Alyssa's eyes wandered between the hills in the dusk, passing through a fir forest, and then she saw the chosen ones who were being guarded by the undead in the open space. After a while, she saw the woods in another direction.

Trolls wandering back and forth from the edge.

Then she looked away, quietly returned to the bushes, picked up the communication crystal, and announced: "Captain, I'm here."

"According to the original plan, he has already entered the mine, be careful." Fang Plover's voice came from over there.

"knew."

Alyssa looked around, then carefully arched her body and jumped to the side of a short slope like a bobcat. There were two huge rocks there. She hid between the huge rocks and disappeared into the dark bushes behind her.

middle.

The process is silent, and the fir forest in the distance is quiet and silent.

The entrance to the mine tunnel——

The snow has almost buried most of the entrance, but someone has recently dug a hole. The edges of the hole are overgrown with weeds, and there is a dark hole inside.

The 'messenger' stood at the edge of the entrance and asked the undead guards to raise the rosin torches in their hands - although undead creatures have dark vision, necromancers do not - and the lighting crystal is an alchemical item, but the undead cannot use it.

The torch light illuminated a small area, but it was enough to outline the outline of the entrance. The 'Messenger' looked up and saw that the wooden beams left decades ago were overwhelmed and collapsed. The iron hooks above were originally used to hang miner's lamps.

The place has long been empty.

Several rusty railroad tracks buried under the snow extend into the dark depths.

He looked at the railroad tracks and thought to himself that his judgment was not wrong. Even if the entrance was intact, Shancock would not be able to get in.

The Necromancer himself is weak and the summoned objects are too dull. Shankok is his big help. Of course he knows this. However, the previous tests have not yielded any results, and the information obtained is specious - the only thing that is certain is that,

There would be nothing gained from letting those people in, it would just be a waste of his precious magic power.

It was getting late, and he had no time to waste time here, and when he thought about the things that might appear under the moonlit night, he had to go and investigate in person - trying to end all this before the silver moon was born.

Four black swordsmen in front and behind guarded him.

At the same time, there is a tall ghoul beside him - the Corpse Eater, an advanced undead with level twenty-three, which is one of the strongest combat forces at his disposal besides Shancock.

Of course, while keeping a distance, the Necromancer himself is not bad in combat, not to mention that he also controls the power of 'that Lord'. After carefully thinking about the trump card he had, the 'Messenger' felt reassured before ordering the Black Sword

The soldiers continued to move forward.

After going deep into the mine, the temperature seemed to be getting colder, but this had no effect on the undead and the necromancers. It was just that there was a faint feeling that there was a cold atmosphere in the mine that seemed to have been permeating the mine for many years.

The 'Messenger' turned back and looked around. The necromancer was very sensitive to the dark breath of necromancy, and this breath made him feel a little relieved - it was indeed the breath left by necromancy, and it was not...

General necromancy...

It is difficult for ordinary necromancy spells to create such an effect.

As a necromancer, of course he knows his colleagues better. Only powerful spells can leave such traces.

He was now somewhat certain. It seemed that what the annoying little fat man said was true, and the lich was really hiding down here. And he knew something about Elmao Castle, just like he knew about this mine.

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This gold mine once dominated the rise of the Masonk area. It was about a few decades after the abandonment of Elmaura Castle. Gold prospectors discovered this vein - attracting adventurers and the gold rush.

But thirty or forty years ago, the mineral veins gradually dried up, and when people dug further, it was rumored that they dug a passage to hell.

After that, strange things happened frequently, and there were reports of hauntings in the mines. Inviting adventurers did not help, and many people even disappeared and died. Later, the reputation of the Blood Thistle Grove and the castle above spread like wildfire, and then the

It became what it is now——

However, he thought lightly and dismissed these rumors. Of course, what those people dug was not a road to hell, but a huge tunnel in the castle.

He knew exactly what was under the tunnel.

If the lich is really down here, the thing will probably fall into its hands. The 'messenger' knows the true identity of the other party very well, and does not feel too nervous in his heart. He only takes out a silver snuff bottle from under his robe.

Hold it in your hand.

Although Dolifen and his team fell short of success, they were not without gains.

"It's a pity that the arrogance scepter fell into the hands of those people in Tapolis, and everything was wasted..." the 'messenger' thought to himself.

Due to the slow transmission of information, especially for those dark people who only return to the civilized world once every few months, many people do not know that the person who really dominated the situation in Dolifen's illusion was actually a person.

An unknown young man.

Therefore, this account was only placed on the Knights of Tapolis.

Of course he didn't know even more.

Under the uncertain light of the torch, under a crack in the rock wall not far away, a pair of lifeless eyes of the construct were watching him intently as he passed through this section of the mine tunnel.

Deep in the mine.

The light that illuminated the crystal had long gone out.

In the darkness, only the dial on the metal glove made an occasional "click" sound.

The lens of the goggles moved left and right in the dark environment. In front of everyone, there was only a virtual world, and the faint blue light still lit up the depths of everyone's eyes.

No one, including Fang Plover, spoke, and it was so quiet in the darkness that you could hear a pin drop. Only in everyone's communication column, messages with flashing blue lights were jumping on them:

"The guy came in."

"He passed area a2."

"We will arrive at the ambush area in about two minutes."

The opponent's speed was neither too fast nor too slow, and he appeared to be very cautious.

Everyone was a little nervous. In the darkness, Jita's eyes also reflected the dim light, and suddenly asked softly: "Is the boss really going to be fooled?"

Fang Plover nodded slightly.

In fact, he is not 100% sure in his heart, but how can he be perfectly prepared in battle? Their biggest advantage lies in the advantage of information. The enemy is in the open and we are in the dark. He knows the identity of the opponent and even his purpose.

But the other party didn't know what they were preparing for, or even who the enemy they were facing was.

This is his greatest reliance.

The 'messenger' of the Dragon Worship Cult was actually in an unfavorable environment from the moment he entered the mine tunnel. Generally speaking, spellcasters should try to avoid fighting in a narrow environment.

Especially when there is a lack of protection.

"If he really came in to look for the lich," Fang Plover replied, "this means at least two problems."

Jita blinked her bright eyes in the darkness and looked at him curiously.

Fang Yu's voice was soft: "You and I have both seen that lich."

"So why does he, a level 25 necromancer, dare to trouble a lich?"

"Either that lich is also a member of the Dragon Cult——"

"Either he has something in his hands that can force the other party to make concessions——"

Fang Yu's mind flashed one by one with the terms and names of Doriffin, the Grosl family, and Rocklan-Grosl, and he vaguely felt that a thread had connected them.

However, to be on the safe side, he still made two preparations.

He answered Jita: "This is our greatest opportunity."

Miss Naturalist nodded in understanding.

Fang Yu estimated the time and then entered a line of text into the communication channel:

"Ruth, are you there?"

"I'm here." Russ replied, borrowing the Musketeer's communication crystal.

"Put down the mirror imager and you can leave."

"clear."

Fang Yu took a breath and then pressed the send button:

"Everyone, the plan begins."

When this line of text appeared in everyone's eyes, everyone involuntarily took a deep breath. Perhaps only Jita was slightly better. She had already seen more powerful enemies in Dolifen, including

The shadow of Nicol Bolas is unimaginable to most people.

Although she did not experience the Fenris battle personally, she listened to Box and Parker's descriptions every day afterwards and knew how dangerous the situation was at that time. After getting used to hearing these more dangerous stories, the battle before her seemed ordinary.

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But others don't have such fantastic experiences.

The highest level person in their adventure group is only their leader, who is only level 15. How can a normal level 15 encounter these things? Even if they do, the group will be wiped out.

Among the bosses that several people had faced before, the strongest was the Shankok they saw this time.

The team was fully prepared to challenge this 'legendary' troll, but even so, they lost many soldiers and generals. The combat power displayed by the troll in the battle was enough to scare them.

And a level 25 undead wizard boss is a bit beyond imagination.

This is also true. In the past, just one face-to-face meeting, the team was almost wiped out. Even saying that the whole team was wiped out, there may be nothing wrong with it.

And these few fringe members, who usually only serve as helpers in the team, are now going to ambush a level 25 undead wizard boss. It sounds a bit unbelievable.
To be continued...