Mages Are Too OP

Locate the Lich's phylactery?

It's kind of difficult.

Roland sighed and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but that I haven't even touched the principle of the Lich's phylactery, let alone understand it."

"We have already considered this." The Winter Wolf Holy Maiden put three more vegetables in her mouth, chewed it slowly, and smiled: "In our clan, there is a Lich Life Box. It's been many years."

"There is no lich soul anymore?" Roland's eyes lit up.

Lich's ability to keep souls is very interesting, but none of the major magic towers.

It's not that they can't study it, but they are disdainful and dare not study it.

For fear of being attracted by its power, and then falling into the evil way of immortality like the Lich.

But players don't have this problem, because in the game, they themselves are immortal.

The Holy Maiden of Winter Wolf gave herself another piece of tender and juicy cooked meat: "No, there is still a soul in it."

"Why not kill him?" Roland asked curiously.

He now also has some understanding of the Frostwolf clan. They are the former savior race, and they have an instinctive aversion to evil things.

Although they are usually more Buddhist, if they bump into someone with evil power and mind, they will kill them.

It's hard to imagine that they would put a lich's phylactery in their own clan and haven't smashed it yet.

"That guy killed several of our clansmen before." The Winter Wolf Saint smiled and said, "Then we tried to find its phylactery. It took a lot of effort and even invited the Winter Wolf to help... …”

Speaking of the winter wolf, the saint was depressed again, and even the food in front of her didn't taste delicious.

Hearing this, Roland laughed: "So you put its phylactery in the clan, and let him be locked in a small phylactery forever, so that he can't get out in the dark, is it a punishment?"

One of the most terrible punishments is to close a small dark room.

The Winter Wolf Saint nodded again and again: "I heard that he often used his mental power to roar or beg for mercy, but now there is no movement. But I can guarantee that its soul still exists in it."

"I heard? How long has the Lich been sealed?"

"It's estimated to be more than five hundred years ago. Anyway, it was a dozen generations ago."

Tsk... It's really ruthless, it seems that offending the Frostwolf clan is not a good thing.

"You're a little scared? I do remember that you committed the crime of blasphemy against the Holy Maiden." The Winter Wolf Saint looked at Roland with a half-smile, and continued, "We can give you that phylactery, whether we can study it or not. We don't care if we come up with the technology of locating the fate box. It's up to people to do things, and it depends on fate and God's blessing."

"Trust me so much?"

"You already have a different feud with the Lich." The Winter Wolf Saint giggled and said, "Every time we attack a Lich camp, we will shout, 'Follow the order of the Archmage, Your Excellency Roland, please die! '"

Roland was drinking fruit wine, and when he heard the words, he almost spit it out, but forcibly swallowed it back.

But it made his throat sore and coughed again and again.

Seeing Roland like this, the Winter Wolf Saint smiled and said, "Since you hired us, of course we have to cast your name out."

Roland doesn't really care. After all, the matter between him and the lich has long been immortal.

But what the Frostwolf clan did is really a spoof.

Roland couldn't help asking: "How many lich camps have you cleared now?"

"At least a hundred of them." The Winter Wolf Saint thought for a while and said, "Anyway, I have almost finished clearing the lich camp near the northern border, and I am chasing them to the south."

Hearing this, Roland took out five money bags from the system backpack without hesitation and put them on the table.

"This is the promised reward."

A lot of money... The Winter Wolf Saint is in the middle line between maturity and youth, with a very delicate and pretty face, showing joy.

But she still needs face, after all, she is a saint, so she can't lose her share too much.

So she smiled awkwardly and said to Roland, "But we haven't caught a real lich yet."

"No, this is already very powerful." Roland said sincerely.

Liches, like mages, need to study spells to grow.

In other words, the advancement of the Lich also requires a great cost.

Unlike mages who can buy and buy with money, lich rarely trade with them because of the relationship between everyone, so they can only produce the materials they need.

The materials are collected by yourself, and the magic potion has to be made by yourself.

Even the necessities of life have to be provided by yourself.

But fortunately they have a large number of undead to do the work, so they are comfortable.

Destroying those lich camps meant that their logistics lines were severely damaged, and they even completely lost their source of 'economic'.

The establishment of each lich camp will cost them a lot of energy and material costs.

It hurts to knock out one of them, but if a large piece is knocked out, it would be fatal.

Now Roland could estimate that the liches hated him to the point of death.

"I will accept the money?" The Winter Wolf Saint asked cautiously.

"Please." Roland made a gesture.

"Boss atmosphere."

The Lady of Winter Wolf took a strange red string from her clothes and circled the money bags on the table, and these things disappeared without a trace.

Roland was stunned: "What magic tool is this?"

"Winter Wolf Holy Rope."

"It seems to me that it is similar to those on you. The material is very similar."

"It's the ones on me." The Lady of Winter Wolf put her hand on the first button of her clothes and said with a charming smile, "Would you like to check it, or study it?"

Hmm... Roland is actually quite interested.

The purely academic kind.

But then he waved his hand.

It's just a special space method, it is estimated that it is related to magic, so forget it.

With that time, wouldn't it be more pleasing to learn the mansion technique in space magic?

Of course... this also has a lot to do with him being a sage now.

If he is in a normal state, he will be heartbroken if he is not in good balance.

After all, the winter wolf is really white, big and round.

Still big legs.

Seeing Roland's refusal, Saintess of Winter Wolf didn't take it seriously. She smiled and said, "You can't blame me for giving up this opportunity yourself. Well, wait here for a while, I'll go to the clan and give you the phylactery of the lich. bring here."

After speaking, the Holy Maiden of Winter Wolf ran away with a piece of meat in her mouth.

Really like the action of a wolf.

But thinking about it, they were originally wolves, so it wouldn't be strange.

Roland was eating and waiting by himself.

About ten minutes later, Beatrice came out of the kitchen, sat next to Roland, and asked shyly, "Roland, how many days are you going to stay here?"

"I'll be leaving soon and staying here is not good for your reputation."

"It's alright, anyway, I don't have... a man." Beatrice twisted her hands, looking very nervous.

Roland is no longer a pure man, and he fully understands what Beatrice means.

It's just... He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Have you not been attracted to any man in Wetland City for so long?"

"I... I live here, and I'm yours." After Beatrice said this, her face turned red with shyness.

Then she didn't wait for Roland to answer, she held her face and ran upstairs.

Roland shrugged.

Then he continued to eat the side dishes.

After another meeting, the Winter Wolf Saint, who was a little out of breath, came back.

She held a cold wooden box in her hand.

The wood is made of green cottonwood.

Green cottonwood exists in large quantities in the forest, and it is not a rare wood, but it has a characteristic. The longer the green cottonwood survives, the harder the texture, and the less likely it will be corroded by air and time.

Furniture made of green cotton wood more than 100 years old is said to never rot for ten thousand years, but the smell is a little unpleasant.

But the lich has no sense of smell, so there is no problem in making it into a phylactery.

The Lady of Winter Wolf put the wooden box on the table, and she said, "This teleportation magic circle is really useful. From the southern country to our northern border, it only takes a few silver coins and half a minute to go back and forth. The goddess of magic is truly worthy of the name 'wisdom'."

Roland smiled and joined again and again.

Not many people now know that he is the inventor of the teleportation magic circle.

In fact, Roland guessed that the Holy Maiden of the Winter Wolf just went to get the Lich's Life Phage just for a secondary purpose. Her real thought was to put away the five bags of gold coins. After all, it was the first time she had gotten so much money.

Of course, Roland would not expose this matter, his emotional intelligence was not so low.

After half a second, he put his eyes on the wooden box on the table.

From the moment the wooden box appeared, he felt a chaotic spirit wandering in the wooden box, and then slowly radiated out.

The simple magic pattern on the wooden box, like the stripes of flowers, but with the vicissitudes of barbaric characters, it is a very interesting magic circle at first glance.

"I'll leave the things to you." The Winter Wolf Saint sighed in relief and said with a smile, "We will continue to hunt the lich, Roland, I have a question."

"Please say."

"If we could kill a lich ourselves, how much would you give us?"

"Two hundred gold coins per head of a lich." Roland said without hesitation: "Every time you destroy a camp in the future, you can ask me for twenty gold coins."

After hearing this, the Holy Maiden of the Winter Wolf smashed the vegetables in front of her into her mouth in a few seconds, and then she stood up abruptly: "The words are counted, and I will personally lead someone to do this for you now. "

After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry.

Roland was a little stunned, and then relieved. He vaguely understood why the Lady of the Winter Wolf was so urgent.

The Holy Maiden of the Winter Wolf who walked out of the manor seemed to be burning with fire in her heart.

She knows all too well the problems of the Frostwolves now.

There is no direction, and I don't know where to go.

There is no communication with the outside world.

Especially after the winter wolf ran away some time ago, everyone in the Frostwolf clan looked flustered and listless.

After the world didn't need them to save, the Frostwolf clan lived a life centered on and around the winter wolf.

Now that the totem is gone, of course they will be hit.

In fact, the Winter Wolf Saint was the one who was hit the hardest, but as the real leader and real leader of the entire race, it was impossible for her to express this emotion.

That's why Roland could vaguely see some confusion on her face.

I have to say that she actually likes Roland, a man who can look directly at her body.

Roland always thought that when the Holy Maiden of Winter Wolf was dancing the sacrificial dance with a red rope tied all over her body, as long as she was a person, she could see it when she looked up!

But it was just a misunderstanding.

The people of the Frostwolf clan worship the Holy Maiden, they will not look at it, especially men, they will never look up.

And outsiders can't see it at all.

That red rope is god-level equipment made of winter wolf hair, with its own consciousness shielding.

When outsiders looked at the Saintess of the Winter Wolf who danced in the sacrificial troupe, they would only see a cloud of mist.

That is, someone like Roland who can even look directly at the gods can see clearly.

So the Holy Maiden of the Winter Wolf had a somewhat special and unusual view of Roland, which was understandable.

All saints are proud, no matter which denomination they belong to.

Roland can talk to the Saintess of Winter Wolf normally because Roland can see the true appearance of the Saintess.

After the two met, they became friends now.

In addition, the Winter Wolf Saint has been trying to find a way to make the Frostwolf clan 'stronger' and even go out.

But the human world seems to have always resisted them with canine ears and alien parts.

And the orcs don't want to see them either.

Think they are human hybrids.

Two do not stick.

The Holy Maiden of the Winter Wolf always thought that their Frostwolf clan would always live in an icy and snowy place in the north, isolated from the world.

But after Roland brought them to Wetland City last time, she finally understood... There are still places in this world that can accept them 100%.

Cat people and succubus are everywhere in this city... and this time she brought a few clansmen to the Wetland City, just to try, how would the people of Wetland City think of them without Roland's leadership.

The result made them ecstatic.

Although there were people watching along the way, those eyes were earnest and not malicious!

But it seems to be a little malicious, very subtle.

It's not the thought of wanting to harm people, but the feeling of taking people as their own.

She lived in the city for a few days. Although she met many people who approached them, no one did anything to them, not even insulting them.

Then Roland came over and took out five hundred gold coins as a reward.

She felt that buying a piece of land in the outer city and taking over the entire clan to live there would be no problem.

The Frostwolf clan is a race that is easy to satisfy. As long as they have a place to live, something to eat, and the people around them have no ill will towards them, then they can feel very happy.

"Five hundred gold coins can buy a large piece of land in the city, but it's not enough for the entire clan to live in." The Winter Wolf Saintess muttered to herself with joy: "We can reclaim wasteland outside the city, I heard that the city owner here I have a very good relationship with Roland. I have time to ask him to help me talk things out. I will kill a few more liches, collect a thousand, and buy a lot of large land. At that time, all our clansmen will be able to live in this beautiful place. Next to the good city."

Thinking of such a beautiful life, the pair of white canine ears on the head of the Winter Wolf Saint swayed slightly from side to side.

Especially cute.

Roland picked up the wooden box and teleported back to Delbon City.

He had just returned to his home, and he hadn't walked a few steps in the manor. Andonara and Angel Nia rushed in front of him almost at the same time.

The speed of the two was so fast that an afterimage appeared.

Seeing Roland, Andonara breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought there was something unclean and dared to break into our home."

Then her eyes fell on the wooden box on Roland's body.

Angel Nia's eyes also fell on the wooden box.

Roland held up the thing, shook it, and said, "The Lich Life Box."

Nia was taken aback for a moment, then walked up to Roland and said seriously: "You are not allowed to study these things, otherwise my mother and I will be sad."

Andonara: Huh?

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