In the snowy night, there is no moon, and you can't see your fingers.

The wind is very strong, the torch cannot be lit, and the windproof oil lamp is dim, the light is not far away, and the effective field of vision is about ten or twenty meters. So when they saw the rock building, it was already within about fifteen meters.

It's as if it suddenly 'brushed' out.

Looking at this large rock building with no beauty and a square shape, the owner and guide of the caravan were a little stunned.

The size of this thing depends on the comparison.

Roland is accustomed to a supermall the size of a football field or two in modern society, so the small rocky house he built himself seemed small to him.

After all, it is only about ten meters long and wide, and about six meters high, this area is only 100 square meters, and Roland's own house 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.

So a house of just over 100 square meters is a bit small in his opinion, but as a single room, it can be regarded as a wide range.

The caravan men all stopped at the front of the building, and they looked at the strange structure in the wilderness with some fear.

Because someone had already walked around this rock building just now, they didn't find any doors and windows, but there were a few round holes behind the tuyere, as if they were for ventilation.

A few of the brave ones struck the surface with a hammer a few times, and after a few dull echoes, only a few cuttings fell.

The tapper muffled and said, "It's at least a meter thick, and it's hard." ”

"This rock building is supposed to be made of magic. It stands to reason that we should get out of here, but ......" At this point, Wallace, the owner of the caravan, looked at the guide next to him: "McKenzie, you tell me the truth, 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! ”

When he had said this, his waist bent even more.

Because he knew that after these words were spoken, even if they could survive the wind and snow tonight this time, then their reputation would be ruined in the future, and it would be difficult for them to receive such a good job as helping the big caravan lead the way in the future.

It's just that he thinks it's strange, he has walked the road back to the Frost Star Country all his life, and he has not made a mistake, and he can go home with his eyes closed, but why did he bring people here this time?

Didn't understand what was going on at all.

Wallace looked gloomily at the guide, who hung his head, not daring to look back.

After a long while, Wallace shouted vigorously behind him: "Listen, everyone, use this rocky building as a shelter from the wind, and quickly surround me with a resting point, whether you can survive or not depends on your own efforts." ”

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

The guide whispered, "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, and then being covered by the white plague and dying silently."

The guide sighed and stepped aside.

The caravan immediately drove their horses and carts to the leeward side of the building, forming a semicircle.

The cart was outside, and a dozen horses were lying on their stomachs in the middle, each pack horse was covered with a thick thatched blanket to keep warm, and then more than forty people, hiding in the innermost side.

Ten meters wide and more than five meters high leeward barrier is quite effective.

More than forty people and horses were barely caught by the fierce night wind, except that from time to time snowflakes fell.

But it's much better than being blown by the cold wind all night.

Wallace was right, and if there weren't too many surprises, they should have survived this cold night.

It's an unfortunate thing to get lost, the night wind in the Northland is so terrible, I don't know how many caravans, how many people died in the wilderness of the Northland because they didn't make it to the town or village in time.

But finding this haven is a blessing in misfortune.

I just don't know what the purpose of this strange building was built?

Don't you need to go in and out?

Wallace began to guess as he ate his dry food as he looked at the rocky buildings in front of him.

Roland was in the room, continuing to scroll through the forum.

In fact, when this group of people first came, he knew about it.

At the top of the small house, three fingernail-sized, colorless and transparent spiders monitor their surroundings.

Spiders have basic dark vision, and their vision range is quite large.

When the caravan hadn't found the little rocky houses, Roland had already discovered them.

Roland didn't care about these people taking shelter from the wind in their small houses.

They are obviously in trouble, and let them take shelter from the wind and snow, make it convenient for others, and don't have to do it themselves, so why not.

But Roland didn't intend to help more, these people were obviously just afraid of the wind and snow, and the others they had already prepared.

Roland continued to scroll through the forums.

There are too many sand sculptures on the Internet, which is really a source of joy, not to mention brushing for one night, even if it is brushed for a year, he will not feel bored.

Brushing and brushing, Roland sighed.

In the image of the magic spider coming back, Roland finds himself surrounded.

They were surrounded by a group of white-flowered skeletons with rags on their bodies.

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

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

Roland exited the forum and stood up.

The magic spider continues to transmit images around it.

These skeletons are very numerous, some with bare hands, but some with rusty weapons.

Roland also saw some of the skeletons behind them, and some distorted ghosts floating.

Necromancer, or Lich?

While both can summon the undead to drive themselves, and their abilities seem similar, they are essentially very different.

Necromancers are living people.

Lichs are dead, and lichs of the same level are much stronger than necromancers.

The Necromancer is a 0.3 mage plus a 0.7 summoner, while a lich is a 0.8 mage plus a 0.8 summoner.

Roland frowned, these skeletons and ghosts couldn't trap him yet, but ...... The people of that caravan will definitely not be able to leave.

Or rather, the skeletons themselves were coming for the caravan.

The skeletons got closer and closer, getting closer and closer to the resting caravan, and soon less than twenty meters.

The ghosts who ignored the strong wind and floated in mid-air couldn't help but cry out for joy when they 'saw' so many living people.

Wraiths are screaming, and to normal humans, they are piercing screams.

When everyone in the caravan heard this, they all listened, and then when they looked at the purple soul fire in the surrounding skeleton pupils, they all screamed.

Many of them took up arms, but none of them dared to rush forward.

Letting those skeletons slowly press up, they could only instinctively retreat, even if their backs hit Roland's small rocky house, they still subconsciously retreated.

Many people started crying with their weapons in their hands.

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

And those ghosts in the air...... They traveled from north to south, and in taverns everywhere, they had heard troubadours sing epic biographies of knights, and knew that such a thing as a ghost would not work with a purely physical attack.

Even if they were able to escape the skeletons, they would not be able to escape the pursuit of the ghosts.

They're dead.

Guide McKenzie had given up hope and sat on the ground with his hands on his hands and cried.

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

Nor is it to blame that these people's will to resist is so low.

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

Wallace snorted and sat down on the floor with a dejected face.

He also gave up resistance.

At this moment, a sound sounded over their heads, followed by a blinding light source above their heads, and three illuminated orbs of light directly around them as if it were day.

The group looked up and saw a young man in a blue magic robe standing on top of a rocky building.

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

Roland flicked his fingers, and the hard snow around him turned into a huge swamp, and those slow-moving skeletons sank directly into the swamp, and those skeletons in the rear stepped into the swamp circle one after another, without any autonomous consciousness at all.

Dozens of spirits screamed and pounced.

Ordinary people were rushed by these piercing screams, and they all had splitting headaches, even if they covered their ears with their hands, it was useless.

Roland stretched out his hand and pointed, and a smoldered electric chain first hit the ghost that was at the front first, directly 'burning' it into a canopy of fly ash, and then was carried away by the violent night wind.

Then the lightning bolt jumped one after another, and then smashed seven ghosts into ashes one after another before disappearing.

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

If it weren't for the fear of accidentally injuring the caravan below, Roland would have been able to take away all these disgusting things with a single fireball.

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

Everyone in the caravan held their breath, they didn't dare to make any moves.

I'm afraid that if I move casually, I will be targeted.

It's not a good thing to be targeted by someone on the skeleton's side or a mage high up in the back.

But they understood that the magicians in the rear seemed to be helping them.

So they sincerely hope that the magicians in the rear will win.

By this time the swamp was already showing signs of freezing, and Roland flicked his fingers, and the swamp became muddy again.

Then a ball of light quickly moved forward and flew to the back of the Sea of Skulls, and under the strong light, a specially dressed 'person' appeared in Roland's eyes.

The man was dressed in a black magic robe, his hair was rotten like grass, and his cheeks were black and thin, without any moisture, like a dried corpse.

His forehead was full of wrinkles, and even some of his skin had fallen off, and he could see the white frontal bones.

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

But from here alone, it can already be seen that this man is definitely a lich.

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

The guide's eyes suddenly widened, and he cried out in horror, "It's the Ice Reaper...... I know why we're lost, it's influencing us, it's the hell! ”

Hearing the guide's call, the lich grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow fangs.

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

Then his eyes gradually became hot.