Chapter 455 - You Dare to Take Advantage of a Lich (1/2)

A lich could rob someone else of their body. All they needed to do was drive away the original soul, or tear it apart.

However, the bodies possessed by a lich would usually die in two years.

After all, dark magic power was lethal for regular creatures.

A lich could also exist as a soul, but they were very vulnerable in the soul state. Without the protection of a sh.e.l.l, the damage from mental spells would increase significantly.

Therefore, most liches would change their sh.e.l.ls frequently.

The sh.e.l.ls were expendable for them, but there were exceptions. If they ran into excellent sh.e.l.ls that were vigorous and talented, they would try to seize the sh.e.l.ls and maintain them well, so that the sh.e.l.ls could be used longer.

Roland’s body was very vigorous, and he was also a Mage.

The players had higher stats growth than regular NPCs did in the first place. Their Const.i.tution growth was five by nature even if they didn’t add any points to Const.i.tution.

Also, Roland’s maximal health was improved for his achievement of first completion of an epic quest. It was further improved by the G.o.ddess of Magic’s favor. Now, Roland had as much health as that of an agile Warrior of his level.

His vitality and his capacity for magic power were both very high.

Roland’s body was a rare container for the lich, one it had never seen. His magnificent vitality was almost overflowing, not to mention his terrifying magic power.

If the lich could steal the body, it would be perfect as a container.

This lich would do anything it could to maintain the vigorousness of such a body.

A good body was to a lich what an epic weapon was to a Warrior.

Roland sensed the maliciousness in the lich’s eyes, which gave him gooseb.u.mps.

He instantly snapped his fingers, and the swamp rose into a rock wall and protected the caravan.

Hardly had he done that when the lich’s nasty voice, which sounded like rubbing iron plates, came through the fierce wind. “You’re very strong, but you can’t escape. n.o.body can break through a lich’s army of the undead unless they can fly. However, even a wind-cla.s.s Mage can’t fly far in such a strong wind. Let’s make a deal. I can spare this caravan as long as you leave…”

Roland snapped his finger and suddenly vanished.

The lich was stunned at first. Then, it was greatly shocked.

While jumping aside, it quickly established a magic s.h.i.+eld.

But it was too late. A miaodao of pure fire had cut through the lich’s head.

Several seconds later, the lich’s head fell to the ground. At the same time, all the skeletons crumbled into pure bone, and the remaining ghosts screamed and ran away into the deep night.

Staring at Roland with his head that had already fallen on the ground, the lich struggled to say, “You’re good at spatial spells?”

Roland waved and sheathed his miaodao. He came to the head and observed it for a moment, only to see no waves that suggested the escape of the soul. He didn’t really know what was going on, so he said, “Yes, so what?”

“No wonder you didn’t escape.” The lich heaved a sigh, and its voice weakened. “Then why don’t we make peace with each other?”

This lich’s reaction was understandable. A Mage capable of spatial spells could barely be killed!

Many people knew that Dimensional Anchor could stop spatial magic from being activated.

But the problem was that Dimensional Anchor was itself a type of spatial magic. So, one could only use spatial magic to cope with spatial magic.

Spatial magic was so hard that it was only slightly less difficult than causal magic.

While Roland had posted the teleportation spells to the forum, only O’Neal had picked up Teleportation, and he was working on Long-Distance Teleportation.

Even the players found spatial magic hard, not to mention local Mages who weren’t as smart as players on average.

“Why should we make peace?” Roland lit up a fire on his finger.

“You can protect the caravan for now, but you can’t protect them forever.” The lich’s head spoke in a lower and lower voice. “If we make peace, I won’t do anything to them anymore, and we can talk about things that are more important.”

Uninterested, Roland simply burned the lich’s head to ashes with the magic flames.

Then, he flashed back to the rooftop of the rock building and looked down at the caravan below.

A bunch of people were standing below. Most of them didn’t have the courage to raise their heads.

Wallace was the only person who looked up to Roland. Holding back his fear, he bowed respectfully and said, “Esteemed Mage, thank you for your rescue. We’ll never forget it. May I ask if we can stay here? If we go out, we will all be killed by the blizzard.”

“Yes!” Roland nodded.

The rock wall had almost blocked all the cold wind, so the caravan didn’t have to hide behind the rocky building anymore.

The low temperature wasn’t dreadful. It could be weathered through with thick clothes. What was dreadful was low temperature plus crazy wind.

Receiving Roland’s permission, they were all greatly relieved and delighted, but none dared to say anything.

Gazing at them for a moment, Roland asked, “How on earth did you get lost in this place?”

“We must’ve been lured here with magic by the Tundra Reaper.” McKenzie volunteered to stand up and said, “It’s said that he shows up every two months and disappears after reaping the lives of a couple of caravans.”

“Then you’d better be careful. If possible, don’t travel for business in the next year. He must be resentful of you. Liches usually won’t show up in cities. You’d better look after your life first before you attempt to make money.”