Dezko closed his eyes and expressed his gratitude to the elemental spirits.
The elemental spirit, who had already poured out the anger in his heart, also greeted him and left.
Before the churning dirt had stopped wriggling completely, Diego pounced, grabbed the purple jar, and pulled it out of the mound.
Dezko and the dwarves stared at it with wide eyes, it was the first time they had seen a lich's lifebox, which was a proud honor because it meant that they had mastered the life and death of a lich.
It was a coconut-sized metal jar, with a faint emerald green exterior indicating that it had been cast with silver, and the mouth of the jar was sealed by a huge shadow crystal, the size of a fist, which emitted a faint purple glow, emitting an eerie dark aura all the time.
Diego reached for the jar, he was running out for time and had to destroy it before the undead guards around him rushed up.
But Dezko grabbed him.
"Watch out for traps!"
The Minotaur whispered a warning.
"No, lichs rarely have traps on their chests!"
Diego said nonchalantly.
Generally speaking, the Lich's life box will be inscribed with three rune circles - Soul Sign, Soul Return, and Flesh Remodeling, in order to prevent conflict with these three circles, the Lich will rarely make extraneous branches and place other spell traps on the life box, which is the real reason why Diego seems so reckless.
"No, I mean the rune cloth," the minotaur pointed to the green rune cloth wrapped around the jar, "I sensed some kind of malevolent aura from above. ” Diego's heart thumped, and he carefully observed the runes on the green cloth, but found nothing, he didn't recognize any of them.
"It seems to be some kind of demonic rune, I only recognize one," the Night Elf said suddenly, pointing to one of the snake-like twisted runes, "I've seen it in the Temple of Satyr on the Black Coast, and it seems to have a life-draining effect." ” Sartre are sadistic fallen demons, a twisted and evil race with a penchant for blood and pain, and no warlock is better at corrupting, damning, and other dark spells.
"What then?
We're just going to do it?
Diego asked.
"No, as long as you don't have physical contact, these runes won't work," Masrae glanced at Diego before pointing to his crow bayonet, "Your Light is the nemesis of these evil spells, and a blade infused with the power of Light can solve this problem." ” Diego immediately drew his bayonet and attached it to the musket handguard.
The power of the Holy Light poured down from his arm like a torrent, pouring into the musket, and in just a few seconds, the sharp bayonet became as dazzling as the sun, and the sharp edge of the brilliant Holy Light condensed on the tip of the knife continued to expand and expand, making the bayonet look even more slender.
Diego stared at death, carefully approaching the tank, cutting the thin layer of rune cloth, as if the red-hot blade pierced into the cream, and with a soft sound of "zi", the rune cloth was easily cut in half and slid to the ground, and the air was filled with a sulfurous stench.
Diego let out a long breath and set the musket aside, then unscrewed the Shadow Crystal that was plugging the mouth of the jar and peered inside.
What came into his eyes was a complete stomach pouch that was still slowly wriggling.
The pouch was very fresh, it looked the same as when it was first cut, the blood from the wound was still red, and a few half-digested oats spilled from one end of the pouch, giving off a sour smell.
That's it!
Diego said in his mind.
He picked up the musket again, pouring the power of light into the bayonet.
"In the name of the Light, may the power of the Light shine upon me and judge the evil before me!"
He muttered a prayer, and the surging holy light converged into the bayonet at a speed far greater than just now, and almost in the blink of an eye, the stone crow's bayonet turned into a dazzling cluster of blazing light, and the people around him did not even dare to look directly at its existence, and the bright holy light spread out from the blade from time to time, burning around it like a flame.
At the edge of the square, the undead who had just recovered from the shock of the earth looked at this place in fear, and they instinctively felt the power contained in that light, which was the power that could completely destroy them, not only their bodies, but also their souls, and in the face of this power, they were no longer immortal.
They subconsciously stopped, holding back, no matter how the officers drove them, they couldn't let them move a single step.
As if sensing the impending destruction, the stomach pouch writhed violently, and disgusting gastric juices and food scraps were squeezed out of it and sprayed everywhere.
However, the struggle was futile, and just as it was deflated by the emptiness of its contents, Diego waved his arm and poked it hard.
The sharp bayonet easily pierced the flesh, and the surging power of holy light erupted violently from the bayonet, burning fiercely.
The stomach pouch writhed wildly under the scorching light and squeaked, but as more and more of the power of the light poured into the jar, like fire oil poured over a campfire, the whole mass of flesh burned with a thud.
The sturdy jar made a soft click, and a crack ran from the mouth of the jar to the bottom of the jar, almost splitting it in half.
At that moment, everyone heard a terrible wail, which came from the inn on the west side, one of the few buildings in town that was still in good condition, and with this wail, the inn jumped up in its entirety, as if some great creature had arched it underneath, but the next moment the two-story building fell with a bang, and then completely collapsed, crumbling into a pile of broken bricks and tiles, which looked like a huge mound!
The flames were extinguished, and not even a single scrap of ashes was left in the jar.
The Lich is dead!
Completely dead!
At the moment when the Fatbox was destroyed, death descended on the Lich through some mysterious connection, and the enormous energy released by the destruction of the Lich's undead body even destroyed the entire inn.
Looking at the collapsed inn in the distance, Dezko, Brian, Huffman, and all the soldiers all opened their mouths wide and couldn't close them for a long time.
Participating in the operation to kill a lich sounds so incredible that they can't believe they actually succeeded!
Diego and Masrae weren't too excited, counting Mobent?
Fell, this is the second lich they've killed.
He knew that now was not the time to celebrate, because while the death of the leader had sent the Scourge into a panic, with some dropping their weapons and fleeing, many more rushing towards the humans in a fit of rage.
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"Retreat!
Retreat to the town hall!
Diego shouted.
He jumped onto the crooked fountain stone sculpture and shot fiercely at the surging tide of the undead, and brilliant sparks bloomed in the undead natural disaster, harvesting the souls of the undead like a whirlpool.