The young man's suddenly raised voice reached Fang Plover's ears through the Clockwork Fairy's communication crystal, causing a buzz in his ears.
Fang Yu frowned, tilted his head, and then took the sound transmission crystal slightly away from his ear. Some cheap sound transmission crystals are not good at this place. They capture the sound source intact and amplify it, without any protection measures.
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Fortunately, he reacted beforehand and lowered his voice, otherwise he might have perforated his eardrum.
In Fang Yu's field of vision, the young man seemed to be struggling to stand up, but a pair of pale bone hands pressed tightly behind him. Behind him was a black swordsman, with two groups of red light above his rugged skull.
Flashing, he stood solemnly with his sword on his back.
The undead wizard, or rather the messenger of the Dragon Worship Cult who Fang Plover had met once in Dolifen, was spreading his hands, pretending to be helpless and saying: "Don't put it in such a bad way, this is an exchange, gentlemen and ladies, you and I agree.
...You know so much, how can you let me let you go? As you can see, I am not a good person, so of course I will not do good things for no reason..."
He held a curved skull staff and walked back and forth in the snow while looking at these people: "But if you show your worth, or if you satisfy me, maybe I will let you go."
you……"
It's just that he seemed sincere, but the selectors were not fools either. Their hearts sank a little, knowing that the other party had bad intentions.
The young man was silent for a moment, as if he had made some decision, and then he asked: "But that thing under the Castle of Arms, how can we survive in front of it?"
Fang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.
The word 'Underground of Elmaor Castle' made him pay more attention. He knew very well what was in 'Underground of Elmao Castle'. Apart from the strange shadows and vampires, the only thing left was the lich.
But there is only one monster and one vampire, and the plural and singular expressions in the Corin-Ithurian language are clearly distinct. He clearly heard that the other party used 'it' instead of 'they'.
A possibility flashed through his mind. Could it be that what the other party was looking for was the lich he had encountered before? Indeed, in this world, apart from necromancers and corpse witches, only lichs are probably the most proficient in the undead.
It's witchcraft.
But why is the Dragon Cult looking for a lich?
Fang Yu couldn't help but hold his breath, vaguely feeling that he had caught it.
Through the sight of the clockwork goblin, he looked at the Dragon Worship Cult messenger who was shaking his head: "Of course you can't stop it, but you don't need to stop it. Don't you have that thing, 'system', that's what you call it?"
Right?"
The messenger's eyes swept over everyone in the snow: "Just choose a few people to go down and let them send the information back. You are a team, right? In this case, you should not let some people serve as other people in the team.
Make a sacrifice?”
He pointed at the young man and smiled cruelly: "You choose people, let some people die, and the rest can live."
The young man was silent for only a moment, then raised his head and raised his chest: "How can I trust that you won't go back on your word?"
Fang Plover's clockwork fairy could clearly see in this direction. When the young man said this, he quietly made a gesture behind his back. And the girl whose ID was "Qiangwei" should also have caught this gesture in his eyes.
But he secretly yelled something bad.
This young man obviously does not know much about this level of necromancers. Necromancers will learn a skill called 'Psychic Eyes' around level 20, which allows them to perceive everything happening around them through the undead.
This skill can take effect within three or four kilometers, but it cannot penetrate obstacles such as walls. In this open and empty snow field, the opponent should have a clear view of the young man's little movements, but they pretend to know nothing about it.
Only then did Fang Plover pull up his goggles. Before, he had only been somewhat interested in the troll named Shankok and the undead wizard boss. But at this moment, Fang Plover really became serious.
Because both the death of Attila's brother and the mystery left behind by the Dragon Witch incident in Dolifen can be said to be inseparable from the Dragon Cult. Among the Dragon Cults active in Dolifen at that time
, at least this 'messenger' should be one of the core members.
He didn't expect to meet the other person in this place. But of course, Fang Pliance would not let go of such a chance.
He looked at the few people waiting for his news in the secret passage and said, "How about it, have you decided? Are you going to work with me?"
Several people glanced at each other in the darkness.
After the previous battle, they were completely convinced that Fang Plover was a senior adventurer. However, being a senior adventurer did not mean that he could take on a level 25 boss alone, not to mention that none of them had much fighting ability.
Besides a naturalist lady as an assistant, the other party only had a cat.
Cats naturally have little fighting power, and although the profession of naturalist is powerful, this little lady is too young and does not look like she is very powerful.
Can one person really deal with a lord-level necromancer?
A few people are not quite convinced about this.
The little fat man asked doubtfully: "If possible, of course we want to save the group leader and Sister Qiangwei, but do you really have a way to deal with the undead wizard?"
Fang Yu shook his head bluntly: "...Of course it won't work if we add that troll outside. But if the other party enters this secret passage alone and we preset the battlefield, it won't be possible."
"But why let him enter this secret passage alone? The boss is not a fool?"
"He's not a fool, but we can find a way." Fang Pliong looked at them and said, "I need your help, but there may be some risks."
"How to help?"
"A person needs to go out and report the news, but there is no guarantee that the person who goes out will die at the hands of the undead wizard."
"Let me do it." The archer was the first to stand up. The Chosen are not afraid of death, but at certain times, they do take Xinghui more lightly than the natives, especially when death is valuable.
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After all, even if you really leave Aitaria, you are actually just returning to your own world.
But Fang Yu glanced at him and shook his head: "You can't do it. You are too calm and can easily be seen. I need someone with more realistic acting skills..." He looked at the priestess, who was frightened.
Jumping, some of the beautiful faces are eclipsed.
Fang Yu shook his head again. This young lady's acting skills were lifelike, but she could easily make mistakes if she was too nervous. He finally looked at the little fat man, pointed at him and said: "Little fat man, come here."
The little fat man had a bitter look on his face. He wasn't really scared, but he was a little depressed and said: "...I'm not called little fat."
"Then what's your name?"
Fang Plover is really curious about this.
But the little fat man shook his head: "Forget it, just call it that. You're used to it anyway... So what should I do?"
So Fang Yu waved to him and motioned for him to come over. The little fat man looked curious, but after only listening for a while, he couldn't help but said in a voiceless voice: "...Witch, lich?"
In the dark secret passage, his voice suddenly became louder, causing several others to look in this direction curiously.
The little fat man quickly shut up.
But Fang Yu didn't care. He was only so careful to cover up some of his tricks later, but he didn't mind leaking the information from the messenger. He just nodded: "In short, just do as I say.
That’s it, do you understand?”
The little fat man thought for a moment, but still had some questions: "Okay...it's not difficult, but is it really effective...?"
"Nothing is guaranteed in this world," Fang Plover replied: "But you have to give it a try. If it doesn't work, just turn around and run away. There won't be more losses, right?"
The latter thought it was reasonable and nodded. Although everyone else was a little curious about Fang Plover's plan, they didn't ask any more questions when they saw it.
However, after Xiaopang left alone, Fang Plover confirmed the terrain ahead with a few people. He learned that there was an open area ahead, so he decided to use it as an ambush site and led everyone to set up.
There is a somewhat open mine tunnel, which was originally supposed to be a crossroads, but due to the landslide, only one tunnel remained. There were abandoned railway tracks laid on the gray soil, so rusty that the original color could hardly be seen.
This place is quite open, much wider than the previous underground cave. Fang Plover checked it and found that it met his needs.
He asked others to take care of some side work, while he set up some gadgets here and there. After Fang Plover prepared every piece of work, he finally summoned the Mirror Imager construct.
However, he stared blankly at the half-human-tall construct for a while, but encountered a little trouble. Although the Mirror Imager construct could store a third simulacrum in the settings, the simulacrum was not imagined out of thin air.
, which requires scanning the original body.
The scanning process is not long, but it can't be completed in an instant. Moreover, Fang Yu has no place to find the lich now and persuade him to cooperate with him to complete the simulacra work.
He thought for a while and decided to support himself. So he found the priestess who was about the same height as the lich among the people, and said to him as soon as he opened his mouth: "Please take off your clothes."
"ah?"
The priestess suddenly blushed and glared at Fang Plover. She didn't react for a long time, so she didn't slap him in the face.
Only then did Fang Yu realize that his request was a bit too abrupt, and his face turned red. Fortunately, no one noticed in the dark, so his pretended image of a master was not exposed.
He quickly clenched his fist and coughed, then changed his words and said, "Sorry, I just want to borrow your robe."
Only then did the priestess react.
Fortunately, she was quite reasonable, and after explaining the misunderstanding, she graciously took off her robe and handed it to Fang Plover.
Fang Yu picked up the robe and threw it to the ground, wiped it repeatedly in the dust, stepped on it a few more times, picked it up and tore a few slits; and under the murderous gaze of the priestess, he took off the amethyst undead staff from behind.
Give it back to the other party together
The height of the priestess is roughly the same as that of the lich, her body is thin and she wears a robe similar to that of the other person. Plus, she has an amethyst staff. Although there may be some differences in details, it should not be that big in a dark environment.
Easy to distinguish.
While Fang Yu recorded this scene with the mirror imager's projection component, he also saw his communication crystal glowing slightly in the dark environment.
The sender is none other than Alyssa.
Alyssa: "...Dear captain, we are behind Elmao Castle. Where is the mine?"
Obviously this question was in response to the information he had previously conveyed.
Fang Yu took a look and casually entered a coordinate: "Be careful."
"clear."
"By the way," Alyssa suddenly mentioned: "We have found Ms. Kuisu's son."
"How about it?"
"It's hard to explain in words," Alyssa sent a string of ellipsis: "I'll tell you later, Captain."
Fang Yu had a vague premonition, but he didn't ask.
He only glanced at the darkness ahead. Everything was ready here, just waiting for news from the little fat man.
…
outside the mine
The messenger looked at the young man and was silent for a moment.
The north wind was crossing the mountains, making a whining sound over the distant fir forest. The former raised his head again, and the gloomy sky was reflected in his field of vision. The sky was getting darker, and the blood thistle woodland seemed to be entering twilight.
After a while, he turned around and suddenly asked an irrelevant question:
"Do you know the relationship between slaves and slave owners?"
Everyone in the snow was stunned.
But the other party obviously didn't really ask the question, but said to himself: "In your world, I heard that this system is just a term in history. But in places like Aitaria and Cape San Juan,
Slavery is still real.”
"In the city-states and manors there, this ancient relationship is still maintained today; it's just that unlike many people's imagination, the life of slaves is actually pretty good. In addition to not having personal freedom, slave owners will not treat their slaves easily.
Anyone can be beaten and killed..."
The messenger planted the skull staff in his hand on the ground. "Do you think it's a little weird?"
Without waiting for anyone else to reply, he spoke to himself: "Actually, it's normal. Slave owners regard slaves as talking tools. So since they are tools, they are his personal property. So how can a person miss this opportunity?"
What if you have trouble with your own property for no reason...?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed it at the young man not far away.
The young man broke away from the black swordsman behind him and grabbed his sword on the ground. However, he was shocked when he saw the action of the undead wizard. He seemed to want to retreat, but it was too late. He was hit by a black light shot from the opponent's hand.
Hit the chest and flew away.
"Captain!"
Everyone was shocked.
The messenger didn't change his expression, and then pointed his finger in another direction. The girl in that direction was also breaking away from the black swordsman behind her, turned over, grabbed her weapon, and stood up. But then she realized that the young man had fallen first.
I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, a little confused.
The messenger only held his hand, and the girl suddenly groaned, grabbed her throat with both hands, and fell to her knees tremblingly.
Then she spit out a mouthful of blood.
Blood stains stand out in the snow
The messenger raised his hand and waved it down. The black swordsman behind the girl raised his sword and shot out a bloody arrow. Her eyes widened with unblinking eyes, and her beautiful head rolled to the ground and rolled away far away.
Then, together with her body, it gradually turned into dots of white light.
"Sister Qiangwei!"
The remaining people's eyes were splitting when they saw this scene. They couldn't hold it back anymore, and they roared and prepared to fight for their lives.
But the two highest-ranking people in the team had no power to resist in front of the Necromancer, let alone them? The messenger remained motionless, and under his orders, the black swordsmen behind these people turned their sword hilts upside down and killed them one by one.
Smashed to the ground.
The latter then walked towards the young man. The young man was shaking his head and getting up from the ground. He subconsciously grabbed the sword behind him, but before his hand could touch the hilt, he was stepped on his back and buried in the snow.
The messenger raised the skull staff in his hand and thrust it in with a cold face.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The pointed tail of the skull stick was inserted into the back of the young man's hand, and veins sprouted on the latter's forehead. He raised his head and let out a miserable howl like a beast.
The messenger then buried himself down, grabbed the other person's hair, and pulled it up from the snow. He said softly: "...Slave owners usually treat their tools well, but there are exceptions when they are disobedient and even plan to escape.
when……"
"do you understand?"
"You will be my tool honestly, and I will treat you well. I am a bad person, but I am not a madman. I will gain nothing by killing you. I know that all of you Holy Chosen Ones are pretentious, but sometimes,
You have to face reality, right?"
The young man almost rolled his eyes in pain.
But after hearing this, he still gritted his teeth and groaned: "Don't even think about it..."
The messenger shrugged and didn't take it seriously: "I have many ways to make you submit, but I don't believe that all of you are tough." He pulled out his cane, glanced at the other party's bloody palm, and was about to give orders to his undead.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt something, stopped and turned around, looking in the direction of the mine entrance.
And there, a little fat soldier ran out out of breath. Before he had time to see the situation outside clearly, he shouted: "It's not good, captain! There is a lich under the mine. Others
Everyone was caught by it!"
He suddenly stopped and saw clearly the scene in the snow
The little fat man blinked his eyes, looked at the young man who fell on the ground, and the body of the girl who was gradually disappearing. He stopped for a moment, and then took a breath of air. At that moment, there was only anger boiling in his heart, and he shouted: "I
Fuck it, I’ll fight you damn hard!”
He had already thrown Fang Plover's advice out of the sky, drew out his long sword and rushed towards the undead wizard.
But it was this look that attracted the attention of the messenger. "Lich?" The latter looked in that direction and suddenly shouted an order: "Shankok, catch him, keep him alive, don't kill him!"
There was a low roar in the forest.
The little fat man stopped and realized what good thing he had done. He raised his head tremblingly, and suddenly realized that there was a "big mountain" in front of him.
