This is a tightly sealed underground hall, and the large hole in the corner that is still emitting smoke and dust proves that the undead are very violent and can enter uninvited.
Standing with the undead, looking down at the obsidian coffin in the middle of the hall, inlaid with countless jewels and engraved with complex magic circles, the expression on Mirimu's transparent dragon face was serious and filled with hatred.
"Miremu." "Xueyunfeng" standing aside asked cheerfully, "Do you still want to remember your own life? Or? Are you thinking about the great mage Thors who died very creatively?
But the top has already started to collapse! I’m afraid it’s too late, or should we start?”
The ghost dragon froze, and his tone was even more indescribably stiff: "Don't talk nonsense! I...just...take a look, you guys, start quickly!"
The ghost dragon left helplessly from the coffin: Staying with the undead, feeling sad for spring and autumn is really the most useless emotion, and can always be replaced by laughter and laughter.
While she was in a daze, the undead had already been prepared. Mirimu turned around and looked around the hall, and asked hesitantly: "What do you want me to do?"
"Have you collected all your things?" the 'Old Sanda King' said in a serious tone, "I guess there is no room for you to come back and dig in the future."
Mirimu shook her head: "I have a small dimensional space, although when I was in Candlekeep, I could only throw things in, but not take them out.
But for me, this is just right... I won’t use anything I have for guys like Candlekeep!”
"The dragon's treasure house... I understand." The 'Old Sanda King' said with emotion, "Isn't that a place that has always been accessible and inaccessible?"
The ghost dragon, who already knew that she had a white dragon companion, lightly reminded: "The white dragon may be like this, but the silver dragon is not.
We still like to exchange things with friends, unlike Bailong, who only likes to do business without capital."
The 'Old Sanda King' spread his hands: "Aglaia also has Golden Dragon and Mercury Dragon. I don't think there is any difference."
"Our attributes are very different!" Mirimu emphasized seriously.
"Stop talking about useless things like that!" 'Xueyunfeng' shouted, "Aren't you just reluctant to part with a gold coin, and look down on people who are stingy even for a copper plate?
Quickly ask Edna where they are? Is it safe enough on the other side of the cliff?
Don’t trick our own people!”
"Nanfeng said that Nasr has detected the foothold on the cliff. Unless we can completely blow up the place, we should not be able to affect it!
Even if there’s a bit of rockfall or something, it’ll be okay, Elvia is over there anyway.” The ‘Old Sanda King’ answered loudly.
Mirimu walked to the side and lay down unhappily, muttering: "There is a big difference between gold coins and copper coins!"
"The people above said that in five minutes at most, the collapse will be underground." An undead shouted.
"Have those black-haired girls escaped?" 'Xueyunfeng' frowned and shouted, "Are they the last people in Candlekeep?"
"Um..." an undead said a little embarrassed, "They ran from the front and stopped on the road... That side should also be within the influence of the magic circle of Candle Keep, right?"
"Then ignore him." 'Xueyunfeng' lowered his head and said, "It must have started from the inside. They can see it, and the worst they can do is jump into the sea!"
"Jason and the Cyric follower didn't see it," another undead said.
"Then don't worry about it." 'Xueyunfeng' said with a smile, "These are people who run fast enough and will not wander to their own death.
Especially Jason, maybe I can help him change his face!"
"Are you talking about the swordsman holding the Crown of Horns? If he dies, he probably won't be able to be resurrected." Mirimu lazily interjected, "He has the mark of the God of Death on his body.
It is estimated that they cannot be resurrected in a place where their souls remain like normal undead souls.
I don’t know how he offended Kelemvor... That mark was only marked by the God of Death on the most evil people in the past, allowing the Lord of Death to arrive at the moment when his soul leaves the body.
Although we can't see it, Kelemvor might be waiting for him to die with his scythe on his shoulder!"
'Xueyunfeng' laughed twice, and then said cheerfully: "The girl who uses her face to deceive others will definitely be punished!"
Mirimu was stunned: "Face? Kelanwo?"
"Ahhh!" the 'Old Sanda King' shouted frantically, "What are you talking about! Hurry up! It's about to collapse here!"
The undead looked up at the tops of their heads that had begun to shake and break, and stood up with smiles. They all held a strange machine connected to a long wire in their hands.
‘Xue Yunfeng’ turned around and said: “Mi Ruimu, you are definitely going to die again.
Let me say goodbye first...well...hope to see you again soon.
Then come here and hug this coffin!"
Mirimu quickly followed the instructions.
‘Xueyunfeng’ took out the shiny mithril ball and placed it on the obsidian coffin. Then he held the tablet with one hand and pressed the mithril ball with the other hand and began to count down.
"Okay, prepare the outer ring clockwise! Open 3, 2, 1, 0!"
‘Boom!’ At the same time as the crack above the head exploded, a ball of flame exploded from the top of the coffin... intertwined with a ball of silver light.
"Okay! 1 o'clock!"
As he shouted, the outermost edge of the hall began to explode into pieces bit by bit... The undead standing in the inner circle remained motionless, even though the burst of flames was only half a meter away from them.
But at this distance of half a meter, not a single crackling flame harmed the inner circle... Archmage Thors was able to trap the ancient silver dragon into what it was now, and he was indeed very skillful.
"Start preparing for the counterclockwise rotation of the inner circle, starting at 11 o'clock! Old age, it all depends on you!" 'Xueyunfeng' stared at his tablet and muttered, "3, 2, 1, explode!"
This time, the flames exploded only 1 meter away from the coffin.
The face of 'Xue Yunfeng' was clearly extinguished in the blazing flames on the left side. As he gave the order, the fire grew bigger and bigger, almost burning his white robe.
He turned his head and glanced at the 'Cunlu' standing at 1 o'clock and the 'Perfect Bald Head' standing at 0 o'clock on the top of the coffin, and quickly shouted: "Finally! Explode!"
‘Cunxu’ and ‘Perfect Baldhead’ pressed the openers in their hands at the same time without blinking.
"No!" A roar came from down the hall.
Mirimu suddenly raised his head, and slapped the starter that had been placed in front of the coffin with a claw that had been prepared for a long time, and bit hard at the 'Xueyunfeng' put with his wide-open mouth.
Mithril ball on coffin.
His body pressed firmly against the obsidian coffin...the lid of the coffin only shook for a moment, welcoming the final outcome.
'Boom! Bang bang!' 'Xueyunfeng''s smiling face flashed on the giant screen, and a magic arrow penetrated his chest, and then quickly disappeared into nothingness... although it was hanging far away.
, but the live broadcaster still exploded.
"Thors is indeed not dead!" Lansander spread his wings and stretched, "Ah, no, you can't say that, but... Thors has indeed turned into a lich!
Let me just say, it’s not like a neutral archmage has no money, so how can he meet death so easily?
He probably changed himself into a magical body, so he used his unused aging body to trick the silver dragon.
Tsk tsk!
Master...how many good people are there?
No wonder no archmage is willing to help Mirimu escape. They must have guessed long ago that it is impossible to offend a lich for a silver dragon.
Tsk tsk, no wonder Mirimu can’t even escape death!
How can you still play like this? How did you come up with it...it’s such a trap!”
Hill asked a little confused: "If he is not really dead, shouldn't the soul contract be terminated according to the agreed time?"
"No..." Selune said in a weird tone, "The undead are actually another kind of creature, and no one recognizes them as the original souls.
According to Toriel, it is another kind of creature with past memories and abilities, and it is not even responsible for the debts incurred when it was a living person!"
Hill twitched the corner of his mouth, how can the debt settlement be used in this damn place?
"Have all the undead returned to Aglaia?" Lansander asked curiously, "Can you ask them how they know so much?
I was dazzled by the magic circle in Candlekeep, and it's not that easy to solve.
Although they are not afraid of death and dare to die together, they came up with a solution so quickly..."
"Did you forget something?" Selune said lightly, "Although Corellon doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, he must be very willing to solve problems for his people."
Hill laughed... Corellon also has a magic priesthood! Moreover, he also knows a lot about magic circles and the creation of strange objects.
Everyone among the undead is accustomed to carrying explosives with them when traveling.
For the Toril people, the most terrifying thing is probably this method of removing magic that costs a lot of money... but for the undead, it is the easiest to do.
If he were dealing with others, Corellon might still avoid suspicion... But those prophecy mages like Candlekeep who had made fortunes during the Disaster of Dawn and dug up countless ancient elven city ruins were not within the scope of avoiding suspicion.
For Corellon, these prophecy mages who make a living by digging up elven ruins disgust him, but not to the extent that he wants to kill them.
So I had no choice but not to see them.
But if he had the opportunity to feel disgusted, he would not fail to take action.
He glanced at Lansander. The huge golden peacock seemed to understand what was going on, and moved its paws slightly.
Shar suddenly heard something: "Did the undead put too much explosives?"
At this time, screams came from the giant screen: "Snow Old Dog! You bastard! How much explosives did you put in!"
Amidst the continuous explosions, huge cracks suddenly appeared on the mountain peak where Candle Keep is located, and the straight cliff also showed signs of fracture, and began to slowly tilt towards the sea.
Alvia's huge wings flew across the giant screen... Edna turned her head on her back and looked at the camera, her long brown hair fluttering in the wind, her smile beautiful and bright.
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