Skill points?

The orc warrior Papa immediately sat up straight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For the next twenty minutes, every five minutes, a similar system prompt pops up.

In the end, after this class, the ghost tutor left, and several sailors looked at each other: "Knowledge and skills have been upgraded by 5 levels...... Get 5 Skill Points for free! ”

It's a pity that a few of the sailors are either warriors, rangers and druids, and there are no mages and priests, otherwise they might have cheered.

The ghosts of the students in the classroom disappeared at some point, Charles glanced at the abandoned old classroom, thought for a moment, stood up and waved, "Keep exploring!" ”

The team walked in the academy, and the deeper they went, the more ghosts they encountered, but the ghosts didn't seem to have any interest in the six big living people, Charles took the water friends, and was inexplicably brought into various warrior classes and thief classes by the ghost mentors, picking up a total of more than a dozen skill levels in vain, making a group of viewers in the live broadcast room call dog-luck.

End of the promenade.

An invisible wall of spirits blocked everyone's way.

"I feel like there's an invisible black hand controlling here." The female shaman whispers 'spirit spells'.

"Yes."

Charles felt the same way, as soon as the team entered this place, they were probably noticed by the powerful undead, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes without malice in the dark.

During the chat, the faint old voice sounded in the ears of the six members of the team:

"Welcome to my academy."

"After so many years of silence, Lianzhong City Academy has finally ushered in a group of living people."

With the sound, the spirit wall buzzed and vibrate, ripples like ripples spread to the walls on either side of the corridor, and another section of the corridor revealed behind the wall.

"Come here, look for me in the dean's office."

After saying that, there was no sound.

"Lianzhong City Academy?" Charles was not surprised, but he didn't expect that on the second day after arriving in the desert, he bumped into the ruins of Lianzhong City, and I have to say that he was very lucky.

He couldn't help but cast a grateful look at the female shaman's 'spirit spell'.

Lizard Canyon is a map around lv25, so if it weren't for the female shaman's exemplary breakthrough mission, it would take a while for the ruins of Lianzhong City to be searched by players, and Charles would have to spend a lot of effort if he didn't have specific clues to find here.

Now Charles is a master of the arts, even if a legendary undead is waiting for him, he will not hesitate to ask for the third Ion's Stone.

"Enter—" Charles beckoned to the sailors and continued to stand in front.

The sailors were much more nervous, and the five of them almost stuck to the charr, so that they could feel some security in the dark environment.

The layout of the second half of the corridor is similar to that of a modern college, with various offices, and the team almost came to the end when they saw a door with a bronze sign hanging from the dean's office.

The buildings here are well-preserved and fresh, as if some magical enchantment is maintaining everything.

Knock knock.

Knock on the door of the dean's room.

Including Charles, the team and even the audience in the live broadcast room held their breath, the door automatically opened, and a white-bearded old man who was standing in front of the bookshelf in the room turned his head and said with a smile: "You are here." ”

It's not a ghost, it's a physical being. A hint of surprise flashed in Charles' eyes, and he thought to himself, "...... Lich? ”

It's a relief to think about.

Only by transforming into a lich can you survive from the distant Nether era to the present, and you can survive without water, air, and food, hiding in the completely enclosed underground ruins, and hiding for thousands of years.

There are actually many great Arcanist lichs that have survived from that era.

At present, it seems that the other party has no malicious intent.

Charles stood outside the door and leaned slightly, "What should I call you, Lord Lich." ”

"My name is Prescott." The white-bearded old man still had a book in his hand, "I used to be a Grand Arcanist, but now I'm a lich. Unfortunately, I had to transform myself into a lich to keep myself alive, because no one wants to die in obscurity. ”

"Lich?"

The sailors retreated into the corner in shock. Even the female shaman's 'spirit spell' was pale.

Lich!

This is a famous monster, far more terrifying than a dragon. There are many posts about Lich sightings on the official website of Dawn, but the publishers of these posts, without exception, have suffered a curse far more painful than death, either losing their attributes or being in a state of weakness that is difficult to dispel.

"Lichs of the neutral or good camp, don't be afraid." Out of desperation, Charles can only comfort his sailors.

"How's it going, my academy isn't bad, right?" The lich Prescott came over with the book and sighed, "Those students and mentors, when the city fell, all died, but their souls did not enter the River Styx, at the beginning, the whole ruined city was full of tragically dead ghosts, after I woke up, after hundreds of years of experiments, I finally created a kind of soul purification circle to eliminate the anger of the ghosts......"

"So as you can see, this ruin is now very safe, not only in the academy area, but also in the ghosts that wander outside and do not attack the living indiscriminately." The old lich shrugged, "However, security is also relative, this ruined city can no longer withstand the second destruction, this is my home, so, for the saboteurs, I usually dismantle them......"

From the lich's bland statements, both Charles and the audience felt a strong sense of malice.

The good thing is that this malice is only for vandals!

Charles glanced at the female shaman's 'spirit spell' and pursed his lips, "Lord Prescott, about a year ago, a team of sandfolk explorers broke into your home, where is their leader?" ”

"Can I see your words as a transaction?"

The old lich narrowed his eyes like a cunning fox and smiled mysteriously.

"Deal?" Charles was mentally prepared, "What do you need?" ”

"I don't have anything I need." The old lich turned, "But, I want to experience the fun of the game......"

As he spoke, he casually pointed to one of the walls of the room, and a blue magic door appeared.

"Come here."

The old lich himself walked in first.

"Welcome to the Lich Garden Fair!"

The sailors follow Charles through the Magic Gate, but behind the door is a strange world.

Streamers and colorful balloons flutter in the sky, and the hot airship is a familiar image of the green-skinned goblins, and at this moment Charles and his sailors are standing on a stone platform floating in the air, and in front of them, a small stone road that twists and turns in series.

The stone slabs that make up the road are also overflowing with dazzling magical lights, flashing one after another.

Looking around the world, Charles and the audience have the illusion of being in an amusement park, when a group of winged goblins fly through the sky, laughing and chasing, and the cheerful sound fills the world.

"What the hell is this half-plane?" The corners of Charr's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but turn around and look at the laid-back Lich Prescott.

Is this old guy childlike? (To be continued.) )