"Wait, you mean let's be bait!?"

"What are you kidding!?"

The young man's suddenly raised voice was reaching Fang Yuan's ears through the transmission crystal of the clockwork fairy, causing a buzz in his ears.

Fang Yu frowned and tilted his head, only then did he take the sound crystal away from his ear a little - the cheap sound crystal is not good in this place, it captures the sound source and amplifies it as it is, and there is no protection at all.

Fortunately, he reacted in advance and lowered his voice, otherwise he would have perforated his eardrum this time.

In Fang Yuan's field of vision, the young man seemed to struggle to stand up, but a pair of pale bony hands pressed behind him. Behind him was a black swordsman, two clusters of red light flashing above his craggy skull, and he stood solemnly with his sword on his back.

The necromancer, or the messenger of the Dragon Worship Sect with whom Fang Yu had a relationship with Dorifin, spread his hands and said helplessly: "Don't say it so ugly, this is an exchange, gentlemen and ladies, you and I will...... That's all you know, how do you get me to let you go? As you can see, I'm not a good person, so I certainly don't do good things for nothing......"

Holding a crooked skeletal staff, he walked back and forth in the snow as he watched the men: "But if you show your worth, or if you satisfy me, maybe I'll let ......you go."

It's just that he seems to be sincere, but the electors are not stupid, and their hearts sink slightly, knowing that the other party is not well-intentioned.

The young man was silent for a moment, as if he had made a decision, and then he asked, "But how can we survive in front of that thing under Aimao Castle?" ”

Fang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.

The phrase 'Underground' raised his attention. He knew nothing more than anything in the 'Underground of Castle Worm', and apart from the shadows and vampires, the only thing left was the lich.

But there is more than one vampire, and the Cowlin-Ishurian phrase for plural and singular is so clear that he clearly hears the other person using 'it' rather than 'they'.

He couldn't help but think of a possibility in his mind - what the other party was looking for was the same lich he had met before - indeed, in this world, apart from necromancers and corpse witches, only the lich was probably the most proficient in necromancy.

But what is the Cult of the Dragons looking for a lich?

Fang Yu couldn't help but hold his breath, and vaguely felt that he had caught it.

He looked through the Clockwork Elf's vision as the Dragon-worshipping Messenger shook 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 gaze swept over everyone in the snow: "Just pick a few people and let them send the message back." You're a team, right, isn't it right to have some people make sacrifices for the rest of the team? ”

He pointed at the young man and smiled coldly: "You can 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 chested: "How can I trust that you won't go back on your word?" ”

Fang Yuan's clockwork fairy could see clearly in this direction, and when the young man said this, he quietly made a gesture behind his back. And the girl whose ID is called 'Rose' should also take this gesture into her eyes.

But he secretly screamed no.

The young man obviously didn't know much about necromancers of this level. Around level 20, the Necromancer learns a skill called the 'Psychic Eye', which allows the undead to perceive everything that is happening around them.

This skill can be effective within three or four kilometers, but it cannot penetrate obstacles such as walls, and in this open and empty snow, the opponent should be able to see the young man's small movements, but pretend to know nothing.

Fang Yu pulled up his goggles at this time, if it was before, he was only a little interested in the troll and necromancer boss named Mountain Cork. But at this moment, Fang Yu really became a little serious.

Because whether it is the death of Attila's brother or the mystery left by the Witch of the Doryphin Dragon incident, it can be said that they are inseparable from the Dragon Worship. At that time, among the dragon worshippers who were active in the Doriphon area, at least this 'messenger' should be one of the core members of it.

He didn't expect to meet each other in this place. But such a coincidental opportunity, of course, Fang Yu will not let it go easily.

He looked at the few people in the secret passage who were waiting for his news, and said, "How is it, have you decided?" Are you going to do it with me? ”

The men looked at each other in the dark.

After the previous battle, they were completely convinced that Fang Yu was a veteran adventurer. However, senior adventurers do not mean that they can single-handedly take on level 25 bosses, not to mention that they have little combat power.

And the other party has only one cat by his side, except for a naturalist lady as an assistant.

Cats naturally have little combat power, and although the profession of naturalist is powerful, this little lady is too young and doesn't look very powerful.

Can one person really deal with a lord-level necromancer?

Several people were also a little unsure of this.

The little fat man asked suspiciously, "If we can, of course we want to save the head of the group and Sister Rose, but do you really have a way to deal with that necromancer?" ”

Fang Yu shook his head bluntly: "...... Of course you can't add that troll to the outside. But if the other party is allowed to enter this secret passage alone, if we preset the battlefield, it will not be necessarily. ”

"But how can he enter this secret passage alone, and the boss is not a fool?"

"He's not a fool, but we can figure it out." Fang Yu looked at them: "This requires your help, but it may be a little risky. ”

"How can I help?"

"You need someone to go out and tell the news, but there's no guarantee that the person who goes out won't die at the hands of that necromancer."

"Let me do it." The archers were the first to step forward. The Electors are not afraid of death, but at some point, they do value Starlight more lightly than the Natives—especially when it is worth dying.

After all, even if you do leave Aitalia, you are 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 it is easy to be seen flawed." I need someone with more realistic acting skills......" He looked at the priestess, who was startled and a little discolored.

Fang Yu shook his head again, this young lady's acting skills are really realistic, but she is too nervous and easy to leak. He finally looked at the little fat man, pointed at him and said, "Little fatty, you come." ”

The little fat man had a bitter face. He wasn't really scared, but he was a little depressed and said, "...... I'm not called Chubby. ”

"And what's your name?"

Fang Yu was really a little curious about this.

But the little fat man shook his head: "Forget it, you just call it that, I'm used to it anyway...... So what should I do? ”

So Fang Yu beckoned to him and motioned for him to come over. The little fat man looked curious, but after listening for a while, he couldn't help but lose his voice: "...... Witches, lichs? ”

In the dark passageway, his voice suddenly became much louder, causing several other people to look in this direction curiously.

The little fat man hurriedly shut up.

However, Fang Yu didn't care, he was so careful just to cover up some means for himself later, but he didn't mind divulging the information from the messenger's mouth. He only nodded: "All in all, you just do what I say, understand?" ”

The little fat man thought for a moment, but still had some doubts: "Okay...... It's not that hard, but ...... really effective? ”

"There is no such thing as a sure thing in this world," Fang Yu replied, "but you have to try." If not, you just turn around and run, and there will be no more losses, will you? ”

The latter felt reasonable, so he nodded. Although the others were a little curious about Fang Yuan's plan, they didn't ask much when they saw this.

However, after Xiaopang left alone, Fang Yu confirmed the terrain in front of a few people. He learned that there was an open terrain in front of him, so he decided to use it as an ambush site and led the people to set it up.

It was an open mine road, which was supposed to be an intersection, but because of the landslide, there was only one way left. The gray ground is also covered with abandoned railroad tracks, so rusted that you can barely see the original color.

The place was quite open, much more spacious than the previous underground cavern, and Fang Yu checked it and found that it was just what he wanted.

He let the others do some of the side work, while he set up some gadgets here and there. After Fang Yu had completed every task, he finally summoned the Mirror Builder.

However, he was stunned for a moment at the half-human-tall structure, but he ran into a little trouble - although the mirror image could store a third simulacrum in the setting, the siacrum was not imaginary, it needed to scan the original.

The scanning process isn't long, but it's not something that can be done in a flash. What's more, Fang Yu now has nowhere to go to the lich and persuade him to cooperate with him to complete the simulacrum work.

He thought about it for a moment and decided to fend for himself. So he found a priest who was about the same height as the lich among them, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said to the other party, "Please take off your clothes—"

"Huh?"

The priest's face turned red and glared at Fang Yuan, but she didn't react for a long time - so she didn't slap him in the face.

Fang Yu realized that his request was a little too abrupt, and his face was also red, but fortunately, no one noticed it in the dark, so that his pretended master image was not revealed.

He hurriedly clenched his fists and coughed, and changed his words: "I'm sorry, I just want to borrow your robe." ”

Only then did Miss Priest react.

Fortunately, she was quite reasonable, and after explaining the misunderstanding clearly, she took off her robe very generously and handed it to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yu picked up the robe and threw it on the ground, wiped it repeatedly in the ashes, stepped on it a few more times, picked it up and tore a few holes; And in the murderous gaze of Miss Priest, she returned the amethyst wand of death to the other party along with the amethyst wand she took from behind her back-

Miss Priest was roughly the same height as the lich, thin and similar to the other party in a robe, plus an amethyst staff. Although there may be some differences in the details, it should not be so easy to distinguish in the dark.

Fang Yu recorded this scene with the projection component of the Mirror Person, and at the same time saw his communication crystal light up slightly in the dark environment.

The sender was none other than Alyssa.

Alyssa: "...... Dear Captain, we're behind Fort Eimao, where is that mine? ”

Obviously, this question is a response to the message he had passed on before.

Fang Yu glanced at it and casually lost a coordinate: "Be careful." ”

"Understood."

"By the way," Alyssa suddenly added, "we've found Lady Quesu's son." ”

"How?"

"It's hard to say," Alyssa sent an ellipsis to her, "I'll tell you later, Captain." ”

Fang Yu had a faint premonition, but he didn't ask.

He only glanced at the darkness ahead, where everything was ready, just waiting for news from the little fat man.

……

Beyond the Mine –

The messenger looked at the young man and was silent for a moment.

As the north wind crossed the ridge and whined over the fir forest in the distance, the former looked up again, and the gloomy sky was reflected in his vision—the sky was getting dark, and the bloodthistle glades 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 did not really ask the question, but said to himself: "In your world, I have heard that this system is just a term above history. But in places like Aitalia, in Cape St. Huyen, slavery is still real—"

"In the city-states and estates there, this ancient relationship is still held together today; It's just that contrary to what many people think, the life of a slave is actually quite good—in addition to the lack of personal freedom, slave owners do not easily kill their slaves......"

The messenger stuck his skull staff into the ground. "Doesn't that seem incredible?"

He didn't wait for the others to reply, so he said to himself: "Actually, it is also normal, the slave owner regards the slave as a talking tool, so since it is a tool, it belongs to his private property. So how can a person be at odds with his property for no reason......? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and aimed it at the young man not far away.

The young man was breaking away from the black swordsman behind him and grabbing his sword on the ground, but he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the necromancer's action. He seemed to want to back away - but it was too late, and a black light shot from the opponent's hand hit him right in the chest, knocking him out.

"Captain!"

The crowd was shocked.

The messenger's face did not change, and then he pointed in the other direction, and the girl in that direction was also breaking away from the black swordsman behind her, turning over and grabbing her weapon, and standing up. But then she found that the young man had fallen first, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and was a little dazed for a while.

The messenger only shook his hand, and the girl suddenly snorted, grabbed her throat with both hands, and fell to her knees tremblingly.

Then she spat out a mouthful of blood.

The bloodstains are striking and unusual in the snow—

The messenger raised his hand and swung it down, and the black swordsman behind the girl raised his sword and fell—a bloody arrow was fired, and her eyes widened in silence, and her beautiful head rolled to the ground, and her bones rolled out of the distance.

Then, along with her corpse, it gradually turned into a little white light.

"Sister Rose!"

The rest of the people were stunned when they saw this scene, and they couldn't hold it anymore, and they roared angrily and prepared to fight hard.

But the two highest-ranking people on the team didn't have the slightest power to resist in front of the necromancer, let alone them? The messenger remained motionless, only at his command, and the black swordsmen behind the men reversed the hilts of their swords, knocking them to the ground one by one.

The latter then walked over to the young man. The other party was shaking his head and getting up from the ground, subconsciously grabbing the sword behind his back, but before his hand could touch the hilt of the sword, he was stepped on his back and buried in the snow.

The messenger raised the skull staff in his hand and thrust it down with a cold face.

"Ahh

The pointed tail of the skeletal staff plunged into the back of the young man's hand, and the latter raised his head to let out a howl that seemed to be that of a beast.

The messenger then bured himself and grabbed the other's hair and pulled it out of the snow. He whispered, "...... Slave owners usually treat their tools well, but there are exceptions - that is when they are disobedient and even intend to flee......"

"Got it?"

"You are honest with me as a tool, and I will naturally treat you well. I'm a bad person, but I'm not crazy, and I won't do you any good by killing you. I know you Chosen One are all pretentious, but sometimes you have to face reality, don't you? ”

The young man almost rolled his eyes in pain.

But when he heard this, he still gritted his teeth and groaned: "Don't think about it......"

The messenger shrugged his shoulders and was unimpressed: "I have a way to get you to comply, and I don't believe that you are all hard bones." He pulled out his cane and glanced at the other's fleshy palm—about to give orders to his undead.

But it was at this moment that he suddenly felt something, stopped and turned around, looking in the direction of the entrance to the mine.

And there, a little fat warrior ran out of breath. Before he could see the situation clearly, he shouted: "Oh no, regimental commander!" There's a lich down the mine, and everyone else has been caught by it! ”

Suddenly, he stopped, and saw the scene in the snow—

The little fat man blinked, looked at the young man who fell to the ground, and the corpse of the girl who was gradually disappearing, first stopped, and then gasped. At that moment, he only had anger churning in his heart, and shouted: "I'll it, I'll fight with you!" ”

He had already thrown Fang Yuan's advice out of the clouds, drew his long sword and rushed towards the necromancer.

But it was this that caught the Messenger's attention. "Lich?" The latter looked in that direction and suddenly commanded in a loud voice: "Shankok, catch him, keep him alive, don't kill him!" ”

There was a low howl in the mountains and forests.

Only then did the little fat man stop and realize that he had done something good - he raised his head tremblingly, and then he suddenly found that there was a 'big mountain' in front of him.

……