Not many mages are willing to actively transform themselves into lichs, which is more of a desperate choice...... In life, there are always many unfinished things to be resolved. That's why most liches transform themselves in the first place - Eliface Levy, the Great of the Dead.

At this moment when the two of them were arguing, the orc army had already rushed over, crowded with people, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

The north and south sides of the fortress are very different, the southern wall, although also tall, is only thirty meters high, and the northern wall is a full fifty meters high, and it is much thicker. The entire wall was built in a canyon less than two hundred meters wide, which was very conducive to defense. There were no cracks in the walls, as if they had been poured in one piece, and the unknown black rocks on the outside of the walls were densely covered with patterns, extending to the cliffs of the canyons on both sides, making it clear at a glance that some kind of magic had solidified. The cliffs of the canyon also seem to have been specially groomed, vertical as a knife, smooth as a realm, and low-level professionals don't want to climb at will.

This wall is the moat where the orcs lead to their homeland.

The orcs seem to know this, too, and they attack resolutely. A tall warrior planted a battle flag in the dirt, and an old orc, who looked like a spellcaster, held a bone staff in his hand, and gradually danced like a madman. After a while, as he chanted, waves of visible ripples spread out from the battle flag.

Everywhere the ripples passed, all the orc warriors had red eyes and bruises.

Then, they rushed up with the ladder straight and straight.

Even the layman Richie could see that their charge had no hierarchy, no formation, and perhaps even no command. Just like that, they swarmed and ran. Of course, if there is any tactic, it may be the undead who are the first.

For the first time, Richie saw the undead - a group of running skeletons couldn't seem like something else. Each of the undead was pale and charred, and was covered in tattered armor, some of which had even rotted into strips, something that no scavenger on Earth would pick up, because the garbage collection station probably wouldn't accept it. It's just the ghostly fire flickering in the two huge eye sockets, which looks terrifying.

Victor's expression has relaxed a lot since he saw the battle flag: "It seems that this Yellow Sand tribe has recruited a lich, but its strength is not very good." Kai, keep an eye on this guy for a while, and if you get a chance, catch him back and play for us. ”

"How do you know it's a lich and not a necromancer, and how do you judge his strength?"

"You're right. I just judged the approximate method of refining the undead by the spellcaster on the other side. His technique is very good, he should be a veteran crafter, compared to his technique, his magic level is not high, it can basically be judged that this is a guy who transformed himself into a lich very early, of course, it is not ruled out that this is a genius necromancer, it is better to catch it that way, isn't it?"

"Uh~ Olivia will have an opinion if you do this. ”

Victor spread his hands: "It's good to hide it." In my opinion, whether it is a lich or an undead, it is no different from a temple. As long as it can increase the strength of our territory, it is enough. Don't believe too much in Olivia's set, when you learn the magic circle, the first thing you have to learn is the soul sustenance circle, and I will help you make a good life box for you to take with you at any time. ”

"I'm so young, and haven't the lifespans of spellcasters who have broken through to the high level increased a lot?

"You mean mages only transform into lichs when they're dying?

"This ...... I thought to myself, didn't I?"

"Of course not! The Lich is slow to accumulate mana, as their magic circuits are no longer alive to carry in the flesh. This is one of the reasons why the Lich is slow to rise to the ranks......"

"Oh, is there any other reason?"

"That's what I'm going to say, broken souls. What do you think is the reason why the Lich has always been dominant among the undead creatures?"

"Wisdom?"

"Relatively intact memory and sanity, to be exact. All the undead have intelligence beyond ordinary beasts, but only the Lich is as intelligent as us living intelligent races, and even higher than us. This has a lot to do with the quality of their life boxes and magic arrays when they transform. A good life box and magic circle will make the transformation process smoother, and retain more memories and sanity. ”

"But what does that have to do with me?"

Victor sneered: "Of course, it is so that you can 'survive' as much as possible in the event of an unexpected death." Do you think all geniuses can survive to adulthood? The Medusa you've ever seen, their poison is the most common means of assassination, but for countless years, only their own hair and snake moults can detoxify. I can name a myriad of unique methods, any one of which will be enough to kill you before we can save you!"

Richie's face turned pale for a moment, and it was only then that he realized that he had been firmly bound to the other party from the moment he was born into Stormwind Castle. Victor must have a lot of enemies, and they don't care if Richie is a time-traveler or not, or how much they identify with the Swan family.

By the time he felt the cold sweat soaking his back, the battle had already begun.

As the vanguard army of the undead approached the city walls, six red dragons swooped down from the sky in two formations, and the spitting dragon breath formed six long walls of fire on the ground, dividing the entire orc army into seven sections.

The mage at the top of the wall kept pouring magic on the wall of fire closest to the wall, and the wall of fire burned even more violently when it was hit by magic. The flames scorched the air, and Richie couldn't see what was going on with the orcs behind the wall of fire, but it must have been hard to think about.

The Swann family was not without losses, and four red dragons were nailed deep into the belly of the throwing spear. Richie saw a dragon with five or six spears stuck in its belly landing on the wall with difficulty, and his knight jumped off the dragon's back in the air in a hurry, and went to help him pull out the spear as soon as possible.

The material of the wooden spear seems to be very fragile, which is not to say that the orcs can't afford to use good weapons, but they can only infuse the fighting energy once to project, so that the wooden spear will break, leaving a part of it in the body of the attacked, which is specially built to deal with large creatures.

The knight drew only half of his spear, and he didn't care about the blood pouring all over his body, but took out a dagger, and roughly cut open and widened the dragon's wound, and without hesitation, an arm reached in, trying to pull out the tip of the spear that was broken inside.

The dragon screamed, but it didn't struggle, but this time it was still only half a broken log. The knight angrily pulled a member of the rescue team who had been waiting for him early, and the latter skillfully pulled out a bar as thin as a steel bar, and quickly stabbed it along the wound, and in a moment a cold and glistening iron spear head was pulled out and thrown to the ground. A robed temple believer pressed his hand to the wound and whispered a whisper, and by the time he took it away, the wound was no longer visible......

After only five or six minutes, all the broken spears in the dragon's body were cleared, and the wounds had been treated, and the dragon seemed to have lost too much blood and had fainted, but it shouldn't be a big problem.