Destiny Thief

Chapter 26 The Lich's Prank II

Glo had carefully observed the intensity of the holy light when Radia cast the [Detect Undead] spell.After comparison, the Holy Light was slightly dimmer than the previous one.

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

This also made Gloh decide to stay and find out—the temptation of a large amount of experience points is really hard for people to give up, including his companions, who have already felt that their physical fitness has improved after experiencing continuous "spawning monsters". promoted.

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

Picking up the kettle and pouring a sip of water into her small mouth, Radia asked after swallowing the dry food.After experiencing the adventure of "spawn monsters" and the [Tomb of the Dead] copy, this mage lady's temperament suddenly became much calmer, and she no longer had the slightest fear of those hideous and ugly undead. She even... Some urge to try.

"Skeleton warriors, ghouls, etc. are very likely. There will never be another fear knight?"

Relaxed, Glo said with a laugh.He wasn't worried about actually encountering the [Knight of Fear]—in "Dispute", every [Knight of Fear] in the extraordinary realm had a name and a surname, and his status among the dead was not low. To appear on the stage, we have to wait until after two versions.

And now, in September 553, the first version has not yet been opened.

While chatting and laughing, the companions of the bandit group broke off a small piece of hard bread and stuffed it into their mouths. Seeing that Glo was in a hurry, they had nothing to worry about.Although there are many scary legends about the undead among the people, after experiencing the last adventure, they also feel that these things are not so scary.

A silvery full moon rises from the branches.

The owl flapped its wings and landed on the eaves, its round oily yellow eyes were extraordinarily bright in the moonlight.

cuckoo-

"Honey, are you back?"

Hoarse, dry, like the sound of two rough gravel rubbing against each other, a figure emerged from the dark room, and the white moonlight shone on him. Even though it was night, he was still wearing a pure black cloak— — the full-body style, covering him tightly from the huge hood that covered his head to his ankles.

"Cuckoo-"

"Black Cloak" opened the window, and the owl flew down from the eaves and landed on his thin arm. Then, a piece of fresh meat from an unknown source was handed to the owl's curved beak.

"Cuckoo - cluck -"

The owl swallowed the piece of meat in three or two bites, jumped onto the shoulder of "Black Cloak" and continued to hoot.

"Honey, you mean, someone has been in our lab?"

"Cuckoo—" the understanding owl nodded.

"Oh—Little Willie, this is really bad news... Wait, you seem to have something to say?"

"Black Cloak" stretched out its palm—it was a palm made of yellow bones without any flesh and blood attached to it. It held the owl from its shoulders to its face, and gently stroked the soft feathers with its finger bones. .

"You mean that group of people came near our house again?"

Hearing the owl's narration, if "Black Cloak" still had a face, then his expression would definitely become quite shocked and angry-it's a pity that he had already chosen this path of eternal life a hundred years ago, two bright red spots The light shone through the shadow of the hood, like a burning flame, but without any warmth.

"The unforgiving fellow—"

"Black Cloak" put his owl "Little Willy" on a desk with scattered books and manuscript papers, tapping his finger bones on the table, as a living creature with a long history, a dead man who has undead himself The spirit mage may still have some memories and feelings from his previous life, but that's not much. The calmness that mages usually have is more and more obvious in this "lich" commonly known by humans.

If he doesn't get enough information, "Black Cloak" is not in a hurry to take action, anger is just a meaningless emotion to him.

This time, several pieces of information brought by "Little Willy" had already caused him a lot of hesitation.In his laboratory, all the experimental specimens were destroyed. Even the treasured treasures and the [Dread Knight] that he had always regarded as his treasure - an unexpected harvest from exploring a certain ruins, were all destroyed. He had already been smashed into bones by that group of people.

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

Spike Calvin, "Black Cloak" name.He still has a deep memory, but most of the time he calls himself "Spike", a surname, for a lich who has experienced a long time, has no wife and children (even if he had one before his death, he would have been farting), and cannot reproduce sexually The creature has not much need.

Spike is very angry now - but the rationality imprinted on the 206 bones in his body reminds him all the time, that group of people is likely to be trouble.If the Lich himself dispatches it himself, it's not that he doesn't have enough strength to deal with those guys, but he is worried that this trouble will lead to even bigger troubles.

After all, Lord Spike's identity is somewhat shady—a stowaway from Dill who violated the agreement with the above-ground world.Although he was once a member of the Undead Council, the great and wise Spike had no choice but to leave the country where there was no justice at all because of a grievance with a certain bastard.

The calm and wise Lord Lich was very dissatisfied with the interference of strangers. The black-and-yellow feathered owl on the desk was jumping and cooing, but suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Little Willie, thank you for telling me there's another party coming to Birchwood Vale."

Spike's bony palm slapped heavily on the desk, and the red light in the pitch black became more and more dazzling. The information from "Little Willy" was constantly added, and a preliminary plan gradually formed in his soul fire.

The next thing, for Lord Lich, who has a clear mind and acts logically, is to transform this preliminary plan into concrete actions.

Fingerbone grabbed a quill pen, and began to write on the manuscript paper with an extremely flexible movement.

The room was pitch black, except for the moonlight, and there was no light at all—of course, Lord Lich has a very good cultural accomplishment, even with his eyes closed, he can still write neat, beautiful, and artistic Elantra cursive characters .

"Revenge Plan No. 2—"

(End of this chapter)