In this cheerful atmosphere, their army soon walked from Talon County to the shores of Lake Miradar, which was not far from the lakeside, and now they only had to cross the narrow bridge through the lake in front of them to officially enter the human gathering place at the junction of the Kaulin Road.

However, at this moment, Lothar raised his hand and signaled that the troops stopped, and no one was surprised, because everyone noticed the anomaly of this gathering place, this small village like a transit rest stop for travel, it was too quiet at this time, and the silence was full of death.

Lothar pondered for a moment, explained a few words to his adjutant Ryder, and then led a few warriors towards the narrow bridge, and the more he went, the more his heart sank.

It's like Andorhar, and it's a dead silence.

With a cold face, Lothar led the people to investigate the situation in the village, the houses were empty, and the food on the table was cold but not yet moldy.

"What's going on? Look at the signs, it's just the last two days. ”

The more he looked at it, the more puzzled he became, and he picked up a wooden bowl containing unfinished wheat porridge, and the marks on the table gave the impression that the people here were almost finished, and suddenly stopped, and then left their home, and disappeared without a trace.

Lothar put the tip of the sword of Quelzaram into the porridge, and when the tip of the sword touched the cold porridge, it was like a red-hot soldering iron touching water, inspiring a burst of black water vapor.

"The food here is poisonous! Oops! There must be an ambush here!"

Realizing the danger, Lothar immediately rushed back with his soldiers, but as soon as they returned to the narrow bridge, they saw a huge spike of ice suddenly burst out of the lake, breaking the narrow bridge and blocking their way.

"Death will be your salvation, embrace it and you will have eternal life!"

A ghost-screaming, disgusting sound suddenly came from the inside of the Cowling junction, and Lothar looked back to see a giant skeleton mage wrapped in chains, exuding chill, and wearing a magic crown.

"Lich!" the well-informed Lothar immediately judged the other's species from their physical characteristics.

Without a dramatic self-introduction, Lothar immediately pulled out the sword, didn't bother to say half a word of nonsense, and immediately launched a charge against the lich, at this time his heart was actually very bottomless, the undead of the lich, he only saw and heard in books or legends.

However, despite this, he could still be sure that the other party was the caster of the necromancy, and the first thing a warrior should do against the caster was to get close!

The lich didn't seem to expect Lothar to be so unreasonable, and he didn't even give him a chance to introduce himself, so he brutally killed him, but those who could be lichs were not stupid, they had already given up their emotions as the living, and thus gained the cold wisdom of the undead.

The lich immediately commanded his own things and surrounded the charging Lothar, while he shouted, "These are the villagers who have been infected with the half-undead, and they are still saved, of course, I am talking about them before you killed them!"

When Lothar heard the lich's words, her face suddenly turned ugly as disgusting as if she had eaten a dead fly, but the momentum of the charge was already a certainty, and Lothar was ruthless in her heart, so she gritted her teeth and accelerated to continue to rush.

He soon collided with the villagers who appeared to be lost and controlled, and Lothar used brute force to knock them out of the way, while the villagers scratched at Lothar with their teeth and claws.

Lothar was soon entangled in the dense crowd and unable to move, and the villagers who were controlled pounced on him like arhats, gradually piling up into a mountain of people, crushing him underneath.

The lich's skeletal jaws swayed and let out a shrill laugh, and although the voice was out of shape, it was not difficult to hear the sarcasm in the laughter.

Seeing this, the soldiers brought by Lothar also rushed up, wanting to relieve their marshal, but Lothar's voice suddenly shouted from under the mountain of people.

"Quelzaram! lend me, your power!"

The golden light rose into the sky, and the mountain of people exploded violently, blowing up the confused villagers everywhere, Lothar broke free, but he still had a sense of proportion, such injuries were completely under his control, and the villagers could only break a few bones at most.

At this time, Lothar's body was once again shrouded in a golden phantom like a god descending from the earth, and the golden holy flame erupted and fell on the bodies of those villagers, but it did not cause the slightest damage, but also burned black gas on the bodies of those villagers, making them unable to move, as if the holy flame was purifying the power of the undead in their bodies.

Lothar's gaze fell on the lich again, and the lich shook his skeleton to a look of fear, and his body floated backwards, intending to flee.

"Where to go!" Lothar immediately let out a low roar and quickly chased after him, and with a flash of golden sword, a huge golden sword qi was swung out from afar, shooting out towards the lich, completely in a posture that split him in two.

The unknown lich immediately summoned an ice barrier to block Lothar's sword qi attack, and the sword qi collided with the barrier, and both shattered at the same time.

But Lothar's sword aura was entirely composed of holy flames, shattered fire, that was still fire, those floating holy flames immediately fell on the lich's bones, and some of the "bang" burst into flames, as if igniting gasoline caused an explosion.

"Roar!"

The unknown lich roared in pain and struggled with his hands and dances, but the flame was like an inextricable karmic fire, and no matter how much he struggled, it would be useless.

"No! it shouldn't be like this! The Lich King, I should be better than him! I am your most loyal servant! I shouldn't fail here! No!!"

The lich howled miserably, and was reduced to nothingness in the flames, leaving only a black metal crate, which Lothar picked up and judged that this should be the legendary lich's life box, and if he destroyed it, he would kill the lich once and for all.

Thinking of this, Lothar almost without hesitation raised his hand and threw up the Lich's life box, and the Great Royal Sword turned into a flash of sword light, and the life box was immediately neatly split in two.

"No !!"

With the last cry of the unknown lich, the unknown lich completely disappeared from the world, and Lothar tilted her head, her face full of bewilderment.

"What's the matter? This lich doesn't seem to be so powerful?"

With such an exclamation, Lothar had no way of knowing that this self-proclaimed clever lich thought that he could use the half-undead villagers as hostages to capture the generalissimo of the alliance and please his master, but he didn't know that in fact, he threw himself into the net, ran headlong into Lothar, who had the open sword, and finally lost his life.

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