"If eliminating them was that simple, I wouldn't have needed to bring you along." Lynch looked at the vast wetlands in front of him: "If I say that those undead haven't left scouts in this place, would you believe it?"
Zilvra shaded her eyes with her hand and peered ahead. What she saw was a beautiful natural landscape with nothing unusual in sight, even when she squinted.
"I haven't spotted any supposed scouts, but I am sure they must have them," Zilvra said. "Given the ghost's mobility, they can emerge from the ground at any time and then quickly retreat. It's indeed hard to guard against."
"So, you have another very challenging task." Lynch beckoned Zilvra over and whispered his plan in her ear.
After hearing the mage's suggestion, Zilvra frowned deeply: "If we were in the Dark Elf City, I would think this was a trap, a scheme to entrap me. But the circumstances are different now..."
