Sandru's idea was good, but clearly impossible to achieve.
After all, Lu Yan had been watching him through a third-person perspective the entire time.
However, Lu Yan also realized his mistake. The Prayer Spell cast by the Angel Alliance was inferior to the four major curses of the Cursed Armor: Slow Spell (reducing speed), Curse Possession (reducing damage to the minimum), Weakness (reducing attack power), and Impending Doom (reducing luck).
In Lu Yan's eyes, Sandru secretly made contact with a corrupted Frost Knight.
"Great Knight, please allow me, Sandru the necromancer, to send my greetings to your master."
"Clang!" The Frost Knight slashed at him with a single stroke.
Sandru's skeleton was hacked to pieces.
Of course, he would not die so easily. That skeleton was merely something he had possessed.
He had long since transformed into a lich, and his phylactery was hidden somewhere no one could possibly find.
Only his head remained. His jaw still moved as he spoke. "Why did you cut me down?"
"You are not qualified," the Frost Knight said coldly.
"Not qualified? Very well, then please allow me to greet you." Sandru truly knew when to yield and when to bend. No wonder he was a villain who had deceived so many Heroes.
The first time Lu Yan played, he had thought that everyone who issued quests was a good person, and he had assumed Sandru was one too.
Thinking back on it now, fortunately, it had been a computer game rather than a real scenario. Otherwise, that old swindler would have tricked him to death.
Only then did the Frost Knight ask coldly, "What do you want?"
"I can help you accomplish what you wish to do, such as conquering this world." A gleam flashed in Sandru's eyes.
"Oh, very good. Come. I