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Everyone else was silent.
Xiao Bai, who was riding on the king's neck, expressed his insights from a high place: "You are so smart! I was right!"
Elizabeth: "Xiao Bai is right."
Nini: "So we're not leaving in secret tonight?"
Wang: "Of course not. Speed is of the essence. We must leave tonight!"
Rosalie: "Wait a minute! You don't want your Star Seeker anymore?"
Wang: "That's my plan two. I'll transform into a dragon and attack the orcs' crossbow positions, and then the Star Chaser will take the opportunity to kill them. But it's better to sneak out without alerting the orcs than to launch a large-scale attack."
Rosalie: "Isn't stealth dangerous?"
Wang: "Stealth is not necessarily dangerous. After all, whether you will be discovered depends on how well the opponent plays. But turning into a dragon and attacking is definitely dangerous."
"I'm afraid the second plan is not very realistic." Duke Connaught said, "According to current reports, the orcs have set up crossbows on both sides of the river. A total of seven crossbow positions have been discovered. In addition, our spies have discovered that the crossbow positions are protected by fifth-ring or even sixth-ring spellcasters."
Wang: "Shaman?"
Connaught: "No, it looks like a wizard."
The king frowned: "An orc mage?"
"Human necromancer, with zombies."
At this time, the eldest prince spoke up: "According to the reliable intelligence we have obtained, there is a powerful nine-ring lich by the side of the new leader of the Orc Tribe. We are seeking help from the Union of Arcane Law, and the Knights of Lancelot and Typhon in the city are already restless. For the top paladins of the Knights, the nine-ring lich is their dream prey."
Wang: "We already know this. I mean, in the first half, the orcs had the help of liches."
The eldest prince: "Didn't your teacher say that there are several manifestations of the crisis? Among them are the active undead creatures and the large number of liches appearing."
Wang: "That was the third stage. The second stage hasn't come yet. Are there any cheap but 'overly' effective healing scrolls and healing potions for sale in the city?"
The eldest prince: "No. In fact, there are no healing scrolls and healing potions for sale in the city. We wanted to purchase more for the city defense forces, but we couldn't find a place to buy them. We could only ask the city's mages, priests, and alchemists to work overtime."
Flint stopped trying to climb up between the battlements and turned to ask, "How come your officials can't get any healing scrolls or potions?"
Connaught said in a disgusted tone: "They were all bought by the nobles. These days, a large number of nobles who have no confidence in their castles have poured into Minos. They purchase a large number of healing scrolls and potions. If the orcs rush in and kill a noble, they can search him for five healing scrolls.
"Your Majesty publicly ordered the nobles to donate scrolls to the fighting troops. Guess what happened? The noble who donated the most only donated 20 scrolls, saying that was all he had. So Your Majesty beheaded him for treason and found scrolls in his mansion.
"This is a warning to others. After that, the nobles handed over several thousand scrolls. Everyone knows that they still have some, but Your Majesty can't kill them anymore. Under such circumstances, the standing soldiers brought by the nobles are also an important fighting force."
Rosalie: "Monrovia is so sick. Although the neighboring country of Kosania has civil war every time it elects a new emperor, at least each family has strong soldiers, but they are just not united."
Elizabeth frowned: "This is prejudice."
Just before the two started arguing, Wang said, "Without the cheap scrolls and potions, the appearance of the lich was just an accident and has nothing to do with the crisis we are dealing with."
The team members were already used to the mage's true-to-life performance, but the Monrovians looked at each other in bewilderment.
Wang: "We'd better sneak away tonight. Good luck to you."
The eldest prince said: "Our scouts have liberated some slaves from the orcs. Since the orcs did not plunder this time, these slaves are old slaves who have been imprisoned by the orcs for many years. They provided an interesting intelligence."
Wang: “What?”
"The lich's name is Elzam Malcolm."
Chapter 120 A meeting between a genius and a genius?
The king stopped and looked at Éowyn. "Can you tell me again?"
"Elzam Malcolm." Eowyn said seriously, as if facing a great enemy.
WANG: "Elzam Malcolm (ecstatic)???"
Elizabeth immediately followed with: "Elzam..."
But Wang interrupted her: "Is it really Mumu?"
Éowyn looked confused: "Who?"
Wang: "Mmm! It's that Elzam Malcolm! Are you sure it's his name? Did the Shadow Thief get the information and lie to me? I tell you, I can now super-magically transform Fireball into Sunburst. Although I have to sleep for three days after I'm done, it's still no problem to blow you to death!"
Éowyn: "Have you ever encountered a lich of that name before?"
Wang: "We cracked the underground palace he left behind and dismantled his masterpiece, the Fetal Movement Hall. To be honest, I really want to talk to him, because the mechanism design of the Fetal Movement Hall is amazing, and he and I must have a lot in common!"
The prince and the imperial military chief were both stunned.
Elizabeth reminded him, "You stole his Cyclops Core and then filled it with energy. Aren't you afraid that he will take the Core back? And the equipment as well."
Wang: "This... someone who can design such a creative mechanism and thoughtfully leave a glimmer of hope, won't care about these things, right?"
Flint: "A glimmer of hope? I don't know about you. I almost died in there."
Wang explained very seriously: "Of course there is a glimmer of hope. The earth usually doesn't crack like that. This can only be a carefully designed mechanism.
"We were at a very shallow location at the time. If we had gone deeper, we would have probably seen the structure used to create this ground fissure. When the mechanism was activated, the underground structure would break as designed, and the ground would crack.
"The most amazing thing about this mechanism is that the cave dwellers have beaten the ground above into a honeycomb, but the ground can still crack like this."
Eowyn looked at the king in confusion. "You mean, the lich designed a dungeon with a lot of traps, but designed a more complicated structure so that the person who triggered the trap could escape perfectly? Why did he do that?"
Wang asked in return: "Why not? Isn't this interesting?"
"Interesting?" Éowyn's upbringing finally failed, and he showed a shocked and incomprehensible expression.
But the old Duke of Connaught could still hold on. He said to the king seriously: "My lord, don't think too highly of the lich. He must have ulterior motives. It's just that you are blessed with good fortune..."
Wang shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, a normal wizard spends the second half of his life fighting against aging, because he has too much knowledge to learn and too many mysteries to explore. So it is natural for a wizard to seek to prolong his life.
"Especially for mages who have reached the ninth ring, there is not a single one who is not obsessed with exploration, which is more important than anything else in the world. Liches are undead creatures, and necromancy spells are spells that deal with death and souls. Many of these spells seem extremely evil.
"Lichs are naturally closely connected to these spells. After being subtly influenced over the long years, I admit that most liches are indeed evil."
Connaught frowned: "What's the difference between this and not saying anything?"
"Of course there are differences. I'm telling you, not every lich is bad. There are also those who are obsessed with magic and pursue interesting things, just like cats." The king paused, "I think Mumu is such a lich. Although his ultimate goal is to become a god."
The paladin of Typhon, the god of justice, behind the Duke of Connaught shouted, "Typhon, what a blasphemous idea! He must be completely destroyed!"
Wang: "Appreciation is actually similar to promotion. If you think this is blasphemy, then our promotion is also blasphemy. Not only do we planeswalkers never use honorifics to address gods, we also smoke, drink, and perm our hair in front of them.
"If it weren't for the gods, demons, or devil lords, they all have some rules to protect them, and the planeswalkers are not inferior to them in terms of power.
"Now, we can't beat them. After all, they are the ones who make the rules and have the authority, but they can't catch the planeswalkers either.
“My master said that there was a planeswalker he knew who loved to tease gods.
“Even if an angry god used his authority to forcibly expel me from the plane, I would immediately adjust the timeline to the time when I was just expelled, and then make faces at the god.
"The reason why planeswalkers travel to various planes is to find the rule of all rules, the starting point of everything.
"As long as we find that and master it, we can kill or give life to the gods at will."
The paladin's face turned green. He drew out his sword, and the weapon covenant gave the sword a red halo. "I will never allow such blasphemous statements to exist! You must take back your words!"
At this time, Marika appeared behind the paladin: "Instead of looking for trouble with our captain, you might as well kill me first. I am an evil drow elf. Don't you all like to call us dark elves?"
The paladin saw the drow and roared, "Damn evil creature! Die! Most Holy..."
"That's enough!" The Duke of Connaught sighed, "So I have a bad impression of the paladins. Wherever they are, there will always be unnecessary disputes. If you insist, everyone has their own evil side, myself and the two highnesses. Are you going to kill us all?"
The paladin was speechless for a moment, but immediately said: "I will stop the evil from happening!"
Drow: "You can't reason with paladins. They are all fanatics of some god, crusaders."
King: "But I still want a paladin in the team. Having only a dwarf in the front row doesn't seem enough."
Dwarf: "Do you think my legs are too short or something?"
Wang: "No, your short legs are an advantage, as you are in the front row."
Flint began to blow his carefully braided beard: "Carris Newman! I can't pretend I didn't hear it!"
Wang: "You also want to learn the Paladin?"
Flint looked at the paladin and shook his head. "No, forget it. I'm Kaelin's priest, and I don't get along with the cans anyway."
After all, Kailin... is such a god, right?
The paladin was still furious: "How dare you blaspheme like this..."
At this time, Prince Eowyn said: "You are a paladin, not a barbarian. Barbarians shout all day long, and then their bodies glow red."
The paladin's defense was broken by this sentence.
"This... Your Highness, I..."
Connaught: "Turn back and return to your mission—"
As soon as the words fell, the archer on the arrow tower shouted: "Dragon!"
Everyone turned their heads and looked outside the city wall.
Even without Nini's vision, the king saw the dragon flying towards Minos, but the dragon looked a little strange...
Nini yelled, "Zombie Dragon!"
Flint pulled out his warhammer and yelled, "Where is it?"
Nini had already drawn her bow, but the king stopped her: "Wait a minute!"
Because the wings and skin of zombie dragons are full of holes bitten by worms, their flying ability is very poor, far less maneuverable and fast than that of normal adult dragons.
As the zombie dragon slowly approached, Xiaobai suddenly shouted, "It stinks!"
Wang: "Ah, this is the unique smell of a corpse dragon."
By this time, the alarm had already sounded on the city wall, and all archers were in position, firing dense rain of arrows at the slowly approaching dragon - although it was slower than other dragons, a zombie dragon could also fly at a speed of 200 feet per second.
Nini asked Wang in confusion: "Why don't you let me shoot?"
"A zombie dragon has no intelligence, not at all," the king replied. "It can only perform simple tasks, such as rushing over to perform a breath attack on the people on the wall. But look at its flight path, it doesn't look like it's going to perform a breath attack. I've transformed into a dragon several times, and I used them to fight. I know the attack patterns of dragons very well."
Nini: "So what do you mean?"
"It may have been used as a mount."
Nini looked at the zombie dragon: "Indeed, it was blocked by the dragon's body just now. Now from this height and angle, I can see there is a rider behind the dragon. Wait a minute, the rider is casting a spell!"
She drew her bow once more—