Liches could take over other people's bodies as long as they drove away or tore apart the original soul.
However, the bodies that liches took over usually couldn't live more than two years.
After all, dark magic power was highly toxic to regular creatures.
Liches could also exist as souls, but they were relatively vulnerable when they were in the soul state. Without the protection of a body, mental spells would deal a lot more damage to them.
So, most liches would change their shells frequently.
The outer shell was a consumable, but there were exceptions. If a Lich encountered a very good outer shell, such as one with high vitality and talent, then not only would the Lich try its best to obtain this outer shell, it would even take good care of it so that it could be used for tens or hundreds of years.
Roland's body was quite active.
He was a Mage again.
The players' overall attribute growth was much earlier than that of the NPCs in the game. They were born with 5 points in Constitution, and that was without adding any points to Constitution.
Also, Roland had the achievement of being the first to complete an epic quest, which increased his max HP. Also, with the Goddess of Magic's favor, Roland's max HP was as high as that of an agile Warrior of the same level.
He had high vitality and a super high magic power capacity.
To the lich, Roland's body was one of the best that could only be seen once in thousands of years. His surging vitality was almost overflowing, not to mention his terrifying magic power capacity.
If he could steal it, it would be the best choice for a Necromancer as a vessel or as a modification.
In fact, the liches would do anything to maintain the liveliness of their bodies.
A good body to a Lich was like an Epic-tier weapon to a Warrior.
Roland sensed the maliciousness in the lich's eyes, which made his hair stand on end.
He snapped his fingers, and the swamp around him was turned into a wall that protected the caravan.
Just as he finished this action, the Lich's voice came from afar, piercing through the strong cold wind, with the texture of metal scraping against each other, it was rather unpleasant to hear, "Although you are very strong, you cannot escape. No one can fight against the Lich's army of death alone, unless you can fly. However, even a Mage of the wind class can't fly far in such a strong wind. Let's make a deal. I can let go of this caravan, and you can stay … "
Roland snapped his fingers, and suddenly, he disappeared.
The lich was briefly stunned. Then, his expression changed greatly.
He hurriedly dodged to one side and activated a magic shield.
But it was too late. A pure flame miaodao slashed across his neck.
A few seconds later, the Lich's head fell to the ground. At the same time, all the skeletons scattered on the ground, turning into pure bones. The remaining spirits screamed in fear and fled, disappearing into the distant night.
The head that fell to the ground was still staring at Roland. The lich struggled to say, "You're adept at spatial magic?"
Roland waved his hand and put away the miaodao in his hand. He walked to the front of his head and squinted at it for a while. He didn't find any fluctuations of souls escaping, which was beyond his knowledge, so he said, "Yes, what's wrong?"
"No wonder you didn't run." The Lich sighed, his voice was getting weaker. "Then how about we shake hands and make up?"
The Lich could not be blamed. A Mage who knew Space Magic was almost impossible to kill. Almost!
Many people knew that Dimensional Anchor could effectively prevent spatial magic from being activated.
But the problem was … Dimensional Anchor was also a type of spatial magic, and it was a classic example of only space being able to deal with space.
Spatial magic was very difficult, only slightly less difficult than causality magic.
Otherwise, Roland wouldn't have posted Teleportation and Teleportation on the forum. So far, it was said that only Almighty O 'Neal had learned Teleportation and was still working on Teleportation.
Even the players found spatial magic difficult, not to mention the native Mages who were less talented than the players on average.
"Why should we shake hands and make up?" A flame ignited on Roland's finger.
"You can protect these people for a while, but you can't protect them forever." The Lich's head spoke in a lower and lower voice. "If we make up, I won't do anything to them. We can talk about something more important."
Roland wasn't bothered. He simply burned the Lich's head into ashes with a magic flame.
Then, he teleported back to the top of the rock building and looked down at the caravan below.
They were all standing below, but most of them dared not raise their heads.
Wallace, the owner of the merchant team, was the only one who looked at Roland. Holding back his fear, he bowed respectfully and said, "Esteemed Mr. Mage, thank you for your rescue. We will never forget it. May I ask if we can stay here? If we go out, the omnipresent White Catastrophe will kill us all."
"Yes!" Roland nodded.
The rock walls around almost blocked the cold wind. The whole caravan could stay out even if they didn't crouch behind the rock building.
The low temperature wasn't terrible, as long as they wore thick clothes. What was terrible was the low temperature and the wind.
Receiving Roland's approval, these people all heaved a sigh of relief. They were overjoyed, but no one dared to shout out loud.
Roland looked at them for a while and asked, "How did you get lost in this place?"
"We were probably lured here by the Tundra Reaper with magic." McKenzie, the guide, stepped forward and said with his head lowered, "I'm told that he shows up every month or two and reaps the lives of one or two caravans before he disappears."
"Then you have to be careful in the future. If possible, don't come out to do business for a year or two. He probably hates you. Liches don't usually appear in cities. Protect your lives first, then think about making money."
Most large cities were supervised by Mages, and the Necromancers and Liches were too obvious with their dark magic power. Besides, they had to gather a lot of undead creatures in order to have enough combat ability. Also, they were good at fighting wars. The human beings killed by the undead creatures would soon turn into new undead creatures. So, the Liches with a lot of undead creatures were almost invincible.
But only almost.
It was impossible to hide a lot of undead creatures from the Mages in the cities.
Therefore, the Necromancers and the Liches were mostly active in the wild.
Killing lone humans or massacring merchant caravans would slowly increase the number of undead creatures he could control and slowly increase his strength.
The more undead creatures they had, the stronger the Liches and the Necromancers would be.
They had a special class specialty called Dark Servant Link, which allowed them to form a legion of the undead. Staying in the legion, their necromancy energy would be significantly increased.
Their dark spells would be significantly more powerful.
Hearing Roland's warning, Wallace immediately nodded. "We understand, Mr. Mage."
Seeing that everything was over, Roland flashed back to his building and took a rest on the forum.
Everybody in the caravan relaxed and found a place to rest.
It was just that there were very, very few people who could sleep.
For Roland, what happened tonight was just a minor episode.
Although he had never seen a Lich before, he wasn't too surprised.
He had seen angels and goddesses, although they were all pixelated … Liches were nothing compared to them.
However, for the Lich Wallis, what happened tonight was a big deal.
His soul was pulled back to the box of the Spiritual Pivot and teleported to another body that had been prepared.
He walked out of the hidden cave, only to find that the body had almost turned into bones. The rotten insides were hanging on the bones, and the bones would fall off when he walked. It was quite uncomfortable to stay in such a body.
But he could only hold it back. After all, his other bodies were almost the same.
He summoned a skeleton horse, which was a fast and tireless mount. It was one of the specialties of the Lich.
After half a night, Wallis came to a graveyard before dawn. A dozen black corpse puppets suddenly appeared. Wallis was not panicked but simply waited patiently.
Those corpse puppets didn't attack him. Very soon, a tombstone before him moved, revealing a dark tunnel.
Very soon, a pale-skinned black-robed beauty walked out of the tunnel.
Wallis's face was so rotten that it was impossible to tell his expression, but it was not hard to tell from his voice that he despised the woman. "Karna, you're using a woman's body again. Don't you find it disgusting?"
"It's just a shell. It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, as long as it's useful." A smile appeared on the black-robed beauty's pale face. "Wallis, why have you come to my place?"
"I saw a very good shell. I've never seen such a high-quality shell before!"
The black-robed beauty, Karna, chuckled. "How much better is it than my current one?"
"A hundred of them can't compare to it."
Karna grew interested. "You're not exaggerating?"
"No!"
"Does that shell have a divine bloodline?" Karna blinked his eyes.
"I'm not sure, but it's very active."
"Active means strong strength. You've changed your shell. That guy must be very strong, right?"
"He's capable of spatial magic and teleportation."
Karna immediately lost interest. "Then why are you talking to me? Do you think we can capture someone who's capable of spatial magic?"
After that, Karna was about to return to the tunnel.
Wallis hurried to shout, "I can't capture him, but we definitely can if we work together. You're good at prophecy, and I have a lot of undead creatures. I'll find someone to buy a few Dimensional Anchor scrolls, and we'll work together. As long as we know where that kid is with prophecy, wouldn't it be easy to catch him? "
"Dimensional Anchor scrolls? You're truly bold! " Karna turned around and sneered. "There are only four of them in the entire Undead Realm. What makes you think you can buy them?"
"Don't you want a better shell?"
"There's only one. Even if we catch him, how are we going to split him? We might have to fight. Don't tell me that you want this shell to mate with a woman and have children … "Karna shook her head and was about to return to the tunnel, when she suddenly stopped and turned around." However, considering that we've known each other for so long, I can tell you a piece of important news. "
"What is it?"
"The puppets I left in the human world told me that a new race named the Golden Sons have appeared in Hollevin. Those people can be resurrected after death, so some of them are willing to sell their bodies after death."
"Are they very active?"
"I'm told that they are, but they're rather expensive," Karna said. "The bodies that are about to reach the Elite level are one gold coin each, and those above the Elite level are three gold coins each."
Wallis took a deep breath. "That's indeed expensive. I can't even buy a hundred bodies … Are those people so ruthless? They're bold enough to steal from us liches? "
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