They knew that the energy leaking from the seal was incredibly pure—just one breath was worth several days of hard training outside.
Leveling up in necromancy was already difficult, and now they had stumbled upon such an opportunity...
And they were supposed to just leave?
With such a tempting chance in front of them, everyone felt a twinge of reluctance in their hearts.
"Ahem..." An older player cleared his throat and stepped forward. "Right now, the undead instructors outside can still hold off the Holy Court for a while. It seems a bit premature to go out now; perhaps we should wait a little longer..."
Another player quickly chimed in, "Exactly. The situation hasn't reached an irretrievable point. If we rashly release the death knight, it could lead to problems."
Norbert understood the players' thoughts and shot a glance at Fang Heng out of the corner of his eye, feigning a question. "What do you think, sir?"
