Glo had carefully observed the intensity of the light when Radia cast the [Detect Necromancy] spell. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAfter comparison, the light is slightly dimmer compared to the previous one.

This shows that in this place, the dead that may be encountered will not be more powerful than before.

This also made Glo make the decision to stay and find out first - the temptation of a lot of experience points is really hard to let go, including his companions, after a series of "monster farming", they have already felt that their physical fitness has improved.

"Mr. Glo, what kind of undead species do you think will appear here?"

Picking up the kettle and pouring a mouthful of water into her small mouth, Radia asked as she swallowed the dry food. After the adventures of "Monster Farming" and the [Tomb of the Dead] dungeon, this mage lady's temperament suddenly became much more stable, and she no longer had the slightest fear of those hideous and ugly-looking undead, and even had some impulses to try.

"Skeleton warriors, ghouls, or whatevers are very likely. There's never another Dread Knight, right? ”

Relaxed, Glo said with a smile. He wasn't worried about actually encountering the [Dread Knight] - in "Strife", every [Dread Knight] in the transcendent realm is a named existence, and his status among the dead is not low, and even if he wants to appear, it will have to wait until two versions later.

Now, in September of 553, the first version has not yet been opened.

The bandits' companions were talking and laughing as they broke off small pieces of hard bread and stuffed them into their mouths, and seeing that Glo was not in a hurry, they had nothing to worry about. Although there are many terrible legends about the undead circulating among the people, after the last adventure, they also feel that these things are actually not so scary.

A full silver moon rises from the branches.

The owl fluttered its wings and landed on the eaves, its round oily yellow eyes shining brightly in the moonlight.

Goo-goo-goo -

"Baby, are you back?"

Hoarse, dry, like the sound of two coarse gravel rubbing against each other, a figure emerged from the dark room, white moonlight shone on him, and in spite of the darkness of the night, he was still wearing a pure black cloak—the kind of full-body style, which covered his head to his ankles, and wrapped him tightly from the top to the bottom.

"Goo-goo-"

The "black cloak" opened the window, and the owl flew down from the eaves and landed on his thin arm, and a piece of fresh meat of unknown origin was handed to the owl's crooked beak.

"Goo-goo-goo-goo-"

The owl swallowed the piece of meat in two bites, jumped onto the shoulder of the "black cloak" and continued to chirp.

"Baby, you mean, someone has been to our lab?"

"Coo-" The profound-minded owl nodded.

"Oh, little Willie, that's bad news...... Wait, you don't seem to have anything to say? ”

The Black Cloak stretched out its palm, a palm made of yellowish bones with no flesh attached to it, and lifted the owl from its shoulders to its face, its finger bones gently caressing its supple feathers.

"You're saying they're coming to our house again?"

Hearing the owl's story, if the "black cloak" still had a face, his expression would have become quite shocked and angry—but unfortunately he had chosen this path of immortality a hundred years ago, and two bright red rays of light shone through the shadow of the hood, like a burning fire, but without any temperature.

"Unforgivable fellow—"

"Black Cloak" placed his owl "Little Willy" on a desk with scattered books and manuscript paper, his finger bones tapping on the tabletop, as a creature that has lived for a long time, a necromancer who has turned himself into an undead, maybe there is still a little memory and feelings of his past life, but that is not much, the usual calm characteristics of the mage are more and more evident in this human commonly known as the "lich".

Without adequate information, the "Black Cloak" was in no hurry to act, and anger was just a meaningless emotion for him.

This time, the few pieces of information brought by "Little Willy" have already made him hesitate. In his laboratory, all the experimental specimens had been destroyed, and even the treasured treasures, as well as his [Dread Knight], who had always regarded as a treasure - the unexpected harvest of exploring a ruin, had been knocked into bones by the gang.

Anger is anger, except for making his soul fire burn more vigorously, it has no other superfluous effects.

Spike Calvin, the name of the "Black Cloak". He still has a good memory, but most of the time he calls himself "Spike", and the last name is not much necessary for a creature like the Lich who has been through a long time, has no wife and children (and even if he had it, he has already stumbled to fart), and cannot reproduce sexually.

Spike is angry right now - but the sanity imprinted on the 206 bones throughout his body reminds him that the gang is likely to be a nuisance. If the lich himself went out in person, it wasn't that he didn't have enough strength to deal with that group of guys, but he was worried that this trouble would lead to even more trouble.

After all, Master Spike's identity is somewhat shady - a stowaway from Dill who has broken his promise with the earthly world. Although he was once a member of the Council of the Dead, the great, wise Spike had to leave the unjust kingdom because of a feud with a certain bastard.

The calm, wise Lich Lord was unhappy with the stranger's interruption, and the black-and-yellow-feathered owl on his desk was jumping and cooing, but it suddenly lit up his eyes.

"Little Willie, thank you for telling me that there is another group of people who have come to the Birch Grove Valley."

Spike's bony palm slammed against the desk, the red glow in the darkness became more and more dazzling, and the information from "Little Willy" gradually formed a preliminary plan in his soul fire.

The next thing, for the clear-minded and logical Lich Lord, is to translate this initial plan into concrete action.

The phalanx grasped a quill pen and wrote on the manuscript paper with an extremely nimble motion.

The room was pitch black, and there was no light except the moonlight - of course, the Lich Lord was very well educated, and even with his eyes closed, he could write neat, beautiful, and artistic Elantra script.

"Revenge Plan 2—"