This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world. “Let’s look at the daily quests today… it’s the damned choose one-of-two-options-type again. Destroy a town with a population of 30,000 people or above; reward: 10,000 evil points. Steal lollipops from 3 children; reward: 1 evil point. If neither of the quests is completed, then 2 points will be deducted.” “Tsk! You think I’m stupid? If I really destroyed a town, a crusade of Myth-ranked Holy Knights would definitely come hunting me down. Even if I earned the points, there wouldn’t be any life left in me to spend them. I better just go be a kindly lollipop bandit.” I’ve already had enough of being a notorious lich. Who says a lich can’t be a good person? I’m definitely going to beat this damned system and be an upright and dignified good man.
The Kerit Plains had a typical wintry appearance. The grass was already withered, and hungry wolf packs were searching for food. There were also roars of beasts echoing in the distance. However, this place was almost like heaven compared to the earlier Ice Aeon environment.
Not far behind the Kerit Plains were the Herit Mountains, which bore a similar name. These snowy mountains reached up into the clouds with sheer cliffs of ice that you couldn't even see the peaks of.
On the Kerit Plains, the elves had organized themselves into large caravans that slowly yet adamantly proceeded north.
The great majority of elves would have to walk. Thus, their caravans were really slow.
They didn't have many carriages to begin with. The carriages mostly carried either the seriously injured or potions, medication, food, and other critical resources like that.