"The Lich is the Lord of the Undead, immortal, and a Death Knight will follow him wherever he travels......"

Murphy silently recited this sentence from the Handbook of the Dead, and his heart was full of turmoil.

"In other words, there's a strong chance there's a lich around here!" Murphy's mouth twitched, and his body shivered.

This is not good news, even the Death Knight can only be killed in an instant in front of the Lich.

Any lich has at least the strength of a sixth-level great mage, and they are all great people who stand at the top of the pyramid during their lifetimes, because they pursue immortality to win the pitiful transformation success rate.

If one out of every 100 converters succeeds, the success rate is already high.

However, even if the success rate is low, more than 100 lichs have been born over the course of tens of thousands of years.

Each of them had human blood on their hands and were literally dead.

While Murphy was thinking, the space between the two Death Knights suddenly collapsed, shattered, and turned into the shape of a door.

"Hmm~ the aroma of the soul!" a shrill sound like glass grinding came from inside the door.

Then a skeleton stepped out of the door, bringing out an extremely cold aura, and a tall figure loomed.

I saw that the skeletal figure that stepped out of the door was wearing a golden silk robe, which covered a large amount of dead air, wearing a golden crown and holding a golden staff, the top of which was inlaid with a crystal skull.

There was a faint blue soul fire dancing in his eye sockets, as if he could freeze a person into an ice sculpture with a single glance.

He glanced at the people in front of him, and everyone he looked at felt a chill from the depths of their souls.

His eyes were fixed on Murphy, as he was the best equipped and could easily guess that he was the leader of the team.

The moment he was stared at by the lich, Murphy only felt that his breathing had stopped, his brain went blank, and his soul seemed to be sucked away by the dancing blue soul fire.

"You're Murphy?" the lich said in a bad tone, and his haughty tone and demon-bitten voice made Murphy extremely uncomfortable.

"No... That's right. Murphy replied with difficulty opening his mouth.

Suddenly, all the horses fell to their knees under the pressure of coercion, including the skeleton horses of the two death knights.

"I don't like anyone taller than me except Lord Hesulissos. The lich snorted, releasing a hint of coercion before heading towards Murphy.

Murphy was directly shocked by this coercion, and couldn't move at all, and could only watch the lich walk towards him step by step.

"Your soul is so delicious!" the lich opened his mouth and exhaled a cold breath, even bringing out a few ice ballasts.

It's cold, and at this time Murphy only has this one thought in his heart.

After all, this lord is a soul eater, and this time he can't even wear souls.

"You're the outsider that Master Jesulissos said you were?" a middle-aged man's voice sounded in Murphy's head.

Who's talking to me?, Murphy wondered, because his neck couldn't turn, so he didn't have to look for it, he tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't move.

"I can hear you speaking in your heart, and I don't have to open my mouth. The voice rang out in Murphy's heart.

"Everyone here is going to die today," the lich spoke again.

"I am the lich in front of you, Ulysel, and I have connected to your soul. The voice finally identified itself.

"But aren't you going to eat me?" wondered Murphy.

"Do you take the lich's word for it?" Ulysel snorted coldly in Murphy's head.

"And what are you looking for me?" asked Murphy cautiously.

"If it weren't for Lord Jesulissos' orders, I wouldn't have bothered to come to the human world, and still deal with this stubborn old fellow Pavel. Ulysel grumbled.

"All the people here today will be my livestock. Ulysel's body spoke again.

Murphy understood that the object was acting, in order to stall for time and wait for the arrival of the Archduke of the Rhine.

After all, a dignified lich must have the momentum he should have, otherwise others will suspect that he has other purposes.

"The following is a recording of Lord Jesulissos's soul, you kid listen to me!" This time Ulysel was very serious, and his voice stung Murphy's soul, making him focus instantly.

As a result, Ulysel's body was gushing cruel words, while the soul was playing a recording of the soul of Hesulissos.

Hesulissos's voice was gentle, sounding like a kind old man.

"You are the chosen descender of the Council of the Mages, and as a member of the Council and a former Speaker, I owe some help to you. ”

Didn't I come here by accident?

"But Hell is the place where He is watching, so I can't offer you much help, including the Councillors of Hell, and I'll give you a moment of the dead with my breath on it, and I'll send him to be smuggled through with great power.

"Let's take this as a statement by me, the former Speaker. ”

A coin-sized hole suddenly cracked in Yulisel's scepter, and a coin with a skull on it floated into Murphy's pocket.

Of course, Ulysel used magic to hide the trail of the coin, and no one could see it.

"I'm sure you've already met the old guy Fabricio, and he's left his mark on you, but remember that not everyone in the Council of the Sages can be trusted, and I hope you can be our liberator......"

The soul recording came to an abrupt end.

Just as Murphy was stunned by the recording, Ulysel's voice reappeared in Murphy's mind.

"Because of His surveillance, the adults can't pass on any more information, and it's the limit to be able to send me to smuggle these things over. ”

"I have one more question, Lord Ulysel. Murphy asked.

"If there are any more questions, ask as soon as possible! Pavel is here, and I have to go. Ulysel was getting impatient.

"Lord Hesulissus obviously only sent you one 'person' to smuggle in, but what happened to these army of the undead and these two death knights?"

Although Murphy's tone was respectful, Ulysel still heard a hint of dissatisfaction.

However, he did not blame Murphy for his disrespect, after all, his own men had killed so many of him.

"You say my henchmen, you should know that the Lich is immortal, right?"

Hearing Murphy's mental "yes," Ulysel continued.

"Actually, the Book of the Dead doesn't say that lichs can be destroyed, but I'm not going to tell you how. ”

"For us, the body is nothing more than a container, a container that can hold my intellect, and naturally it can also hold other things. ”

"As for my retinue...... They've been in my body all along, but I was working on magic last night, so I didn't bother with them and let them roam freely. Ulysel said, his voice slightly awkward.

After all, he almost killed the person his master was looking for, but fortunately he came back to his senses in time, otherwise the Death Knight might have done it.

Murphy is also in a position to question the Lich, so he can only make amends for the fallen soldiers later.

"He's finally here, and acting is really tiring. After saying this, Ulysel broke the spiritual link.

I heard a terrible sound of breaking the sky in the sky.

Ulysel's body also stopped scaring people with cruel words.

A middle-aged man who looked to be no more than forty or fifty years old, dressed in gold-scale armor, wearing a secret bronze helmet, and holding a two-handed heavy sword with the size of a door panel, slammed it to the ground.

He swung his broadsword, and a strong gust of wind threw it out of it, blowing away all the fog.

Everyone saw his face clearly, and they couldn't be more familiar with the faces of the warriors from the royal city.

One of the four great dukes of the kingdom, the Grand Duke of the Rhine, the Lord of the Sixth-level Storm War, the Warden of the Royal Capital, and the Lord of the Rhine - Pavel Rhine!