Thinking about it was one thing, actually doing it was much harder.
That Lichborn commander was a first-level Arcane Warrior, with combat power equivalent to five ninth-level Magic Warriors.
If Roger wanted to kill him, it would take a miracle—otherwise, don't even think about it.
At that moment, the maids had already placed food and wine on the table in front of the Lich commander.
Roger followed and grabbed a few bright red, delicious-looking wild fruits, casually putting them on an empty plate.
The Lich commander was excitedly drinking with two Human Race beauties.
He roughly shoved wine into one of the women's mouths.
He also ripped off the purple-haired woman's bra, exposing her full, sexy breasts.
The two women dared not resist and could only let him do whatever he wanted.
Seeing his own people being humiliated like this made Roger furious and ashamed.
He wanted nothing more than to grab the plate and smash it over the Lich commander's head.
"This guy is just babbling nonsense, no useful information here. Looks like I can't count on him," Roger thought.
Soon after, the maids turned and left.
Hesitating for a moment, Roger followed them out.
Leaving the command center, Roger realized he had to find another way to gather intelligence.
He walked through the camp, using the pretense of delivering fruit to sneak into various tents.
Unfortunately, after a long time of trying, he still couldn't get any valuable information.
During this, he witnessed Lichborn Warriors executing several Human Race prisoners.
Those Humans wore Magic Guild badges, marking them as members of the Magic Guild.
Only then did Roger realize that being a Magic Guild member was a high-risk profession.
One careless step, and you could lose your life.
Another hour passed.
Finally, Roger managed to get a piece of somewhat valuable intelligence.
The gist was this: Lichborn were expanding their forces and strengthening defenses against the Human Race.
They were using spies planted within the Human Race called "Mongodo" to create panic inside their ranks.
Besides that, Roger discovered many imprisoned Human Race women.
These women had been captured by Lichborn Warriors, or sold by unscrupulous merchants.
They were used as tools to satisfy lust, and some were even eaten as food.
The cruelty was extreme.
At that moment, Roger approached a prison cage and quietly asked a woman for information.
"Hey, how long have you been captured? Do you know any internal news?" he whispered.
The woman looked at Roger in disbelief, then excitedly said, "Save me! Save me! If you get me out, I'll be your servant!"
"Looks like I can't get any information from her, and I might expose myself," Roger muttered, then decisively turned and left.
After wandering around in circles, he still hadn't found the information he wanted.
Time was running out for him.
He thought it over and decided to try his luck again at the command center.
Disguised as a mute maid, he easily slipped into the command center and saw the Lich commander drunkenly losing control.
The two Human Race beauties were also drunk, swaying and dancing unsteadily.
The Lich commander laughed and cried at the same time, enjoying the ugly dancing, then shakily raised his right hand to drink, but poured the wine into his nose instead.
He shook his head violently, coughing on the wine.
"This is my chance! He's this drunk—killing him will be easy," Roger thought, stepping in front of the Lich commander.
"Get lost!" The Lich commander rudely shoved him aside, annoyed.
Roger dodged the push, took a big step forward, and grabbed the meat-cutting knife from the table.
The Lich commander pushed at empty air, ignoring Roger now, and staggered toward the two dancing women.
That gave Roger the perfect opening.
He grabbed the meat knife with a reverse grip, rushed behind the Lich commander, pressed the blade to his throat, and with a strong cut easily sliced through his windpipe.
Suddenly throat-slitted and mortally wounded, the Lich commander's body stiffened.
He raised a hand to clutch his bleeding neck.
"Die!" Roger tightly wrapped one arm around his body, giving him no chance to resist, and swung the knife down repeatedly, chopping off his head with brute force.
This bloody scene unfolded right before their eyes.
The two drunk Human Race beauties, still mentally foggy, had no reaction and kept dancing their ugly dance.
"Damn, that was intense!" Roger's heart pounded nervously.
Plans often change on the fly.
He had only meant to sneak in for intelligence gathering, but ended up casually killing a Lich commander.
It was like a spontaneous side quest, a great feat accomplished.
He didn't dare linger any longer.
He quickly stuffed the Lich commander's severed head into the basket, covered it with several plates, and hurriedly left the command center.
The nearby Lichborn Warriors saw him but, as before, couldn't be bothered with a mute maid.
Soon, Roger escaped the Lichborn camp without incident.
The entire round trip took just over two hours, yet he achieved an incredible feat.
A few hundred meters away,
Annie waited to pick up Roger and made a new discovery.
In a remote valley, she saw a group of Magic Guild members carrying out a beheading mission.
A squad of five Magic Guild members ambushed Lichborn Warriors transporting supplies.
The supplies were valuable, including two beautiful Elven Race girls.
The Magic Guild squad fought fiercely against the Lichborn Warriors for over ten minutes.
Though the Lichborn had the numbers advantage, the Magic Guild members were much stronger, killing one Lichborn warrior after another—more than twenty in total.
Victory for the Magic Guild squad seemed imminent.
"I really want to steal their loot!" Annie hid behind a big tree, hesitating whether to go over and rob them.
The five-person squad was very powerful; twenty Lichborn Warriors couldn't defeat them, and they were soon wiped out completely.
But the five-person squad also paid a heavy price.
They were all injured, and their combat effectiveness had severely dropped.
What they urgently needed now was to retreat immediately with the heads of the Lichborn Warriors and the loot.
However, someone wasn't planning to let them leave.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a three-meter-wide crimson Fire Whirlwind flashed like lightning above the five-person squad, completely covering them.
"What's going on?"
"Watch out! It's an ambush!"
"Damn it!"
The five-person squad shouted in alarm, either trying to fend off the Fire Whirlwind or covering their heads to dodge.
But they couldn't avoid it, nor block it.
They helplessly watched as the Fire Whirlwind slammed into their heads, followed by a violent explosion.
"Boom!!!"
Caught off guard, the five-person squad was instantly blasted away.
Fortunately, the Fire Whirlwind's lethality wasn't great; it didn't kill them but knocked them down, completely stripping them of the ability to resist.
They looked around in terror, feeling utterly hopeless.
With just one Fire Whirlwind, their attacker had crushed them so badly they couldn't even get up.
The worst part was, they had no idea who had ambushed them.
What awaited them now seemed to be nothing but death.
"You all got taken down in one hit? You're really pathetic!" Annie's voice suddenly rang out.
The five-person squad quickly turned to look, immediately spotting Annie's figure.
Annie held a magnificent Mithril Staff in her hand and strode resolutely to stand before the five-person squad.
"You're... Annie!" a chubby boy exclaimed in surprise.
Naturally, the others recognized this famous Arcane Magic prodigy girl, never expecting to be ambushed by her and have their loot stolen.
"Annie, you're so rich and powerful, why are you still robbing us?" another boy complained with a sour face.
Someone else chimed in, "Yeah! You're really bullying us!"
Among the five, four were Magic Warriors and one was a Mage, with an average strength around level seven.
The strongest was the chubby boy, an eighth-level Magic Warrior.
They seemed almost as strong as Annie, but Annie had lots of advanced Magic Equipment.
Especially her Mithril Staff, a five-star Magic Artifact worth seventy to eighty thousand Gold Coins.
With the boost from various Magic Equipment, Annie's combat power was far stronger than it appeared on the surface.
Annie smiled and said, "Thanks for your hard work. I'll take it from here. You'd better go back and heal quickly—you don't want to die here."
The five-person squad was both angry and helpless, feeling like their dignity was being ground into the dirt.
Actually, they should feel lucky.
Even though they were all members of the Magic Guild, robbing each other had become the norm, but nobody ever dealt deadly blows.
Otherwise, it would be very hard for them to make it back alive.