The old lich chuckled in a hoarse voice, his voice floating like a ghost: "The magic power in your body is being swallowed up by this world every moment, every minute... They are slipping away from your feet.
Walk, as your breath escapes, it slowly evaporates along every hair on your skin."
"I don't know if this is the effect of the magic circle set up by those bastards at First University, or if this world has undergone weird mutations, but I know that in this world, if we use more magic, we will have less magic.
."
"The underworld is like a thirsty oil press, draining every ounce of magic from our bodies."
"In addition to eating the same kind of corpses to barely replenish the loss, we can only work hard to squeeze the limits of the body and search for the subtle magic power in every cell and every nerve gap... So you have also seen the consequences of lack of magic power, let us
They’ve all become like this.”
"You have to learn to walk on all fours and reduce the pressure of your lower limbs on the ground... because the greater the pressure you put on the ground, the stronger the suction force of the ground to swallow up magic."
"You need to remove every hair on your body, lower your breathing rate, and reduce the speed of magic evaporation."
"You also need to learn how to squeeze the limited magic power from every cell."
"Of course, the magma under the ground and the thick clouds above your head are flowing with huge and pure magic power. If you can drink magma and feed on thunder like those big demons, you will not worry about the lack of magic power... It's just that
But when that time comes, what restricts you will be other shackles set by the wizards."
"Why remind me?"
Zheng Qing restrained some of the power of the lighting spell and only maintained a small area of dim light. At the same time, while the old lich was chattering, he quietly took out a few rain talismans and patted them on his body to treat the problem just now.
Injuries caused by landing.
In the darkness, those demons may have seen the wizard's small movements, but they did not mean to stop him at all. Only a few scarlet eyes approached him again, staring greedily at the dead body under the wizard.
There were also many malicious eyes looking at the wizard holding the rune gun.
"Why? Of course it's to survive."
The old lich's voice sounded not far in front of Zheng Qing: "Because you are a lich... and I am also a lich. In this cold world, you and I have the same position, and staying together is the best choice.
"
"If you want to live, don't waste magic power like you are now... We are not them, we don't have sharp fangs and sharp claws, and we don't have stomachs rough enough to transform magma... Magic power and spells are our only weapons.
"
In the night, there were faint whispers from other demons, and their scarlet eyes flickered, wandering between Zheng Qing and the old lich, with a lot of malice in their eyes.
Zheng Qing could easily hear the meaning behind the old lich's words. It was easier for two lichs to survive in the dark prison than one lich. But he doubted whether the old lich was really of the same kind.
Or 'looking for allies', he said so much to himself. He must have other ideas in mind.
"This wolf is yours."
The wizard slowly stood up, took more than a dozen little mushrooms with him, and slowly backed away, leaving behind the dead wolf demon under him and the bloody corpse under the wolf demon whose face could not be seen clearly.
In place.
The blood dripped down the corners of his robe and fell among the gravel. In a blink of an eye, it seeped into the depths of the dry earth, leaving not even a shadow behind.
The slightly cold moonlight was like the wizard's shadow, retreating as he left.
When the last trace of white on the wolf demon's corpse disappeared, a silent command seemed to sound in the darkness, and dozens of scarlet dots rushed toward the two corpses. Immediately, a rustling sound rang out in the silence.
Although there was no smell of blood.
But Zheng Qing seemed to see through the thick night, the prisoners in the dark prison, pounced on the dead bodies, gnawing at every bit of flesh and bone they could grab, licking every drop of blood they could smell, and even contaminated
The blood and sand were also eaten into their stomachs without any waste.
Zheng Qing's eyes flickered as he landed on the glowing mushrooms at his feet. With a thought, he removed the magic links adorning the bodies of several of the mushrooms.
The state of these plants confirms the old lich's words to a certain extent.
After losing the support of Zheng Qing's magical power, a lot of the little mushrooms withered in a blink of an eye, leaving only a few of them, lingering under the shroud of the remaining moonlight.
Zheng Qing reached out and picked up a dead mushroom.
Sure enough, there was no trace of magic left in the shriveled mushroom. Just like what the old lich said, this damn world is absorbing the magic from life all the time, although the intensity of absorption is very small and the amount is very small.
, but if it continues, the consequences will be very terrible.
Because of this characteristic, the sustainability of 'That Moon is Feiwei' is greatly reduced.
Zheng Qing clearly remembered that after Jiang Yu used this spell, the sunlight spit out by the mushrooms would feed back to the little mushrooms, promote their growth, make them stronger, and spit out more sunlight - it was a virtuous cycle
.
And now.
The mushrooms cannot absorb much magic power from the ground, and the moonlight they spit out cannot effectively feed back to the little mushrooms, causing the cycle to be broken. Once they lose the support of the wizard's magic power, these light mushrooms will soon wither.
"See it!"
The old lich's voice suddenly appeared near Zheng Qing again. Perhaps because of the feast, his scarlet eyes became much calmer: "This world is greedily devouring the magic power in us all the time...
Why haven't you removed the magic from those lighting spells?"
"I have a lot of magic power," the wizard said vaguely, "It doesn't matter if I waste it."
"You don't believe me?" The old lich sneered, shaking his head repeatedly, his two scarlet eyes floating back and forth in the night, like two light bugs chasing and playing: "Save your magic power, it will be useful to me.
What’s the benefit?”
It allows you to eat flesh and blood rich in magic power, the wizard replied in his heart.
But on the surface, he still maintained enough respect for the old lich: "I'm just a little curious... The black prison is so big, you can't be the only senior, where have the other lichs gone..."
"Many," the old lich seemed to have known that Zheng Qing would ask this question for a long time, and he laughed strangely: "The powerful lichs have all joined the command of Lord Su Jiade, and the lichs with abundant magic power are also popular people around all the great demons...
Only a lich like me, who is extremely old and whose magic power is almost exhausted, can..."
"There's something wrong with you!"
The monster with the head of a tiger suddenly interrupted the conversation between the lichs, stretched its neck, sniffed, sniffed around, and looked at Zheng Qing suspiciously: "Don't move!"