Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

Elsa's expression changed slightly.

It was an open secret in their small circle that Lynch had always liked Elsa.

However, at that time he was just Wallenberg's second son, who had no right to inherit the throne. He had a handsome appearance but no real power.

Therefore, Elsa neither refused nor accepted, keeping him in suspense and keeping him in suspense.

Unexpectedly, this useless second son suddenly transformed himself into the new Baron of Valencia a few months ago.

Elsa regretted it for quite a while.

But that was before.

Elsa's mindset has now undergone a new change.

"Who would want to marry a guy who can't even protect his fiancée?" She scoffed, her tone deliberately contemptuous. "He's just a good-for-nothing with a title."

In this world, strength always prevails; a stroke of luck is meaningless.

Lynch's recent performance has fully demonstrated that his abilities are not commensurate with his status, and there is absolutely no future in following him.

-

At the other end of the hall, the atmosphere was completely different.

Several elderly nobles were sitting around the fireplace, with Baron Barack Hollenfield in the center.

He looked unwell, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, his expression filled with fatigue and worry.

"Barak, I sympathize with your situation."

Lord Duncan began, "Didn't you write to Wallenberg, asking them to cover part of the ransom and losses? Has that young baron... replied?"

Barak shook his head, his voice deepening: "Not yet."

"No?" Duncan frowned.

Another nobleman scoffed, "I heard that kid foolishly made his steward go around sourcing Knight's Flower seeds. Wallenberg's treasury is probably empty by now; he can't come up with five hundred gold coins."

"If they can't produce it, they should at least give an explanation." Duncan's tone held a hint of dissatisfaction. "Not even a reply, what kind of nonsense is this?"

Barak's brow furrowed even deeper.

Although Margaret was kidnapped, it didn't matter. He had plenty of daughters; he could just find another one to marry into the family.

Now that the engagement has been established, the two parties should be extraordinary family allies, and should stand together and share the risks in such matters.

But now...

Lin Qi didn't even reply.

Barakmo stroked the rim of his wine glass, a cold glint in his eyes, already hesitating whether this marriage was appropriate.

Just then, the side door of the hall was gently pushed open, and a servant hurried in, walked through the crowd, and went to Barak's side, whispering a few words.

Barak's expression changed slightly, and he looked up.

"The messenger from Wallenberg has arrived," he said to the people around him.

Several powerful figures exchanged glances; some wore amused expressions, while others shook their heads.

Barak did not get up immediately; he remained seated for a few seconds in silence.

Duncan said, "Since they're already here, let's go see them. It's better to hear what they have to say than to know nothing at all."

Barak pondered for a moment, nodded, and stood up to walk towards the entrance of the hall.

However, they had only gone halfway when a figure hurriedly entered from outside the door.

That was the old butler Gregory, his steps were so hurried that he was almost out of control, and his breathing was so rapid that his chest heaved.

Barak frowned. "Gregory? What's wrong?"

The old butler rushed up to him, taking three steps at a time, without even having time to bow.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

The powerful and influential people around them looked at each other, wondering what had happened.

"My lord..." Gregory finally spoke, his voice hoarse and unlike his usual self, "Miss...Miss has been saved."

Barak was taken aback.

Before he could ask any further questions, the old butler's next words had already hit him—

"It was Baron Lynch who did it."

"He alone..." The old butler swallowed hard, as if trying to convince himself of the truth of the words, "wiped out that group of Asdokians...all of them."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the venue.

The banquet hall erupted in chaos.

-

A corner of the hall.

The young people were still chatting when they suddenly realized that something was wrong in the atmosphere of the hall.

"What's going on?" A young nobleman put down his wine glass and looked curiously towards the center of the hall. "Why is it suddenly so lively?"

"I don't know," another woman said, peeking out cautiously. "Has something happened?"

"I'll go ask around." A young woman in a pink dress stood up, lifted her skirt, and walked quickly toward the crowded area.

Elsa held her wine glass and took a sip without a second thought.

The lady in the pink dress returned quickly.

He practically ran back, and the expression on his face stunned everyone.

Her eyes were wide open, but her pupils were unfocused, as if she hadn't yet recovered from some unbelievable news.

"What's wrong?" Elsa put down her glass and asked, frowning.

Others gathered around as well.

The woman in the pink dress stood before them, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

She opened her mouth, but it took her a long time to manage to squeeze out a sound.

"Margaret..."

"What's wrong with Margaret?" a young nobleman asked.

"Margaret... has been saved."

Everyone was taken aback.

"They're rescued?" the young nobleman asked doubtfully. "Which knight intervened? Was it Knight Foster or Knight Gale? How many men did they bring?"

"Wallenberg paid a heavy price this time, didn't they?"

The woman in the pink dress shook her head.

"Neither."

She took a deep breath, as if trying to convince herself of the words she was about to say.

"It's Lynch."

"It was Lynch," the girl in the pink dress repeated, her voice trembling. "He charged in alone and killed all those Asdokians...and brought Margaret back to the castle unharmed."

"What?!"

"What?!"

Several voices exploded at the same time.

......

Lynch knew nothing of what was happening at the Hollenfield family banquet; at the moment, he was busy expanding his territory in the Land of the Dead.

The Land of the Dead, a wasteland of bones.

In a certain mining area, a fierce battle is underway.

On one side of the battle were the undead guarding the mining area, numbering no less than a hundred, including three elite-level ones.

On the other side was Lynch's undead army, consisting of five warrior skeletons and three skeleton archers.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sharp sound of wind breaking through the air ripped through the deathly silence above the mining area.

Three bone arrows flew out in succession, striking several miner skeletons and instantly turning them into bones with their powerful force.

Skull Number 2 charged ahead, its two-handed greatsword leaving a cold trail in the blood moonlight. It plunged headlong into the horde of skeletons near the mine entrance, its greatsword sweeping out in a horizontal arc.

"Click!"

Three ordinary skeletons were cut in half at the waist and scattered with a clatter. Without pausing, it turned and struck again, shattering two more skeletons.

Four other skeleton warriors followed closely behind, attacking simultaneously from both sides of the railway tracks.

The five skulls were like five sharp blades cutting into butter, scattering bones wherever they went.

When an ordinary skeleton's rusty sword strikes their plate armor, it only sends up a few sparks, leaving not even a scratch; but a single blow from them can instantly disintegrate an ordinary skeleton.

five minutes.

Seven minutes.

ten minutes.

The number of skeletons in the mine is decreasing rapidly. One hundred, eighty, sixty, forty, twenty—

As the last ordinary skeleton was cleaved in two by Skeleton 2's sword, its skeleton scattered beside the minecart, the valley fell silent once more.

Only a skeleton remained in the vast mining area.

Lin Qi's gaze fell on the mine entrance.

The elite skeleton that had been guarding the largest mine entrance was still alive. It stood in the shadows of the mine entrance, its hands resting on its rusty greatsword, the green flames in its eye sockets warily scanning its surroundings.

Lynch emerged from behind the boulder, holding a shield and a cross-shaped sword as he walked up.

The eight undead behind him quietly retreated to either side, making room for him.

The elite skeleton sensed a new enemy, turned its body, and locked onto Lynch with the green flames in its eye sockets. It emerged from the shadows, dragging its greatsword, and strode forward to meet him.

The blade scraped against the broken bones on the ground, making a piercing sound.

Ten steps.

Five steps.

Three steps —

The elite skeleton struck first, its greatsword slashing down from above with a dull whistling sound.

Lin Qi dodged to the side, the blade grazing his shoulder before crashing to the ground, sending up a shower of bone fragments.

He seized the opportunity to step forward, his cross-shaped sword piercing between the skull's ribs—

"when!"

The sword tip pierced the bone, leaving only a faint white dot.

The elite skeleton's bones were much harder than he had imagined. The skeleton didn't even pause; its greatsword swept across, and Lynch hurriedly raised his shield to block—

"Bang!"

A tremendous force came from the shield, making his entire arm numb and causing excruciating pain in the web of his hand.

The difference in strength is too great.

Lin Qi steadied himself, stepped back a short distance, and decisively abandoned the idea of ​​continuing the trial.

"Kill it." He uttered the three words crisply and decisively.

The undead army swarmed forward from behind, and in a matter of moments, the last skeleton was completely defeated.

At the same time, a crisp system notification sounded in my ear:

[Occupies a Shadowstone Mine (Small), estimated reserves: 2600 units.]