This Lich is a Better Landlord Chapter 100

Talos was a very powerful and very generous god. As long as you could withstand his madness, you would receive many gifts.

Viscount Leitman was obviously a devout follower of Talos. What flowed in his body didn't seem to be blood, but violent thunder.

The Twilight Guards were the elite of the Elf race. For him to kill two and injure three with two spells was already a very impressive record.

Ambrose was also glad he hadn't attacked this territory head-on. The place where Storm Priests could truly exert their power was the battlefield; cannon fodder was just free kills to them.

The elves who had fallen on the tower were quite tenacious; they quickly climbed back up and rushed toward Viscount Leitman.

Ambrose simply hid to the side to watch the show, letting Viscount Leitman vent his long-suppressed anger on these elves.

Viscount Leitman swung the lightning-wrapped iron hammer, engaging the three elves in a melee.

The huge iron hammer swung with the force of a thunderbolt. The sizzling current seemed to become his war song, praising the greatness of Talos for him. Although the three elves were more agile than Viscount Leitman, striking sparks on him with their shortswords, they couldn't break through his chainmail.

After two or three rounds, one elf failed to dodge in time and was smashed by Viscount Leitman's hammer. Half his body collapsed instantly, and flickering lightning turned the elf's body charred black.

At this moment, the guards who heard the news finally arrived, surrounding the remaining two elves.

Lightning curled around Viscount Leitman's body as he walked step by step toward the last two elves. Just as these two were about to be hammered to death, a brilliantly shining arrow shot into the tower.

Violent fire exploded, blasting a large hole in the floor of the tower.

Viscount Leitman couldn't react in time and nearly fell. By the time the dust settled, the two elves had vanished.

The guards all looked down into the hole; only Ambrose looked up.

Two elves clung to the ceiling of the tower, aiming arm-mounted crossbows at Viscount Leitman.

"Truly crazy. Why have these elves suddenly become so fearless of death?"

This thought flashed through Ambrose's soul. The Elf race was never of such a crazy temperament; if an assassination failed, they should have retreated to try again later. Now, appearing willing to die just to drag Viscount Leitman down with them was truly rare.

*Thwip, thwip.* The crossbow bolts flew out. At such close range, with elven marksmanship, they could accurately hit Viscount Leitman's eyes.

Ambrose had to act. He summoned a *Mage Hand* and gently tugged Viscount Leitman's arm.

Two crossbow bolts grazed past Viscount Leitman's head and landed on the floor. The guards immediately discovered the elves hiding above, raising their bows and crossbows to fire wildly.

Ambrose no longer paid attention to those two elves; he focused all his attention outside the tower.

There was still a formidable elven archer hiding outside. The arrow that hit Viscount Leitman's shoulder earlier, and that perfectly timed explosive arrow, were likely fired by the same person.

Being stared at by such a sniper, Viscount Leitman was in real danger.

However, the Storm Priest, already seeing red, not only felt no lingering fear but erupted with even more violent rage, frantically unleashing his thunder at those two elves.

A lunatic was a lunatic; there was almost no rationality to speak of when fighting.

Ambrose could only help Viscount Leitman watch outside the tower to see if he could catch that formidable elven archer.

But the opponent seemed to understand that the real key was Ambrose, so until the two elves were finally electrocuted into charcoal, they did not strike again.

Finding no target, Viscount Leitman seemed to feel it wasn't enough. In his rage, he accidentally electrocuted several guards beside him until their limbs convulsed.

When he turned to look at Ambrose, his eyes still bred thunder.

Ambrose didn't speak or remind him; he just sat on the Golden Throne, quietly watching Viscount Leitman.

The Golden Throne hovered in mid-air. Ambrose looked down at Viscount Leitman from above, appearing very impolite. Viscount Leitman was currently a mad beast; the guards were worried he would attack Ambrose.

This was the envoy of the Dwarf King. If he was hurt...

However, under Ambrose's gaze, Viscount Leitman quickly calmed his anger, and the constantly flickering lightning on his body rapidly dissipated.

Ambrose smiled and said to him, "Viscount Leitman, take care. Your safety is paramount. I estimate the elven retaliation will arrive soon. Before the Dwarf King's aid arrives, I suggest you, Lord Viscount, try not to expose yourself outside."

Viscount Leitman looked deeply at Ambrose, his eyes seemingly holding a hint of fear.

Just now, because he used the power of thunder, he had fallen into a semi-crazed state. Under the illumination of lightning, everyone was just a tiny black shadow; Viscount Leitman only needed to strike with a bolt of lightning to crush them.

But when he looked at Ambrose, he saw a giant black hole. Even the light of thunder couldn't escape the black hole's gravity. Viscount Leitman had a strange feeling that even if he threw all his thunder into it, he couldn't illuminate that mass of darkness.

Viscount Leitman felt fear. It was a sensation he hadn't experienced since he was sensible. This fear was so real that it restored his maddened brain to normality.

Viscount Leitman calmed down again, saying to Ambrose with a hoarse voice, "Please contact the Dwarf King as soon as possible, Master Ultraman."

Ambrose smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely drag the reinforcements over for you as quickly as possible."

Viscount Leitman swiftly left the tower with his guards. As long as he didn't go crazy and run into an open area, there shouldn't be any accidents.

Ambrose didn't continue to wander in the territory. Relying on Viscount Leitman's warrant, he quietly left with the first "retainer fee."

Ambrose hummed a tune along the way, in a pretty good mood.

But shortly after leaving Leitman territory, the sound of shouting and killing came from the distance.

On the flat wilderness, two armies were fighting.

They looked equal in number, but the battle was completely one-sided.

The army waving the flag of hellish thorns was tearing apart the opponent's formation, then beginning to devour them.

Literally devouring. The soldiers of the Thorn Banner seemed to be under some kind of spell, fearing almost no pain, ignoring injuries on their bodies. Moreover, during the battle, they would frantically take bites, swallowing flesh and blood raw. It was exactly this madness that caused the other ragtag army's morale to collapse, leading to their swift and utter defeat.

Ambrose observed carefully. A sawtooth-like light could be faintly seen on the heads of these Thorn soldiers, wrapping around their heads like a crown. This was likely a modified *Crown of Madness* spell, capable of controlling humanoids, making them lose their reason and attack designated targets frantically.

In addition, this spell seemed to have pain immunity and life-stealing healing effects. After those injured Thorn soldiers devoured flesh and blood, their injuries recovered quickly, leaving only non-fatal superficial wounds.

The army in front of him numbered close to a hundred. It seemed there was quite a capable spellcaster in this Thorn Legion.

Ambrose observed from a distance, but a passerby like him seemed to attract the attention of this crazy army. After tearing apart their original enemies, the commander of this army set her sights on Ambrose.

With a wave of the Thorn Banner, this crazy army rushed toward Ambrose, seeming prepared to "conveniently" take him out as well.

After a slaughter, these crazy soldiers were covered in blood and minced meat, looking exceptionally terrifying. Some even ran on all fours like beasts.

Ambrose looked like he was scared silly, standing motionless on the spot.

The female knight commanding this army let out a maniacal laugh, seemingly satisfied with the pleasure of bullying the weak.

She wore heavy armor. The black and red iron armor was covered in sharp patterns as if wrapped in thorns. In her hand, she held not a traditional knight's lance, but a long whip similarly covered in spikes.

Such a grotesque appearance, combined with her crazy laughter and this brutal army, was enough to make one tremble with fear.

Ambrose remained motionless, as if ready to welcome death.

Just as this bloody Thorn Legion was about to drown him, a figure emerged from the distance, shooting an arrow glowing with blue light toward Ambrose at maximum speed.

The arrow carried a special spell-breaking effect; no shield could stop it.

The sound of the bowstring releasing was masked by the noise of the battlefield, and the direction of flight was exactly in a person's blind spot. The arrow should have smoothly drilled into Ambrose's neck, drained all his mana, and then used the force of flight to tear his head off.

And the timing was just right, allowing this troublesome mage to die thinking he had been decapitated by the monsters in front of him.

This elven archer had followed Ambrose for a long stretch of road, finally waiting for this suitable opportunity to kill the Dwarf King's envoy thoroughly.

At least, that was what the elf thought just as the arrow was released.

However, the moment the arrow left the hand, Ambrose's head turned one hundred and eighty degrees as if broken, staring dead at the elf.

"Found you!"

Ambrose locked onto the elven archer with a smile. The brilliant blue arrow could only land on the Golden Throne.

The spell-breaking effect was indeed powerful; just like those shortswords before, Ambrose's *Shield* spell couldn't stop it. But without magic, a direct physical block would suffice.

Half a meter of gold. The arrow could only leave a scratch on it before bouncing off.

Ambrose was liking this Legendary Boon more and more. Gold was indeed the most secure thing in the world.

A brilliant golden light lit up. Ambrose reached out a hand and grabbed at the elf archer across the air. The elf archer felt her body being pulled by a tremendous force, flying in Ambrose's direction.

"*Telekinesis*?! Impossible, I'm so far away from him!"

*Telekinesis* was a high-tier transmutation spell, easily understood as psychokinesis. Usually, the range of *Telekinesis* was no more than twenty meters or so, yet Ambrose had grabbed the elven archer from nearly forty meters away.

Legendary power, twisting reality, altering laws.

Pay-to-Win Casting, Super Enhancement; the effects were just that ridiculous.

The elven archer couldn't resist this powerful force at all. No matter how she struggled, she was ultimately grabbed to Ambrose's side.

But at this moment, the massive Thorn Legion also drowned Ambrose.

The soldiers rushing at the front, covered in blood, were already pouncing on Ambrose, wanting to tear and bite his flesh.

But Ambrose merely snapped his fingers coldly. A thunderous vibration exploded in front of him, blasting these crazy soldiers away.

*Thunderwave*. This spell was simple and practical, capable of knocking back lighter objects within a few meters in front of the caster, usually two or three meters.

But this time, Ambrose used Pay-to-Win Casting again. Like a violent thunderclap resembling a hurricane sweeping through, it covered the entire army in front of him. Then, like landmines blowing up ants, it blasted all these people into the sky.

The Thorn Legion, which had been majestic just moments ago, slaughtering the enemy army into the ground, was like paper in front of Ambrose.

Except for that female knight clad in heavy armor, no one else in this army could stand up after taking this *Thunderwave*.

Ambrose didn't even look at these defeated opponents; instead, he looked with interest at the elven archer held in his hand.

"You must be the leader of this Twilight Guard unit. A female elf, unexpectedly. Do you know a Twilight Guard named Cicero?"

Ambrose's question made the elven archer's expression change. She said excitedly, "So it's you. You aren't some envoy of the Dwarf King at all; you are that liar Lich!"

"What liar Lich?! Where did this rumor come from? I have always put integrity first in business and have never cheated a partner," Ambrose said unhappily.

Who was spreading rumors about him? Saying he was evil, vicious, cruel, and violent was fine, but calling him a liar—that was intolerable.

The female elf roared, "We have long since investigated clearly. You first deceived and then kidnapped the Paladin of the Ryan Empire. It was you who plotted against the Alchemists' Council. It was you who triggered the great catastrophe of the City of Alchemy's destruction! Your crimes are as numerous as the demons of hell. You are the most evil existence in the Nine Kingdoms!

"Kill me! I will witness your destruction from the Elven Divine Realm!"

Ambrose was silent for several seconds, then asked, "Did Gustavo Flynn run to the Silvermoon High Court?"