Chapter 152: The Lich is coming

Seeing the Molson Cavalry retreating in a hurry, the strong man from the bullheaded man Miro led the elite guards to chase him for dozens of meters and stopped. He moved forward and was about to contact rows of white-bone undead warriors. Although he knew that these undead warriors were dealing with the Molson cavalry, who could guarantee whether these undead can distinguish between the enemy and us? The strong man from the big man of Travino, halfling and dwarf were not afraid, but it was the first time that the new recruits witnessed these skeletons, and they all showed fear and dared not go forward.

The old man in the air shook his scepter three times, and the white bones and undead warriors on the ground instantly turned into powder and scattered quietly in the air.

Seeing the thin black shadow slowly flying towards this side, Princess Yafir, Eliza, Saint Silia, Young Archbishop Shilo, Girl Ranger Aerli, and the female Paladin Sophia who had just landed, her heart was beating without exception, and her face showed a nervous look.

Princess Yafir and Eliza already knew the true identity of this mysterious man, so while they were a little scared, they were also excited to meet with the top powerhouses in the mainland. Saint Silia had not thought about the origin of the mysterious man, but for some reason, she had a faint sense of familiarity with this figure getting closer and closer.

As the shadows got closer and closer, they finally fell gently in front of them. Princess Yafir stepped forward and bowed deeply, "The words cannot express one ten thousandth of my gratitude to you. Master Prodmore, I will never forget your kindness to the Shamjin Town!"

The words "Prodmore" were like a thunderous sound that rolled over everyone's hearts. Saint Silia couldn't help but cover her mouth to prevent the scream from coming out. Archbishop Hilo, female paladin Sophia, and the snow wolf servant team of the girl ranger Aerli, the Interior Officer George, and the bull-headed strong man Miro could not hide the shock in their hearts, and they all stared at the old man who had his face hidden in the hood with incredible eyes.

This is one of the two holy-level magicians who are said to be closest to God! This is Prodmore, who transformed into a lich for the purpose of studying magic! The legend among this mage actually appeared in Celtan and helped the Shinjin Town to repel the attack of the Molson cavalry!?

The strong bullheaded man Miro stumbled his mouth, which was his bad habit when he was nervous. He only knew that the master had a deep relationship with the holy rank mage Frank, and now it seems that another holy rank mage and the master are also very close. He can clearly remember that the mage apprentice named Sauron was his master's good friend!

"I only give Frank a favor when it's right!" Prodmore's voice was extremely dull, and a trembling cold air was emitting around him, which was completely different from the feeling he gave to become the great wizard Kalin. People who were a little closer to him seemed to have lost the courage to speak.

Prodmore turned his head to the side and said, "Little Celia, why don't you talk when you see me? Do you say you can't remember my old bone!"

The young Archbishop Hilo and the female paladin Sophia were both surprised. Hearing the tone of the holy-level magician, the saint not only knew him, but also seemed to be very familiar with him.

"Grandpa Prodmore!" Saint Celia cried out in a vain. Unlike her feelings for Grandpa Frank, she had always had a deep fear of this lich demon teacher who had been with her for three months. Perhaps it was because of her childhood fear of the skeleton-like appearance. Facing this lich who was famous on the mainland, she completely lost her usual calmness, just like a child facing a serious and harsh elder!

"Well, this is Sauron, I guess you haven't seen it yet!" Prodmore pointed at the silent student beside him.

"So you are Brother Sauron!" Saint Silia showed a smile on her face. The friendship of childhood was always innocent. In her memory, she had a deep impression of the young man with long golden hair and a dazzling appearance like a son of god.

"If the teacher doesn't say it, I really can't recognize you, Sister Celia!" Sauron, like his teacher, hid his face in his hood, and others could only see his smooth jaw.

The young Archbishop, female paladin, girl ranger and others finally felt relieved. As a student of the holy magician, it would be normal to summon a powerful demon like "Hellfire".

"Soren, Silia and Lanlei have known each other since they were young!" Prodmore said to Princess Yafel, as if explaining something.

"We have heard Lanlie talk about the master!" Princess Yafel tried her best to restore her mood to nature, and smiled and said, "Lianlie said, he has always kept the magic card of the 'Summoning Skeleton Warrior' you gave him!"

"Haha, this child!" Prodmore's laughter was a bit warm, which weakened the coldness he brought to everyone a lot. After a pause, the holy magician said again: "Of these children, my favorite is Lanlie."

Princess Yafel and Eliza and others were stunned for a while. They didn't expect that the other party would speak out about their preference for Lanle in front of their students. However, Cilia had an unsurprising expression. She had learned about Prodmore's bias when she was a child. The ones that were given to them were the most. The ones that were given to them were the longest and the most fun. When they left, only Lanle received the magic card as a farewell gift.

Celia was quite helpless about this. Who made Ranle the most popular with Prodmore's temper?

Soren was not at all unhappy. Lanlie was his childhood friend and his only friend to this day. Some people may think that three months of childhood friendship is nothing, but in his heart, this sincere emotion cannot be replaced by anything! He knew a little bit about the reason why the teacher favored Lanlie. For example, Lanlie was the first child to see the teacher's true face but was not scared to cry. For example, Lanlie was the first child to know the teacher's identity but did not care about it and kept circling around the teacher. He respected the teacher from the bottom of his heart and loved the teacher by the students, but Lanlie could make the teacher feel a kind of family affection, and this kind of warmth was what the teacher longed for the most.

"This is not a place for conversation. Master Prodmore, please sit in the lord's mansion. Lanle will definitely be very happy to see you when he comes back!" Princess Yafel invited the lich.

Prodmore didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.
Chapter completed!