Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

"You certainly know how to talk. A lich whose strength is close to legendary, what makes you think a sixth-tier hybrid black dragon can fight it?"

Alduin stared at Elunea and spoke slowly.

Elunea did not back down.

"Because you are a dragon." Her voice was clear and firm.

"Thanks to your firewall, you've blocked the spread of necromancy for half a year. And thanks to the lich, you've managed to develop safely under his nose until now without being eaten."

She looked up, and the reflection of the dragon was seen in her silver-gray eyes.

Alduin sneered, "You seem to know me quite well..."

His tone was unreadable, and his dark golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly as he stared intently at Elunea.

Elunea's eyes showed no fear or hesitation.

"On the run, I had plenty of time to make inquiries."

She said calmly, "Although our Silvermoon Elf clan is isolated from the world, our intelligence network in the Western Continent is far larger than you can imagine."

Auduin remained silent for a moment.

The elf was much smarter than he had expected.

She didn't simply feign weakness and beg for mercy, nor did she exaggerate his strength to flatter him; instead, she let the facts speak for themselves.

He did indeed stop the spread of necromancy, and the lich did not launch a direct attack.

But these alone are not enough.

"What you've described is all part of my strength," Alduin's voice turned cold, his dragon tail lightly slapping the ground behind him. "What does it have to do with you? Besides, what do you offer in exchange for my protection?"

Elunea took a deep breath.

She knew that the real negotiations were only just beginning.

"Information," she said, her fingers gripping her short staff tightly. "Information about that lich—its identity, its purpose, its plans—this information is priceless to you."

"Go on."

Elunea raised her head, her silver-grey eyes filled with hatred.

"That lich is not a creature of this continent. It comes from the northern wastelands of the dead. It is an ancient being that has been wandering for thousands of years. It was once a human mage who transformed into a lich in pursuit of immortality."

She paused, her voice turning low: "But it soon discovered that the lich's body had a fatal flaw."

Auduin didn't speak, but a look of realization flashed in his eyes.

In his lineage, liches that are not born naturally but are transformed using forbidden magic do indeed have great flaws.

The next moment, Elunea stated it bluntly.

"Although the lich gained immortality, necromantic magic would constantly erode its soul, causing it to gradually lose its mind and eventually become a mindless undead monster. To avoid this fate, it searched for thousands of years and finally found a way..."

"Use the Moon Soul to forge the Life Box."

Alduin's dragon eyes flickered slightly.

"So it came to the Sunken Basin and found you Silvermoon Elves."

"Yes." Elunea's voice trembled, her hatred almost overflowing.

"It killed more than three hundred of our Silver Moon Elf clan members, and now only we remain. The Moon Spring has dried up, and the Moon Soul has been taken away. It wants to use the power of the Moon Soul to stabilize its own constantly disintegrating soul."

Auduin frowned slightly.

"Are you kidding me?" His voice was icy.

"Lunar magic is naturally effective against the undead; this is basic common sense. Using lunar souls is nothing short of suicide."

Elunea shook her head, her silver-grey eyes unwavering. She gripped her short staff tightly and slowly revealed the truth about the Moon Soul.

"You do not understand the essence of the Moon Soul. It is not an ordinary crystal of moonlight, but the very foundation of my Silver Moon Elf clan. Since the birth of our clan, we have been protected by the divine power of the moonlight and nourished by the moon spring within our clan for thousands of years, condensing a unique wisp of moon spirit, which is the Moon Soul."

"The soul of every Silvermoon Elf is bound to it. It is hidden in the Moon Spring, the source of our power, and the anchor of our souls. It is extremely pure and has the constant power of moonlight. It can purify all evil and the corruption of the dead, and firmly lock the origin of the soul, so that it will never collapse and will always remain clear-headed."

Elunea's voice was filled with endless sorrow and resentment.

"The casket of an ordinary lich is made of mortal materials and can only lock up the remnant soul, but cannot stop the necromancy from eroding the soul. After a thousand years, the lich's soul is already on the verge of collapse."

What it valued was the Moon Soul's purity, stability, and ability to resist the corrosive influence of the undead; it wanted to refine it into the core of its new Life Box.

After a moment of silence, Alduin understood what Elunea meant.

That lich wanted both immortality and a pure soul, so it used the power of the moon spirit to lock its soul in a casket, thus achieving both eternal life and maintaining its sanity.

What an extremely greedy guy...

He narrowed his eyes, pondering to himself, and finally understood why the lich had targeted him.

The process of a lich crafting a life casket and achieving legendary status involves four steps, none of which can be omitted.

The first step is to find the core, that is, the treasure that can bear and stabilize the soul; ordinary materials are simply not worth using.

The second step is to select a container, which is the life box itself, to protect the core, isolate it from external forces, and conceal its aura.

The third step is to separate one's own soul and inject it into the core, thus sealing it completely.

The fourth step is to complete the final ritual, under specific celestial phenomena, by offering a massive number of living beings' souls as sacrifices to completely bind the life box, core, and one's own soul.

Once all four steps are completed, it can overcome its limitations, ascend to legend, and become a truly flawless legendary lich.

This is the legendary path and trials of the lich.

Judging from the description given by the silver moon elf in front of him, the lich had already completed the first step and should still be in the second step.

It's probably targeting its own dragon body that it's eyeing.

Since the Moon Soul Core's attributes are anchoring and purification, the materials used must not conflict with these two points, and must be able to withstand the dual power of the Moon Soul and necromantic magic. Ordinary iron, bone fragments, and even arcane crystals simply cannot do this.

Dragons are an extremely powerful race on the continent, both in body and soul. Their scales are tough and indestructible, their bones contain eternal and stable dragon laws, and their marrow is imbued with pure vitality, perfectly capable of bearing the pure anchoring power of the moon soul without clashing with lunar magic, thus protecting the core of the moon soul.

Therefore, the body of a dragon is the best choice for crafting a life box.

The lich's reluctance to attack him was not out of fear, but rather because he was secretly preparing, consolidating the Moon Soul he had seized while waiting for the most opportune moment to strike.

Once the lich has gathered the core and the vessel, the subsequent soul sealing and sacrificial rituals will naturally follow.

At that time, his territory will become a dead zone.

Alduin's dark golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and a cold dragon's might unconsciously spread from his body, making everyone breathless.

So that's how it is. From the very beginning, he was actually caught in the lich's scheme.