Chapter 122: Fight the Riddler First and Ask Later
Vahran Palace.
On the throne bound by the trees, the shadow opened his eyes, and his eyes were like stars, containing endless knowledge in the world. But when you looked at them, you found that there seemed to be nothing in those eyes, and they were empty.
"The stars gave me a strange revelation. Has a [change] occurred , or is someone trying to make me [advance] in this way?"
Dom sat on the throne and thought quietly. Some people did not want him to appear, such as the Archdruid who turned into a giant tree behind him and tied him up, and at the same time bound the entire royal city. Facing this Archdruid who had little time left and was called by nature to fight him to the death, Dom did not even have the desire to take action.
He allowed the other party to tie him up, bind the royal city, and even block the light of the stars and the moon.
The birth of Mad King Dom has strict standards, and the behavior of the Archdruid is to interfere with this time, delay it or even destroy it.
But at the same time, there are also many people who are secretly trying to help Dom, but this also does not contain any good intentions. They will help Dom, but they are also not happy for Dom to be born at the right time.
"Who is it? Do they want to interfere with me, or is this the arrangement of fate?"
I don’t know what Dom was thinking. I saw a light spot pop out slightly, and the diameter of the light spot passed through countless space obstacles and reached the place where it wanted to go.
At this time, Dom's little action was also discovered by the Archdruid, "What did you do?!"
The Archdruid could sense that Dom had just done something that was definitely not beneficial to many people.
"Why bother asking such questions? No matter what crazy actions Mad King Dom takes, they are consistent with your opinion of me, aren't they?"
The giant tree was not good at talking. Since Dom didn't want to talk, all he could do was to use more branches to bind the throne and the shadow on it. At the same time, more huge tree roots appeared around the royal city, binding the royal city more tightly.
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Mo Cheng's caution was not groundless, because at this moment he felt cold.
A mixture of temperature and the coldness that the body feels when it spontaneously senses a threat.
"Tell me, what is the difference between life and death? What is the difference between existence and illusion?"
Following the source of the sound, I saw a boy sitting on a small hill not far away with a heavy book open on his knees.
The boy had a very strange appearance, with white clothes, white hair, pale skin, and even his pupils were a rare silver-white color.
White became the only color for this boy.
Pure white also became the boy’s first impression on others.
Mo Cheng did not answer the question. He felt a threat from the boy, but this feeling was definitely different from usual. It was difficult for him to describe in words what the feeling was.
"You're not going to answer?" The boy tilted his head, and his head fell down. "You've lost your only chance. "
He picked up his head and carefully put it back in place.
Mo Cheng didn't say anything. He just quietly observed the boy, trying to analyze what he was like.
There are not many species that can survive even after their heads have been lost, such as puppets, undead creatures, dead creatures, etc. More observation is needed to distinguish them.
"A lich." The boy seemed to understand Mo Cheng's behavior and revealed his identity first, "I am a lich."
The boy claimed to be a lich, but he was completely different from the skeleton that Mo Cheng had in mind.
But when the boy waved his hand and awakened the guards who died in his hands as undead creatures, and at the same time several space gates appeared behind him, and undead spirits emerged continuously, all doubts became irrelevant.
"Silence is also an answer, but giving up on answering is a very sad behavior." The lich looked at the black priest with pure white eyes, his tone was calm, as if he saw through everything, "Just like you, and the people of this country trying to change their fate, a sad and unconscious behavior."
Mo Cheng narrowed his eyes. He felt that this guy had something else to say. In the past, when he was in the [Foreign Land], he had met many people who would say a bunch of incomprehensible words or riddles when they met. But in that case, Mo Cheng would directly skip the reading bar and kick the door to start fighting.
He enjoyed doing things that would put the Riddler's words into their stomachs.
The portal that opened behind the lich has now teleported out a legion of about three thousand people.
An abomination composed of broken corpses, with stitches all over its body emitting a foul smell, and holding a huge iron hook and sickle.
A rotten and clumsy walking corpse ghoul transformed from a human.
A meat grinder, a siege weapon that collects and stores corpses and spreads disease.
And as the main force , there are numerous skeleton soldiers holding swords and shields, or holding guns in both hands.
"I've seen your actions. For the sake of that boring sense of justice, you escorted a group of lives that were bound to die here. This is already very outstanding. But..."
The lich closed the book on his knees and said, "You cannot change anything under the torrent of fate."
"Go and kill those rebels who are about to leave the country."
The lich did not issue any orders against Mo Cheng, because there was no need. Mo Cheng alone could not resist thousands of undead creatures, let alone prevent the people led by Margaret from being slaughtered.
The lich expressed the most naked contempt for Mo Cheng's existence. Even if you are strong enough to kill twenty guards, all your efforts are still in vain.
"Hey, Lich." Mo Cheng shouted, "You got one thing wrong. I'm not keeping silent."
He raised his hand, and the power of death condensed in his palm, and a huge flesh and blood tombstone emerged from the void. At this moment, a ray of light suddenly shot towards Mo Cheng secretly, and the lich activated the magic counterattack that had been prepared long ago, interfering with the formation of the tombstone.
The Mad Legion has long recorded that Mo Cheng has the power to control death. How could the Lich not be on guard against this magic that can be considered war-level?
However, Mo Cheng had anticipated this. After his information was leaked, he had to think about how the other party would respond. The best and most direct way was to use magic to counterattack.
He waved his right hand and threw the wooden stick in his hand out, hitting the magic counter-ray that was coming at him quickly. The holy light on the wooden stick was instantly extinguished along with the counter-ray.
The holy light attached to the wooden stick, in addition to enhancing its lethality, was prepared for this moment.
"I mean, who are you?!"
The tombstone of flesh and blood reappeared, and countless undead corpses poured out, intending to compete with the undead army to see whose immortality was the real immortality.
Mo Cheng picked up the stick and pointed it at the lich, "Apart from my parents and teachers, which idiot dares to force me to answer his questions?!"
