The hall was empty. Many things were covered with dust. There were some books piled up in the corners of the walls, but they were all moldy and the out-of-line paper pages were scattered all over the ground. Some shriveled internal organs, broken limbs and some scattered fragments of bones were thrown on the ground. It seemed that this lich was lazy and did not like to clean his residence, which turned out to be a mess.

In front of them was a stone platform, with many fragments of things on it, such as unknown skulls, broken fingers, air-dried bat corpses, and some sutures, pliers, scalpels and other tools. But the most eye-catching thing was the circular sphere in the center of the table.

It was a huge crystal ball placed on the base of the Magic Shrimp Silver, to be precise, a crystal ball that was about to collapse. The crystal ball was covered with dense cracks, and it was not split in half. It was just because of the limited inward restraint provided by the base, but the depth of the crystal ball sitting into the circular base was very shallow. Perhaps with a light touch, it could be scattered into pieces.

Diago understood what was happening when he saw this cracked crystal ball at the first glance.

Yes, magic backfire.

It can be seen from the existing signs that Mobent Fair, the former necromancer, has not been transformed into a lich for a long time, and is obviously not so skillful in controlling so many immortal monsters. He has to use this crystal ball to cast spells. In a sense, this crystal ball is like an amplifier that can amplify his abilities.

There are both advantages and disadvantages in doing so. The advantage is that he can control the number of monsters far exceeding his own ability limit through the crystal ball, but at the same time, in order to convey power, the crystal ball is connected to the space displayed on a certain level. Diago's holy light energy storm filled the power of the holy light in the space where he is. This crystal ball cannot withstand the torrent of holy light transmitted from that space, which finally led to collapse.

This magic backlash obviously caused serious damage to the Lich. If it weren't for his conversion of his flesh to a bone frame, then Diago and the others would definitely see the blood he vomited from everywhere around the stone platform.

In this way, the sudden loss of control of the undead creature before was reasonable. The damage suffered by the lich had exceeded his limit and he could not hold on.

Of course, all this was Diago's guess, and he didn't dare to be 100% sure that the truth of the matter was like this. Maybe this was a trap? But Diago thought again, if this lich had the strength, it would be better to kill them directly. What should I do if I had this trouble? Diago racked his brains to guess the profound meaning of the scene in front of me, because he firmly believed that it would not be too cautious when facing a lich, but it has to be said that this time, he was really too complicated to think and was taken into the ditch.

Just as Diago was thinking about it, Masley walked up curiously and touched the cracked crystal ball with his claws. The moment his claws touched the crystal ball, the ball shattered and shattered, and the fragments hit the stone platform, making a jingle sound, and it spread far away in the quiet underground hall.

Diago was startled, and he turned around and saw the night elves spreading their two bear paws with innocent faces on their faces.

"Hey, man, be careful!" he said reproachfully, "Do we have less trouble?"

"Aren't we just here to make trouble?" Masley muttered in a low voice, but unfortunately Diago heard it.

"Will this lich have another nest? Somewhere to hide?" Before Diago was angry, Samuel brought the topic back to the topic. When Diago was observing the surroundings, the paladin quietly blinked at the big bear, and the latter smiled with a surprised smile. He never knew that this old monk, who was always serious, had such a cute side.

Diago looked at the well-connected passages around him and didn't know where to go. To be honest, from the abandoned mine, he had already discovered that this world was very different from the memories of his previous life. Blindly following those memories from the past may not necessarily bring good things.

"Renier said there was no other outlet here, but I was not sure, because no one knew if the Curse Sect had transformed it." He said vaguely. He lowered his head, checked it carefully in the hall, and then spread his hands open, "I can't find any valuable clues."

In fact, this was the first time his tracking technique had completely failed - it was full of pus, bone fragments, rag heads and other things. It was difficult for him to tell who that piece had once belonged to. The laziness of this lich had helped him unintentionally. It seemed that being too diligent might not be a good thing.

"Are we looking for it separately?" Masley suggested, but the proposal was immediately rejected by Monk Samuel.

"We'd better stay together, because dispersing will only give the lich a chance to break each other. Maybe that guy is waiting for us to do this now."

"Okay, let's check these channels one by one." Diago had to take this stupid method, but a stupid method that can solve the problem is also a trick, right?

The first thing they checked was the corridor on the left side of the hall. The corridor was not long, only more than 30 meters, and there were some rooms on both sides, similar to dormitories, because there were only one bed and a stool in these small rooms. Lichs did not need to sleep, and these beds were obviously prepared for living people. Diago roughly counted the number of beds, compared it with the number of necromancers they killed in his heart, and found that one more was found.

This discovery made Diago feel a little heavy. Will this fish that escaped the net hide there? It was really hard for him to imagine that when they fought with the lich, a terrifying scene suddenly popped up with a necromancer. This scene made him unable to help but sweat in white hair, and his whole back was soaked in cold water.

"Be careful behind it." He said to Guan Haifa in the consciousness connection. The big cat lurked in the shadows and has not yet revealed his body, but the feedback from consciousness made him feel a little more at ease.

They returned from the original path of this passage and walked towards the corridor in the middle. At the exit of the corridor, Diago threw a piece of green stone ore on the ground indifferently. The grade of this ore is very low. Even if it is cut by craftsmen, it cannot produce gem-grade green stone. However, the pine-shaped stone skin on its surface is very disguised. No one would notice anything unusual about such an inconspicuous small stone.
Chapter completed!