The streets of the town are very deserted. Only Renault is a pedestrian. Although it is dark now, a town with a population of thousands should not be like this


    Instead, the houses around the street opened their windows one after another, and the residents inside stood by the window, staring at Renault like the two guards. The eyes looked complex and strange, with both normal curiosity and some hostility.


    They had the same strange smile on their faces and looked very strange, like looking at a delicious meal.


    There was a dead silence around, and no superfluous sound could be heard.


    Renault continued to walk towards the depths of the town. Along the way, more and more windows were opened, and more and more residents were staring at him, as if staring at the whole town.


    Enjoying this silent gaze, Renault couldn''t help feeling a little uncomfortable. He regretted that he shouldn''t be lazy and didn''t bring the skull breaker''s clothes with him.


    Finally, Renault arrived at a square in the middle of the town, where many residents gathered. They were standing upright with their backs to him, like wooden stakes. When they felt someone approaching, they turned their heads 180 degrees, turned around and looked at him with a smile.


    The corners of their grinning mouths showed rows of white teeth, which seemed to be impatient.


    "Can any of you speak?"


    Renault asked.


    The crowd moved a few steps, revealing a figure surrounded by them.


    The man''s clothes looked very decent. He wore a gorgeous gold necklace around his neck. He looked like a big man like the mayor, but his eyes were covered with a faint green, like two flames jumping.


    He first looked at Renault, then looked at the holy flame in Renault''s palm, and his face showed a smile that was different from that around him, as if he were ridiculed and ridiculed.


    Renault, after looking at each other carefully for a while, tentatively asked:


    "Lich?"


    "Hehe, although you are weak, you don''t seem stupid..."


    The mayor answered. His voice sounded low and hoarse, as if he had just climbed out of the soil.


    "What a lich! But why do you look like this?"


    Renault asked curiously.


    As a very special dead creature, lichs are transformed by mages who don''t think their lives are short enough. They all have at least seven levels of master strength, that is, the so-called great wizard level.


    They not only have all kinds of powerful magic, but also master more dangerous necromancer magic. In addition, the necromancer creatures controlled by them are an army. Their strength is extremely terrible, far beyond the category of level 7.


    If people want to attack a lich, they often need to summon a lot of people to fight a bloody battle at great risk and pay a heavy price before they can repel it.


    It''s just to repel. Lichs are difficult to be really killed. They have a life box, which is specially used to protect their lives. If the life box is not destroyed and the soul is not destroyed, they can revive their souls at any time.


    Fortunately, most lichs are relatively low-key. They generally shrink in the Deathly kingdom of Degas and rarely haunt outside. Moreover, the image should be a skeleton frame, rather than the fat bald man in front of them.


    That''s why Renault was particularly curious.


    "Interesting, do you dare to come to my field for this ridiculous curiosity?"


    "Who gives you confidence? Is this fourth order flame as pitiful as a flame?"


    The Lich sneered mercilessly, and the flame in his eyes jumped again.


    A group of residents poured out from behind Renault, took heavy and slow steps, and surrounded him in the middle of the square.


    Renault did not answer his question, but continued:


    "Are you going to turn the residents here into living corpses?"


    "Jie Jie, I just give them eternal life..."


    The Lich monster smiled and continued:


    "Come on, join us! As a reward for making me laugh, I will let you keep a certain mind and become a resentful soul..."


    "What will a priest''s soul look like? It''s really exciting."


    The other side''s malice is already very obvious, but Renault is still not impatient and continues to ask:


    "Why are you so anxious? Can''t you be patient? I have many questions to ask. Shouldn''t you liches like to answer other people''s questions and show off their knowledge and ability?"


    These words sounded strange, which made the Lich stunned and asked:


    "Have you ever met other lichs?"


    "Yes, I met a very kind Lich. He answered many questions and let me know a lot about Lich..."


    "Unfortunately, his patience is only a little better than you. He was in a hurry to start without answering a few questions."


    The Lich was stunned again:


    "Can you escape from a lich?"


    "I may have underestimated you?"


    Renault quickly waved his hand and argued:


    "No, no, I didn''t escape..."


    "I just accidentally killed it..."


    The flame in the Lich''s eyes on the opposite side suddenly solidified, as if in a daze.


    Renault continued:


    "So I hope you can cooperate and answer my questions."


    "Can these townspeople still be saved? Can they become human?"


    The reason why he didn''t rush to start at the beginning was to ask this. He thought these townspeople might be able to rescue.


    The Lich answered him with practical action.


    "Kill him! Tear him to pieces!"


    The Lich roared loudly, and the green flame in her eyes burned.


    And the townspeople around who originally had a little breath of living people have completely become zombies and dead creatures. There is no smell of living.


    With a dry roar in their mouths, they rushed towards Renault at a speed far beyond ordinary people.


    A shield appeared in front of Renault and wrapped him in the middle.


    Zombies hit the shield one after another, making a dull noise of "Dong Dong Dong".


    And his empty right hand quickly tied fingerprints and recited the revised prayer in his mouth:


    "Flowers of hope, connected with fetters..."


    Then, holding the holy flame''s left hand, he scattered it casually in front of him, like throwing petals.


    At the same time, he whispered to the hopeless townspeople:


    "Sorry..."


    The holy flame, which was only the size of a flame, suddenly exploded and broke into a large piece of tiny dust, which spread around with Renault as the center.


    These dusts vaguely form the shape of a flower, which looks like a holy Epiphyllum blooming at night.


    Seventh order holy flame: funeral flower.