means "return". The black font was provoked by the pale death force derived from the dragon's fingertips, and silk-like magic tentacles emerged from the corners of the characters, swinging in the air , and finally collectively point in one direction.

"The only magic that Mr. Zhiyan is good at is runes. He likes to set up some small tricks in inconspicuous places. It's like a smart person likes to show off his literary talent. Want to try this guide rune, epidemic doctor, it's quite simple, All it takes is a little magical manipulation skill."

Mr. Dragon went into teaching mode, but Lyall declined to try.The last time he tried runes, he resurrected the blood angel Galalon, and his knee is still aching.Although this simple rune is unlikely to be as dangerous as the rune circle carefully prepared by the Luo Shutar blood clan, but losing the novelty at first sight, Lyle is not interested in this little magic that is simpler than the psychic ritual.

Following the direction guided by the runes, the two walked forward in the deep forest with few people.Soon passed the second, third, and fourth tombs...

"There are countless gold, silver and jewels in the funerary objects. I found a Ferrer-style picture scroll, which seems to be a portrait of a favorite person by the owner of the tomb. The style of the painting is exaggerated and out of reality, because I have seen the bones of the person in the picture before, in another crown prince. In the tomb, according to the pelvis, it is speculated that the buttocks of the person involved must not be so round, and the right finger bones are slightly deformed..."

"More than [-] copies of ancient magic parchments, voodoo spells written in Latin, and three copies of devil language trap contract documents are mixed in with the funerary objects. The bones are charred and smell like sulfur..."

"I found a Sleeping Lich. Because the aura is too powerful, I temporarily gave up on further investigation. I have known the funeral objects... a number of ancient large dog bones..."

Mr. Dragon moved his fingers, bent down and prepared to go deep into the half-open tomb.

"Wait for me outside, epidemic doctor."

Lyle felt that it was not right to do so, and in desperation, Nia grabbed the big tail of Mr. Dragon's doll costume that was dragging on the ground.

"Mr. Dragon, is it inappropriate to do this? You see, Mr. Zhiyan also hinted that this tomb owner may be very powerful..." You see, let's not conflict with our future companions, look for Mr. Zhiyan What mattered, Lyall expressed his meaning cryptically.

"You are right, my student." The lich dragon stopped in front of the gate of the tomb, and before Lyall could breathe a sigh of relief, he took out a two-meter-long white bone from his leather pouch The sickle, the bone blade gleamed coldly.Mr. Dragon danced casually, cutting off a smooth corner of the tomb stone.Mr. Dragon burst out with ferocious coercion, like a demon eager to drink blood, his eyes full of murderous intent glared at Lyle, and Lyle's whole body was trembling with Nia.

"I'm ready, then I'll go, wait here, my student."

Lyle found sadly that he didn't have the courage to stop Mr. Dragon in that state.

Lyle stood alone in the doorway, feeling five loud noises accompanied by earthquakes from the depths of the tomb.

A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Dragon, who was laughing like a rising sun, came out. He patted Nia's head happily, then raised the scythe, and scratched the character "Lich" in Mr. Zhiyan's mark. There was a scratch, and the cold scratch split the "Lich" in two. Lyle could only imagine how pale and cruel the reality implied in the beautiful characters.

"I've already said hello, let's go, epidemic doctor."

"Ah."

"That enthusiastic gentleman also gave me the bones of his pet dog."

"Ah."

It took two days to search for Mr. Zhiyan, and every tomb visited by him has been recorded in detail, some interesting stories hidden behind the death, some ancient and treacherous magic traps, and some powerful liches that imposed on them. Curse or punishment, and some treasures that Mr. Dragon couldn't help but do it himself.

Finally, Lyall and the dragon came to a tomb that had no Amo text on the outside.Without saying much, the giant dragon and Lyle stepped into it one after the other.

On the dark and deep tomb walls, some shimmering runes were added in places where there were no murals.Although liches don't need lighting, some ancient funerary objects will react to light, so lighting is necessary for research.

Mr. Zhiyan was standing in such a shimmering space, the air smelled of dust and mold.If it wasn't for Mr. Dragon's instructions, Lyle would even use the standing skeleton with a stiff surface covered in dust as part of the funeral.Mr. Zhiyan was naked, leaning against the wall, facing the old and broken murals.

"Mr. Zhiyan is also a member of a primitive sect like Mr. Scarlet?"

"No, he just forgot to change his clothes, and the original clothes have been weathered for too long." The dragon said, approaching the stiff skeleton, pulled the skull from the spine, and held it in his hands.

With a bang, two weak flames were ignited in the skull. The fire of the soul drifted for a while, and finally stayed on the tall dragon.

"Okay... Long time no see, dragon." The jaw that opened and closed seemed to be dislocated due to long-term non-use, but fortunately, Lich's pronunciation does not rely on the skull.

"Exactly 30 years, my friend." Zhiyan's skull was placed back on his skeleton.

He held his head in both hands, adjusted the connection, and answered indifferently.

"30 years? Three days? Three hours? Does that make any difference to us? Time hasn't left many marks on you and me."

"But time brings new vitality, come and meet my student, Mr. Epidemiologist."

It was only then that Zhiyan noticed that there was another person standing on the air vent. While he was pinching his chin and looking at Lyle, he used his other hand to draw a new magic line on the damaged mural, and Zhiyan lightly removed most of the damaged mural. It was repaired completely with magic power, and the eyes kept focusing on Lyall during the period.

"This mask is worn with a robe. Is he the chief of a crow-worshiping tribe? It's lucky to be alive in the hands of the Holy Light."

"Fifty years have passed since the end of the Crusades, Zhiyan, your memory is confused again."

"Really?" Zhi Yan kept a skeleton appearance, walked up to Lyle and looked up and down.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Plague Doctor, but I have to say that your clothes are a bit...weird, what's with the mud on your shoulders, it seems...the bones are on it! It's moving! I Fuck!!!" Nia, who had been reduced to mud, hung Zhiyan upside down in the air, carrying out the barbaric behavior of the tribe in Zhiyan's memory.

The giant dragon laughed out loud.

"Times have changed, you antique, the weirdness of the past has become the trend of the present."

"But Nia's existence has never changed. Say hello to the Cthulhu larva, Mr. Zhiyan."

Zhiyan shook his hands in the air, chanting obscure and gloomy spells.

Nia listened to those ballad-like voices, and gradually became quiet.

Mr. Zhiyan's excited cheers echoed in the tomb.

"Part of the Fallen Prayer is actually true. This is a major discovery!"

(End of this chapter)