This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 474 - 441: The World of Rising Winds and Scudding Clouds_2

Chapter 474: Chapter 441: The World of Rising Winds and Scudding Clouds_2

Having discussed all the details, Gustavo Flint was ready to set out for the Orc Mountains immediately, his determination to succeed evident.

However, just before the communication cut off, Flint couldn’t help but to add, "I thought you would refuse, or at least hesitate."

Amberser replied with surprise, "Why? Why would I not take the opportunity to make money?"

Gustavo Flint said, "The you from before might not have agreed so readily. You might have even saved the world instead, seeming less cruel and murderous. You preferred to capture people for ransom. Old friend, you have changed lately, becoming more like a Lich."

Amberser was stupefied for a moment; this evaluation was indeed odd. What did he mean by becoming more like a Lich?

He was a Lich after all.

Nevertheless, Amberser felt like he had noticed something too.

After Mr. Misfortune’s death, the little humanity left in him dissipated swiftly.

Whether he admitted it or not, when he first turned into a Lich, he still retained many human morals. He did not kill indiscriminately or torture, showing restraint unlike other Undead.

But now, Amberser was leading this war in the deep seas. Even though it seemed he had no choice, Amberser understood that he was quickly embracing the indifferent and ruthless nature of a Lich.

Soon, he would be like Withered Rose, enslaving other races without a trace of guilt, solely to create more wealth for himself.

Amberser couldn’t help but ponder, was this a good thing?

Putting aside all sentimental factors and thinking purely rationally, becoming more like a Lich didn’t seem so bad and was, after all, inevitable.

The Undead have only perception; the world to them is as dry as an instruction manual, offering no stirring of emotions, with the sole exception of the pleasure Amberser derived from accumulating wealth.

Devoid of emotional stimulation, one naturally becomes numb, which is why the Undead lose their humanity.

This process is irreversible; Amberser will only sink deeper into his desire for wealth, continually falling into the abyss. For a Lich, this way of living is a torment.

Since the emotion of pleasure can’t be sustained for long, Amberser will only grow more and more desirous of wealth until the day where all the world’s riches cannot satisfy his appetite.

That time would be an eternal torture.

However, Amberser quickly discarded these futile thoughts, mumbling to himself, "Who cares? That’s years away. For now, I’ll just enjoy my life of wealth."

Humming a tune, Amberser entered his private space and began to diligently create Pseudo-Souls.

As days went by, Amberser continued to receive nothing but good news.

With the first wave of the Trash Fish Army delivered for the Orcs’ use, they were spectacularly effective in their nighttime raids on the Laine cities.

The battle could be called classic. The Orсs intended to raid the Laine towns by night, but the plans were leaked and the Laine People ambushed them along the roads in response. As the Orc army emerged, the Laine People conducted a successful counter-ambush.

Caught off guard, the Orcs were thrown into disarray and quickly retreated.

Seeing the Orc main forces fleeing, the Laine People immediately chose to pursue.

But this pursuit resulted in heavy losses for the Laine People, as their overconfidence led to a deformed formation, which couldn’t maintain effective team defense. Seizing this opportunity, the Orc commander ordered a high-altitude bombing raid from the Black Tide.

In the darkness, the seemingly insignificant Undead Legion descended like a rain of iron.

The Laine People initially didn’t think much of it; wasn’t it just arrows? Their enchanted armors should withstand that... they were wrong.

This was a group of the Trash Fish Army, disguised as Armor-Piercing Arrows, whose plummeting velocity combined with automatic targeting inflicted astounding damage.

Only the heavily armored Paladins were able to withstand these attacks, but the Orc commander had anticipated this and decided to ignore these Paladins, targeting instead the Laine’s auxiliary troops, which resulted in remarkable success, causing over a thousand deaths in the first aerial assault.

Subsequently, the Air Undead concealed in the Miscellaneous Fish Type One were released, and the poison created a desolate area. Any Laine People entering it would be poisoned within seconds and begin convulsing to death.

Because the onset was so rapid, many Light Priests didn’t even have the chance to dispel the Dark Magic Power with Holy Light before they too fell to the ground and died in convulsions.

In the cover of darkness, the poisoned area was even more effective. Many Laine People blundered into it without clear visibility, and the death toll of the Laine People climbed even higher.

It took a full ten minutes before the Laine People realized what was happening and began using Holy Light for purification.

But those ten brief minutes had already inflicted devastating losses on the Laine People, and at that moment, the Orcs came back for a counterattack, surrounding the Laine People from all sides and trapping the Paladin Legion within.

From the beginning, the Orcs’ night raid intelligence was deliberately leaked. Their true target was not the towns, but the Laine People’s main force.

After so many years of war with the Orcs, this was the first time the Laine People had utterly failed in terms of tactics. The Orcs never had this level of intelligence before.

What was more terrifying than the tactical thought was the fact that the Orcs, who used to just charge forward with howls, could now execute tactics. This was no simple matter of mere talk.