"If it were as simple as killing on sight, I wouldn't have brought you along." Lynch looked at the vast wetlands in front of him. "Would you believe it if I said those undead creatures haven't left any scouts for reconnaissance in this place?"
Zilvra placed her hand on her forehead and looked ahead. The landscape was a beautiful natural scene, with no apparent abnormalities. Even when she squinted, she couldn't find anything suspicious.
"I haven't found the so-called scouts, but I'm sure they have them." Zilvra said, "With the maneuverability of ghosts, they can emerge from underground at any time and retreat quickly. It's indeed hard to guard against."
"That's why you have another arduous task." Lynch waved Zilvra over and whispered his plan into her ear.
After hearing the mage's suggestion, Zilvra frowned. "If this were in the Dark Elf City, I would consider it a trap, a conspiracy to frame me. But the situation is different now..."
