454 The Lich (2/2)

Though they could all summon undead creatures, and their abilities seemed similar, they were essentially very different.

The necromancers were alive, and the liches were dead.

Besides, liches were much more powerful than necromancers of the same level.

Necromancers were thirty percent Mages plus seventy percent Summoners, while liches were eighty percent Mages plus eighty percent Summoners.

Roland frowned. Those skeletons and ghosts were no trouble for him, but he didn't think that the caravan could escape.

Or rather, those skeletons were here precisely for the caravan.

The skeletons got closer and closer to the resting caravan. Soon, they were no more than twenty meters away.

The ghosts who were floating in midair ignoring the strong wind exclaimed in joy when they saw so many living people.

The ghosts' exclamations of joy were earsplitting screams in the ears of normal human beings.

Hearing the noises, everybody in the caravan stood up. They all screamed upon seeing the purple fire in the eyes of the skeletons around them.

Many of them picked up their weapons, but none dared to charge forward.

While those skeletons slowly pressed forward, they retreated instinctively and didn't stop even though their backs had hit Roland's rock house.

Many people began to cry with their weapons in their hands.

For ordinary people, everything about magic was unbeatable.

Besides, the ghosts in midair… Having traveled in lots of places, they had heard the bards' performances in many taverns, and they knew that physical attacks didn't work on ghosts.

They couldn't get away from the ghosts even if they could escape from the skeletons.

They were already doomed.

McKenzie, the guide, had already given up. He sat on the ground and cried while holding his head.

Wallace was desperate. ”So, this shelter was just bait to lure us here. It's a trap for the specters to eat us.”

Their lack of resistance was understandable.

It was common sense in this world that ordinary people couldn't resist magic.

Wallace chuckled and fell on the ground with a grim face.

He gave up resistance too.

At this moment, a noise burst out above them, followed by a dazzling source of light. Three luminous balls illuminated the environment as bright as day.

They raised their heads, only to see a young man standing on the rooftop of the rock building in a blue magic robe.

”I certainly don't want to be blamed for that.”

Roland snapped his fingers, and the hardened snowy ground nearby was turned into a swamp. The slow skeletons sank in the swamp, and those behind them continued moving forward without any awareness.

The dozens of ghosts screeched and lunged forward.

The ordinary people all had a strong headache after hearing the ear-splitting noises. They covered their ears with their hands, but it didn't help.

Roland extended his finger and hit the first ghost with Lightning Chain, burning it to ashes that were blown away by the night wind.

Then, the Lightning Chain jumped and obliterated another seven ghosts before it disappeared.

Apart from the spells in the classes of light and life, the lightning spells and the fiery ones were quite destructive to undead creatures too.

If he weren't worried that he might accidentally hurt the caravan, Roland could easily kill all the disgusting creatures with a huge fireball.

Now that the eight ghosts were annihilated, the skeletons at the edge stopped walking into the swamp.

Everybody in the caravan held their breaths, not daring to move at all.

They feared that they might draw attention if they moved.

It wouldn't be a good thing whether they caught the attention of the skeletons or that of the Mage behind them.

But they knew that the Mage behind them seemed to be on their side.

So, they sincerely hoped that the Mage could win.

At this moment, the swamp was about to be frozen again. Roland snapped his finger and turned it muddy.

Then, a luminous ball was quickly pressed to the back of the ocean of skeletons, illuminating a ”person” in special clothes for Roland.

The person was wearing a black magic robe. His hair was as dry as withered grasses, and his cheeks were absolutely flat. He looked like a corpse.

His forehead was full of wrinkles. Even the skin had been worn off, exposing the white frontal bone.

As for his other body parts, they were all hidden in the black robe and couldn't be seen clearly.

However, judging from his appearance, it was clear that the person was a lich.

Roland even saw the health bar above his head, followed by a suffix: ”LV9 Elite Creature.”

The guide suddenly screamed with his eyes widened, ”It's a Tundra Reaper! I know why we got lost! This creature influenced us!”

Hearing the guide's scream, the lich grinned and showed its yellow teeth.

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

After that, his eyes filled with passion.