The purple sky was darker than usual, as if telling everyone that dawn had not yet begun in the Plaguelands. However, Lu Li and the others knew that it was almost time, so Lu Li's army had to get into position quickly to prepare for the upcoming battle.
"Tangyuan, open the portal!" Lu Li nodded.
A portal was quickly summoned in a remote corner, and more and more adventurers walked out of it.
"500 people, is that enough?" Lu Li looked like he would send another 500 people if it was not enough. Solomon was so scared that he waved his hands.
"It's enough, it's enough. But we don't have much time. We need to retreat immediately after we get the potion boxes, or we won't be able to escape if the Scourge's aerial units find us."
"I hope there aren't any particularly powerful characters," Lu Li could only pray. Although he had brought a lot of people with him, it would be troublesome if they encountered a Boss. During the event period, any random Boss in the Plaguelands would be comparable to the current top Wild Bosses, not to mention there was a time limit.
"Don't worry, if there's a particularly powerful character, I would've been discovered yesterday. The hardest one to deal with is probably a Lich. It's slightly stronger than me, and as you know, my class isn't very suited for direct combat," Solomon said confidently.
As expected of a hot-blooded aristocrat who was eager to build his career. Yesterday, he sent someone to check on the situation, but he actually came personally. Lu Li felt a little more relieved.
Solomon estimated that the Lich was only as strong as a Quasi-boss, and a slightly weaker one at that. With his participation, it wouldn't be too much of a problem to deal with a Quasi-boss as long as it wasn't at the level of a Boss. Lu Li had a lot of people with him, so it wouldn't be a problem to clear out the small monsters.
When that time came, the rewards wouldn't just be potions. In the current Plaguelands, even a Quasi-boss would drop good stuff.
Many players gathered together to kill some Elites such as Stitched Monsters, which had a chance of dropping Dark Gold equipment. This was just the benefit of the event period. After the [Spreading Plague] event ended, there wouldn't be such a good thing anymore.
"Once we cross the bridge, we'll start fighting. Deep Watersong, you'll taunt the Lich. World, you'll be ready too. If there are any stronger monsters, you'll attack. Team 1 to 20, ambush the left side of the bridge. Team 21 to 40, ambush the right side. Mages and healers, stand on the hillside …"
Lu Li's quick deployment of troops was an eye-opener for Solomon.
"What should I do?" Solomon asked.
He felt that with this arrangement and the combination of the various classes, they would definitely be able to kill off a Lich that was as strong as him.
"Uh, Sir, I'll let you know when I need you. For now, just stand here and watch with me," Lu Li said. Solomon was a Rogue, a vulnerable class. It would be troublesome if he was killed by the Lich. Lu Li did not dare to use him as a meat shield.
A motorcade slowly drove over. In the hazy dawn, there was a dim light in front of everyone's eyes.
It was the Soul Fire of the Undead. The carriages were pulled by Undead horses, and behind them were various Undead guards.
There were a total of four carriages. Probably because they were deep in the heart of the Plaguelands, there were not many Undead following them. The last carriage had a seat installed on it, and a man holding a bone staff sat on it. The staff was crystal clear and especially eye-catching.
A Lich!
When Ner 'zhul was the chief of the Draenor tribe, he had commanded many Orc Warlocks and Shamans.
After the destruction of the Draenor tribe, Kil 'jaeden and the army captured these evil manipulators and turned them into twisted selves. These Liches had powerful magic, and their immortal bodies were firmly controlled by Ner' zhul's powerful will.
As the Liches showed their unwavering loyalty to their master, Ner 'zhul granted them the control of the elements of the cold north. They were loyal to their master with evil will and great power. When the great master was busy, they often acted as generals and agents to command the entire army.
The Liches were deeply entwined with the power of cold from the dark side of the tomb. They could cast powerful ice magic, as well as their own considerable psychic spells.
They abandoned their fragile mortal bodies just to be able to embrace an immortal body.
Usually, they thirsted for power, cunning, and evil.
They liked flashy scenes and tricks. They often wore the clothes of kings and priests, and let their subordinates call them by powerful names.
Sometimes, the Liches would claim that Ner 'zhul himself directly gave them extraordinary power. They acted as if Ner' zhul was a god, and they were the priests and prophets chosen by God.
Just like the guy in front of them, he not only had a gorgeous staff, but his clothes were also extraordinarily gorgeous and exquisite. There were many gems on it, and on his head, if the crown could be dropped, there would definitely be many showy Mages willing to go bankrupt.
In order to maintain this luxury, the Liches often waged war against the cities of the living. They were like dragons collecting treasures.
Of course, not all Liches were strong enough to destroy the world. As the number of Liches increased, and because of the urgent need to expand the territory of the Scourge, a large number of Liches were created. They either guarded a place or carried out special tasks on behalf of their master.
If the Patchwork Monsters were feared by everyone in the Plaguelands, then ordinary players would simply run away when they saw a Lich.
After all, the [Spreading Plague] event was a war between NPCs, and the players were just following behind to pick up the leftovers.
This Lich's name was Anglish. Lu Li did not know where he came from, and neither did Solomon.
In fact, Anglish used to be a magic teacher in Dalaran. At the age of 30, he was already a middle-level magic teacher. At the age of 40, 50, and 60, he was still a middle-level magic teacher. The old Magician was almost in despair.
As he grew older, he found that his physical strength, memory, and other qualities were declining.
The Grim Reaper had already begun to kiss his forehead, leaving behind lines of wrinkles.
Anglish was cowardly and weak, addicted to the world of magic. It was only at this moment that he began to face death, but he was unwilling. He felt like a seeker standing in front of a door, and as long as he opened the door, he would be in another world.
After a long period of searching for an answer, Anglish set his sights on the traitorous Kel 'Thuzad.
This Great Magician, whose achievements were far greater than his, used facts to prove that there was another way.
However, the transformation of a Lich was not easy. A Lich could be said to be the advancement of a Necromancer. Without a powerful figure like Ner 'zhul, Arthas, or Kel' Thuzad himself, even the transformation would not be possible.
At that time, Anglish still had a dozen students with him. He sold out his students, selling their magic and souls to Kel 'Thuzad.
Perhaps it was because of his craziness, or perhaps it was because he was in a good mood at that time.
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