It was a snowy night with no moon. They couldn't even see their own hands.
The wind was so strong that the torches couldn't be lit, and the dim oil lamps couldn't illuminate far. The effective range of their vision was only about twenty meters. Therefore, when they saw the rock building, they were already about 15 meters away from it.
It was as if the building had just appeared out of nowhere.
Looking at this square rock building that had no sense of beauty at all, the owner and guide of the merchant group were a little stunned.
When it came to size, one had to compare it.
Roland was used to the super malls in modern society that were the size of two football fields. So, the rock house he built was small in his eyes.
After all, it was only ten meters long, wide, and six meters tall. It was only a hundred square meters. Roland's own house was only three hundred square meters. As a local, it was normal that his house was bigger. He was used to it.
Therefore, a house of a little more than a hundred square meters seemed a little small to him. However, as a single room, it was considered spacious.
The merchants all stopped before the building and looked at the weird building in the wilderness in fear.
Just now, someone had circled the building and didn't find any doors or windows. However, there were a few holes behind the air vent that seemed to be for ventilation.
Some of the bolder merchants knocked on the surface of the building with hammers. After a few dull echoes, only some rock chips fell off.
The hammerer said in a muffled voice, "It's at least one meter thick and very hard."
"This rock building must've been created by magic. By logic, we should leave this place, but … "As he spoke, Wallace, the leader of the merchants, looked at the guide next to him." McKenzie, tell me the truth. Can you take us to the next village in three hours? "
After a long silence, the guide struggled to say, "I can't!"
After saying this, his waist bent even more.
It was because he knew that if he said that, even if they could survive the snowstorm tonight, their reputation would be tarnished, and it would be hard for them to be hired as guides for big caravans again.
However, he found it odd. He had been on the way back to the Froststar Kingdom for his entire life without making any mistakes. He could even go home with his eyes closed. But why did he bring them here?
He had no idea what was going on.
Wallace looked at the guide gloomily, and the latter lowered his head, not daring to look back.
After a while, Wallace yelled at the people behind him, "Everyone, listen up! Use this rock building as a shelter and surround the rest area. It's up to you whether you can survive or not!"
Although the wind was strong, Wallace's voice still reached everyone's ears.
The guide said in a low voice, "Mr. Wallace, this building is a bit weird. I don't think it's a good idea to stay here."
"But it's still better than losing my way in the wilderness and dying silently after the White Cataclysm covers me."
The guide sighed and stepped aside.
The people in the caravan immediately rushed their horses and pushed the handcart to the leeward side of the building, forming a semicircle.
The handcart was outside, and a dozen or so horses were lying in the middle. Each of the horses was covered with a thick thatched blanket to keep them warm. More than forty people were hiding in the innermost area.
The ten-meter-wide, five-meter-tall barrier was quite effective.
The forty people and their horses were barely touched by the cold wind. Snowflakes fell now and then.
But it was much better than being blown by the cold wind all night.
Wallace was right. If there were no accidents, they should be able to survive the cold night.
It was unfortunate to get lost. The wind in the north was too terrifying. Too many caravans and people had died in the north because they didn't reach the towns or villages in time.
But to be able to find this safe haven was a great blessing in misfortune.
But what was the purpose of this strange building?
Didn't it need a pass?
Wallace began to speculate as he looked at the rock structure in front of him while eating his rations.
Roland continued browsing the forum in his room.
In fact, he had known that they were here when they first arrived.
On the top of the house, three transparent spiders the size of fingernails were monitoring the environment.
The spiders boasted basic night vision, and their range of vision was quite large.
Before the caravan discovered the rock house, Roland had already discovered them.
Roland didn't care that they were sheltering from the wind in his small house.
They were obviously in trouble, and it was more convenient for them to stay away from the wind and snow without having to do anything himself.
But Roland didn't intend to help them more. Those people were obviously only afraid of the wind and snow. They were already prepared for everything else.
Roland continued browsing the forum.
There were too many idiots on the Internet. They were truly a source of joy. He wouldn't be bored even if he browsed for a year, let alone one night.
As he browsed, Roland exclaimed in surprise.
In the picture sent back by the magic spiders, Roland found that he was surrounded.
A bunch of white skeletons with ragged clothes on their bodies surrounded them.
The people in the caravan didn't know it yet.
Because the snowy night was too dark, their range of vision was too small.
Roland logged out of the forum and stood up.
The magic spiders continued to send back pictures of the surroundings.
There were a lot of skeletons. Some were unarmed, but some were holding rusty weapons.
Roland also saw some ghosts with twisted faces floating behind the skeletons.
Were they necromancers or liches?
Although both of them could summon undead creatures to drive them, and their abilities seemed similar, they were essentially very different.
Necromancers were living people.
Liches were dead people, and liches of the same level were much stronger than necromancers.
Necromancers were 0.3 Mages and 0.7 Summoners, while liches were 0.8 Mages and 0.8 Summoners.
Roland frowned. These skeletons and ghosts couldn't trap him yet, but the people in the caravan definitely couldn't escape.
Or rather, these skeletons were coming for the caravan in the first place.
The skeletons got closer and closer to the resting caravan. Soon, they were less than twenty meters away.
The ghosts floating in the air, ignoring the strong wind, couldn't help but shout in joy when they saw so many living people.
The ghosts were shouting in joy, which sounded like ear-piercing shrieks to normal humans.
The people in the caravan all listened to the sound. Then, when they saw the purple soul fires in the eyes of the skeletons around them, they all screamed.
Many of them picked up their weapons, but none of them dared to charge forward.
As the skeletons pressed forward, they could only step back out of instinct. Even though their backs hit Roland's rock house, they still stepped back subconsciously.
Holding their weapons with both hands, many of them began to cry.
For ordinary people, everything related to magic was impossible to resist.
Besides, the ghosts in the sky … They had traveled far and wide and heard the bards singing about knights in the taverns everywhere. They knew that pure physical attacks wouldn't work on ghosts.
Even if they could escape from the skeletons, they couldn't escape from the ghosts.
They were dead meat.
McKenzie, the guide, had already given up hope. He sat on the ground and cried with his hands over his head.
Wallace's face was full of despair. "So, this shelter was just a bait to lure us here and let the undead devour us."
It was no wonder that these people had such low determination to resist.
In this world, it was common knowledge that ordinary people couldn't resist magic.
Wallace snorted and sat on the ground with a gloomy face.
He had given up resistance too.
At this moment, a voice echoed above their heads. Then, dazzling light appeared above their heads. Three luminous balls illuminated the surroundings as if it were daytime.
Everybody raised their head, only to see a young man in a blue magic robe standing on the top of the rock house.
"I don't want to be the scapegoat."
Roland snapped his fingers, and the hard snow around him turned into an enormous swamp. The slow skeletons simply sank into the swamp, and the skeletons behind them stepped into the swamp one after another without any self-awareness.
Dozens of ghosts shrieked and lunged at them.
The ordinary people all had a splitting headache when they were hit by the earsplitting shrieks. It was useless even if they covered their ears with their hands.
Roland extended his finger, and a dull chain of lightning hit the first ghost in the lead and burnt it into ashes. Then, it was blown away by the intense night wind.
Then, the lightning jumped and didn't disappear until seven more ghosts were blown into ashes.
Apart from the spells of the light and life classes, lightning and fire spells were quite effective against the undead creatures too.
If it weren't for the fear of accidentally hurting the merchants down below, Roland could've killed all those disgusting things with a single fireball.
After the eight ghosts were destroyed, the skeletons at the periphery immediately stopped and didn't move further into the swamp.
Everybody in the caravan held their breath, not daring to move at all.
They feared that they would be targeted if they moved.
It wouldn't be a good thing if they were targeted by the skeletons or the Mages at the rear.
But they knew that the Mages at the rear seemed to be helping them.
So, they sincerely hoped that the Mages at the rear could win.
At this point, the swamp was already freezing. Roland snapped his fingers, and the swamp became muddy again.
Then, a ball of light quickly moved forward to the rear of the sea of skeletons. Under the glare, a man in special clothes appeared before Roland's eyes.
The man was wearing a black magic robe. His hair was withered like weeds, and his face was dark and dry like a mummy.
His forehead was full of wrinkles. Some of his skin had even peeled off, revealing his white frontal bones.
As for his other body parts, they were all hidden in the black robe and couldn't be seen clearly.
But from that alone, it was obvious that the man was definitely a lich.
Roland also saw the health bar above his head, followed by a suffix (Elite Creature Level 9).
The guide's eyes suddenly bulged and he cried in fear, "It's the Glacier Reaper … I know why we got lost. It's affecting us! It's his doing!"
Hearing the guide's cry, the lich grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.
Then, he looked at Roland provocatively, as if he were evaluating Roland's vitality.
Then, his eyes gradually became scorching.
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