"We killed the high priest, but the high priest is not dead yet."
After hearing Lester's words, Lorraine couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and he was puzzled: this seemed to be a bit convoluted. For a moment, he even suspected that Lester had met the famous writer, or at least had read that article.
The famous "Some People" has become a primary school compulsory education textbook.
Lorraine asked with concern: "Is he dead or not?"
At this time, Lester let out a long sigh, with an unwilling expression on his face, and then said: "The thing is like this..."
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When the high priest stepped out of the teleportation array and saw the scene in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
What appeared in front of him was not the ever-eerie and thick gray fog that could not be dissolved in the Island of the Dead, nor was it the rotten earth under his feet, but a green mountain forest dotted with blue-gray rocks, surrounded by
The turquoise sea is surrounded by a circle of silver-white sandy beaches.
This is an island isolated offshore.
The high priest himself could not tell where the island might be located.
Opposite him, there were as many as thirty or forty old men with white beards and wrinkled faces. Some of them were so old that they could hardly walk and seemed to be able to knock them down with a finger.
But it was them who made the high priest narrow his eyes slightly and reveal a cautious expression on his face.
Each of these old men was either wearing the black robe of a magician, or the red robe of a red archbishop, or they were ascetics wearing simple linen clothes with a crown of thorns on their heads.
The surging mana and holy power emanated from their bodies as if they had substance. They even distorted the light around them like air waves.
The magician's staff was flashing with dazzling light. It was obvious that they were all ready to attack.
Behind them were several slender and handsome elf archers.
It can be seen from the feather decorations on their hats that these elf archers are all the most elite elite rangers.
The arrows of several people were shining with different lights, showing that they were powerful magic archers among the rangers, and dealing with mages was their specialty.
In addition, there are three knights holding long swords, thick shields, and wearing heavy armor. There is a layer of light flickering on their plain armor, and there are strong fluctuations of holy power.
The sturdy helmets obscured their faces. Although they did not reveal their strength, just by looking at the bloody cloaks on their bodies, you can tell that these are definitely the highest level champion knights. Their martial arts are so powerful that they should be the best on the mainland.
A famous and strong man.
At this moment, facing the most powerful man under the starry sky, they all looked at him coldly with lewd smiles on their faces. Just like a group of perverts staring at Little Red Riding Hood.
This is by far the most luxurious and most powerful dungeon team on the continent. It has gathered almost all the powerful people on the continent.
And the combination is reasonable, with melee, mid-range and long-range all available. In front of them, even the dragons will retreat.
They gathered here to kill the number one enemy in the human world, the powerful undead high priest Kalimdor and Pyotrlis who are the closest to gods and demons in the world.
Facing the luxurious lineup with two thousand years of history, the high priest just lost his mind for a moment, and then said calmly: "You betrayed me~!"
Although he did not look back, behind him, all the lichs moved out of the way, and then cast their eyes on a lich behind him.
The high priest ordered the lich to set up this teleportation array. If anyone could tamper with it, it was only him.
The lich was stunned for a moment, and looked around doubtfully. Then he suddenly understood, and his eyes suddenly flashed with green light in fear.
He suddenly fell to his knees and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, no, it's not me.
I am not a traitor. When I set the coordinates of the teleportation array, it was Goodman who came over to help me..."
At this point, he suddenly realized something. He pointed at a lich next to him and said with an angry trembling: "It's you, you are the one who did it. You are the traitor of mankind..."
The lich's eyes suddenly erupted with green fire, and he pointed at him and shouted sternly: "Sendos, don't sneer at others. I was helping you set up the teleportation array, which was good, but something happened later, so I put this matter aside.
Handed it to Ross."
As he spoke, he turned to look at the other lich next to him.
The rest of the people also turned their heads.
Under the gaze of everyone, the lich's eyes also flickered with light, and then he said slowly: "Sendos, don't quibble. You are responsible for setting up the teleportation array. I am just delivering the materials to you. Apart from you, there is no one else here.
Who else can do anything?"
Everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to Sendos kneeling on the ground again.
Sendos looked around at the crowd and saw everyone looking at him in surprise. He became desperate for a moment and shouted in a hissing voice: "No, I'm not. I'm really not a traitor. Your Majesty, you have to believe me.
I have followed you for six hundred years..."
All the lichs looked at each other in disbelief, and all turned their attention to the high priest not far away, hoping that His Majesty would be as wise as the legend, and nothing could escape his wisdom, and he would find the traitor among them.
At the same time, seeds of doubt were also taking root and sprouting in their hearts. The traitors were among them, and the teleportation array was always underground. Within a few days, anyone would have the opportunity to secretly make changes.
Although they faced powerful enemies, they unknowingly distanced themselves from each other to prevent someone next to them from being a traitor and then suddenly getting angry and hurting themselves.
The high priest couldn't help but snorted coldly, obviously not believing in Sendos either.
At this moment, Sandos gritted his teeth, took out a dagger, and waved his hand.
Just hearing a 'whoosh' sound, the dagger suddenly burst into blue-white flames.
Everyone couldn't help being surprised, this was actually a magic dagger. Then they all took a few steps back and made a defensive posture.
Lich Goodman even shouted loudly and said: "Sendos, in front of Lord God, you actually dare to raise a knife. What do you want to do?"
The flaming dagger is not just sharp. Once it penetrates the body, the corrosive mana will inevitably pierce the phylactery in their bodies, burning out their life essence, causing them to truly die.
Next to him, Rosted also shouted loudly: "Sendos, you said you are not a traitor, but you secretly hide prohibited weapons such as flaming daggers with evil intentions and want to murder your companions.
Now the evidence is irrefutable. What else do you have to say?"
Sendos gritted his teeth, raised the dagger high, and shouted in despair: "Lord God, I am really not a traitor. I am willing to die to prove my will, but please be careful behind you."
As he spoke, he swung the dagger hard and stabbed his own chest.
The sharp dagger pierced the lich's shriveled skin and bones, then touched the phylactery hidden deep inside the body, and then plunged deeply into it.
The essence of life flowed out instantly. Then it was ignited by the pale white flames on the dagger. When the liquid life force encountered the flame, it suddenly burned like gasoline.
In the blink of an eye, Sendos was shaking and burning like a human-shaped torch. The bluish-white flames rushed into the air several meters high, and within ten seconds, his entire body was reduced to a ball of gray powder and ashes.
During the entire process, the high priest watched with cold eyes and did not take any action or dissuade.
All the lichs couldn't help but look at each other, and they all felt frightened.
In order to prove that he was not a traitor, Sendos did not hesitate to die to prove his ambition, but the high priest did not even show the slightest expression, just like looking at an ant, without even frowning.
Although everyone admits that the great high priest is as high as a god, and it is he who bestows immortality on the lich, but such a reward for loyalty is a bit chilling.
And more importantly, Sundos died to prove that he was not a traitor. So who is this traitor?
He must still be in the crowd, if a fight breaks out and the traitor suddenly comes at him from behind... hiss...
Since Sundos can hide a forbidden weapon that can ignite souls, the traitor must also hide a weapon, maybe even more powerful.
That situation, just thinking about it, already makes people feel cold on the back of their necks.
As a lich, being with the darkness and the spirit of death is a symbol of cruelty and cruelty, but in fact, they are all afraid of death.
Because if you are not afraid of death, you will not turn yourself into this ghostly appearance that is neither human nor ghost.
The more scared they were, the more carefully they paid attention to the people around them, and unknowingly, the distance between them widened a lot.
A lich finally couldn't hold it any longer, took a step forward, gritted his teeth and said to the great wizard Lester opposite: "Tell me, who is your traitor?"
Looking at the lich, everyone present could not help but be stunned: Not only did the lich's body rot, but its IQ was also ruined? Isn't this a complete idiot? How could the other party follow the highest level of secrets like a traitor?
Just say it casually.
But the white-haired red archbishop opposite him smiled and said solemnly: "Okay, I'll tell you."
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned again: Could it be that the other party is also stupid?
Then he saw the red archbishop pointing at the lich and shouting loudly: "The traitor is you~!"
The Lich was immediately frightened, took more than ten steps back, and shouted in panic: "You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense. We will not believe what you say."
But the red archbishop laughed and ignored him. Then he pointed at another person next to him and said, "The traitor is you."
The lich was immediately frightened and took a dozen steps back, denying it repeatedly.
The red archbishop burst out laughing proudly, teasing the lichs, pointing randomly at the lichs across from him, and said: "It's you, it's you, it's you..."
The lichs were all frightened and backed away, racing to avoid them.
The high priest shouted coldly: "That's enough~!"
Then he took a step forward and stood in front of the lichs.
Although his figure was not majestic, he was like a mountain at this time, exuding a powerful aura. Like a dark cloud, it made everyone's hearts feel heavy.
The knights in the front row couldn't help but raise their weapons and shields and assume a fighting stance.
The red archbishop's face immediately showed a solemn look, and then he cautiously took half a step back. Although they had strong soldiers and strong horses and were confident enough to kill the high priest, when facing him, no one was not cautious. No one was.
Know those killer moves he has.
What is certain is that the high priest has not lived in vain for more than two thousand years, and his status as the strongest person under the starry sky is not self-proclaimed.
The high priest turned around, glanced coldly at the lich behind him, and said in a deep voice: "You commit suicide~!"
All the lichs couldn't help but be stunned, and shouted in unison: "Lord God."
The high priest said coldly: "It is certain that there is a traitor among you, but dealing with these humans is a bit troublesome, and I don't have time to distract myself from finding the traitor.
So you all commit suicide. The traitor will naturally die as well.
After I kill all these humans, I will bury you with great honors."
He spoke in a very normal tone, as if those who died were not his trusted subordinates, but just a few ants.
As the most powerful lich in the world, he has long lost all human emotions and is used to looking at everything in the world indifferently.
He had given the lichs eternal life, so of course he could take them back. From the perspective of the high priest, this was a matter of course.
As long as he lives, without these few lichs, he will be able to create them again in the future. The high priest will never lack human mages who defect to him.
All the lichs looked at each other.
Someone immediately knelt down on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Lord God, I have served you for five hundred years, and I have always been loyal to you..."
The high priest looked at the man with some disgust, interrupted him, and said: "Since you are loyal, then if I want you to die, you should die."
The lich couldn't help but froze, staring blankly at the High Priest of the Undead.
At this time, without any warning, the lichs suddenly screamed in unison, and then turned into several clouds of smoke and fled away in different directions.
Everyone around him ran away, and the lich kneeling on the ground also reacted, turned around, and turned into a cloud of smoke, then flew back.
There is no point in them continuing to stay here. Humans want to kill them, and the high priest also wants them to die.
Even if the future does not die in the hands of humans, it will definitely die in the hands of the high priest.
They are not as stupid as Sundos. The first thing everyone thinks about is their own lives.
The high priest did not stop them, but stood there and looked at them coldly.
The human mages and ascetics turned a blind eye to the escaping lich, and just stared at the high priest.
However, they saw several streams of black smoke quickly reaching the edge of the island, and then they saw several dazzling white lights on the ground rising into the sky and shooting towards the lichs.
Someone was unable to dodge and was immediately hit by the light, then fell down screaming.
Even if some lucky ones escaped the light coming from the ground and continued to flee, they immediately saw several silver-winged Pegasus flying up from the ground, like white lightning, chasing after them.
And further away, you can vaguely see countless small black dots flying rapidly in the sky, blocking the path of the lich, which is the war fortress that has long been ambushed in the distance.
For this opportunity that only comes once in a thousand years, mankind mobilized all its powerful forces in order to kill the high priest.
The high priest immediately turned his head and stopped looking. He didn't care about the fate of the lichs. There was a war fortress blocking them in front, and silver-winged pegasus chasing after them. Those lichs were definitely dead.
To him, the lichs are just his servants.
This is good, it saves you having to do it yourself. And those people are not useless at all. At the very least, they have detected the encirclement net laid by the enemy.
He glanced at everyone in front of him coldly and said: "Let's do it, let me see how much you weigh?"
Opposite him, a group of strong human beings looked at each other, and then they all bowed slightly and saluted him.
Although the other party is the source of evil, the leader of the lich, and the spreader of darkness and death. But it is undeniable that he is also the most powerful man under the starry sky, and he was already the powerful man who dominated the world thousands of years ago.
Regardless of whether the other person is good or evil, he deserves their respect based on his abilities alone.
The moment they leaned forward, the high priest suddenly screamed, raised the staff in his hand, and then slammed it down.
A loud noise came from "Boom".
Like the most violent earthquake, the ground suddenly trembled.
With the staff as the center, the ground cracked like a spider web.
The earth was torn open, and a wide crack was like a giant snake, winding and twisting, flying towards the strong human beings on the opposite side.
A group of strong human beings are also mature and experienced. Facing the sudden attack by the high priest, they seemed to have expected it.
An old magician took a step forward and slammed the staff in his hand downwards.
A flash of yellow light flashed, and the ground beneath their feet suddenly became hard.
The originally soft ground gradually showed the color of blue-grey rocks. The originally long green grass was affected and turned into hard rocks.
The giant snake-like crack hit the rock hard, and there was a muffled "crack" sound, which made everyone feel tight in their chests.
Under the huge impact, the rock cracked as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and tiny gravels flew everywhere.
Despite this, the crack stopped and no longer spread forward.
This hand alone shows the profound magic power of the magician.
The high priest looked at it, with a slight smile on his lips, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Very good. You guys are worth fighting for."
Just like their purpose of killing the high priest, if the high priest kills this group of human elites who are brushing their own copies.
Almost all of humanity's most powerful warriors and mages are gathered here. If we kill them, humanity's power will inevitably be reduced by more than 30%.
The crisis of mankind's attack on the Semitic continent can be resolved immediately. Then he can concentrate on developing for another five hundred years, accumulate enough strength, and then launch another attack.
At this time, a series of bowstring sounds were heard.
The elves began to shoot the magic-breaking arrows in their hands at the high priest. At the same time, the red archbishops also waved their staffs and shot out streaks of white holy light. The magicians each performed their own unique skills, using their best skills.
The magic was thrown at the high priest.
For a moment, arrows, magic, and holy magic gathered together, overwhelming the sky, and smashed towards the high priest.