Chapter 127 Crazy BB

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The sun had set, leaving only an extremely broad, slightly curved bright edge on the horizon.

With the help of Amber's shadow interference, the group easily climbed over the wall on the east side of the castle, and reached the interior of Viscount Andrew's fortress through the inner stairs of an old tower.

They hid on a terrace on the second floor of the castle under the cover of shadows, looking down at the empty atrium below and the corridor opposite the atrium.

Like most noble fortresses in southern Ansu, this castle has a roughly square and layered structure. The outermost layer is a wall, and the inner layer is formed by stables, servants' rooms, utility rooms and outer corridors. The arch guard area, and then inside is the residential area formed by the inner corridor and the lord's mansion, and several areas are connected by a passageway with a strong structure and thick walls. There are bright or dark posts all over the castle, and four The highest point of the corner has arrow towers, bell towers and beacon towers for early warning.

This kind of residence is not comfortable, most of its structure looks like a military fortress, and this is because the southern border was the front line against the tide of magic, and the old architectural style was passed down as a tradition from generation to generation - only However, with the peaceful time of the past few hundred years, many places in the southern border have begun to change. Even the poor southern nobles have begun to learn to improve their living environment like the northerners, and even prefer to live in comfortable and bright manors. . But it is clear that Viscount Andrew is not a man who cares much about living conditions: his castle still maintains a considerable degree of "classical style".

But in such a castle that was almost a military fortress, Gawain didn't see many guards who were supposed to be patrolling and standing guard, and even the central atrium of the castle was empty.

"No one is everywhere?" Amber's eyes widened and she looked down curiously, her shadow talent allowed her to clearly distinguish objects in a dim environment, "and the courtyard seems to have not been trimmed for months. The...weeds and shrubs are growing over the road."

As Amber said, the atrium of the castle was not only empty, but also the plants were growing vigorously everywhere. It should have been in normal order until a few days ago, but at this moment, Gawain glanced at it and felt that this place was in good order. The castle seems to have been deserted for a few months or even more than a year, lush plants are growing everywhere, covering the roads, covering the walls, and even some vines have climbed to the gate leading to the main building.

"Byron, you haven't fully recovered yet, just wait for us here." Gawain turned his head and said to the middle-aged knight behind him, "I'll leave you three 'crystal grenades' for self-defense, have you remembered how to use it?"

The gray-haired middle-aged knight twisted his neck uncomfortably: "It's not a good feeling to be regarded as a burden."

Gawain smiled and patted the shoulder armor of the usually a little out of place Mr. Knight: "You have already made great achievements and fought bravely,

At times like this, I don't want my knights to die for being reckless. "

Gawain's words came from the bottom of his heart. Although he also secretly complained about the unreliable words and deeds of this "non-mainstream knight" who came from a mercenary, Byron has indeed shown enough courage and determination in this incident. , he has no need to continue dragging his weak body to take part in the adventure-perhaps someone with a particularly firm chivalrous spirit like Philip will fight with Gawain to the death, but Byron is not such a pedantic person.

So the middle-aged knight nodded, took the three grenades handed to him by Gao Wen, and looked at this delicate "magic energy industrial product" with a slightly complicated expression: "Tsk tsk... this kind of thing is probably even a child. Can you learn to use it..."

After a while, Gawain and his party were already covered by the increasingly dim sky and entered the atrium of the castle.

Along the way, they didn't see any guards, but they didn't see any cultists' minions or magic traps. This huge fortress seemed to have really been abandoned, empty, quiet, and eerie.

Knight Philip held the sword in hand and quietly followed behind Gawain, but he soon shrugged his nose and said in a low voice, "There is an aura of evil here."

Amber couldn't help but glance at the young knight who looked a little dull in the usual way: "Don't you have to shout 'Holy Light, this evil is worth fighting' in the next second and then rush out to chop chop chop — you Not a paladin."

"Shh," Gawain interrupted Amber's bb in a low voice, "don't forget that Philip is a believer of Kyle."

Amber opened his eyes slightly, then pursed his lips and said nothing.

Kyle, the god of warriors and knights, is also a god of war. He is a powerful god in the lineage of the gods, second only to the god of light. He shelters all warriors and blesses wars, although he is not the god of light. But his divine power also has the power to fight against blasphemy and detect evil. His followers will gain additional blessings when looking for cultists. Although they are not comparable to the orthodox Holy Light priests or paladins, they are also much stronger than ordinary people.

And Philip is a devout believer of Kyle, even if he is not a priest, his piety can make him more keenly aware of the cultist atmosphere entrenched in this castle than others.

Gawain didn't believe in gods, and naturally he couldn't get the blessings of gods, but his body was sending out an alarm naturally, he held the sword of the pioneers, and stared vigilantly at the dense flowers, shrubs and decorative trees in the atrium: "These Plants are growing too lush, and it's probably a problem."

Pittman held a handful of ironwood seeds in his hand, but he did not dare to release any Druid spells at will to detect the surrounding situation: just as he could easily sense the same root and the same root as the cultist of the Society for the Death of All Things, he was born in virtue. Rui's cultists can also sense him the moment he casts the spell. Unless a head-on conflict breaks out, he will never dare to take risks easily.

They began to cross the courtyard towards the main building of Viscount Andrew's castle: the most likely place for the cultists to hide.

A layer of faint "gauze" shrouded the figures of the four. Amber walked in the middle of the team, using her ghost-level shadow affinity talent to create the effect of group sneaking for everyone - if it wasn't there With such a cowardly guy following along, Gawain would not choose to risk diving directly into this castle in order to save time.

The sun had completely set on the horizon, and the only light remaining on the horizon was gradually being swallowed up by the darkness. Starlight began to emerge, and at the moment when the starlight first appeared, a cool night wind blew through the atrium.

Those dense plants that seemed to have grown recklessly for a year swayed in the night wind, making a squeaking sound, and there seemed to be countless low-pitched murmurs mixed in the sound.

Amber instantly had a layer of goosebumps, and as the shadow power grew stronger as the night fell, her vision began to transform in the direction of "extraordinary", and some things that were ignored during the day suddenly entered her field of vision.

The half-elf lady was so frightened that she almost exclaimed - but before she could speak, Gawain had already pressed her mouth.

"I saw it too." Gao Wen whispered.

In the atrium, beneath the luxuriant vegetation, between the sprawling roots and vines, there was something.

The nearest bush swayed in the night wind, and a pale hand emerged from its roots, which was buried in the soil and spasmed slightly; a half-buried face protruded from the weeds nearby. , the eyes were half-open and half-closed, and the disastrously chapped lips were still moving; an old half-dead oak tree was leaning by the roadside, with a swelling at the root, the shape of a head, and a pair of eyes pierced from the bark. The gaps of the tree are exposed, withered and yellow, and half-dead like an oak tree...

Under all the plants in the entire courtyard, there are buried human limbs, and the owners of those limbs are obviously still alive!

"The name of the God of War!" Knight Philip shouted in a low voice, "What a crazy behavior!"

"These people... are they alive or dead?!" Amber took a deep breath and said in a low voice with a hint of horror after breaking Gawain's hand.

"Most of them are still alive, but it's hard to say how long they will live," Pittman squeezed the seeds in his hands to be used as materials for casting spells, "No wonder we don't see any guards and attendants... They are all buried in the atrium. It's gone!"

"Be careful not to touch these plants," the old Druid added. "They are the eyes of that cultist!"

"What are the cultists doing by burying these people here?" Amber frowned, holding back his nausea, "Draw their life force?"

"...I'm afraid not," Pittman shook his head. "Drawing life force doesn't need such a cumbersome ritual. The cultists keep these people half-life and half-dead and keep them in a trance...I suspect he's extracting these people. thought of."

"Extracting thoughts?!" Amber was taken aback, "Will all things die in the end, even this can be done?!"

"Of course it's not that easy to deal with extraordinary powerhouses, but these are ordinary people who have no ability to resist spells, alas," Pittman sighed softly, "It seems that the cultist doesn't just want to kill a few people here, He's on purpose, he's gathering intelligence..."

During the conversation, everyone had passed through the atrium full of crazy plants with extreme caution, and came to the porch leading to the main hall of the castle. In front of them was a hidden oak gate. On the oak gate, inscribed with The coat of arms of the Leslie family.

There seems to be blood flowing in the emblem, dark red and bright.

Gawain did not directly touch the obviously abnormal door with his hands, but pushed the door with the Sword of the Trailblazer, slowly and quietly pushing it open, then he was alert and took the lead to step over .

And just as he stepped across the gate, a burst of unbearable, chaotic, unbearable noise suddenly swept in!

It feels like there are 10,000 sounds blasting at the same time, 10,000 people shouting at the same time, 10,000 chaotic musical instruments playing at the same time, or two amber drinking high Blind bb...

Gawain felt as if his body was rusted, and it became extremely difficult and slow to turn his head, and he soon realized that those noisy sounds were not from the outside world, but from his own mind - in the maddening voice. In the sound, he saw that the castle corridor with the dark red carpet in front of him was suddenly stretched, and the walls on both sides with the portraits of the ancestors of the Leslie family were also quickly retreating to infinity, and all directions suddenly became extremely wide. The dark starry sky replaced the original scene in the castle.

Those chaotic noises finally blended into one distinct voice, which kept roaring: "All things perish! All things perish! All things perish!"

However, although Gawain was shrouded in noise and illusions, he found that his thinking was exceptionally clear, and the roaring sound came clearly and clearly, and even a very clear idea popped into his mind involuntarily: "Yes, because of the increase in entropy, what's wrong?"

"Everything will end..."

Before Gawain could realize what was going on, the crazy noise and the illusion of the dark starry sky had stopped abruptly and disappeared.