Not only did Shi Dong look pale, but even Fang Zheng's face wasn't much better. Think about it, you were planning to go to Shadowfang Keep, but you ran into Kel'Thuzad right after you entered. How would you feel?

This is really unconventional! The versions are not the same.

Looking at the lich floating in the air, Fang Zheng also quietly stepped back. It was no wonder that he and Shi Dong had not expected this situation. It was really because the other party was too good at disguise. As one of the top masters of the Ten Thousand Dead Council, it was almost certain that the other party had the ability of the legendary realm. Logically speaking, such beings must have strong generals and no weak soldiers. Undead skeletons were basic operations, and it was not impossible for them to have a few banshee bone dragons. If Fang Zheng and his team could fight against some advanced soldiers, then it would not be so easy to go deep.

What was the result? This old man was familiar with online articles and was very good at playing the game of playing the pig and eating the tiger! Along the way, Fang Zheng and Shi Dong encountered only basic undead creatures such as skeleton soldiers and undead giants, so not only Fang Zheng didn't care, but even Shi Dong thought that there might be just a crazy lich inside. Although an ordinary lich was still dangerous to great knights like Shi Dong and Malte, it was at least controllable.

But what they didn't expect was that inside would be one of the most terrifying and powerful beings in the Council of the Dead! A Lich Lord!

You are more or less a Boss-level character, can you have some dignity? Do you really want to play tricks on us? And why are you dressed so low-key? Most of the Boss characters in the game are dressed in gold and silver, but you are not like me, wearing a tattered black robe... Fang Zheng said that he had made a mistake.

Oh... by the way, liches have no face.

"That's great. Now that you're here, don't leave..."

Frank still looked very calm at this moment. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the empty space in the direction of Fang Zheng and Shi Dong.

But at the same time, suddenly, a beam of fire appeared from the side of the Lich Lord and rushed over like a meteor.

"stop!"

Knight Malte raised his sword high in the air, and the sword was burning with scorching flames. He roared and clenched the sword and swung it down. Then he saw the blazing flames swirling and rushing towards the Lich Lord floating in the air. However, the Lich Lord didn't even look at Knight Malte. Before the fierce flames came to him, a translucent spiritual barrier appeared around the body of the Lich Lord. Then he saw the raging flames become smaller like a candle in the wind in the blink of an eye, and then completely extinguished.

However, the Lich Lord did not pause at all. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed lightly. The next moment, Fang Zheng and Shi Dong felt the ground begin to shake. Then, behind them, a wall made of bones rose from the ground, quickly blocking their way of retreat.

That’s terrible!

Looking at this scene, Fang Zheng's face was gloomy. He clenched the Sky-breaking Sword in his hand, his eyes hesitant. To be honest, Fang Zheng didn't expect that these guys in the main world were more cunning than each other. If he could be more cautious... it would be useless! He didn't know much about this world. In the absence of sufficient intelligence, didn't he have to rely on the judgment of others?

"Guests are welcome. Why don't you come and participate in my ceremony?"

"Absolutely not!"

Hearing the words of the Lich Lord, Shi Dong roared, raised the giant sword in his hand and rushed forward again. However, the Lich Lord obviously knew that villains die because of talking too much, so he didn't even say anything more, but just stretched out his hand and drew a few gestures in the air. Then, a creepy scene appeared.

The dozen or so bodies of the Templar Knights lying on the ground suddenly exploded with a "click", and then their bones flew out of the bodies as if pulled by invisible threads, spinning and recombining, and soon they turned into a terrifying monster with a huge half body and a long sickle in both hands.

"It's the messenger of death, be careful!"

Seeing the monster in front of him, Malte's face changed greatly. He rushed forward and tried to attack the terrible monster from both sides with Shi Dong. But the opponent's reaction was faster than they thought. Almost at the moment it took shape, the death messenger suddenly raised his hands and swung the sickle in his hand 180 degrees, hitting Malte and Shi Dong's weapons one after another. The two knights trembled and then stepped back. But you can still see the cold air spreading rapidly along their hands, and in a blink of an eye, a thick layer of frost formed on their arms.

What a terrible power!

Malte and Shi Dong shook their hands, shattering the ice that bound their arms, and looked at each other at the same time, each seeing the surprise and fear in the other's heart. This was just a death messenger that the lich lord casually summoned, but it turned out that it could be on par with the two of them?

Even though Malte and Stone were both brave knights, they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The Council of the Dead had a bad reputation, but they rarely appeared in people's sight. Unlike the Church of the Day of Destruction and the Dusk Legion, they didn't like to stir up trouble everywhere. On the contrary, because the Council of the Dead believed that "everything will die", they had enough patience to wait for the enemy's self-destruction. Therefore, the Council of the Dead was more active in cemeteries or battlefields. On weekdays, they usually dug out the remains of some powerful beings and resurrected them into undead creatures. Of course, this kind of desecration of corpses would definitely not be accepted and recognized by the Temple.

There are even rumors privately in the temple that the Council of the Dead may appear low-key on the surface, but is actually the most terrifying enemy of all living beings. If they encounter any difficult opponents, although they will not kill the opponent at all costs like the Legion of Dusk and the Church of the Day of Destruction, they can wait patiently.

After all, time is their ally. They don't need to do anything themselves. As long as they wait patiently, those once powerful enemies will die of old age or be killed by others. Then they can come out and dig graves at their leisure. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Due to the passive and negative attitude of the Council of Death to avoid war, most people in the world mistakenly believe that it is a clown like the Church of the Day of Destruction, who can only engage in conspiracies and intrigues in private and will be immediately defeated like rats on the front battlefield.

But now the Lich Lord made a move and immediately broke the rumor - they just really don't like direct confrontation, but this doesn't mean that the Ten Thousand Death Council is just a clown in a rat hole. Just a temporary death messenger can resist the full-scale attack of the two great knights, Stone and Malte. In fact, Frank still has no intention of taking action. He seems to be more interested in the ceremony.

However, this did not mean that Frank would allow them to mess with him. He just snapped his right fingers, and soon the torn flesh of the Templars began to wriggle and merge like melted pudding, and then turned into two life-size flesh monsters, which pounced towards Fang Zheng and several other Templars respectively.

Oh my god!

Seeing this scene, Fang Zheng almost popped his eyes out. He had only heard a little about the Council of the Dead from Shi Dong, and knew that these undead creatures had a very deep attainment in the transformation of life and death. But it was not until this moment that Fang Zheng personally experienced how terrifying these terrible liches were. Not only did they extract people's bones to create death messengers, but they also used the remaining flesh and blood waste to create two flesh and blood puppets. This thing can be regarded as a mid-level existence among undead creatures. The strength is determined by the "raw materials" used to make them. If the flesh and blood of the puppets came from a few farmers, then it would definitely be no pressure for Fang Zheng. But now the flesh and blood of these puppets came from the Knights of the Temple, which is naturally another matter.

The speed of the flesh puppet was much faster than expected. It arrived in front of Fang Zheng in a few breaths. Fang Zheng felt his scalp tingling when he saw the huge ashes in front of him. He had seen disgusting monsters in the world of Diablo and Dark Souls, but this was the first time Fang Zheng had seen a monster that was this disgusting.

Although he was not sure about the production principle of the flesh puppet, Fang Zheng could tell at a glance that the body of this monster looked like the limbs of the Knights Templar that had been half-melted and then fused together again. What made him feel even more disgusted was that these organs actually seemed to be functioning?

Especially when he saw the five eyes in front of him that seemed to be placed in the wrong position and stared at him blinkingly, Fang Zheng felt so disgusted that he almost vomited.

"roar--!!"

However, the flesh puppet did not have such a feeling. It was now like a wild beast acting on instinct, roaring and rushing towards Fang Zheng. Two arms suddenly sprang out from the jelly-like body, holding two bloodstained swords in their hands.

It's really a ghost!

Facing the monster in front of him, Fang Zheng cursed inwardly, then he rolled to the side, dodging the opponent's two consecutive slashes, and then swung his sword with his backhand. The light of judgment suddenly burst out and hit the body of the flesh and blood puppet, blasting out small holes.

Because there was no blood, the flesh and blood appeared uncomfortably pale, and one could even clearly see the shriveled blood vessels and internal organs inside. What made him even more disgusted was that, perhaps because of the influence of magic, these internal organs were still working!

Fang Zheng felt that he had better go to the bathroom now and find a place to throw up. Unfortunately, there was no bathroom nearby, and he didn't have the space. After being attacked, the flesh puppet trembled, and the other two arms emerged from the place where it was attacked, holding the long sword in his hand again and slashing at Fang Zheng. But this time Fang Zheng did not retreat. He flipped the long sword in his hand, and the dazzling holy light drew a pleasing silver arc in the void, splitting the two arms in front of him into two. Then Fang Zheng raised the long sword in his hand, and the shining lightsaber took shape beside him, and then rushed forward with a whistle.

Countless swords of light instantly riddled the flesh and blood puppet with holes, turning it from jelly into cheese. However, this did not seem to be a big problem for the flesh and blood puppet. Its body was only paralyzed for a moment, and then began to fuse and transform again.

At the same time, the undead giants on both sides had already strode over.