After the holy sword is broken

It was already midnight when I came out of the cave.

The double moon followed the trajectory and began to fall from the highest point.

The distance between the two mountains is not too close. Even if you have a magic item that allows you to walk through the mountains, you can walk in a straight line, and it will take a long time.

After leaving the first mountain range, Burgess directly tore open a magic scroll. Relying on the short-distance effect of [shrinking the ground into an inch], the two arrived at the target mountain range before dawn.

At this moment, they walked through the mountain again.

"When you are [-] feet away from the target, remember to remind me that we have to get out of the mountain first and approach him on foot, otherwise the Lich will notice abnormal magic fluctuations."

Burgess said to Alger while walking.

There was a bit of panting during the speech, the executor's pace was too fast, he often needed to trot a few steps to catch up.

Argel paused when he heard that, with a strange expression on his face: "You should have reminded me earlier."

"what happened?"

"According to estimates, we are probably less than 120 feet away from the Lich."

"..."

"It doesn't matter, we can directly omit the steps of approaching cautiously and rush in to solve the problem."

Alger comforted him.

"...It sounds really rough." Burgess raised his eyebrows, and added: "That's a lich."

"I know."

So, when a group of dark mages drew up the magic circle, set up a protective barrier, drove the panicked sacrifices to the center of the circle, and added a sleeping technique, they made all the preparations accurate to the slightest, and strictly followed the astrology. As a result, the time was pinched, and only when the sacrificial ceremony was started——

Suddenly, two strangers appeared in the center of the magic circle.

Later, they realized that the barrier they had just set up had been breached inexplicably.

what's the situation? !

There was a commotion among the dark mages, and the leader hoarsely said with his broken voice: "Who ordered you to come here?"

The silver-haired stranger raised the epee in his hand.

"It's the gods, it's fate."

This is probably the most relaxing time of the night.

There are no headache-inducing mysteries, and there is no need to rush on the road non-stop. Burgess just needs to stand quietly and watch Alger unilaterally crush and capture those dark mages with ease.

At most, pass him a chain and a shackle.The enchantment of sealing demons can effectively curb their power.

He didn't carry many of these things—nonsense, which normal blacksmith would carry so many strange props with him?

Therefore, after handing it over, it was changed to a sealed or bound magic scroll.

"Wouldn't it be too wasteful to use the scroll in this kind of place?" Alger asked.

He wanted to say it when he used the [Shrink the Ground to an Inch] scroll before, but at that time the situation was urgent, and using the scroll was not too much.

It's different now.

Magic scrolls are things that can be used to save lives at critical moments.Its effect may not be as good as magic of the same level, but it can be cast instantly, and it does not need to occupy the spell slot of a mage, and ordinary people can also use it.

Likewise, it is very difficult to obtain.

"Really?" Burgess tilted his head: "Then I'll find out if there is a substitute."

Curses and poison|drugs fly, insects and snakes dance with the undead, and skeleton soldiers besiege them with bone knives, but they can't do anything to their enemies.

Burgess used to only know that Alger was very strong, but he never had a benchmark to confirm how strong he was.

He has never seen any enemy reach his bottom line. Chimera has become a forging material, and the dark mage with outstanding combat power among magicians of the same level has become a prisoner.

The only time he lost was when he intentionally released water.

Thinking of this incident, Burgess felt a little uncomfortable.

Why are you being so generous to her?

"Master will not let you go!"

The last standing dark mage was also thrown into the corner, tied with the cursed wizard who fell first, and while struggling, he angrily uttered harsh words at the uninvited guest.

"So, where is your master?" Alger asked while holding his sword.

The dark mages looked around, but didn't say anything.

"Then I'll look for it myself. He hasn't been resurrected yet. Is the phylactery here?"

After Alger finished speaking, he didn't care about the reactions of those dark mages, and started searching around by himself.

The Lich's phylactery may not be a box, it may be a ring, or a scroll, or even a bone, a coin, or a stone.

As the most important thing of a lich, it is often heavily protected. A powerful lich will also use special spells to split the phylactery into several and store them separately. As long as these phylacteries are not completely destroyed, the lich will Cannot be killed.

"You want to resurrect him. In order to ensure the effectiveness of the sacrificial ceremony, the place where the phylactery is stored will not be too far from here. Or, after the lich dies, what remains is not the phylactery at all, otherwise his rebirth will not be so troublesome. "

"you guessed wrong."

The gloomy and hoarse words that were not human-like came from Burgess' side.

The blacksmith frowned and took a step back. Thin smoke rose from nowhere, staggeringly putting together a shadow that resembled a human.

Alger narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while: "Gem? No idea."

Below the thin smoke is a dark red gem embedded in the magic circle, with spider web-like cracks on it, as if it is about to shatter.

That is the phylactery of the lich.

"It's actually you..." The first sentence after the smoke appeared, was not the topic before the promise.

Its voice was still gloomy, low and hoarse, and it was impossible to distinguish any emotion from it.

"you know me?"

"Hehehehe, of course I know you, the source of my misfortune..."

Burgess suddenly cleared his throat, and for a moment, all eyes in the cave turned to him.

He coughed again: "I'm sorry for interrupting your conversation, I didn't mean it.

"But... can you please find something to moisten your throat first? Listening to your voice, I always feel as if... facing a patient with a bad cold, it is very uncomfortable. Do you understand?"

There was an eerie silence in the cave.

"Of course, if you are unwilling, or really like this kind of voice, you can ignore my suggestion."

The lich in the form of smoke snorted coldly, insisted on resuming the broken aura, and continued to say to Alger: "If you are made into my corpse..."

There was another ugly low laugh.

It has to be said that this is a bad habit inherited from the previous black shadow, but the actual expressions of the two are not exactly the same.

The shadow's laughter became sharper, like a stone passing through glass.And the Lich's laughter was low and muddy, like the sound caused by the vibration of the chest cavity-even though he does not have the so-called chest cavity now.

"If I turn you into my wight," the lich's tone rose unconsciously, as if he was extremely happy: "Damn Alex will definitely go crazy."

"I'm so confident." An unfamiliar voice said.

"Who is Alex?" Alger asked, and the strange voice sounded at the same time.

Alger turned his head slightly to ensure that the situation on both sides could be seen: "Who is your Excellency?"

"It's up to me to ask you this." More than one person came. The leader was wearing a robe with a calm demeanor. He was the one who said the words just now.

"Your Excellency suddenly appeared in the jurisdiction of the 'Breaking Dawn' sect and intervened in the incident we are investigating. Shouldn't you report yourself to prove your position?"

Alger frowned when he heard this, feeling a little headache.

Indeed, the site of the 'Secret Key of the Holy Gate' has already been released here.

Illegal crossing the border was caught...

"I am the third executor of the 'Poetry of Truth' sect..."

He suddenly turned sideways to avoid a magical attack carrying a breath of death.

The tone became urgent: "Let's work together to solve the immediate matter first, and the identity issue can be postponed."

"Ah... that's fine too."

The sorcerer who is said to belong to Daybreak and Chenxi responded with a slow tone of voice, and a roll of parchment flew out of the wide sleeve of the black sorcerer's robe, and slowly unfolded in the air.

A vast star map is drawn on it.

The stars on the screen lit up one after another, and the phantoms came out of the parchment and floated above everyone's heads.

The people present felt—the surroundings became darker.

Also brightened.

This is a wonderful contrast, like falling into a deeper and darker night sky, but the stars around are brighter and more dazzling.

The virtual stars rotate slowly along their respective trajectories, and the adjacent stars influence each other, linking up constellations, and the fantastic power fluctuations spread throughout the cave.

"Starry Night Observer." Alger murmured.

"What?" Burgess approached him and asked softly.

"That's his title."

"Famous?"

Before Alger could answer, the mage standing in the center of the virtual starry sky answered first: "It's not that well-known, it's far from being comparable to you.

"It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Burgess."

The mage bowed his head and saluted in this direction.

A lich who was so down and so embarrassed that his phylactery was almost broken, and was sealed heavily, even if he was once powerful, he could not escape the encirclement of the Silver Blade and the Starry Night Observer.

"It's enough to suppress him back." The mage who controlled the power of the stars cut his hair, and the fight just now made his appearance slightly disorganized: "We need to take him back for interrogation.

"Everything here will be taken over by 'Breaking Dawn', you should have no objection."

Alger shook his head: "It should be so."

The mage nodded, with the elegance and arrogance unique to the mage: "I have a general understanding of the situation."

"I'm giving you trouble."

"No, it's actually saved us a lot of trouble, these dark mages—" He pointed to the crooked people lying on the ground. They were being recorded information and confiscated magic items by the entourage from the Daybreak Dawn Sect.

"Still tricky."

The mage folded his hands and put them in front of him, with a very dignified movement: "But the rules are rules after all, I will report the matter to the superiors of the church, and then they will contact the 'Poetry of Truth'.

"Cross-border tracking, under the premise of tight time, it is normal to forget to communicate with the forces stationed there. Since no damage has been caused, it is not a big mistake. Good luck."

Alger smiled bitterly: "Thank you."

Hope it's not too harsh.

On the other side, in the center of the magic circle, the children who were living sacrifices also woke up slowly, looking around in a daze and panic.

"what--"

The sharp scream echoed in the empty cave, attracting everyone's attention.

A child who just woke up pointed at Alger, his face was pale, his expression was ferocious, and he was hysterical: "Demon, devil! Devil!!!"

Alger froze suddenly when he heard these words.

It's really... It's been a long time since I heard such a word.