In the land of sleep, sleep is very important. If you can't sleep, you can only think about life in front of the endless tombstones.
"Don't you know that I suffer from neurasthenia, insomnia, and dreams? I finally fell asleep once, and I was woken up by you crying. I got up and was angry with you... Hey, who are you? Intruders?"
The Lich sat up in the overturned tombstone and cursed. After cursing, he finally saw Ange and others clearly. He immediately noticed their differences and showed an excited look on his face.
"Intruders, right? You are intruders, right? That's great!" The Lich jumped up in the tomb excitedly, screaming from 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, circles of tombstones opened one after another, either flip-top or sliding, and the undead skeletons and corpse witches popped out of them, spreading out like ripples.
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The place of sleep that was dead silent a second ago suddenly turned into a paradise for undead creatures. Countless undead creatures rushed over from all directions, rubbing their shoulders and waving their hands to knock bones one after another.
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Ange took a step forward, transformed, and roared.
The scream of Bone Rock's soul swept across all directions like a hurricane. The undead creatures in close proximity felt as if their souls were being sprayed by a magic hairdryer. Their entire souls were refreshed and almost blown away.
After the souls screamed, all the undead creatures froze on the spot and became silent.
One second, two seconds, three seconds passed. The undead creature came back to its senses and knelt down facing the purple-gold skeleton. The screams of its souls kept coming: "Locke! Locke! Locke!"
The lich who was awakened by Nigris was even more excited and trembling: "Lord Locke, Lord Locke! Is it Lord Locke? You are finally here, you are finally here to save us? You have not forgotten that we are poor and poor.
My wandering soul, do you still remember me? Do you still remember me?"
The Lich knelt on the ground and stretched his hands forward excitedly, as if he wanted to hug Ange's thighs.
A stunted embryonic dragon cut between the two of them, looked at the lich, and said thoughtfully: "I seem to remember you, aren't you that so-and-so?"
"Brass Dragon, you are so cheap, you are the God of Knowledge?!" the Lich shouted in shock.
Nigris vomited blood and roared in his heart: When did being mean become my characteristic? Do you know what being mean is? I will lock you up with lightning later so that you can experience it!
"I remembered, you are the night watchman with the black eye!" Nigris thought hard and finally remembered who this person was.
At the same time, when the transformation time came, Ange transformed from Bone Rock back to human appearance. The Lich looked at Ange blankly, his cloudy eyes extremely confused.
If Ange was alone, the Lich would wonder if he was dazzled or possessed by some illusion. However, adding the Brass Dragon and calling out his nickname made him suspicious.
What happened? Why did Lord Locke become like this?
"Lord God of Knowledge, my name is not Black Eyes. I am Night Watchman Ramo. Long time no see. Lord God of Knowledge, you..." Lich Ramo asked hesitantly.
"Indeed, where are the dark circles under your eyes? Why are they gone? I didn't recognize you for a while." Negris asked in surprise.
Ramo smiled bitterly: "Sir, I made the dark circles myself to commemorate the cause of my death - sudden death from insomnia. But now that I have slept for more than a thousand years, I feel that there should be no dark circles, so I
Not done anymore.”
"Pfft - no wonder you are so angry when you wake up. Will you also suffer from insomnia after you die?" Negris asked curiously.
"Of course it will, is it more serious? When I was alive, I had insomnia. I would faint if I couldn't help it. Now I can't. I toss and turn. If I can't fall asleep, I just can't fall asleep. There are so many messy thoughts in my soul that will pop up as soon as I calm down.
If I can't think it through completely, I will never fall asleep." La Mo said bitterly.
Nigris didn't know what to say. It was very easy for undead creatures to control their own souls. Only those who couldn't control their random thoughts could suffer from insomnia. He didn't expect such undead creatures to exist.
"It's really painful. I understand. What's going on here?" Nigris changed the subject.
"Sir, I also want to ask you what's going on. Why did the Palace of Rest suddenly disappear? Our souls can't sense His Majesty and Lord Locke. No one has come to us for so many years, and we can't leave here.
, what happened?" Ramo asked impatiently.
Seeing his dazed and confused look, Nigris thought, "Trouble, no one here knows what happened, right?"
"Where is Duroken? Is Duroken here?" Nigris asked quickly.
Ramo nodded: "Yes."
Nigris breathed a sigh of relief, that's good, as long as Duroken is still there, he will definitely know more information.
However, before it could get happy, Ramo added: "However, when Lord Duroken went out to explore whether there was a way to leave here, he was crushed by the lights outside, leaving only a life box."
"Pfft! Can't you say it all at once?" Nigris vomited blood and was surprised: "You can be resurrected as long as the phylactery is there. Where is he?"
Ramo shook his head: "He cannot be resurrected in the grave. Lord Duroken said that if he were to be resurrected, he would need to consume a lot of soul energy. This is a closed space. One will decline and the other will rise. Many souls will die by then.
So he will not be resurrected, but let us call him if we can leave."
Nigris nodded. He might not have understood this before, but since Ange brought the liquid of death breath into the Palace of Rest and allowed it to evaporate freely, the level of death breath in the Palace of Rest has reached saturation.
Since then, Nigris has realized that the breath of death is like air to living creatures. Without it, the souls of undead creatures will also wither.
If Duroken is resurrected, the limited breath of death here will be consumed, and the rest of the souls will gradually wither and die without the nourishment of the breath of death.
But now, Ange is here, and Duroken can be saved.
"Quickly, take me to his grave. By the way, where is Locke's grave?" Nigris said eagerly, and asked about the location of Locke's grave. Maybe he was still thinking about the matter of peeing at the grave.
"Sir, please go this way." Ramo made a gesture of invitation to Negris. When he turned to Ange, he knelt down directly: "Sir, please!"
The attitudes towards Brass Dragon and Bone Rock are completely different.
When Ramo led the way to the distance, Nigris asked: "I met an undead outside, and I got the coordinates here from him. I heard that he is such a night watchman, and has such a
Something?"
"There is a guy who hooked up with demons and sold his soul. Did he really run out? I thought he died in the void. Speaking of which, he ran out and lured you here, and actually did a good thing.
"That's great. I wanted to thank him and then kill him. He's lucky." Lamo said bitterly.
"..."
Just now, the undead creatures were crawling up all over the mountains and plains, which frightened Nigris. He didn't look carefully. Now as he walked along, he noticed one thing. Many graves were not opened. Even the grass on the graves was withered, and the nearby soil was withered.
Sparsely.
Negris pointed to the unopened tombs and asked: "What's going on with those tombs? Are they uninhabited?"
"Oh, they are probably some low-level undead creatures whose souls have dried up and died." Ramo said helplessly.
Nigris was shocked. He flapped his wings and flew higher, looking around and counting carefully.
It seems that the momentum is huge, but if you look carefully, the number of undead creatures that have risen is probably just over 20,000. There are millions of undead creatures sleeping in the Slumber Land. How come only these few have risen? Others
Are they all dead?
Ramo nodded, confirming Nigris's guess.
There are millions of undead creatures, but only a little over 20,000 are left? The situation here is worse than it imagined, and it is almost at the point of running out of fuel.
If we come here a few hundred years later, will the undead creatures here be like those in the Palace of Rest, with only a skeleton left?
Under the leadership of Ramo, Ange and his party came to a tomb.
Duroken is the king of alchemy. His tomb is not as fancy as his palace. It is just a simple flask shape, thin at the top and thick at the bottom.
"This is Lord Duroken's grave, but in this situation, if we can't resurrect him, we must not wake him up. By the way, Lord God of Knowledge, don't you know what preparations you have for coming this time?
Can you rescue us all?" Ramo asked tentatively.
Ramo's words have several meanings. One is to ask Nigris if there is a way to save them, and the other is to ask if there is a way to resurrect Duroken. If not, don't wake him up, otherwise Duroken will get angry when he wakes up.
Bigger than him.
Nigris spread his hands: "I don't know if I can rescue you all. I have to do some research. Wake him up first. Even if he is to be resurrected, he must cooperate. Otherwise, he will die.
Take the box out."
What Nigris said was not entirely true, but there was nothing that could be done about it. It had no soul connection with Duroken Lamo, so it couldn't say anything.
"I'll come." After saying that, it didn't wait for Lamo and flew to the tombstone by itself and started knocking: "Hey, hey, Du Luoken, are you at home? I am the God of Knowledge. I'm here to visit your grave. Hurry up.
stand up."
There was no response for a while, so Nigris knocked twice more, then turned back in confusion.
Ramo also had a puzzled look on his face. He ran over and knocked hard on the tombstone. There was no response after knocking twice. He jumped up in fright. Without saying a word, he started digging into Duroken's grave, and soon dug out a phylactery.
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The phylactery is an exquisite magic box, and what is inside is the Lich's heart. But when you open Duroken's box, you will find a heart that has shrunk into a small ball, and a bunch of things that should have been inlaid on the heart.
small parts, but they have fallen apart at this time.
Ramo's face was ashen, and he said with a mournful face: "Master Du...Du Luoken, is dead."
Nigris had a ridiculous and unreal feeling. The majestic alchemy lich Duroken was actually dead? Are you kidding me?
Although the situation in the Land of Sleep is very bad, there are at least more than 20,000 undead creatures surviving. As the Lich King, Duroken has the toughest soul among these undead creatures. In theory, he should be stronger than all the undead creatures.
The soul lives a long time and cannot die so early.
Even if the oil is really exhausted, as long as you work hard and plunder the soul energy of other undead creatures, you can still persevere until the end.
You don't even need to be cruel, because most of the more than 20,000 undead creatures have no consciousness and intelligence, and robbing their souls is no different than picking a few cabbage.
However, Duroken did not, and instead allowed himself to die. This was simply inexplicable. Could it be that he suffered some serious injury?
"Show me." Nigris motioned to Ramo to give him the phylactery.
Ramo handed it to him. Negris studied it for a while, but couldn't figure out anything. He handed it to Ange and then asked Ramo: "Did he leave any relics? Where are his last words?"
Ramo was about to burst into tears: "I just now know that the master has passed away. He didn't give any last words. The relics are all here. How about we dig them up and take a look?"
What a good idea. Nigris immediately called the little zombie and started digging up Duroken's grave.
Ramo was surprised when he saw the little zombie with two hoes in his gloves and a dog-pawing, because few lichs could be as nimble and move so fast as the little zombie.
"Oh my god, how did he do it? How come his joints are so flexible?" Rameau gestured at his stiff joints and said in surprise.
Zombies, zombies, how can they be called zombies if their movements are not stiff? Liches are just intelligent zombies, and their movements are not very flexible.
"Haha, I'll tell you later." Nigris laughed mischievously. When the facial cleansing technique shining with holy light was applied to his body, he wondered if Ramo would jump up in fright.
It's a pity that when Duroken's grave was dug up, there were no last words or relics. This is normal. The precious things must have been placed in the palace. Who would put them in the grave?
Nigris was extremely disappointed. He originally thought that if he could find Duroken, he would have a chance to know where the king had gone. Unexpectedly, Duroken died without leaving any last words. Only a phylactery was left.
I can’t speak, what should I do?
Looking back, Ange was still holding the life box and looking at it.
Negris asked: "Did you find anything? Is there any residual consciousness?"
Ange shook his head.
"Then why are you still holding it? Put it down and bury it again later. This time it will really turn into a grave." Nigris sighed.
Ange tilted his head and said hesitantly: "The Lich's heart is dry, can I use it to resurrect him?"
While talking, Ange took out a bottle of concentrated holy insect ash liquid.