This Lich Needs More Money

Chapter 259 The Mourning Poets Society gathers!

 In this cobweb-covered underground city, killing does not only occur on the top floor of the tower.

In the shadows that no one noticed, a group of underground races were locked up by the drow in many cells sealed with spider webs.

 Drow talk about overthrowing the oppression of the undead, but in fact they are similar to the undead. These underground races are just slaves, food and consumables for the drow.

 In this dark place, there is no morality, no kindness, only naked cannibalism.

 And these slaves who were supposed to be sent to be skinned and deboned are mysteriously disappearing one by one.

 There seemed to be something in the darkness that was devouring these slaves one by one.

 There were no exclamations, no screams, only a very slight sound of chewing, and the flesh, flesh and bones were crushed completely disappearing in the scalp-numbing sound.

However, in order to prevent these slaves from causing trouble, these slaves were paralyzed with poison by the drow. They were conscious, but could not move their hands or feet. They died one by one under the sneak attack of this shadow. Others could only watch and wait, hoping that they would not be next.

On the other side of the city, a spider drow was originally carrying slaves to the tower, but suddenly found an excuse and left the work to his companions halfway.

After staying away from the team, the spider drow escaped into the shadows and ran directly out of the city.

In a secret passage connected to the spider web city, countless thorns grew randomly. The spider-shaped drow appeared outside the passage, and then walked into these thorns without hesitation.

Sharp spikes cut through his huge body, and wounds appeared one after another, and smelly blood flowed out from the wounds, but the blood seemed to contain a strange red light that illuminated the thorns.

As the spider-turned drow moved forward, he recited a eulogy of pain. The blood light surrounded his body, slowly turning into mysterious runes and imprinting them on his body, and then quickly disappeared.

 After the spider drow walked out of the passage, the sharp thorns all withered, turned into dust and dissipated, and the wounds and scarlet runes on the spider drow's body also disappeared.

 It’s just that the pain will not go away.

Lingchi's pain has been deeply imprinted on the body of this spider drow. He is experiencing the previous pain all the time, but there is an unstoppable smile on his face.

 Pain is a gift, pain is strength, pain is all relief.

 This is the blessing of the goddess of pain.

Not all drow believe in the Lolth Spider Queen. With the Lolth Spider Queen's teachings of betrayal and malice, there are naturally many traitors among the drow.

Amberxiu's prediction was absolutely correct. Every goddess was scheming and had their own back-up plan, and there was more than one.

It’s just that these goddesses don’t know yet that the legendary undead from the Dead Poets Society are eyeing this cobweb-covered city.

In an unknown tavern in the mainland, a slovenly bard put down his lariphone and walked out of the tavern shaking his head.

This made the guests in the tavern heave a sigh of relief. The bard's singing was too unpleasant, and the quiet feeling seemed to be a gift from the gods. It was not that they had not raised their opinions, but those who had raised their opinions had already been hung on the crooked neck tree outside the tavern.

Although I don’t know why, the one who can make the bard stop is really meritorious, and they are willing to offer a short but sincere gratitude to this unknown god.

Again, in an underground tomb that had been buried for an unknown period of time, a corpse that seemed to have been dried for a long time crawled out of the coffin, opening its mouth to reveal two rows of terrifying fangs.

 “I haven’t tasted fresh flesh and blood for a long time.”

The violent dark magic began to converge on the mummy, and the originally shriveled muscles began to bulge, and the skull-like head began to grow flesh and blood again. Only the big mouth full of sharp teeth remained unchanged.

 Far away overseas, in the depths of the sea, a huge ghost ship docked in the strait.

The teleportation magic circle on the ship kept flashing, and those weird-looking murloc zombies were constantly teleported to the dark region by Captain Ai Ge.

Aige told his subordinates: "It's a pity that the Underdark is really not suitable for me to exert my power. You must perform well and don't weaken the reputation of our Silent Night Pirates."

At the Dragon Tomb in the outer sea, the Gareth couple had already embarked on the teleportation formation heading to the Dark Territory, followed by a large number of bone dragons.

 The Underdark is not considered a continental area. The original rules set with Ryan did not say that dragons would not be allowed to enter the Underdark.

Although it is false that the deceased gave birth to a child, this is the first team-building activity of the Dead Poets Society in many years. How could the Gareths miss it? Wouldn't it look very unsocial not to participate?

Even Huggie Stone, the weakest vampire in the group, took his blood slaves to the Underdark. He knew that he would be useless in a fight, but he always wanted to show off in front of the seniors of the Dead Poets Society. Face.

 In the palace of Apoptotic Rose, more than a dozen teleportation arrays kept lighting up, and members of the Mourning Poets Society appeared one by one.

Apocalyptic Rose couldn't help but think that if the Mourning Poets Society was willing to go out collectively to attack Ryan with her, Ryan without the Silver Moon Knight would definitely be destroyed by her.

 Unfortunately, Apoptotic Rose knows that this is impossible.

She has been a member of the Mourning Poets Society for a long time, and has more than once asked other members to help her destroy Ryan. She is willing to pay any price.

 Unfortunately, there has been no response.

　　Previously, it was thought that the members of the Mourning Poets Society did not have the ability and did not want to be cannon fodder. Now it seems that the seniors just do not want to help.

“But why did everyone come out to help when something happened to that guy?”

Apocalyptic Rose is not jealous, but thoughtful. She really wants to know what charm Amberxiu has that can make the Mourning Poets Society mobilize collectively.

At the same time, Apoptotic Rose has once again determined to become a family with Amber Xiu. By then, her hatred will be equal to his hatred, and maybe the Mourning Poets Society will go out again for him.

Amberxiu also learned about the gathering of the Dead Poets Society through the Code of the Dead. He quickly left the tower and found a hidden corner in the spider web city to draw the magic circle.

 Fortunately, this underground city is large enough and the number of drow is not large. Many areas are completely deserted, and even spider webs have not been laid out, so it is not difficult to find a secluded place.

Amberxiu found an abandoned temple and started to get busy here. Several hours later, a huge blue light door appeared in front of Amber Xiu.

This is an enhanced version of any door. Unlike the teleportation magic circle, which needs to be teleported according to the number of times, once any door is opened, the two ends can be completely connected, just like a channel. The transmission speed depends on the walking speed of the queue. This requires An enhanced version of the space spell that can only be cast by the Golden Throne.

 Any door can last for about three hours, costing Amberxiu tens of millions of gold coins.

Since you have invested so much in the early stage, if you don’t make ten or a hundred times this amount, you will suffer a big loss.

 After any door is opened, the first person to rush out is the Headless Horseman Gareth.

He was riding his eight-legged giant horse, wearing thick armor, and almost crushed Amber Xiu when he rushed out.

Gareth laughed like thunder and said to Amberxiu: "Haha, good brother, long time no see."

 “Hush! Don’t be so loud! The drow will find out!” said Umbershoe.

However, Amberxiu would soon discover that there was nothing quiet at all.

 Because the portal began to pour out various undead, the skeletons were okay, but the zombies always screamed from time to time, and soon they started to become noisy. Immediately afterwards, the huge dragon head got stuck on the portal, but the place could not be squeezed anymore.

Amber Xiu finally understood that covert action was impossible. There were too many undead and it was impossible to avoid being noticed.

However, it seems that there is no need to keep it secret.

More than a dozen bone dragons were reduced in size and squeezed into the sea of ​​undead. Many low-level skeletons were crushed to pieces and had to walk out of the temple.

Then there was a group of bloated fat men three to four meters tall. They were abominations made of countless corpses stitched together. They were all high-level undead.

 After the abomination is the death knight, after the death knight is a group of vampires, and finally a group of wet zombie murlocs.

The leader said excitedly when he saw Amber Xiu: "The distinguished guest of the group leader, we meet again."

"Phil? Why are you here too?!" Amberxiu recognized this half-rotten sahuagin. Isn't that the captain of the pirate squad under Aige?

“It’s not convenient for the leader to come to the Underdark, so he asked me to help.”

Before he could catch up with the fishman Phil, several more figures walked out of the portal.

A bard who looked slovenly, a ghoul with an elegant posture, and the Apoptotic Rose... Oh, Huggie Stone was also there, but he was covered by someone, so he couldn't see it for a moment.

Amberxiu quickly flew over the group of undead and came to these friends.

  They don’t need to introduce themselves, Amberxiu can recognize them. It's easy to say that the ghoul is also a part of the undead, but this poet... Amber Xiu can't sense the undead aura on his body at all.

 There should be no living people in the Mourning Poets Society, right?

Amberxiu said politely: "Two seniors, we finally meet. Thank you for your help this time."

The bard smiled and said: "Don't be polite to me, I am too idle and my bones are itching."

The elegant ghoul said: "I don't care, as long as you have enough flesh and blood for me, even if it can't fill my stomach."

Amberxiu said tentatively: "I don't know what to call the two seniors? It's always disrespectful to use code names."

The bard said casually: "I am called the poet, and this is my life."

Amberxiu felt a little pity, and wanted to get some identity information from the poet's name, but it turned out that this person was really tight-lipped.

The ghoul said casually: "Yugaxi, this is the name I used many years ago."

　　Yugaxi, you knew it was not his real name when you heard it. Amberxiu had only heard of Dorison, the King of Ghouls, but he was a powerful lord of the Abyss.

Although I couldn’t find out any information, I finally made friends with these two seniors.

"Senior poet, what are your plans next? With such a big movement here, the drow elves will find out soon." Amberxiu asked.

The poet smiled and said: "Don't worry about me, I'm just here to write a poem to these drow elves. Don't ask me about other things. Since the matter started because of you, we are also here to help you, so you can direct it." Bar."

Amberxiu did not refuse, and directly said to Apoptotic Rose: "Ms. Rose, you are much better than me in leading the army of the undead. Later, all the troops will be handed over to you to command. As for the other members of the Mourning Poets Society, I will also There are no restrictions on your actions, just put as much pressure on those drow as possible.

"And I'm going to see how many conspiracies those four goddesses have arranged."

Apoptotic Rose said worriedly at this time: "Do you want to take the risk alone?"

Amberxiu nodded and said: "I always have to help Goddess Shar complete her plan. If I promise the gods but fail to fulfill my responsibilities, then she will have an excuse to punish me."

This is something that Amber Xiu cannot avoid. The dagger must be stabbed out. Of course, whether he can stab Trisna to death has nothing to do with him.

Apoptotic Rose wanted to persuade him again, but the poet said: "Don't worry, I'm here to bless him."

The sloppy bard took out a larri and plucked the strings quickly.

A piece of strange music was introduced into Amberxiu's soul. The chords played were not similar to the music he had heard before. Amberxiu could not describe its characteristics. Some of the sounds were even sharper and deeper than La. The limit of the lyre... is that countless praises and lamentations make up this strange melody. Amberxiu only feels his soul trembling. This experience is really not comfortable, and he even feels like he never wants to hear this kind of music again.

This weird music lasted for less than ten seconds, and the poet said to Amberxiu: "It's done, I have blessed you with an effect similar to a death-proof barrier, which can protect you from three fatal attacks."

After hearing this, Amberxiu said quickly: "It sounds so good. Can I listen to it again?"

 (End of this chapter)