Lost Valley, Soul Cry addition to the wandering soul's low call, there is also a slight friction sound - that is a pen writing quickly on a book, but no one can be seen picking up the pen.
If you look closely, you will find that the pen is made of human finger bones, and the book is bound with flat pieces of skin.
The pen was dipped in fresh blood, and every stroke it wrote was blood red. After a while, it turned into deep red, which was the color of the blood after it gradually dried.
"September 1786, 9, New Calendar. Sunny. Thirteen new souls were harvested today. However, among those who entered the Lost Valley, seven or eight of them were without souls. This is very strange."
"There have been a lot of things like this appearing recently. They seem to be called... Starfallers."
"There are more and more interference factors. The red dragon has unified Anzeta. I need to be more cautious and must not be discovered by it again. The magic arrays in Antonio City have been cleared."
"Perhaps, I should activate the cloaking array and hide this place, but my soul reserves are not enough - if I don't sacrifice the life box for a long time, I will become a demilich, not to mention the pursuit of stable immortality."
"Maybe I should consider sleeping."
"Wait, someone seems to have entered the Tomb of the Dead."
The pen made of finger bones suddenly stopped.
The human-skin book slowly closed, and an old face was stitched on the cover of the book. It was Orestes' face when he was alive. There were a few bloody words engraved on his forehead - "The Diary of the Great and Immortal Orestes"
In the dark and cold secret room, internal organs, flesh and bones were scattered everywhere, and blood spread and coagulated on the ground.
The black bone shelves held various potions, scrolls, a large collection of spell books, several wands, and even a few staffs.
Liches collect spells and magical items. They like to collect everything related to "immortality", which is their lifelong pursuit.
"Someone actually broke into my tomb at this time"
"That's not a good thing."
Accompanied by flickering dust and blood mist, the owner of Soul Cry Castle and master of Lost Valley - Orest finally appeared here.
The lich has the appearance of a skinny humanoid, with withered flesh clinging to the skeleton.
His eyeballs had long since decayed, leaving only tiny specks of light and undead mist in the empty eye sockets.
He was wearing the same gorgeous red clothes and jewelry he had worn in life, but the clothes and jewelry had long since been tortured by time and had become tattered and rotten - although he himself was obviously unaware of this.
Liches seek power at all costs and care little for the affairs of living things unless they concern themselves.
They often plan plans that span years, decades, or even hundreds of years to achieve the greatest results. After all, the lich has broken free from the shadow of death.
And the same is true of Orestes.
Although he was indifferent to the world, the recent movements in Anzeta were so great that even he was affected and implicated - he even considered lowering the Lost Valley underground to avoid possible intrusions.
Orestes 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 his own death again."
The phylactery is the repository of the lich's soul.
No one can kill a lich without destroying its phylactery.
When a lich's body is destroyed, its will and mind are torn from its lifeless corpse.
After several days, the lich's new body will be reassembled with the glittering dust that emerges from the phylactery.
Since damage to the phylactery could result in permanent death for the lich, the lich often keeps the phylactery in a hidden and heavily guarded location - Orestes chose the tomb of the death priest.
That was the resting place of Bishop Melkor, where there were countless high-level undead creatures, as well as hundreds of traps and high-level magic arrays set by him personally.
Orestes was extremely confident about the safety of his phylactery, and even if a legendary wizard came in person, he would not be able to obtain his phylactery easily.
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"Ah~~"
The soul in the crystal skull wailed, and a magical image made of dead mist appeared on the skull. "Is that you?"
"The ignorant living."
The scene showed a human noble in gorgeous robes. Apart from his extremely handsome appearance, he seemed to be no different from the adventurers who died in the cemetery.
But for some reason, after seeing this man, Orestes felt inexplicably flustered - even though his chest was empty and he had no heart.
"what is this."
"No, this hidden danger must be eliminated."
Orest gently stroked the crystal skull, and a black mist of undead spread from his palm.
In the tomb of the death priest dozens of miles away, the terrifying winged stone statues in the tomb moved, shaking off the stone debris on the surface of their skin - they were gargoyles, predators that liked to torture their prey, and countless intruders had died at their claws.
But the man in the picture suddenly smiled, his light golden pupils were extremely deep, and his eyes seemed to travel through space.
"Did he see me?"
This thought suddenly occurred to Orestes.
For a spellcaster of his level, his intuition is often extremely accurate, sometimes even better than precise reasoning.
Fortunately, that feeling was fleeting.
The man in the picture seems to have looked away, focusing on the enemy in front of him.
Not only gargoyles, but also countless demons emitting a foul stench of corruption came out from the coffins and corners of the mausoleum. Horrible-looking vengeful spirits floated in the air and pounced on humans in the distance.
"Ouch."
There was another rustling sound, mixed with wailing, friction, and footsteps.
Death Armor opened the coffin lid, picked up the rusty giant sword, and let out a low war cry from the gaps in the armor.
The Boda corpse crawled out from the pile of rotting corpses, its face showing a distorted expression that combined madness and horror.
The heavy stone door slowly closed.
Even the light from Mount Heaven could hardly penetrate the ground.
In this narrow tomb, hundreds of undead creatures of various shapes and forms swarmed in from all directions, surrounding the lone adventurer, and the thick smell of death filled the tomb - this seemed to be a dead end.
Even the bishop of the Church of Amaunator would not dare to say that he could escape unscathed from such a dangerous place.
Over the past few hundred years, hundreds of adventurers have entered, but they all died here and turned into nourishment for this man-eating tomb.
Few living people enter the tomb.
These undead creatures are so hungry that they will even devour each other.
After sensing the entry of outsiders, they could no longer suppress their greed for living things, and they couldn't wait to eat up these fresh living people.
"That's it."
"Kill him, kill him."
"Strip off his skin and flesh, break his bones, and devour his soul"
Orestes's deep voice echoed.
Any mortal who breaks into the tomb and attempts to take away his immortality will be cursed by the lich with the most vicious curse.
He loved to see the terrified and desperate faces of these people, which was the highest tribute to his immortal life.
However, the man in the picture smiled contemptuously.
"Wow, there are so many!"
He calmly adjusted the collar of his gorgeous robe, then slowly raised his right hand.
"Boom——" (End of this chapter)
