"Bandel!"
The people from the Shrine of Dreams, who were surrounded by the vines, seemed to be the only ones who could fight back.
However, they were also in a very sorry state.
Ma Wen could feel that the special vines were constantly absorbing his life force, but the process was very slow. With his Legendary Physique, he could probably last a hundred years.
But what was more serious was that the vines had other powers attached to them.
This feeling was similar to when they encountered the mysterious voice in the suburbs of Saint Light City.
It was as if a large invisible lock had locked their bodies, making it difficult for them to move.
Of course, Ma Wen still had a way to escape, but now was not the right time.
"Bandel? Why does this name sound so familiar? This Lich's name is Bandel? "
Ma Wen held his breath and carefully listened to the conversation between the two.
The mage shouted, "Go!"
"The Suicide Vines cannot kill me. My true body will be resurrected in the shrine. But your evil deeds here will be known by the great God of Dreams. He will not forgive you."
"It's not too late to hand over the Chilling Grip and send us away!"
The Lich sneered, "Of course I know you are immortal. But the resurrected you will not be the same as you now, right? "
"If I'm not mistaken, you've never died before. After dying once, you've truly become a puppet of the gods."
"Do you want to have a taste of that?"
The mage's expression immediately turned ugly.
He looked at the Lich angrily, "Why can you activate the Wilderness Shrine and the Autumn Hunting Ground? Why do the Suicide Vines listen to your commands? "
The Lich shrugged, "As a spectator, you have too many questions."
"Look, the others are much more obedient than you. I said that I am very fair. I will not treat you differently just because you are one of the God of Dreams. "
"Just give up and surrender. My patience is limited, and the patience of the great teacher is even more limited … "
At this point, the vines that were besieging the mages suddenly went berserk and launched a frenzied attack.
Countless sharp thorns shot out. Even though the mage himself had cast several powerful magic spells to defend himself, one of the templar warriors was still caught off guard and was pierced through!
The scene was simply too horrible to look at.
The Legendary powerhouses who were hung on the ceiling gasped in horror.
They had never been so depressed before.
Like the Autumn Hunting Ground, this palace suppressed their legendary laws, and they fell into an unprecedented struggle.
However, compared to the group of people fighting below, their treatment was much better.
At least he wasn't turned into a sieve by those terrifying vines!
Ma Wen's expression turned ugly.
He could sense the Lich's power.
His power did not seem to be affected by this place, and he could still use the legendary laws freely.
The Jade Demoness seemed to be the same.
What are these green vines? Suicide Vine. This name sounded very ordinary. Could it be that there was some mystery behind it?
At this moment, the Winter Assassin's voice rang in his ears.
"The Suicide Vine is a clone of the God of Wilderness!"
"Legend has it that after the fall of the God of Wilderness, there were still hidden seeds of resurrection. These seeds are buried in these Suicide Vines."
"The reason why you people were deprived of the legendary laws is because the Suicide Vines carry the power of the God of Wilderness. He has the authority of the ancient laws, so he can easily erase your domain power. In essence, you are in the divine kingdom of a god! Unless you have his permission, the legendary domain is basically covered! "
Ma Wen instantly understood.
Although the God of Wilderness had not been resurrected, these Suicide Vines, as his clones, seemed to have some power.
This power was of an extremely high level, and had the same authority as the divine laws. It was difficult for legendary laws to be effective under this kind of suppression.
And the Lich himself was not affected, probably because the Suicide Vines had given him extra authority!
"Damn, he just mentioned the word [Mentor] … This guy, could he be the disciple of the God of Wilderness?"
Ma Wen suddenly remembered the adventurer team he joined before entering the snow mountain. He heard them mention something similar.
"I'm afraid so."
The Winter Assassin's voice also seemed a little dignified. "Your decision just now was right. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to gain anything if we fight head-on."
"Damned witch, deceiving me once again. She clearly said that the God of Wilderness would not resurrect. "
"But looking at the appearance of these Suicide Vines, the consciousness of the God of Wilderness has begun to awaken!"
Ma Wen's heart thumped.
This time, he felt that it was really not going well.
The God of Wilderness was a famous evil god in ancient times. If he really resurrected, how many of the legendary warriors present could escape?
He silently asked the Winter Assassin to inform Isabelle that if there was a chance to escape later, it would be better to escape first.
He knew that Isabelle had a unique talent. If not for this talent, the Winter Assassin would not have let her enter the Wilderness Temple.
There were very few places that could control her.
…
"Ah!"
The fierce battle below continued. But the people of the Dream Temple seemed to be unable to hold on any longer.
Under the continuous attack of these ferocious green vines, another warrior of the Temple of the Gods died.
The Mage's face turned green.
These were the elites of the Dream Temple of Holy Light City, the true mainstay.
Not only did they not see the shadow of the Grasp of Cold Light, but they also encountered the clone of the God of Wilderness. This was completely different from what the oracle said!
He tried to communicate with the god he believed in, but he did not get any effect.
The Lich's gaze made his heart cold.
He did not want to die, not in the hands of a bunch of vines.
So the next second, he gritted his teeth and shouted.
"Bandel!"
"I have a proposal!"
The Lich sneered. "Oh? Let's hear it? "
The Mage took a deep breath. "You don't really want to offend the God of Dreams, do you?"
The Lich replied indifferently, "You want me to let you go?"
"The Dream Temple owes you a favor for this."
The Mage looked at the two remaining temple warriors in front of him, and the equally disheveled Paladin Griffin, and smiled bitterly.
"You win. We give up the Grasp of Cold Light. As long as you let us go, the Dream Temple will not hold you accountable. "
The Lich's soul fire flickered a few times, and no one knew what he was thinking.
However, the attack of the vines did slow down.
"To be honest, I'm not afraid of offending the God of Dreams." As soon as the Lich spoke, the Mage's heart sank. But the next second, his tone suddenly changed.
"But it's better not to offend the gods, isn't it?"
"I can let you go safely."
"But one of you is a sacrifice that my master personally chose. Her flesh and blood are very tempting … She must stay!"
The Mage was stunned. "Her? Who? "
The lich pointed his finger at the sweating Saint Samurai Griffin … the little girl behind him!
Griffin's expression changed drastically.
"That little girl. She's very different. "
The Lich chuckled. "She has a considerable treasure on her. Although it's covered by the curse, it can't escape the God of Wilderness's nose."
He raised his withered chin. "She must stay. You can take the rest. "
The Mage glanced at Griffin and decided without hesitation.
"Deal!"
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