Wrath of the Elder Lich

Outside Silver Springs, the Elite Guards were engaged in a losing battle against an endless horde of Corrupted Ghouls and Skeletal Warriors. Although the mechanical sentries were doing their best to fight off the cavalry units, they were slowly beginning to get swarmed.

Meanwhile, Count Gressil had managed to shoot down the Undead Cavaliers and break through their defensive formation. However, the Elder Lich still had plenty of tricks up his sleeves.

Spurring his horse forward, Count Gressil headed straight toward the Elder Lich, and as soon as he was within range, he unleashed a volley of Flameshot rounds from his nock gun. The ammunition scattered into nine flaming pellets, but before they could hit the Lich, they were stopped by a magic shield.

The Elder Lich had cast the Dark Barrier spell to protect himself, and it had absorbed the impact from the bullets, rendering them harmless.

“That won’t keep you safe forever,” Count Gressil muttered as he charged forward on horseback, his no