The eight ghosts were destroyed in an instant, and the skeletons on the periphery immediately stopped and stopped walking into the swamp.

Everyone in the caravan held their breath, and they dared not make any moves.

I was afraid that I would be targeted if I moved casually.

Whether it is being targeted by people from the skeleton or being targeted by magicians at high places behind, it is not a good thing.

But they understood that the magicians behind seemed to be helping them.

So they sincerely hope that the magicians behind them can win.

At this time, the swamp was already showing signs of being frozen. Roland bounced his fingers and the swamp became muddy again.

Then a ball of light quickly moved forward and flew to the back of the skeleton sea. Under the strong light, a specially dressed "person" appeared in Roland's eyes.

The man was wearing a black magic robe, with his hair dry and like a mess of grass, his cheeks were dark and thin, and he had no moisture, like a mummy.

His forehead was covered with wrinkles, and even some of his skin was peeled off. He could see his white forehead bones.

As for other body parts, they are all hidden in the black robe and cannot be seen clearly.

But from here alone, we can see that this person is definitely a lich.

Roland also saw the 'blood bar' on his head, with a suffix behind it

The guide suddenly stared out with his eyes and shouted in horror: "It's the ice field harvester... I know why we are lost, it's it affecting us, it's the trick!"

Hearing the wizard's cry, the lich grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.

Then he looked at Roland provocatively, looking up and down, as if evaluating Roland's physical activity.
Chapter completed!