"But I'm afraid it's going to be hard for us to move on, without alarming anyone!"
Diego said worriedly.
There is only one path leading to the lower level, and that is the library where the Lich Chill is located.
"Then we'll kill all the way!"
The orc next to him said without hesitation.
In the eyes of orcs, fighting is always the first choice to solve problems.
Dezko couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Perhaps we can go straight down here," he whispered, and poked his head out of the railing to look down the hall, but he immediately retracted his head, "There are a lot of people down there!"
” Diego gave him a puzzled look, and then poked out half of his head to look down, and he was taken aback by what was below.
The hall at their feet was crowded with a dense Scourge of the Undead!
Like a can of sardines, there is hardly any space between these undead scourges, and if they were alive, they would have been overwhelmed, but for the undead creatures, this is not a big problem at all.
They stood there in silence, like neatly discharged cargo.
Diego roughly counted it, and there were four or five hundred people crowded into such a small hall!
And there are also undead scourge coming out of the side door and joining them.
"Hell, where did these undead come from?"
Beside him, Masrae asked in shock.
"Looks like we've come to the right place this time!"
Diego muttered.
He turned his head and looked at his mates, "Plans have changed, folks, we have to figure out now what these undead scourge are up to, where are these undead soldiers coming from!"
” "So what do we do?"
Brian asked in a low voice.
"Now we have two mission objectives, the first is to figure out the origin of these undead soldiers, and the second is to continue the survey."
Diego gathered his thoughts and continued, "In order to do both, we have to go as deep as we can here. ” "How?
Or is it like that in the grain trading area of Andohar?
It was Huffman who came from behind, he still remembered the violent assault like a fire, in fact, during this time, the Storm Whip had practiced this tactic a few times, and he had summed up some lessons.
"No, that time we were dealing with a normal undead scourge, but this time we were dealing with a powerful lich, and that assault tactic doesn't work here."
Diego vetoed Huffman's proposal, then beckoned, motioning for everyone to gather around, "Wait a minute, when we rush in, Huffman will lead your people to kill those necromancer apprentices as quickly as possible, Dezko will cooperate with your actions, and Masrae, Brian and Bloodspear, the three of you must get close to the lich as soon as possible, and fire at full power!"
” "Is there anything this chilling lich needs attention?"
Masrae asked, these lichs are always strange and it wouldn't be a bad idea to know more.
"This lich is very good at frost spells, and every melee attack on him triggers the 'Touch of Sorrow' effect, which is frostbitten by the frost power on his body......"
"Wow, a big hedgehog!"
The orc interjected playfully, although it attracted Diego's eyes, but it made everyone laugh in a low voice, and the tension before the battle suddenly dissipated a lot.
"He will also use the 'Soul Destruction' spell to attack the enemy's soul, but you don't have to worry about this shadow spell, I will activate the Shadow Resistance Aura before the battle to protect everyone from it," Diego didn't bother with the Blood Spear, but continued to analyze it for everyone, "In addition, this lich has mastered the spells of Ice Tide, Ice Tide, and Frost Grip......"
He spoke for a full quarter of an hour, until everyone nodded their heads to indicate that they had remembered, and even the orc blood spears nodded like pecking rice, and then he closed his mouth.
"Okay, is there anything else you don't understand?"
He asked one last time.
To his surprise, no one spoke, as everyone was looking at him with a look of horror and inexplicability, as if looking at an omniscient monster.
"What's wrong?"
He asked, a little inexplicably.
"I have to say, it's a horrible thing to be your enemy!"
Brian?
Copperbeard swallowed and exclaimed in heartfelt admiration, "This lich is as transparent as it is in front of you, and for a spellcaster, this is nothing short of a disaster!"
” "You know, I've got a good relationship with Sylvanas, and I've gotten a lot of information from her - the Forsaken know a lot more about the Scourge than the humans," Diego explained, a little flustered, and he quickly shifted the conversation elsewhere, "Alright, well, now isn't the time to worry about that, we need to get moving!"
” "Damn, no one's information can be so detailed, okay?"
Everyone couldn't help but curse in their hearts, but they also knew that Diego was right, they had to start acting!
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The group tiptoed past the bridge and into the arch.
Passing through the archway, Diego found them standing on a two-man pedestal, with two stairs leading to the ground from either side of the platform.
The platform was located in a huge hall fifty yards long and thirty yards wide.
In contrast to the gloom and gloom of other places, a large set of elf-style classical chandeliers hangs from the ceiling in the middle of the hall, and dozens of candles illuminate the hall.
At the base of the surrounding wall, there were also many standing candlesticks, under which several necromancer apprentices were sitting and reading intently.
So many candles were made for them - until they learned enough about spiritism, they were not qualified to accept their master's gift to transform into a true necromancer or lich - they were still alive and still needed light.
It's ironic!
In fact, the hall was originally a place where the Barov family held funerals and sacrificed their ancestors, and after years of construction, this hall was built in a magnificent and magnificent manner, and even the surrounding walls are carved with reliefs telling the story of the Barov family in the past.
But now, the glory of the past has long since faded, and the glory of the family has been abandoned.
The curtains, paintings, and other decorations that had hung all around were long gone, the walls and floors were splattered with black-brown blood, and the ceremonial utensils made of precious metals such as gold and silver had been looted, leaving only an empty and desolate place, used by the Scourge as a library for training necromancers' apprentices.
Diego took two steps forward, revealing his figure at the edge of the platform, while the others silently groped down the stairs to the bottom of the platform.
Just then, Diego heard a terrible roar.
"There are living people here!"