The Lich felt immense magic used, and laughed. "The vermin try to outdo me? A lich older than this kingdom will teach them a lesson in manners. Let them do what they want. In fact." He brings up a scrying orb, and sees nothing at first, but then casts a spell that would show life force, and smiles at what he sees. "They are dumb enough to send this at me? This is something a lich only a thousand years old could conquer! This won't even be a sport! Barghest, you fool. You march to your death!" He just shakes his head and sighs. It was almost a pity he had to kill the werewolf king. He is such a great fellow. Maybe he'll remember his old drinking buddy. Nah, that was five thousand years ago they did that. Only a lonely old man like Skizzerax would remember that.