In fact, this is an explosion trap, and any creature close to it will detonate the energy contained in it. Of course, now Diago can only inject the power of holy light into it, but this power is exactly the most powerful for the undead.

Diago did this to prevent the lich from playing hide-and-seek with them, and slipped back into the corridor they had inspected while they checked the next corridor. Otherwise, the fun would be great - they would not be able to compare with a lich in a catacomb to who is more familiar with the terrain here.

They were lucky this time, and this corridor leads to another underground hall. There are many coffins in this hall, which seem to be the place where the bodies that have been embezzled after being treated with antiseptic treatment.

However, at this moment, the coffin had been opened, and the corpses inside were there, and several people knew it. However, this saved several people the time to open the coffin and search the corpse. It is said that in Naxxarmas, the old nest of the undead natural disaster, many lichs like to hide in the coffin.

But after carefully checking all the coffins, everyone was disappointed - the lich was not here, it was like it evaporated out of thin air, disappearing without a trace.

"Did this guy really escape?" they couldn't help thinking in their hearts.

"I think there should be a road here." Just as everyone was a little depressed and was about to go back to check the last corridor, Masley suddenly said mysteriously.

Just in everyone's surprised eyes, he took the lead in walking to the side of the hall, which was a corner where the torch could not be illuminated. He walked into the shadow, as if he was walking straight into the wall.

Diago opened his mouth wide in surprise, because Masley was more like a time traveler who knew that he was not sure of telling others about his surprise. But one day he suddenly discovered that someone was surrounded by the same secret and was hiding better.

Diago followed the team forward in a mixed mood. This was a narrow passage of more than one person. There were no torches inserted on the stone wall, so it was a bit dark, but judging from the light at the end of the passage, it should be a small passage connecting the two halls that were previously for funeral workers.

But when we reached halfway through the passage, the big bear suddenly stopped and shook his head to observe around. This action made everyone nervous and they held the weapons in their hands tightly.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel something is wrong," Masley said hesitantly. He turned back into a human form and groped on the wall without any shape, as if he was groping for an invisible door.

Diago couldn't help but put on the spell energy goggles and looked around carefully, but found nothing.

"I have visited similar human tombs - you know, I have always wanted to be an archaeological master like Harrison Jones - in this position, there should be a door!" Masley said without looking back.

Samuel's face suddenly turned dark. In Azeroth, the one who could afford such a large tomb would definitely not be civilians, but only nobles and churches. I just don't know which type Masley was investigating.

Diago smiled at Samuel awkwardly. To be honest, the difference between archaeology and tomb robbing is sometimes really difficult to define.

"So that's it." Diago said to himself in his heart. He suddenly felt much more relaxed, a little thankful, but a little disappointed.

"It's right here, there is a door." Masley straightened his waist and said confidently. He gestured to the size of the door on the wall, then knocked on the stone wall, but there was a sound of knocking on the wood under his fist.

Obviously, this is a secret door that has been disguised by spells. The bad thing is that no one of them knows how to remove this illusion. But fortunately, the crude man has the benzene method.

"Do away." Diago whispered, his companion obeying.

Diago stood in front of the wall, staring at death, and then the next moment, gunfire roared like thunder, and shotguns bombarded the wall, splashing dust. However, when the smoke and dust dissipated, what appeared in front of them was a broken wooden door.

Through the big hole in the door, you can see that there is a bottomless staircase behind the door.

"He did not escape," said Monk Samuel with some excitement. Catching a lich would be a big event that could cause a stir for the entire kingdom. In his memory, this kind of thing never happened - they would be recorded in history because of it. "He is still here, just hiding in some place where no one knows!"

"No one knows?" Masley snorted and said mockingly, "but we will pull him out like taking a groundhog out of a hole."

They walked down the stone steps and Diago felt like he had entered a muddy sewer. Unlike the neat and solid stone walls above, the passage was obviously opened not long ago. The rough walls and ground were very wet and potholes. Monk Samuel in iron boots almost slipped several times.

He poured the power of holy light into a moon stone embedded in the thigh of the sword. Suddenly, a soft light emanated from the gem, illuminating the road ahead.

Their forward speed has been greatly accelerated.

The four walls of this tunnel are filled with not strong soil. Many places even need to be supported by wooden boards and stakes to prevent collapse. The road under your feet seems endless, extending to hell along the incline.

Diago couldn't help but shivered, as if he was frightened by this terrible thought of himself.

In this dark and depressing atmosphere, everyone became nervous, as if there was danger hidden behind the wet cave wall. Diago stared at death, guarding against every turn and every corner, in case of a fatal ambush behind it. Masley raised his claws from time to time and impatiently made scratches on the wall. Even the most silenced Samuel activated the halo of protection against the shadows again. The misty holy light shone out figures in the corridor. As they advanced, the shadows twisted wildly on the wall, looking like ghosts.

In this way, before exhausting all their patience, they finally reached the bottom level along this only passage, where the stairs no longer extend downwards, but lead straight to a room. Pale light shone out from the door, pulling out a long belt of light on the ground.

Looking in from the wide open door, you can see that there were some simple wooden furniture in the deep underground room, a bed, a wooden table, and a few chairs. It looked like the place where an ordinary person lived, and Diago immediately realized that this was Mobent Fer's last refuge.

In the middle of the house, the strange figure of the lich stood. It was a creature floating in the air, and its feet did not even land on the ground.

The group held weapons in their hands and stared at the guy nervously, paying attention to his every move. Even an ordinary person from Azeroth could recognize what this guy was - a lich.

It was a rotten and clean skeleton frame, but it was obviously twisted and not like a human bone. Its teeth and ten fingers had become hideous and sharp. Two huge sharp corners stretched forward from its cheeks, and ice-blue soul fire shining in its hollow eyes. Its upper body was only wearing a golden shoulder pad with many spikes and a crown of the same color, revealing its creepy ribs and spine. Below its waist was a gorgeous purple long skirt scattered into several strips, with many huge gems on it. A huge ring chain twisted and wrapped around it, wandering around like a poisonous snake.

"Hello, human, I have been waiting for you for a long time, and it has almost made me lose patience." The lich smiled sharply. Diago didn't know how this bone frame sounded, because as far as he knew, the lichs did not retain the vocal organs such as the vocal cords.

"Please allow me to introduce myself - the local bishop of the Curse Sect, Mobent Fer, to serve you." He bent over gracefully and said.
Chapter completed!