The purple sky is darker than usual, as if telling everyone that the dawn of the plague land has not begun, but Lu Li and his friends know that the time is almost over, so Lu Li promised that the army must be in place quickly to welcome the subsequent battle.

"Duyuan, get up!" Lu Li nodded.

A portal was quickly summoned out in a remote corner, and more and more adventurers walked out of the portal.

"Five hundred people, is it enough?" Lu Li Dayou's attitude of getting five hundred people over if you say you can't have enough, so Solomon waved his hands repeatedly.

"Enough is enough, but we don't have much time. We will retreat immediately after grabbing the potion box, otherwise we will be unable to leave if we are discovered by the Scourge's air units."

"I hope there are no particularly powerful people," Lu Li could only pray like this. Although he brought such a lot of people, it would be troublesome if he really encountered a boss. During the plague land during the event, it would be no worse than those of the top outdoor bosses at present, let alone time limits.

"Don't worry, if there is a very powerful person, I've been discovered yesterday. The most difficult thing is probably a lich, which is stronger than me. You also know that my profession is not very suitable for head-on combat," Solomon said confidently.

As expected, he was a passionate nobleman who was eager to establish his achievements. Yesterday, the so-called sending someone to check was actually coming over, and Lu Li was relieved again.

Solomon is probably the strength of a quasi-BOSS, and he is a weaker one. With his joining, it is not a big problem to deal with a quasi-BOSS as long as it is less than the BOSS level. It is not a problem for Lu Li to clean up the monsters more people.

At that time, the harvest will be more than just potions. In the current plague land, even if it is a quasi-BOSS, it can still drop good things.

Many players gather together and kill some elites like stitching monsters on the periphery, and they may lose dark gold equipment - just the benefits during the event. There is no such good thing after this [Plague Spread] event.

"As soon as you cross the bridge, you will start fighting. Cangshui Changge, come and mock the Lich. You are ready in the world. If there are other powerful monsters, you can go up. Team one to twenty ambush on the left side of the bridge, team twenty to forty ambush on the right side of the bridge, team twenty to forty ambush on the right side of the hillside, magic system and treatment..."

Lu Li's rapid deployment of troops opened his eyes.

"What am I doing?" Solomon asked.

He felt that such an arrangement and the combination of various professions could kill a lich who was as strong as his.

"Uh, sir, I will tell you when you need it later. Now you can stand with me and watch," Lu Li can only say that Solomon is a thief, a slim profession. If he is killed by a lich, it will be troublesome. Lu Li dare not use him as a meat shield.

A convoy was slowly coming, and in the hazy morning light, what was presented to everyone's eyes was a little bit of gloomy light.

It was the soul fire of the undead. The one who pulled the cart was the undead horse, and the one who followed were various undead guards.

There were four cars in total, probably because I felt that the deep plague land was in the hinterland, so there were not many undead people following me. A seat was installed on the car at the end, and a person holding a bone staff in his hand sat upright on it. The staff was as crystal clear as green, which was particularly attractive.

Lich!

During his tenure as chief of the Drano tribe, Neozu commanded many orc warlocks and shaman sacrifices.

After Draenor was destroyed, Kiljadan and the Legion captured these evil controllers and transformed them into twisted selves. These lichs had powerful magical powers, and their immortal undead bodies were firmly controlled by the powerful will of Ner's ancestors.

As the lichs showed unswerving loyalty to their masters, Neozu granted control of the cold north to them. They used their evil will and great power to serve as loyalty to their masters, and when the great masters had no time to clone, they often led the entire army as generals and agents.

The lichs were deeply entangled with cold power from the dark side of the tomb. They were able to cast powerful frost magic and their own considerable spiritual magic.

They abandoned their fragile body of the world just to embrace the immortal body of immortality.

Often, they crave strength, cunning, evil.

They like gorgeous scenes and tricks; they often wear kings and priests' clothes, and let their subordinates call themselves by strong names.

Sometimes, the lichs would claim that Neozu himself gave them extraordinary powers directly, and they performed as if Neozu was a god, and they were the priests and prophets chosen by God.

Just like this guy in front of him, he not only has a gorgeous staff, but his clothes are also particularly gorgeous and exquisite. There are also many gems on it, and on his head, if the crown could be exploded, there would definitely be many slutty mages willing to lose everything.

To maintain this luxury, the lich often waged wars against the living towns, and they collected treasures like dragons.

Of course, not all lichs are powerfully destroyed. With the increase in the number of lichs, and due to the urgent need to expand the natural disaster territory, a large number of lichs were created. They either took charge or performed special tasks on their behalf.

If the sewing monster is scared in the plague land, then ordinary players should just run away when they see the lich.

[Plague Spread] This activity is ultimately a war between NPCs, and players just follow behind to pick up some leftovers.

The name of this lich is Anglish. Lu Li didn't know where he came from, and Solomon knew nothing.

In fact, Anglish was once a magic teacher in Dalaran. When he was thirty, he was a medium-sized magic teacher. When he was forty, fifty, and sixty, he was still a medium-sized magic teacher. The old magician was almost desperate.

Because as he grew older, he found that his physical strength and memory qualities were declining.

Death had already begun kissing his forehead, leaving wrinkles.

Anglish was timid and cowardly, addicted to the magic world. He did not start to face death until this moment, but he was unwilling to give up. He felt like a seeker standing in front of the door. As long as he opened the door, he would be another world.

After a long period of time seeking the answer, Anglish turned his attention to the rebellious Kelthuzad.

This great wizard, who had achieved far higher than him, proved another feasible path with facts.

However, the transformation of the lich is not easy. The lich can be said to be the promotion of the undead mage. If there is no powerful figure such as Ner'ozu, Arthas, or Kel'thuzad himself, it will not be able to transform even if it is transformed.

Anglish was surrounded by more than a dozen students at that time. He betrayed his students and sold their mana and soul to Kelthuzad.

Maybe it was because of his crazy spirit, maybe it was because he was in a good mood at that time.
Chapter completed!