However, Mr. Connor couldn't understand that he didn't seem to have considered the feasibility and possibility of transforming a lich before.

After all, he was only in his early thirties, and no matter how you look at it, it is impossible for him to reach the end of his life.

Moreover, the success rate of the Lich's transformation ritual is very low, and there must be more than one successful one out of a hundred people who have the ability to toss this ritual, but there may not be one successful one out of ten such people.

Therefore, he has neither the motive nor the ability, let alone the materials and conditions...... In his imagination and cognition, he is still in the process of learning and accumulating, and at most he can create some middle-level undead with relaxed conditions.

For example, the ritual of necromancy that analyzes the essence of one's own life, extracts one's soul, and transforms it into another form of life, is definitely too top-notch to be at the top, just like the most difficult surgery recognized in the medical world.

Who would dare to go next if they are not the top bulls? And even the top doctors are at risk of surgery failure, not to mention that Mr. Connor in this case is just a young doctor who has just started his internship and is gaining experience.

There is no reason and no way for him to play so big, this is no longer playing with fire, but a proper act of suicide.

But it was so magical and unbelievable that he felt as if he had fallen asleep unconsciously, and by the time he woke up, he had successfully completed the necromancy ritual that transformed the lich?

Even such a huge underground city of the dead has been built, and such a huge army of the undead has been formed?

What the hell are you kidding?!

Mr. Connor looked at the bones of his raised arm in a daze, feeling that his spirit had been greatly affected, and his mind had become confused again. The next moment, he felt his consciousness become hazy again, as if he was falling and falling in endless darkness.

He wanted to fight, he wanted to struggle, but the process was overwhelming and came too quickly.

Soon, the body of this standing lich appeared obvious fluctuations and disorders, and slowly calmed down again, as if the invisible confrontation in the body had been divided, so the aura became darker and colder.

Pale flames burned from its hollow eye sockets, emitting a surging curse, and the pure black skull suddenly moved, and its upper and lower jaws opened and closed to make a sound:

"Idiot! I am the future you, why have you always resisted so much! ”

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The villagers of Baiguoyuan Village did not rest very well tonight.

Because in the middle of the night, many people suddenly heard the dull sound of footsteps, horses' hooves, and the sound of armor shaking and rubbing outside.

It seemed that a large number of horses were marching, and they quickly passed through the village under the cover of night.

Someone was startled and fell straight out of bed, trembling with fear, thinking that the Nilfgaard had finally revealed their true form, showing their fangs, and preparing to slaughter the village directly—

After all, this kind of thing has not happened before, and it is even a regular thing, not far from the white orchard, there is a village, which was slaughtered by the army while the people were sleeping, burning crops and houses.

There were also people who were overjoyed, and they were eager to run out at once to meet the king, because they thought that the counterattack of the kingdom of Temeria was coming, and that the country was about to regain its lost territory, and they would smash the damned Nepgaard and drive the barbarians back to the south.

After all, patriots exist all the time, even if Temeria is constantly losing territory and the army has been defeated repeatedly, there are still many people who are unwilling to give up and cannot accept the shame of their country disappearing from the world map.

They took refuge deep in the mountains, taking advantage of the familiar terrain to avoid the capture of Nilfgaard's army, in an attempt to make a comeback and start guerrilla warfare.

It's just that when the villagers of Baiguoyuan Village quietly leaned into the crack of the door or the window, and peeked out cautiously, they could only see the troops of the Nilfgaard in black armor.

- It's not the Temerian kings who come to regain the lost territory, but it's not the Nilphgadian who tear their faces and prepare to slaughter the village.

As if facing a great enemy, they passed through the village and headed straight in that direction.

This made some of the villagers in Baiguoyuan Village extremely disappointed, and they couldn't help but scold and smash things everywhere in their houses. But some people felt relieved and returned to their beds to rest.

Not everyone still holds on to ethereal hopes, more people just have to get by, accept it, and as long as they can live, they will not want any changes in their current lives.

Especially the current white orchard, after all, everything is afraid of a comparison.

After learning the tactics of Peter Sal Guanli, the commander of the Nilfgaard army stationed in the White Orchard, the White Orchard has a rare peace in the area compared to the rest of Temeria.

Although appointed as the de facto ruler of the area, Captain Peter was once a farmer, so he understood the suffering of the people of Temeria -

As a result, his rule over the region was fairly fair among the Nilfgaards, such as his policy of demanding that the locals surrender grain and his requisition of skilled laborers to clean up the corpses of nearby battlefields to prevent the spread of infectious diseases.

However, when he and the authority of the Imperial army were offended, his punishment of the local people was also decisive and resolute.

Because of this, the White Orchard is one of the few areas in the northern realm that has not been too affected by the war, and the villagers are very content, and they feel that it is good that this is good—at least they will not be slaughtered, their wives and daughters will not be dragged out in the middle of the night, and they will not have to hand over more food than they can afford for fear of flogging......

Nilfgaard's troops did not stop, but continued to search ahead after confirming the direction according to the previous scout's answer.

Everyone's expressions were very serious, no one was in the mood to talk, and no one was complaining. After all, the scout's sightings were too scary, and no one wanted a dragon in the place where they were stationed.

They don't think that they and others are dragon slaying teams, but at least they have to find out clearly-

If it was confirmed that the dragon was not entrenched in the White Orchard area, then at least they could sleep peacefully.

If the dragon really stayed in the area of the White Fruit Orchard, they should at least find out the scope of the other party's territory, and then they could also deal with it, so as not to become the dragon's food stupidly.

Nor is there no one who is cursing in a low voice, cursing this sinister land. The others, although they did not echo it, still had an approving expression.

In the eyes of these Nilfgaards, the hellish place of Temeria was full of monsters, poor and remote, with a complex natural environment of swamps, forests, rivers, etc., cutting the land to pieces.

The treacherous and complex terrain not only made it extremely difficult for the Empire to conquer the north, but also gave the damned Temerians room to continue to resist.

It has also given birth to countless monsters of all kinds, from remnants to evil spirits, from monsters to elementals, and all kinds of strange things anyway.

It's like the river outside the ruins of their garrison's fortress is full of water spirits, and the corpses brought by the war have fed these disgusting things well, and because of the abundance of food, they continue to increase the number of races.

When patrolling the roads along the riverbank, groups of infantry, or even cavalry in groups of two, may be attacked by water spirits that suddenly pounce on them.

This is not bad, it is said that the Nilfgaard army in other places will often disappear without a trace for some reason because they are transporting supplies through the forest or clearing the battlefield in the wilderness.

It's good that they have disappeared without a trace, and some of them have even reappeared in another form, such as broken hands and feet, mutilated body parts such as severed heads, or even unrecognizable people.

Those people are often strayed into the hunting grounds of some murderous thing, and then hunted.

As for what those ferocious things were, it's hard to say, maybe it's an evil spirit like a daytime spirit, maybe it's a wurm like a pterodactyl. Anyway, for the former, the war has caused too much death and pain, and the conditions for the birth of a large number of evil spirits have been satisfied.

For the latter, the war destroyed the original order of human civilization, and made everything in the land of the northern realm return to a state of barbarism, primitiveness, and violence, and the primitive and barbaric laws of natural survival once again dominated the land of the northern realm.

Under this cruel law, how can human beings compete with those terrible and ferocious monsters and remnants?

The weak individual quality determines that they have no power to fight back, and it is almost impossible to fight alone. If there are more people, but if the number of people is a little smaller, then once you enter the hunting ground of something, there is almost no chance of being spared.

Originally, they all thought they were lucky enough, except for the fact that there were more water ghosts stationed there, there was only the problem of griffons wreaking havoc, and griffons were killed by witchers not long ago.

As a result, I didn't expect that the griffin beast had just been solved, and now there was an even more ferocious one.

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"Hmm...... It's ......"

Unconscious, Ciri slowly regained her presence, and she opened her eyes and looked around a little dazedly.

Immediately afterward, she found herself in what appeared to be being held in an eeriely dark dungeon, the air cold and dry. There was only a cold stone bed inside the cell, and the outside was a pitch-black iron bar.

Remembering what had happened before, the girl couldn't help but smile bitterly, what she was most worried about had happened.

But fortunately, things have not yet reached the worst point, as long as the other party does not kill her directly, then everything will still have a turnaround, and there is still a possibility of redemption...... The girl who has survived for several years in the apocalyptic world of the blue sky is as optimistic as possible.

One must have hope in order to live.

At this moment, there was a low and rhythmic sound of footsteps in the dark tomb passage outside, and Ciri's heart suddenly lifted.

Without giving her much time to be nervous, a figure appeared outside the iron bars of the cell, wearing a black burqa that covered most of its body, but its exposed hands were bones like black onyx.

And its skull, a pure black black diamond-like skull, pale flames burning in the non-existent sights of its eyes.

"—Sure enough, it's you! John Connor! ”

Despite his early speculation, Ciri was shocked and angry when he was confronted with this nightmarish figure.

She took several steps backwards, clinging to the cold stone wall behind her, but the distance and the iron fence did not give her the slightest sense of security.

This lich is too strong, not only is it famous for its endless undead army, not to mention its own immortality, but also the attainment of necromancy is terrifyingly strong, and the power of ice and death allows it to defeat an army alone.

At such a close distance, Ciri even doubted that the other party could tear his soul out of his body with just a single raise of his hand.

The lich, known as John Connor, had a burst of soul fire in its eyes, and then it opened its mandible:

"I was going to kill you outright, but...... You are lucky that your talent is unique in this world. ”

Moment brilliant said

I thought that this chapter couldn't be refreshed for a long time.,It's a delay in the starting point.,But when I looked up, I found that the saved drafts of several chapters in the draft box that were regularly released were automatically deleted.,Only the previous chapter was successfully published...... Shocked!