This Lich Requests More Remuneration

The Silvermoon Knight perished amidst the mountains of the orcs, and not in the desert.

The known destiny could not be altered, an absolute law; thus, no matter how hard Amberser tried, it was impossible for him to take down the Silvermoon Knight here.

This was also why Amberser had been scared out of his wits initially, facing this old man who absolutely couldn’t die, all his struggles seemed futile.

But he quickly realized something—if the Silvermoon Knight wasn’t fated to die here, it meant that the Goddess of Fate’s test wasn’t about Amberser killing the Silvermoon Knight.

Once he understood this, Amberser immediately calmed down and then he noticed something.

The Silvermoon Knight had only unleashed one slash and then did not pursue any further.

Now there were about a dozen people flying in the sky, six of them bathed in Holy Light, seemingly the Legendary Holy Warriors from Laine. The remaining dozen were legends from the Dwarf Kingdom. Amberser didn’t know who they exactly were, only that the forces had initially been evenly matched, but after that one slash from the Silvermoon Knight, the side from the Dwarf Kingdom had lost a third of their number.

This terrifying old man had killed four or five legends with a single slash—it was freaking outrageous.

Beyond that incredible Silvermoon Knight, the other Legendary Holy Warriors from Laine were ferocious as well, pummeling the remaining Dwarven legends, driving them to complete disarray.

In addition to the aerial combat, sounds of marching troops could also be heard from outside Dew City; alarms rang constantly from the city walls, and the Magic Conduction Cannon was roaring. Clearly, the Laine Army had also arrived outside Dew City.