The purple canopy was darker than usual, as if to tell everyone that the dawn of the Plaguelands had not yet begun, but Lu Li knew that the time was almost up, so the army that Lu Li promised must be in position quickly to meet the next battle.

"Tangyuan, get up!" Lu Li nodded.

A portal is soon summoned in the middle of nowhere, and more and more adventurers emerge from it.

"Five hundred, is it enough?" Lu Lida has the posture that if you don't say enough, I will get another five hundred people to come over, which scared Solomon and waved his hand again and again.

"Enough is enough, but we don't have much time, we have to retreat immediately after grabbing the potion box, otherwise we will not be able to leave if we are discovered by the air units of the Scourge Legion."

"I hope there are no particularly powerful characters," Lu Li could only pray like this, don't look at him with such a large number of people, if he really runs into a boss, it will be troublesome, in the plague land during the event, casually pulling out a boss is no worse than those current top field bosses, not to mention that there is a time limit.

"Don't worry, if there is a particularly powerful character, I have already been discovered yesterday, and the most difficult one is probably a lich, its strength is stronger than mine, and you know, my profession is not very suitable for frontal combat," Solomon said confidently.

Sure enough, it was a hot-blooded nobleman who was eager to establish his merits, and yesterday the so-called sending someone to check it actually came over in person, and Lu Li was a little relieved at this moment.

Solomon is estimated to be the strength of a quasi-BOSS, and it is a weaker kind, with his joining, to deal with a quasi-BOSS, as long as it is not at the BOSS level, it is not too much of a problem, and it is not a problem for Lu Li to clean up the mobs with more people.

At that time, the harvest will be more than just potions or something, and the current plague land can drop good things even if it is a quasi-boss.

Many players get together and kill some elites such as stitching monsters on the periphery, and they may drop dark gold equipment - just a benefit during the event, and there will be no such good thing after the end of this [Plague Spread] event.

"Wait a minute, as soon as you cross the bridge, start fighting, Cangshui Changge, you come to mock the lich, you are ready in the world, if there are other stronger monsters, you will go up, one to twenty teams are ambushed on the left side of the bridge, twenty-one to forty teams are ambushed on the right side, and the law system and healing ...... are standing on the hillside."

Lu Li's rapid deployment of troops opened Solomon's eyes.

"What am I going to do?" Soromon asked.

He felt that with such an arrangement, the combination of various professions, there was almost no suspense to kill a lich with the same strength as himself.

"Uh, sir, I'll tell you when I need to, just stand and watch with me now," Lu Li could only say that, Solomon was a thief, belonging to the crispy profession, and if he was killed by the lich, it would be troublesome, and Lu Li would not dare to use him as a meat shield.

A convoy drove slowly and leisurely, and in the hazy morning light, there was a little bit of ghost light in everyone's eyes.

It was the soul fire of the undead, and it was the undead horse pulling the cart, followed by various undead guards.

There are a total of four cars, probably deep in the hinterland of the plague land, so there are not many undead who follow, and a seat is installed on the rear car, and there is a person holding a bone staff in his hand sitting on it, the staff is crystal clear, which is particularly eye-catching.

Lich!

During his tenure as chief of the Draeno tribe, Neozu commanded many orc sorcerers and shamanic sacrifices.

After the destruction of Draenor, Kil'Gardan and the Legion captured and transformed these evil spell controllers, the lichs with powerful magical powers, and their immortal bodies of the undead held by the powerful will of Neozu.

As the lichs showed unwavering loyalty to their masters, Neozu granted them elemental control of the cold north. They pledged allegiance to their masters with their evil will and great strength, and when the great masters had no time to separate, they often commanded entire armies as generals and agents.

The lichs are deeply entangled in the cold power of the dark side of the grave, and they are able to cast powerful frost-based magic, as well as their own considerable psychic spells.

They abandoned their fragile mortal bodies just to be able to embrace the immortal immortal body.

Usually, they crave power, cunning, and evil.

They love gorgeous spectacles, and they also like tricks; They often wore the garb of kings and priests, allowing their subordinates to call themselves by strong names.

Sometimes, the lichs would claim that Naozu himself had given them extraordinary powers directly, and they acted as if Naozu was a god and they were God's chosen priests and prophets.

Just like this guy in front of him, he not only has a gorgeous staff, but his clothes are also extraordinarily gorgeous and exquisite. There are also a lot of gems on it, and there are also a lot of gems on his head, if that crown can burst out, there will definitely be a lot of sassy mages who are willing to go bankrupt.

To sustain this luxury, the lich often waged war against the towns of the living, collecting treasure like dragons.

Of course, not all liches are strong enough to destroy the world, and as the number of lichs increases, and because of the urgent need to expand the territory of the Scourge, a large number of lichs are created, and they either sit on one side or take the place of the master to carry out special tasks.

If the Stitch is feared in the Plaguelands, then the average player can simply run away when they see the Lich.

The Plague Spread event is a war between NPCs after all, and players are just following behind to pick up some scraps.

The lich's name was Angelish, and Lu Li didn't know where he came from, and Soromon didn't know anything about it.

In fact, Angelish used to be a magic teacher in Dalaran, he was a medium-sized magician at the age of thirty, and at the age of forty, fifty, and sixty, he was still a medium-strength magician, and the old magician was almost in despair.

Because as he grew older, he found that various qualities such as physical strength and memory were declining.

Death had already begun to kiss his forehead, leaving a wrinkle.

Angelish was timid and cowardly, obsessed with the magical world, and only then began to face death, but he was not reconciled, he felt like a seeker standing in front of the door, as long as he pushed the door open, there was another world.

After a long search for answers, Angelish set his sights on the defective Kel'thugad.

The archmage, whose accomplishments were far superior to his, proved to be another feasible path.

But the transformation of the Lich is not easy, the Lich can be said to be the advancement of the necromancer, and even the transformation cannot be transformed without the help of a powerful figure such as Neozu, Arthas, or Kel'thugad himself.

Angelish was still with a dozen students with him, and he betrayed his own students, selling their mana and soul to Kel'thugad.

Maybe it was because of his madness, or maybe it was really in a good mood at the time.

Kel'thugad cast a spell to give Angelish a ritual of transformation, and Angelish became a half-lich.