Chapter 457 Lich

In the snowy night, there is no moon, and there are no fingers to reach.

The wind was so strong that the torch could not be lit, and the windproof oil lamp was dim, so the light did not shine far, and the effective field of vision was about ten or twenty meters. So when they saw this rock-made building, they were already within fifteen meters in front of them.

It's like it's suddenly 'swiped' out.

Looking at this unbeautiful, square-shaped large rock building, the caravan's owner and guide were a little stunned.

Size is a matter of comparison.

Roland is used to a super mall the size of one or two football fields in modern society, so the small rock house he built by himself is very small in his opinion.

After all, it is only about ten meters in length and width, and six meters in height. The area is only 100 square meters. Roland's own family has more than 300 square meters. He is a local, and it is normal for the house to be larger, and he is used to it.

Therefore, a house with only a hundred square meters is a bit small in his opinion, but if it is a single room, it is considered to be spacious.

But to the caravan people, the building is quite big.

The people of the caravan stopped in front of this rock house, and they looked at this strange building in the wilderness with some fear.

Because someone has walked around this rock building just now, and did not find any doors and windows, but there are a few round holes on the back side of the air vents, which seem to be used for ventilation.

A daring man took a hammer and slammed the bottom layer a few times. After a few dull echoes, only a few rock chips fell.

The perpetrator said in a muffled voice: "At least one meter thick, and very hard."

"This rock building should be formed by magic. It stands to reason that we should leave here, but..." Having said that, Wallace, the owner of the caravan, looked at the guide next to him: "McKenzie, tell me Honestly, can you take us to the next village in three hours?"

The guide was silent for a long time, and finally said with difficulty: "No!"

After saying this, his waist bent even more.

Because he knew that after saying these words, even if they could survive the snowstorm tonight, his reputation would be lost in the future. .

It's just that he thinks it's strange. He has been on the road back to the Frost Star Kingdom all his life, and he has made no mistakes. He can go home with his eyes closed, but why did he bring people here this time?

Totally don't understand what's going on.

Wallace looked gloomily at the guide, who lowered his head and dared not look back.

After a while, Wallace shouted hard at his back: "Everyone, listen, use this rock building as a shelter from the wind, hurry up and surround me with the rest point, whether you can survive or not depends on you all. Your own efforts."

Although the wind was loud, Wallace's voice still reached everyone's ears.

The guide said in a low voice, "Your Excellency Wallace, this building is a bit weird. Isn't it good for us to stay here."

"But it's better than continuing to lose your way in the wilderness, then being covered by the White Calamity and dying silently."

The guide sighed and stepped aside.

The caravan members immediately drove their horses and pushed their carts to the lee of the building, forming a semicircle.

Outside the trolley, a dozen horses were lying in the middle, each pack horse was covered with a thick thatched blanket to keep warm, and then more than 40 people hid in the innermost.

A ten-meter-wide, five-meter-high windshield is quite effective.

The forty people and horses were hardly blown by the strong night wind, but snowflakes fell on them from time to time.

Just shoot it off, it's better than being blown by the cold wind all night.

Wallace felt that if there were not too many surprises, they should be able to survive the cold night.

It is an unfortunate thing to get lost. The night wind in the Northland is too terrible. I don’t know how many caravans and how many people died in the night in the wilderness of the Northland because they did not arrive at the town or village in time.

But finding this safe haven is a great blessing in misfortune.

I just don't know what this strange building was built for?

No doors and windows, no need to go in and out?

While eating dry food, Wallace looked at the rock building in front of him and began to guess.

Roland was in the room and continued to browse the forum.

In fact, when these people first came, he knew it.

At the top of the tiny house, three colorless and transparent spiders the size of fingernails monitor their surroundings.

Spiders have basic darkvision, and their field of vision is quite large.

When the caravan didn't find the small rock house, Roland had already discovered them early.

Roland didn't care about these people relying on their small houses to shelter from the wind.

They obviously encountered some troubles, and let them take shelter from the wind and snow, and it is convenient for them to be with others, without having to do it themselves, why not do it.

But Roland didn't intend to provide more help. These people were obviously just afraid of the wind and snow.

Roland continued to browse the forum.

There are too many sand sculptures on the Internet, it is a source of joy, let alone a night, even if he spends a year, he will not feel bored.

Brushing and brushing, Roland whimpered.

In the picture returned by the magic spider, Roland found himself surrounded.

A group of white skeletons with rags on their bodies surrounded him... they should have surrounded them.

But the people in the caravan didn't know it yet.

Because the snowy night was too dark, their field of vision was too small.

Roland left the forum and stood up.

The magic spider continued to transmit the surrounding pictures.

There are many of these skeletons, like ocean waves, some with bare hands, but some with rusted weapons.

Roland also saw some ghosts with distorted faces floating behind the skeleton.

Necromancer, or Lich?

Although both of them can summon undead creatures to drive themselves, and the abilities of the two seem to be very similar, in essence, they are very different.

Necromancers are living people.

Liches are dead, and the same level of lich is much stronger than the necromancer.

Necromancers are 0.3 mages plus 0.7 summoners, while Liches are 0.8 mages plus 0.8 summoners.

Roland frowned, these skeletons and ghosts couldn't trap him, and he would leave after a space bubble jet, but... the people from that caravan would definitely not be able to leave.

In other words, the skeletons themselves should have come for this caravan.

The skeletons got closer and closer, getting closer and closer to the resting caravan, and soon it was less than 20 meters away.

Those ghosts who ignored the strong wind and floated in mid-air, "seeing" so many living people, couldn't help crying out in joy.

The cheering of the ghosts is a piercing screeching sound to normal human beings.

When everyone in the caravan heard the sound, they all jumped up, and then they looked at the darkness, full of little green lights, dangling quite frighteningly.

Someone lit the torch and threw it hard into the distance, and the sea of ​​​​skeletons appeared in front of these people.

Everyone screamed, many people took up weapons, but no one dared to rush up.

Allowing those skeletons to slowly press up, they could only instinctively step back. Even if the back of their bodies hit Roland's small rocky house, they would still step back subconsciously.

Feet slip on the ground.

Even with weapons in both hands, quite a few people began to cry.

For ordinary people, everything related to magic is impossible to resist.

Besides, those ghosts in the air... They traveled from south to north, and they heard bards singing the epic biography of knights in taverns all over the place. They knew that ghosts were such a thing, and pure physical attacks would not work at all.

Even if they could escape the group of skeletons, they could not escape the pursuit of ghosts.

They are dead.

The guide, McKenzie, had given up hope, sitting on the ground with his hands in his arms and crying.

Wallace's face was full of despair: "It turns out that this safe haven is just a bait to lure us here and let the undead devour our trap."

No wonder these people's will to resist is so low.

In this world, it is common sense that ordinary people cannot resist magic.

Wallace snorted and sat down on the ground with a gray face.

He also gave up resistance.

At this time, a voice sounded above their heads, and then a bright and dazzling light source appeared above their heads, and the three illuminating light spheres shone directly around them like daylight.

Everyone looked up and saw a young man wearing a blue magic robe standing on the top of the rock building.

"I don't want to carry this black pot."

Roland flicked his fingers, and the surrounding hard snow turned into a huge swamp. The slow-moving skeletons sank directly into the swamp, and the skeletons in the back stepped into the swamp one after another without any self-consciousness.

Dozens of ghosts rushed up screaming.

Ordinary people were rushed by these harsh screams, and all of them had a splitting headache, even if they covered their ears with their hands, it was of no use.

Roland stretched out his hand, and a chain of lightning hit the ghost that was at the forefront first, directly 'burning' it into a cloud of flying ashes, and then being driven away by the violent night wind.

Then the lightning jumped side by side, knocking seven ghosts into ash one after another before disappearing.

In addition to light and life magic, lightning magic and fire magic also have a good killing effect on undead creatures.

If it weren't for the fear of accidentally hurting the caravan below, Roland could take all these disgusting things away with a big fireball.

The eight ghosts were destroyed in an instant, and the skeletons on the periphery stopped immediately and stopped walking into the swamp.

Everyone in the caravan held their breath, they dared not make any moves.

For fear that if you move casually, you will be stared at.

It is not a good thing to be stared at by the people on the other side of the skeleton or by the magician at a high place behind.

But they understood that the magician at the back seemed to be helping them.

So they sincerely hope that the magician in the rear can win.

At this time, the swamp showed signs of freezing. Roland flicked his fingers, and the swamp became muddy again.

Then a ball of light moved forward quickly and flew behind the sea of ​​​​skeletons. Under the strong light, a specially dressed 'person' appeared in Roland's eyes.

This man was wearing a black magic robe, his hair was withered like grass, his cheeks were black and thin, without any moisture, like a mummified corpse.

His forehead was full of wrinkles, and even some of the skin was peeled off, and a white frontal bone could be seen.

As for the other body parts, they are all hidden in the black robe and cannot be seen clearly.

But just from here, it can be seen that this person is definitely a lich.

Roland also saw the 'blood bar' on top of his head, with a suffix at the back (elite creature LV9)

The guide suddenly widened his eyes and shouted in horror: "It's the Icefield Reaper... I know why we got lost, it's affecting us, it's the ghost it did!"

Hearing the guide's cry, the lich grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.

Then he looked at Roland provocatively, looking up and down, as if evaluating the activity of Roland's body.

Then his eyes gradually became hot.

PS: Because it is a chapter that was rushed out, it will be published before 12:00, so many typos have been revised again, which has caused unpleasant reading experience to brothers and sisters, I am very sorry.