Gross is well aware of the luxury of one of Spike's outfit items:

In addition to the "Staff of Grudge", the "Lightless Robe", and the three brilliant and glowing gemstone rings in his left hand, he also had countless medicines and scrolls to consume......

If it is a player with a normal temperament, after making up his mind to work hard, even if he takes out the medicine scroll and smashes it all the time, it is enough to smash them to pieces-

Even if the luck is not wiped out, it is also an end of fart.

But—

The lich was clearly a little stunned now.

He felt that it was too insulting for him to win with money against these humans—he hadn't drunk a single potion that would increase his strength the whole time, nor had he pulled out a single scroll to record powerful spells.

And this was completely unexpected by Gross.

Spike, the local tyrant in his previous life, was much more powerful than his current flustered appearance-

Compared to the game missions in the previous life, there is a deviation in the facts that are happening in front of us.

Unbeknownst to Gross, in the original design of the mission combat session, only the participation of the clergy of the Church of Radiance would completely anger Spike the Lich.

At present, this lich has not released all its combat power.

In fact, when the dwarven Tob joined the fray with a one-handed battle axe, Spike the Lich had already made up his mind.

He had no intention of continuing this battle any longer—

The high-intensity spell casting meant a sharp drain for him, and he had just faced the young wild mage, and after a few spell skills, his mana had already been emptied of a large amount.

For legal professions, including lichs, they rarely consume their mana below a baseline unless they are forced to do so.

This principle also applies to the player community, as retaining the right amount of mana is the only way to deal with unpredictable situations.

Eyes flickered.

The sharp canopy of the pine tree splits the bright moon in the night sky in two, and in this mountain forest near Gray Rabbit Village, in addition to the devastation, only the battle between humans and lichs remains-

The Black Cloth Cloak, the Superior "Lightless Robe", was blown high by the turbulence of the air as Spike fled, and the Lich's slender calves could be seen through the fluffing hem of the cloak.

He did not directly expose the white bones of his miserable relatives, but put on a pair of ironed, well-fitting black legging trousers, the cuffs of which were tied with white stockings, and stepped on a pair of finely made pigskin boots.

Typical, stubborn old aristocratic style.

Gross's charge is long over.

I have to say that this lich is as cunning as ever, he fights in the woods, even in the face of the carpet spell bombardment of the wild mage Jocco, it does not slow his movements by half a minute-

He leaped over a cracked dirt bag and skirted an unknown bush with bare strips of paper and sharp barbed spikes that appeared to belong to the Rosaceae family.

As if it weren't safe, the lich hid his body behind a cyan stone more than a man tall.

There were many more such cyan stones in the woodland, such as the one where Gross, the dwarf Tob, and Miss Mage rested not long ago—

The previous stone resembled a flat millstone, and the lich's side was closer to a tall, reliable barrier.

Gross is clad in armor and not afraid of thorns, but charging headlong into a boulder doesn't seem like a clever manoeuvre-

With a strong foot, Gross leaned on his longsword and stopped brushing in front of the cyan boulder.

Stewart stood on the other side of him, the dwarf Tob was a little ahead, and the wild mage Choko had also followed, and the three warriors stood in a triangular position, but the vigilant lich did not fall into their encirclement as he wished.

Gross remembered that about twenty minutes ago, in the deep blue of the night, Spike the Lich had descended majestically from the sky. This somewhat illustrates one thing-

The Mr. Lich in front of him can fly.

However, as Choco had guessed, Spike the Lich did not fly on his own mana.

Not to mention that the awakening-level legal profession still does not have the ability to fly at high speed, this kind of unwarranted waste of mana alone is not in line with the always thoughtful and careful thinking of the masters.

The current lich really didn't have time to activate the item, because the item needed a slow acceleration process from the time it was activated to the time it began to fly—

It was a fantasy-level alchemy item from the mage's hometown of Bracada, made in the hands of Anthony, the former mage of the Ten Rings and the "Eternal Light".

It was one of several treasures that had been passed down from generation to generation by the Calvin family in the Reikat Empire, and this one happened to have remained in Spike Calvin's possession.

During his years in the land of the dead, Dil, Spike rarely exposed the artifact to the other dead.

His spiritual power spread, and he hid behind the huge cyan stone, the surface of which was attached to some dark brown ground moss like specks of rust, but he didn't have the energy to pay attention to these anymore—

One, two...... Six, he found six lifeforms, the most recent one hidden under his soft pigskin boots, a little bit of a god, he sensed it with soul fire:

It is a spotted snake still hibernating, located less than thirty centimeters below the mud.

The fierce battle never disturbed the snake's dream.

And in the farther distance, Spike the Lich also noticed that it was a lowly and worthless little mage, who seemed to be an undeveloped girl.

The remaining four lives correspond to the three warriors and a mage around him, and these four humans are the main enemies he must deal with this time.

The night breeze gradually stopped, and the red soul fire swayed gently in the eye sockets.

Spike the Lich is thinking.

He needed to find a way to escape the pursuit of these humans, or, to get enough distance and be patient with them—

Although the strength of the first order of awakening has an absolute advantage in the law of strength, the lich race is still unable to engage in a fierce confrontation with several powerful human warriors in close quarters.

Spike has always believed that spells are a power that goes far beyond martial arts.

Therefore, although he did not slack off in the cultivation of martial arts during his lifetime, after joining Dill as a lich, he spent almost all of his energy and time on the study of spells.

Lichs have a long enough lifespan that they often have a much richer arsenal of spell skills than human mages. As a veteran scholar of the undead, Spike is naturally not inferior to others in this regard.

Gross took a slow step forward, and he exchanged glances with Stuart and the dwarf Tob, and it was only now that the two of them understood what Gross meant by "this lich is very cunning"—

The other party is highly experienced and sophisticated, and the stone is just right to block the view of the three of them, making it impossible to see the lich's spell casting movements.

At the level of awakening, the magic of the legal profession is not a profound skill. This is a serious problem, and the lich may be preparing to do something to them.