Accompanied by a flash, sparks, and then... nothing was like a dumb gun, and then the fog shrank back, as if it was scared or disgusted.

Beno Lich stared at the sparks spread outward and then disappeared. It was obvious that it was not clear that no magic could be released here, so it was shocked and depressed, with a confused expression on its face.

Then it disappeared, including its scepter, its surprised expression, everything, in a blink of an eye, and the Beno Lich in the distance also disappeared.

Seeing them disappear, Brian stepped back, moving his numb and sore fingers, and the frost and buzzing sounds on the sword disappeared.

Ilsey Vili looked calmly at everything in front of her: there was only fog, fog, and there were fog everywhere.

"I really want to know why the storm brought us here, where it is, and how we should do it. If we just deal with one enemy after another who doesn't know where it comes out, then sooner or later..."

"Be careful!" Brian reminded, turning around quickly.

Another lich, shorter and thinner than the previous two.

Brian's precise and fast sword instantly cut into the lich's dry palm that was lifted up, stabbing an eye that had just opened. As a ball of blue flame exploded, the lich disappeared into the pungent smoke and took away a piece of his sword tip.

Brian looked at the smooth and flat fracture for a long time and made sure that the sword body had not continued to dissolve, or had become something else.

For some reason, looking at the scrapped sword in his hand, he suddenly had the urge to curse.

For the first time, he felt how crazy it was to lose arcane and psychic power.

"It can be seen that your swordsmanship has been tempered for at least ten years." Ilsey Vili said coldly, "With your current age, this is very rare for you spellcasters with short lifespans. Use this."

The female elf took out a sheathed sword and handed it to Brian.

"Is this your moon blade?" Brian took the sword and asked subconsciously.

"That's right." Ilsey Weili nodded slightly, "This is the moon blade inherited from my family. Since you have the elf bloodline, in a sense, you have the opportunity to awaken it. If you really wake it up, it belongs to you."

"What a joke, how could it get my approval?" Although Brian said this, he still did not forget to check the properties of the weapon.

Elf Moon Blade

Category: Long Sword

Quality: Golden Legend

Limitations: Elf or half-elves

Equipment effect: unknown

Explanation: Among all magical items made by elves, the most valuable and strictly protected is the Moon Blade. In ancient times, almost every elves noble family had such a long sword. Over the centuries, some Moon Blades have disappeared, and their magic has disappeared with the family, and some have disappeared along with their holders on the road to performing great tasks. Therefore, only a few Moon Blades have been preserved.

The Moon Blade passes through generations in the family. It will choose its holder by itself and will always be loyal to its holder. When the holder dies, its inheritance will be passed on to its descendants. If there is no sufficiently powerful descendant, the Moon Blade will sleep on its own. It will be like an ordinary long sword until a sufficiently powerful soul finds it and needs its power.

Note: A moon blade will serve only one master at the same time, and its resurrection will require a special ritual to be performed in the palace of the Elf Ruler, or in the temple of the Elf God.

Moon Blade will not serve the masters of the elves that it considers cowardly, weird, depraved, or does not want to protect the elves. If a Moon Blade rejects you, then the attribute checks, attack rolls and saving throws you make in the next 24 hours are disadvantageous.

If a moon blade accepts you, after you are tuned with it, a new rune will appear on its blade, and you will remain tuned with it until death or the weapon is destroyed.

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Brian tried the method and felt good. Although this moon blade did not awaken, his hidden basic attributes were still OK to deal with these lichs.

The reason why the female elf in front of him was so generously lent him to him was not only because he really needed it now, but because he thought that he could not get the recognition of Moon Blade and would naturally return it to her after the battle.

Ilsey Weili glanced at Brian and said, "Did you notice the runes in the palm of the lich? Just around that eye, the eye seemed to be observing us."

"Look clearly, that's a sign of Larock," Brian said with a serious expression. "Obviously, those lichs are his men, and he is likely to be looking at us through that eye."

Laroc is also a lich who survived the period of Naserel, and is actually stronger than the Supreme King of the Ghost City.

Obviously, the scars on the Magic Net have nothing to do with him.

Ilsey Weili looked at him unexpectedly and continued, "Did you blind him just now? Or did you just cut off the vision he obtained through the lich?"

"It's likely just cut off his vision," Brian speculated.

Ilsey Weili raised her sword and looked around, worried that an enemy would suddenly appear, sighing:

"There are really lichs here, some lichs. Beno Lich seemed unhappy to see us coming here, but she didn't know where the 'here' was. Their magic was ineffective. Then, there was the lich of Laroc. It was great. We had no clues to figure out the current situation, nor did we know what we should do."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Then don't worry, wait patiently." Brian said calmly, while speaking, he looked around with a sword on his face.

"I can't figure out that the situation is not the worst. You should know that most people who live at the bottom will have a hard time living. They are incomparable to you elves. Just be content."

"You can say it well, but you can't comfort anyone." The elf said to him, but she didn't sound very angry, but she was a little happy. "At least, the Beno Lich is in the same situation as us, and she can't figure out the situation."

"But it shouldn't have attacked so quickly," said Brian thoughtfully. "It seems to have changed his eyes."

"Yes, I noticed it, too." Ilsey Weili agreed, "Is there something or someone who controls it?"

Brian stared at the thick fog for a while and did not answer directly, but asked, "I can understand what Beno Lich said, using old-fashioned words, but there is only one word that doesn't understand. Do you know what 'Seth' means?"

Ilsey Villie's head turned aside, and Brian could only see her frown tail eyebrows.

"It is not easy to translate accurately, but it is similar to 'young strange elves'. This is a neutral word, but be careful, compared to 'I don't know you', it also means 'there is no hostility between us'. However, a detail mentioned by the Supreme Guard is far more interesting than the ancient vocabulary that is not used much. It says its duty is to guard the magic net of Laorov. I have known for a long time that Laorov is the name of an elf, not a place, but through the word 'magic net', I can tell you that he refers to a mysterious lock."

"So, Beno Lich is the guard of the Mislock," Brian was stunned. Unexpectedly, he actually had something to do with Mislock, and he whispered:

"That is, Beno Lich found himself leaving the Lock and was confused about it. So it must have done or experienced something unusual, and that's where it got here."

He stared at the endless mist and thought, "I wonder if someone else has also come here to try to deal with us?"

"You didn't guess it just now, it was La Locke." Ilsey Weili replied calmly.

"Don't you think this possibility is slightly higher?"

Brian unwillingly spread his hands: "Of course, its owner may be anyone, a string of ancient magic, or simply caused by other reasons. To determine this, we must see if all lichs have the logo of Larock, or have sworn allegiance to him. When something appears again, whether it is a Beno Lich or a human, we will pay attention to whether they have logos, what they say, and whether there are masterminds behind it."

"really."

Ilsey Weili nodded: "The Beno Lich is not usually like this, at least I can be sure of that."

Brian smiled: "So, have you seen a lot?"

The cool-tempered female elf did not smile: "This is my privacy, please don't ask this irrelevant question."

"I just want to know why my spells have turned into harmless flames," she murmured to herself, looking at her palm:

"It seems that all kinds of creatures can be freely teleported here. At least one creature can be observed from a distance through a lich, and another creature can use magic or mentally control the Beno Lich."

She saw Brian staring at her with her eyes fixed on her, moved a little uncomfortable, and continued, "Don't expect me to express my brilliant views and satisfy the endless curiosity of mortals. Only the gods who have been punished by heaven know these things."

Brian was silent, he was thinking about other things.

Regarding Brian's silence, Ilsey Weili rolled her eyes helplessly, continued to observe the surroundings, and said worriedly:

"There is no magic, it's just a matter of time before those uninvited guests kill us. Even if we stay alert and ready to fight at any time, if we continue like this, we will eventually be so tired that we can't resist, and then..."

Hearing this, Brian suddenly realized something.

It made him feel that he could not waste time here, because the time flow rate in the Magic Net Realm seemed to be a bit scary compared to the material world.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as "one day in heaven, one year in man".

If he wasted too long here, when he went out, he might be able to be razed to the ground by the floating city of the ghost prince.

This is no joke.
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