Amberser had always been a rather singular Undead.
Whether it was sheltering refugees, aiding Druids, making enemies of Paladins or waging war against nearby Lords,
the ultimate goal was always purely about making money.
Now was no different, as a Legendary Lich possessing Pseudo-Soul technology, his demand for human souls was very low, and this war was nearly a complete loss for him. After all, operating the ancient castle's magic defense system was burning through Gold Coins every second.
Killing just a few people offered no cost-effectiveness whatsoever.
So Amberser had to collect some interest.
The three people before him were perfect to serve as free test subjects to assess the combat capability of his newly created Spirit Puppets.
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Harvey felt it was time to give up the path of a Mage, damn that School of Prophecy, it was all a trap. He clearly thought that charging forward was the right move, yet he walked right into a trap.
