On a windy and snowy night, there was no moon and I couldn't see my fingers.
The wind was so strong that the torches could not be lit, and the windproof oil lamp was dim and the light could not shine far. The effective field of vision was only about ten or twenty meters. So when they saw this rock building, it was already within about fifteen meters in front of them.
It's like it suddenly came out.
Looking at this large square rock building with no aesthetics, the owner and guide of the caravan were in a daze.
Size is a matter of comparison.
Roland was used to modern society having super malls as big as one or two football fields, so the small rock house he built himself seemed small to him.
After all, it is only about ten meters in length, width and six meters in height. The area is only 100 square meters. Roland's own home is more than 300 square meters. He is a local, so it is normal for the house to be bigger and he is used to it.
Therefore, a house of just over 100 square meters seemed a bit small in his opinion, but as a single room, it was quite spacious.
But for the caravan people, the building was quite big.
The people in the caravan stopped in front of this rock house. They looked at this strange building in the wilderness with some fear.
Because someone had just walked around this rock building and did not find any doors or windows. There were a few round holes on the back side of the air outlet, which seemed to be for ventilation.
A brave man hit the surface hard with a hammer several times. After a few dull echoes, only a few rock chips fell down.
The tapper said in a muffled voice: "It's at least a meter thick and very hard."
"This rock building should be formed by magic. Logically speaking, we should leave here, but..." After saying this, the caravan owner Wallace looked at the guide next to him: "McKenzie, tell me the truth. , can you take us to the next village within three hours?"
The guide was silent for a long time, and finally said with difficulty: "No!"
After saying this, his waist bent even more.
Because he knew that after saying these words, even if they could survive tonight's snowstorm and severe cold, his reputation would be ruined in the future, and it would be difficult for him to receive such a good thing as helping a large caravan lead the way. .
It's just that he feels strange. He has walked this road back to Frost Star Kingdom all his life without making any mistakes. He can go home with his eyes closed, but why did he bring people here this time
Totally don't understand what happened.
Wallace looked at the guide with a gloomy face, who lowered his head and did not dare to look back.
After a while, Wallace shouted to his back: "Listen, everyone, use this rock structure as a shelter from the wind. Hurry up and surround the resting point for me. Whether you can survive or not depends on you." It’s my own efforts.”
Although the wind was loud, Wallace's voice still reached everyone's ears.
The guide whispered: "Sir Wallace, this building is a bit weird. Isn't it good for us to stay here?"
"But it's better than continuing to lose your way in the wilderness, then being covered up by the white plague and dying silently."
The guide sighed and stepped aside.
The caravan immediately drove their horses and carts to the leeward side of the building and formed a semicircle.
Outside the cart, a dozen horses were lying in the middle. Each packhorse was covered with a thick thatch blanket to keep warm, and then more than 40 people were hiding in the innermost part.
A wind barrier ten meters wide and more than five meters high is quite effective.
The more than 40 people and horses were almost untouched by the strong night wind, but snowflakes fell on them from time to time.
Just pat it off, it's much better than being blown by the cold wind all night.
Wallace felt that if there weren't too many accidents, they should be able to survive this cold night.
It's unfortunate to get lost. The night wind in the North is so terrible. I don't know how many caravans and people died in the night in the wilderness of the North because they didn't get to the towns or villages in time.
But being able to find this safe haven is a great blessing among misfortunes.
I just don’t know what the purpose of this strange building is.
There are no doors or windows, so no need to go in and out
While eating dry food, Wallace looked at the rock structures in front of him and began to guess.
Roland was in the room, continuing to browse the forum.
In fact, he knew about this group of people when they first arrived.
On the top of the small house, there are three colorless and transparent spiders the size of fingernails monitoring the surrounding environment.
Spiders have basic dark vision, and their field of vision is quite large.
When the caravan did not discover the small rock house, Roland had already discovered them early.
Roland didn't care that these people were sheltering from the wind in their own small houses.
They were obviously in some trouble, so why not let them avoid the wind and snow, be convenient for others, and not have to do it themselves.
But Roland didn't intend to provide more help. These people were obviously just afraid of the wind and snow. They had already prepared everything else, and they had no shortage of food and clothing.
Roland continued to browse the forum.
There are too many sand sculptures on the Internet, which is really a source of joy. He will not get bored even if he browses for a year, let alone one night.
While brushing, Roland let out a sigh.
In the picture sent back by the magic spider, Roland found that he was surrounded.
A group of white skeletons with rags hanging on their bodies... must have surrounded them.
But the people in the caravan don't know yet.
Because the snowy night was too dark, their field of vision was too small.
Roland exited the forum and stood up.
The magic spider continued to transmit the surrounding scenes.
There were so many skeletons, like waves, some were bare-handed, but some were holding rusty weapons.
Roland also saw some ghosts with distorted faces floating behind the skeleton.
Necromancer, or lich
Although both of them can summon undead creatures to drive themselves, and their abilities seem to be very similar, in essence, they are very different.
Necromancers are living beings.
Liches are dead people, and lichs of the same level are much stronger than necromancers.
The Necromancer is a 0.3 Magician plus a 0.7 Summoner, while the Lich is a 0.8 Magician plus a 0.8 Summoner.
Roland frowned. These skeletons and ghosts couldn't trap him. He just left with a space bubble spray, but... the people in that caravan definitely couldn't leave.
In other words, these skeletons themselves should be coming for this caravan.
The skeletons were getting closer and closer to the resting caravan, and soon they were less than twenty meters away.
Those ghosts floating in the air, ignoring the strong wind, couldn't help but scream in joy when they saw so many living people.
The joyful cries of the ghosts sound like harsh screams to normal human ears.
Everyone in the caravan jumped up when they heard the sound, and then they saw that the darkness was filled with dots of green light, which was quite scary as it swayed around.
Someone lit a torch and threw it into the distance, and a sea of skeletons appeared in front of these people.
Everyone screamed, and many people took up weapons, but no one dared to rush forward.
Allowing the skeletons to slowly press up, they could only retreat instinctively. Even if their backs hit Roland's small rock house, they still retreated subconsciously.
His feet slipped on the ground.
Even with their hands holding weapons, many people began to cry.
For ordinary people, everything related to magic is impossible to resist.
Besides, those ghosts in the sky... They traveled all over the country and heard bards singing the epic biography of knights in taverns everywhere. They knew that pure physical attacks would not be effective against ghosts.
Even if they can escape from the skeleton group, they can't escape the pursuit of ghosts.
They are dead.
The guide McKenzie had given up hope and sat on the ground with his hands on his head and cried.
Wallace's face was full of despair: "It turns out that this safe haven is just a bait to lure us here and let the undead eat our trap."
No wonder these people have such low will to resist.
In this world, it is common sense that ordinary people cannot resist magic.
Wallace chuckled and sat on the ground with a gloomy face.
He also gave up resistance.
At this time, a voice sounded above their heads, and then a bright and dazzling light source appeared above their heads, with three illuminating light balls shining directly around them like daylight.
Everyone looked up and saw a young man wearing a blue magic robe standing on the top of the rock building.
"I don't want to take the blame for this."
Roland flicked his fingers, and the surrounding hard snow turned into a huge swamp. The slow-moving skeletons sank directly into the swamp. The skeletons behind them stepped into the swamp circle one after another without any sense of autonomy.
Dozens of ghosts screamed and rushed forward.
Ordinary people were overwhelmed by these piercing screams and had splitting headaches. Even covering their ears with their hands was of no use.
Roland reached out and pointed, and a chain of lightning hit the ghost at the front first, directly 'burning' it into a pile of flying ash, and then was driven away by the fierce night wind.
Then the lightning jumped one after another, beating seven ghosts into ashes before disappearing.
In addition to light and life magic, lightning magic and fire magic also have a good killing effect on undead creatures.
If it weren't for the fear of accidentally injuring the caravan below, Roland could have taken away all these disgusting things with one fireball.
The eight ghosts were destroyed in an instant, and the skeletons on the periphery stopped immediately and stopped walking into the swamp.
Everyone in the caravan held their breath, and they did not dare to make any move.
I was afraid that if I moved casually, I would be targeted.
Whether it's being targeted by the people on the skeleton side or the magician at the rear, it's not a good thing.
But they understood that the magician behind seemed to be helping them.
So they sincerely hope that the magician in the rear can win.
At this time, the swamp showed signs of freezing. Roland flicked his fingers, and the swamp became muddy again.
Then a light ball moved forward quickly and flew behind the sea of skeletons. Under the strong light, a specially dressed 'person' appeared in Roland's eyes.
This man was wearing a black magic robe, his hair was withered like tangled grass, and his cheeks were dark and thin, without any moisture, like a mummy.
His forehead was full of wrinkles, and even some of the skin was peeled off, and the white forehead bones could be seen.
As for other body parts, they are all hidden in the black robe and cannot be seen clearly.
But just from here, it can be seen that this person is definitely a lich.
Roland also saw the 'blood bar' on his head, with a suffix on the back (elite creature Lv9)
The guide's eyes suddenly widened and he shouted in horror: "It's the Icefield Reaper... I know why we got lost. It's affecting us and it's his fault!"
Hearing the guide's call, the lich grinned, showing his yellow teeth.
Then he looked at Roland provocatively, looking up and down, as if assessing the activity of Roland's body.
Then his eyes gradually became fiery.