As a lich of the [Transcendent Realm], Robert can use his spiritual power to transmit some brief messages to other deceased, but there is a certain distance limit to do so, and the stronger his own strength, the greater the scope of the spiritual power spread - this kind of thing is like modern society calling through a mobile phone, which requires sufficient signal strength, and the person concerned is a mobile communication tower. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Walking in the wilderness, the Lich Mister quickly cast an illusion - in order to follow the local customs, his appearance was no longer a skeleton of a man, but an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, his face was that of a standard Northlander, with a high nose and deep eyes, and he smiled at the corners of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white and neat teeth.

Inky clouds float slowly in the night sky, and on the road between the wilderness, the lonely traveler walks alone.

The vampire lord Monica's confession echoed in the ears of Robert the Lich, as a powerful lich and the elected member of the Council of the Dead, he was not a simple-minded, easily fooled fool - in those confessions, he figured out the details on the spot. Admittedly, Monica's approach is not kind, but what does it matter? Robert only cared about whether he could achieve his goal, and other things were not in his consideration.

Dead friends do not die poor. Robert thought something about that.

In the silence of the night, his steps were not fast, but he always maintained a constant pace—the road to Afron, with the endless glittering sea on one side and the rolling hills and forests in the shadows of night on the other. The trees in the mountains and forests rustled softly in the night breeze, as if a hand was gently caressing, and from time to time there were a few "cooing" sounds of birds, he was not sure if it was an owl or something else, but he was not interested in researching it now, and after walking along the road for some distance, he was finally sure that his spiritual power was able to cover the entire range of Afron.

Sammy, Steven, Bauer...... Are you there? ”

Robert the Lich stood somewhere in the wilderness and transmitted his psychic power - seeing Monica's mortally injured appearance, he had given up on entering the human city, and he had so much trust in the undead in the city that he made a decision to give it carte blanche to make according to Monica's proposal.

If the task of collecting flesh and blood can be successfully completed by the few of them, Robert the Lich swears solemnly with half of the teeth in his skull's mouth that he will never share the credit, which is the reputation and morality of a lich. Like some professors at the Dead Bone Academy, they don't compete for signatures on the best papers of the year published by their students.

In the city at night, behind the tall and solid city walls, it was like a stone thrown into the water, and after about three or five minutes, Robert received a response from his mental power one after another—the first to show his head was Bauer; Then there were Sammy and Steven, judging by the perception of mental power, these two guys stayed together; Afterwards, the other dead responded, seven in all, in full line with his list, and it seems that they were not affected by the previous battle in the church.

Well, their voices were full of anger and mental power, and it was no wonder that Lady Monica was so angry--Robert the Lich thought to himself, he lost his movement when he heard the other side of the mental power, so he didn't continue to talk nonsense, and simply made arrangements for the seven dead.

There was silence on the other side, and no one said anything about it.

No opinion is acquiescence. In order to save on the "phone bill", Robert decided to end the mental power call, and he finally emphasized in an accentuated tone: This is the highest instruction from His Majesty Gregory.

Then, this plan to come to the surface is over. Robert thought for a moment and began to return the way he came, intending to stay in the town he had just passed by, waiting for their good news.

"Did you hear what that Robert guy said?"

In an old and dilapidated tavern in the southern part of Aflon, a man in the room asked another man. They have an ordinary and unremarkable appearance, dressed like the small businessmen who can be seen everywhere. An oil lamp was lit in the room with an oil-soaked cotton wick, perhaps not properly preserved or for other reasons, the wick was stained with some other impurities, and it burned with a slight "crackling" sound from time to time, vibrating the already weak flame to the verge of extinguishing.

In the dim light, their vague shadows were reflected on the walls.

In the contact of mental power, the instructions of the undead councilor, the lich Robert, the two of them heard clearly, but they also quickly sniffed out the strong smell of conspiracy - especially Sammy, who has always been known for his cunning, a rare lack of heroism among the death knights, he frowned, and looked at Steven beside him while combing the messy hair on his scalp with a comb.

"That doesn't sound like much of a hassle."

The other man replied that he was Steven the Lich, and that the Lich generally had a more sedate style than the Death Knights.

"Have you forgotten, the ascetic in the city? He's better than Ms. Monica. ”

"But our mission is not to fight, but to collect flesh. In the evening, I saw the soldiers in the city carrying away the corpses, and I quietly followed, and they took the corpses to a place in the southern city. ”

"You mean the house that smells of it?"

"That's right."

Lich Steven nodded. Shortly after the battle at dusk, the city guards who arrived cleaned the streets of corpses and bloodstains, not only on Buffalo Street, but also on the streets of the aristocratic district west of the city. And the tavern they were in now, looking out the window, could still be returned to the gray roof of the warehouse.

"In this way, the task seems to be easy. Our infiltration can easily hide from the soldiers on duty. ”

"No, no—Sammy, I heard the soldiers say that they were going to take the bodies to the cemetery outside the city tomorrow. Isn't it easier to get things out of town? ”

Steven the Lich hurriedly dissuaded his companion's inappropriate thoughts, his suggestion was so convincing that the Death Knight next to him only thought for a moment before agreeing.

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