Chapter 251 Duroken Is Dead?

In the land of deep sleep, sleep is very important. If you can't sleep, you can only face the endless tombstones and think about life.

"Don't you know that I have neurasthenia, insomnia and dreamy dreams? I finally fell asleep once, and was woken up by you crying, and you can bear it when you get up... Hey, who are you? Intruders?"

The lich sat up inside the flipped tombstone, cursing. He didn't see Ange and the others clearly until he was cursing behind him. He immediately noticed the difference between them, with an excited look on his face.

"Intruders, right? You are intruders, right? That's great!" The Lich jumped up from the tomb excitedly, screaming with his soul: "Get up, there are intruders! There is something to play with!"

The scream of his soul spread like a hurricane, with him as the center, a circle of tombstones, or flip covers, or slide covers, opened one after another, and the skeleton, corpse, witch and undead popped out, spreading like ripples .

The sleeping place, which was still dead just a second ago, suddenly turned into a paradise for undead creatures. Countless undead creatures rushed over from all directions, rubbing their shoulders, waving their hands and smashing their bones.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Ange took a step forward, transformed, and roared.

Bone Locke's soul screamed like a hurricane, and the undead creatures who were close to him seemed to be sprayed on the soul by a magic hair dryer. The whole soul was refreshed and almost blown away.

After the scream of the soul, all the undead creatures froze in place, completely silent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds passed, and the undead creature who came back to his senses knelt down facing the purple-gold skeleton, and the soul screamed one after another: "Lock! Locke! Locke!"

The lich who was woken up by Negris was even more excited and trembling: "Master Locke, Lord Locke! Is it Lord Locke? You are finally here, you are finally here to save us? You have not forgotten us lonely and poor My wandering soul, do you remember me? Do you remember me?"

The Lich knelt on the ground and stretched out his hands excitedly, as if to hug An Ge's thigh.

A stunted embryonic dragon cut between the two, looked at the lich, and said thoughtfully: "I seem to remember you, aren't you that so-and-so?"

"Brass Dragon, cheap, you are the God of Knowledge?!" The lich shouted in shock.

Negris vomited blood and roared inwardly: Since when has cheapness become my characteristic? Do you know what a cheapie is? Turn back and lock you up with Lightning, let you experience it!

"I remembered, you are the night watchman with dark circles!" Negris thought hard, and finally remembered this so-and-so.

At the same time, when the transformation time came, Ange transformed from a solid bone Locke back to a human form. The Lich stared at Ange blankly, his cloudy eyes were extremely dazed.

If it was only An Ge himself, the Lich would have suspected that he was dazzled or had some kind of illusion, but adding the Brass Dragon and calling out his nickname all at once made him startled and uncertain.

what happen? Why did Master Locke become like this?

"Lord God of Knowledge, I am not Black Eye, I am Night Watchman Lamo, long time no see, Lord God of Knowledge, you..." Lich Lamo asked hesitantly.

"Indeed, where are your dark circles? Why are they gone? I didn't recognize you for a while." Negris asked in surprise.

Lamo smiled wryly: "My lord, the dark circles under my eyes were made by myself to commemorate my cause of death—sudden death from insomnia, but now I have slept for more than a thousand years, I don't think there should be dark circles, so I just It's gone."

"Pfft - no wonder you wake up so angry, do you suffer from insomnia after death?" Negris asked curiously.

"Of course, it's more serious, okay! When I was alive, I had insomnia, and I would faint if I couldn't resist it. Now I can't, I toss and turn, and I can't sleep. I can't sleep. There are a lot of messy thoughts in my soul, and they will come out when I calm down. If I can't think through it thoroughly, I will never fall asleep." Lamo poured out bitter water.

Negris didn't know what to say. It was easy for undead creatures to control their souls. Only those who couldn't control their wild thoughts could suffer from insomnia. I didn't expect such undead creatures to exist.

"It's really painful, I understand, what's going on here?" Negris changed the subject.

"My lord, I still want to ask you what's the situation. Why did the Palace of Rest suddenly disappear? Our souls can't sense Your Majesty and Lord Locke. After so many years, no one has come to us, and we can't leave here. , What happened?" Lamo asked impatiently.

Seeing his dazed and bewildered look, Negris groaned in his heart, trouble, no one here knows what happened, right?

"Where's Duroken? Is Duroken here?" Negris asked hastily.

Lamo nodded: "Yes."

Negris breathed a sigh of relief, that's good, as long as Duroken is still there, he will definitely know more information.

However, before it became happy, Lamo added: "However, when Master Duroken went out to explore whether there was a way to leave here, he was shredded by the lights outside, leaving only a phylactery."

"Pfft! You have something to say, can't you finish it all at once?" Negris vomited blood and was surprised: "If you have the phylactery, you can be resurrected. Where is he?"

Lamo shook his head: "He cannot be resurrected in the tomb. Lord Duroken said that if he is resurrected, he will need to consume a lot of soul energy. This is a closed space, and when one ebbs and the other rises, many souls will perish. So he is not resurrected, let us call him if we can leave."

Negris nodded. He may not have understood this passage before, but since Ange brought the liquid of death's breath into the Palace of Dormition and allowed it to evaporate and disperse freely, the level of breath of death in the Palace of Dormition has reached saturation.

Since then, Negris has realized that the breath of death is relative to undead creatures, just like air is relative to living things. Without it, the souls of undead creatures will dry up.

If Duroken is resurrected, what will be consumed is the limited breath of death here, and the rest of the souls will gradually dry up and perish because there is no nourishment from the breath of death.

But now that Ange is here, Duroken is saved.

"Quick, take me to his grave. By the way, where is Locke's grave?" Negris said eagerly, and asked about the location of Locke's grave by the way, maybe it was still thinking about the grave.

"My lord, please go this way." Lamo made a gesture of invitation to Negris, and when he turned to Ange, he knelt down directly: "My lord, please!"

The attitude towards Brass Dragon and Bone Locke is completely different.

When Lamo led the way to the distance, Negris asked: "I met an undead outside, and I got the coordinates here from him. I heard that he is the night watchman here. There is such a something?"

"Yes, a guy who hooked up with the devil and sold his soul, did he really run out? I thought he died in the void, so to speak, he did a good thing by running out and bringing you here, my lord. You have to thank him later," Lamo said.

"Uh... killed by us." Negris replied embarrassedly.

"That's great. I wanted to thank him and kill him again. I counted his luck." Lamo said bitterly.

"..."

Just now, the undead creatures crawled up all over the mountains and plains, scaring Negris. He didn't look carefully. Now that he walked all the way, he noticed one thing. There are many graves that have not been opened, and even the grass on the graves is withered. Sparsely.

Negris pointed to the unopened tombs and asked, "What's the matter with those tombs? Are no one living there?"

"Oh, it's probably some low-level undead creatures whose souls have dried up and died." Lamo said helplessly.

Negris was shocked, he flapped his wings and flew a little higher, looking around and counting seriously.

It looks grand, but if you count carefully, there are only a little over 20,000 undead creatures that got up. There are millions of undead creatures sleeping in the Sleeping Land. How come only so few got up? Has everything else died?

Lamo nodded, confirming Negris' guess.

Of the millions of undead creatures, there are just over 20,000 left? The situation here is even worse than it imagined, almost to the point of exhaustion.

If it was a few hundred years later, would the undead creatures here be like the resting palace, with only a skeleton left?

Led by Lamo, Ange and his party came to a grave.

Duroken is the king of alchemy. His tomb is not as fancy as his palace. It is just a simple flask shape, with the top thin and the bottom thick.

"This is Lord Duroken's grave, but in this situation, if we can't revive him, we must not wake him up. By the way, Lord God of Knowledge, don't you know what preparations you have for this visit? Can you save us all?" Lamo asked tentatively.

Lamo's words have several meanings. One is to ask Negris if there is a way to save them out, and the other is to ask if there is a way to revive Duroken. If not, don't wake him up, otherwise Duroken's waking up will be worse. bigger than him.

Negris spread his hands: "I don't know if I can save you all, but I still need to study it. Let's wake him up first. Even if he wants to be resurrected, he needs to cooperate. At worst, he will take his phylactery with him." go out."

What Negris said is not true, but there is no way, it has no soul connection with Duroken Lamo, so it can't say everything.

"I'll come." After speaking, it didn't wait for Lamo, and flew to the tombstone and knocked: "Hey, Duroken, are you at home? I am the God of Knowledge, and I'm here to visit your grave. Hurry up!" stand up."

There was no response for a while, Negris knocked twice, and then turned around in doubt.

Lamo also looked puzzled, ran over and knocked heavily on the tombstone, but there was no response after knocking twice, which made him jump up in fright, and started digging Duroken's grave without saying a word, and soon dug out a phylactery .

The phylactery is an exquisite magic box, which contains the heart of a lich, but when you open the box of Duroken, there is a heart that has shrunk into a small ball, and a bunch of pieces that should have been inlaid on the heart. The small parts, but at this time have fallen apart.

Lamo's face was ashen, and he said with a mournful face: "Du...Master Duroken, he died."

Negris has an absurd sense of unreality. The dignified alchemy lich, Duroken, is actually dead? What are you kidding?

Although the situation in the Land of Sleep is very bad, there are still more than 20,000 undead creatures surviving. As the Lich King, Duroken has the toughest soul among these undead creatures. The soul lives a long time, it is impossible to perish so early.

Even if the oil is really exhausted, as long as you are ruthless and plunder the soul energy of other undead creatures, you can still persist until the end.

You don't even need to be hard-hearted, because most of the more than 20,000 undead creatures are unconscious and intelligent, and plundering their souls is no different from picking a few cabbages.

However, Duroken didn't, and instead allowed himself to perish. It's simply inexplicable. Could it be that he suffered some serious injuries?

"Show me." Negris signaled Lamo to give it the phylactery.

Lamo handed it over. Negris studied it for a while, but couldn't figure out anything. He handed it to Ange, and then asked Lamo, "Did he leave any legacy? What about his last words?"

Lamo was about to cry: "I only know now that my lord died. He didn't confess his last words. The relics are all here. Why don't we dig them out?"

What a good idea, Negris immediately called the little zombie and started digging up Duroken's grave.

Lamo was amazed to see the little zombie with two hoe in gloves and one dog planer, because few liches could be as flexible and move so fast as the little zombie.

"Oh my God, how did he do it? Why are his joints so flexible?" La Mobi scratched his stiff joints and said in surprise.

Zombie Zombie, how can it be called a zombie if its movements are not stiff? Liches are just intelligent zombies, and their movements are not very flexible.

"Hehe, I'll tell you later." Negris laughed mischievously. When the cleansing technique shining with holy light was applied to his body, he wondered if Lamo would jump up in fright?

It's a pity that when Duroken's grave was dug up, there were no last words and relics. This is also normal. Precious things must be put in the palace. Who would put them in the tomb?

Negris was very disappointed. He thought that if he could find Duroken, he would have a chance to know where the king had gone. Unexpectedly, Duroken died, leaving no last words, only a phylactery left, but the phylactery What should I do if I can't speak?

Looking back, Ange was still holding the phylactery and watching.

Negris asked: "Have you found anything? Is there a residual consciousness?"

Angus shook his head.

"Then why are you still holding it, put it down, and bury it back later, this time it really becomes a grave." Negris sighed.

An Ge tilted his head, hesitantly said: "The Lich's heart is dry, can I use it to revive?"

While speaking, Ange took out a bottle of concentrated holy worm ash liquid.

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