Locating the lich's phylactery
This is a bit difficult.
Roland sighed and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I've never even been exposed to the principles of the Lich's phylactery, let alone understood it."
"We have already considered this matter." Saint Winter Wolf took three more vegetables and put them in her mouth, chewed them slowly and said with a smile: "There is a lich phylactery stored in our clan. It has been there for many years."
"There is no longer a lich soul?" Roland's eyes lit up.
The lich's ability to preserve souls is very interesting, but none of the major magic towers have it.
It’s not that they can’t study it, it’s that they disdain it and don’t dare to study it.
He was afraid that he would be attracted by its power and fall into the evil way of immortality like a lich.
But players don't have this problem, because in the game, they themselves are immortal.
The Winter Wolf Saint gave herself another piece of tender and juicy cooked meat: "No, there is still a soul in it."
"Why not kill him?" Roland asked curiously.
He now also knows something about the Frostwolf clan. They were a former savior race and had an instinctive aversion to evil things.
Although they are usually Buddhist-like, if they bump into someone with evil power and mind, they will kill them.
It’s hard to imagine that they would place a lich’s phylactery among their own clan without smashing it.
"That guy killed several of our clansmen before." The Winter Wolf Saint said with a smile: "Then we tried to find his life box. It took a lot of effort and even invited the Winter Wolf to help... "
Speaking of the winter wolf, the saint became depressed again, and even the food in front of her no longer tasted good.
Roland laughed when he heard this: "So you put its life box in the clan and let him be locked up in a small life box forever, unable to get out in the dark. Is this considered punishment?"
Being locked up in a small dark room is one of the most terrible punishments.
The Winter Wolf Saint nodded repeatedly: "At first, I heard that he often used his spiritual power to roar or beg for mercy, but now there is no movement. But I can guarantee that his soul is still inside."
"I heard? How long has the lich been sealed?"
"It's estimated to be more than five hundred years ago. Anyway, it was more than a dozen generations ago."
Tsk... It's really cruel. It seems that offending the Frostwolf clan is not a good thing.
"Are you a little scared? I remember that you committed the crime of blasphemy against the saint." The Winter Wolf Saint looked at Roland with a half-smile, and continued: "We can give that phylactery to you, whether you can study it or not. We don’t care about the technology of locating the phylactery. It’s up to people to do things, and success depends on fate and God’s favor.”
"Trust me so much?"
"You already have a sworn feud with the lich." Saintess Winter Wolf said with a smile: "Every time before we attack a lich camp, we will shout, 'Follow the order of the Archmage Roland, please die! '"
Roland was drinking fruit wine and almost spit it out when he heard the words, but he managed to swallow it back.
But it made my throat sore and I coughed repeatedly.
Seeing Roland's appearance, the Winter Wolf Saint smiled and said, "Since you hired us, of course we have to get your name out."
Roland actually didn't care. After all, he and the Lich had already been fighting to the death.
But what the Frostwolf clan did was really ridiculous.
Roland couldn't help but ask: "How many lich camps have you cleared out now?"
"At least hundreds of them." The Winter Wolf Saint thought for a while and said, "Anyway, I have almost cleared out the lich camps near the north, and I am now chasing them to the south."
Hearing this, Roland did not hesitate to take out five money bags from the system backpack and put them on the table.
"This is the promised reward."
A lot of money... The Winter Wolf Saint is halfway between maturity and youth, with a happy face on her pretty face with a very delicate temperament.
But she still has to save face. After all, she is a saint and cannot lose her status too much.
So she smiled awkwardly and said to Roland: "But we haven't caught a real lich yet."
"No, this is already great." Roland said sincerely.
Liches, like mages, need to study spells to grow.
In other words, the advancement of lich also requires a huge cost.
Unlike mages who can use money to buy, lichs can only produce the materials they need because everyone wants to fight them, and very few people trade with them.
You have to gather the materials yourself and make the magic potions yourself.
Even the necessities of life have to be provided by oneself.
But fortunately, they have a large number of undead creatures to do the work for them, so they are quite comfortable.
Destroying those lich camps would severely damage their logistics and even completely lose their 'economic' sources.
The establishment of each Lich camp will cost them a lot of energy and material costs.
It hurts to have one of them aborted, but to have a large piece of it aborted is simply fatal.
Now Roland can estimate that those lichs hate him very much.
"I'll just accept the money?" the Winter Wolf Saint asked cautiously.
"Please." Roland made a gesture.
“The boss is awesome.”
The Winter Wolf Saint took a strange red string from her clothes and circled the money bags on the table, and these things disappeared without a trace.
Roland was stunned for a moment: "What kind of magic prop is this?"
"Winter Wolf Sacred Rope."
"It seems to me that the materials are very similar to those on your body."
"Those are the ones I have on me." The Winter Wolf Saint put her hand on the first button of her clothes and said with a charming smile: "Would you like to check it or do some research?"
Hmm... Roland is actually quite interested.
The purely academic kind.
But then he waved his hand.
It's just a special space method, probably related to divine magic, so forget it.
If you have the time, wouldn't it be more enjoyable to learn the mansion technique in space magic
Of course... this also has a lot to do with his current state of sage.
Under normal circumstances, he would be heartbroken if he couldn't protect himself.
After all, winter wolves are really white, big, and round.
Still have long legs.
Seeing Roland's refusal, the Winter Wolf Saint didn't take it seriously. She smiled and said: "You can't blame me for giving up this opportunity. Okay, you wait here, I will go to the clan and give you the lich life box." bring here."
After speaking, the Winter Wolf Saint ran away with a piece of meat in her mouth.
It really looks like the actions of a wolf.
But when you think about it, it's not surprising that they are wolves.
Roland was eating and waiting.
About ten minutes later, Beatrice walked out of the kitchen, sat opposite Roland, and asked a little shyly: "Roland, how many days are you going to stay here?"
"You will leave soon. If you live here, it will not be good for your reputation."
"It's okay, I don't have a... man anyway." Beatrice wrung her hands vigorously, looking very nervous.
Roland is no longer a pure man, and he fully understands what Beatrice means.
It's just... He couldn't help but asked curiously: "Have you not fallen in love with any man since you have been in Wetland City for so long?"
"I... I live here, and I am yours." After Beatrice said this, she was so shy that her face turned red.
Then she didn't wait for Roland to answer, she held her face in her hands and ran upstairs.
Roland shrugged.
Then he continued eating the side dishes.
After a while, the Winter Wolf Saint, who was a little out of breath, came back.
She held a cold wooden box in her hand.
The wood is made of green cotton wood.
Green cottonwood exists in large quantities in the forest. It is not a rare wood, but it has a characteristic. The longer the green cottonwood survives, the harder it is and the less likely it is to be corroded by air and time.
Furniture made of green cottonwood that is more than a century old is said to be incorruptible, but it smells a bit unpleasant.
But the lich has no sense of smell, so there is no problem at all in making a phylactery.
The Winter Wolf Saint put the wooden box on the table and said: "This teleportation magic circle is really useful. It only takes a few silver coins and about half a minute to go back and forth from the southern country to our northern territory. The goddess of magic truly deserves her name as 'wisdom'."
Roland smiled and agreed.
Not many people now know that he is the inventor of the teleportation magic circle.
In fact, Roland guessed that the Winter Wolf Saint went to get the Lich Life Box just now for a secondary purpose. Her real intention was to put away the five bags of gold coins. After all, it was the first time she got so much money.
Of course, Roland would not reveal this, as his emotional intelligence was not that low.
Half a second later, he set his sights on the wooden box on the table.
From the moment the wooden box appeared, he felt a chaotic spirit swimming in the wooden box, and then slowly dissipated.
The simple magic patterns on the wooden box are like the stripes of flowers, but they also have the vicissitudes of barbaric writing. At first glance, it looks like a very interesting magic circle.
"I leave the things to you." The Winter Wolf Saint breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "We will continue to hunt lichs next. Roland, I have a question."
"Please say."
"How much would you give us if we could kill a lich ourselves?"
"Two hundred gold coins per lich's head." Roland said without hesitation: "In the future, for every camp destroyed, you can come to me and ask for twenty gold coins."
After hearing this, the Winter Wolf Saint picked up the food in front of her and put it into her mouth. Then she stood up suddenly: "Keep your word, I will personally bring someone to do this for you now. "
After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry.
Roland was a little shocked, and then a little relieved. He vaguely understood why the Winter Wolf Saint was so anxious.
The Winter Wolf Saint walked out of the manor with a fire burning in her heart.
She is very clear about the problems that the Frostwolves have now.
I have no direction and don't know where to go.
There is no communication with the outside world.
Especially after Winter Wolf ran away some time ago, everyone in the Frostwolf clan looked flustered and listless.
After the world no longer needed their salvation, the Frostwolf clan lived a life centered on and around the winter wolf.
Now that the totem is gone, of course they will be hit.
In fact, the Winter Wolf Saint was the one who suffered the biggest blow, but as the de facto leader of the entire race, it was impossible for her to express her emotions.
Roland could vaguely see some confusion on her face.
It has to be said that she actually has a good impression of Roland, a man who can look directly at her body.
Roland always thought that when the Winter Wolf Saint was performing a sacrificial dance with a red rope tied all over her body, anyone could see it if she looked up!
But actually that was just a misunderstanding.
The people of the Frostwolf clan worship the saint, but they won't look at her, especially the men, who will never look up.
But outsiders can't see it at all.
That red rope is a god-level piece of equipment made of winter wolf hair, with built-in consciousness shielding.
When outsiders look at the Winter Wolf Saint dancing in the sacrificial troupe, they will only see a cloud of mist.
Only people like Roland, who can even look directly at gods, can see clearly.
Therefore, it is understandable that the Winter Wolf Saint has a somewhat special and unusual view of Roland.
Saints are all proud, no matter which sect they belong to.
Roland can have a normal conversation with the Winter Wolf Saint because Roland can see the Saint's true appearance.
It was only after the two came into contact that they became friends.
In addition, the Winter Wolf Saint has been thinking of ways to make the Frostwolf clan 'stronger', or even go out.
But the human world seems to have always been more resistant to them with dog ears and alien body parts.
And the orcs don't want to see them either.
Think they are human hybrids.
Don't touch both sides.
The Winter Wolf Saint has always thought that the Frostwolves would always live in the ice and snow in the north, isolated from the world.
But after Roland brought them to Wetland City last time, she finally understood... There is still a place in this world that can accept them 100%.
Cat people and succubi are everywhere in this city... And this time she brought a few tribesmen to Wetland City just to try out how the people in Wetland City would treat them without Roland's leadership.
The result left them ecstatic.
Although there were people watching along the way, those eyes were earnest and not malicious!
But it also seems to be a bit malicious, very subtle.
It's not that I want to harm others, but that I want to take possession of them.
She lived in this city for a few days, and although she met many people who struck up a conversation, no one made a move or even insulted them.
Then when Roland came over, he directly took out the reward of 500 gold coins.
She felt that it would be no problem to buy a piece of land in an outer city and bring the whole clan here to live there.
The Frostwolf clan is a race that is very easy to be satisfied. As long as they have a place to live, food to eat, and people around them who don't have any ill intentions towards them, then they can feel very happy.
"Five hundred gold coins can buy a large piece of land in the city, but it is not enough for the entire clan to live in." The Winter Wolf Saint muttered to herself with a face of joy: "We can reclaim wasteland outside the city. I heard that the city lord here I have a good relationship with Roland. If I have time, please ask him to help me intercede. I will kill a few more lichs and collect enough thousand to buy a lot of big land. By then, all our tribesmen will be able to live in this beautiful place. Next to the kind city."
Thinking of such a beautiful life, the pair of white dog ears on the top of the Winter Wolf Saint's head swayed slightly from side to side.
Very cute and cute.
Roland picked up the wooden box and teleported back to Delbon City.
He had just returned to his home and had not even taken a few steps in the manor. Andonara and Angelia rushed in front of him almost at the same time.
The speed of the two of them was so fast that they left the afterimage.
Andonara breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Roland: "I thought something dirty dared to break into our home."
Then her eyes fell on the wooden box on Roland's body.
Angelia's eyes also fell on the wooden box.
Roland raised the thing, shook it, and said, "The Lich's Life Box."
Nia looked stunned, then walked up to Roland and said seriously: "You are not allowed to study these things, otherwise my mother and I will be sad."
Andonara: Huh