Chapter 577 428 First Visit to Longyan Fort

Darkius, holding a standard long-handled battle axe, was ready to try a big jump on the spot, but this stupid idea only stayed in his mind and did not take actual action. Doing this in front of his companions, this is... too stupid, like a big man. He took a final look and confirmed that no one was holding a javelin, and then nodded.

Different from the miscellaneous adventure team with Genevieve in 2480 of the Imperial Calendar, and different from the miscellaneous adventurer teams in various periods of history. This lineup is very strong, composed of powerful warriors and high-level spellcasters. In addition to the old faces led by Darkius, the Twilight sisters also participated. Fortunately, the Twilight sisters are rangers, not the Thorn Sisters who serve Queen Ariel. Without the legendary javelin, he has an indescribable shadow on the javelin, maybe because he often threw it before?

"It's time, let's go."

Drakfers, the great framer.

One who exists in the form of a humanoid demon who has deceived More for centuries;

One whose desires are so vile that they cannot be satisfied;

A necromancer who tortures the dead and dismembers souls;

An evil that has taken on flesh, a wizard, a scholar, a monster. His atrocities are immeasurable, his betrayals countless, his deeds beyond belief. I could not imagine that a body could give birth to such evil. - The Fallen, by Conrad Steinhof (Tarabeheim, Sneufmer & Sons 1999)

The first recorded observation of Drakefels Castle, the cursed Hell House, was brought to us by Oscar Lefevre and Jean-Pierre Lafentin of Quinarlis in 184 (Imperial calendar). Their sketches show the castle fully formed, with seven towers and high walls, the stone looking slightly worn and aged.

However, explorers Armand and Michela Menis, who traveled to the land in the same quarter, made no mention of such a building. It only takes a few weeks or less for the evil monster to completely hide his slaughterhouse from the mountain. - "A Compilation of Places of Evil and Evil Deeds", Gunther Laubrich, Sigmar Annals Book 37 Chapter 120 (613 IC, Nuln)

At first, Constant Drakefels used his own varied and personal magics to record these perverted behaviors for his own leisurely contemplation. But over time, the stone of the castle itself began to listen, record, respond, and change. He found that those who listened correctly could see, hear, smell, and even taste every evil act within the building.

And those who allowed their minds to wander would find that the castle was happy to guide them and draw some of the feelings and memories to themselves, as if they were also thinking about the things that aroused the dark heart within them...

In the first few centuries of the castle's existence, the atrocities that took place there were kept secret by those who participated in them. Only in later centuries, when Constant's boldness reached its peak, did the famous and legendary horrors begin to appear. And these deeds, there were many…

Drakfels deceived nearly a thousand souls from nearby villages and towns into attending a feast and dance by pretending and disguising. To each soul, whether merchant or prospector, cultured lady or rough farmer, he told a story that appealed to the person's greatest vanity or desire: warmth and shelter, food and drink, society and power, paintings and poets, elven musicians… He jokingly promised that the people would dance until they fell down.

And so they did, dancing until their limbs fell from their bodies, and they were forced to dance madly, as if they had contracted a strange leprosy that was rapidly eating away at their bones. Drakfels moved among them, laughing and pinching the beads in his hand, breaking them like rotten fruit.

Many more horrors followed, with the poisoned feast being one of the most notorious, and Drakfels Castle seemed to attract even more evil. The buildings became more deformed, the illusions and deceptions more difficult to detect, the nightmares and ghosts more intense, and worse still, the remnants of souls gathered around the castle like flies around a corpse.

Drakefels is said to have boasted that he kept the souls of all his victims, in some form, in his home. If this were true, it would explain the experiences of many who have stayed there. - "Famous Mass Murderers in Our Land", Johann Biedenkopf (Middenheim, Popular Publishing, 2001)

Drakefels Castle is not a place that can be located and destroyed, and there are many reasons for this. Although it has not always been reported in exactly the same location, recent reports seem to indicate that it cannot be moved now as it was in the past. It is remote, difficult to reach, and in extremely difficult terrain where livestock can hardly carry any load.

The land around the castle is full of wild beasts, orcs, and even worse creatures, and it is almost impossible to move the workers and tools to demolish it. In 1513, an attempt to attack with a trebuchet ended in failure, while demonstrating the accuracy and number of archers in the castle tower. After that, the Empire tried many other means of destruction, but none of them succeeded, and fire had no effect on the solid walls. There are reports of wizards attempting to destroy the castle by magic being attacked by unseen and unknown magical forces.

Unless there is an urgent reason to try to destroy the castle, the castle will remain in place. ——Report submitted to Magnus by the High Priest of Nuln, 2343.

The team set out from the abandoned mining village, about 6 kilometers away from Drakfels Castle. Dakwus took the most direct approach. This was not a game. As a commander, he had the right to set the route. Perhaps because they knew he was coming, there was no heavy rain in the sky. With sufficient reconnaissance conditions and high organization, the team set up a classic long snake formation and walked on the mountain trail. Soon the team encountered the first wave of enemies.

A group of harpies hiding in caves lived in the trails and valleys. This magical creature is not only in Naggaroth, but also in the Ulthuan Crater and the Old World. They are too stupid and too impatient to conduct a proper ambush.

The team that received the signal was originally scheduled to stay under the command of Dakwus.

The harpies are almost the same color as the rocks, and it is difficult to be discovered before moving, but it is winter now, and their camouflage cannot deceive the eyes of the elves. Unlike the Naggaroth Harpies, they are almost all nearly blind mutants that can only hunt by sound. In the round before they attack, the valley is filled with their strange roars and screams, which they use to navigate and locate prey like bats.

There is no doubt that the Harpies are ferocious and hungry creatures, and they will unite to attack any isolated individuals. They are best at pulling, circling when attacking, until one enemy is injured, they will focus all their attack power on that person, that is, gang up.

Despite hunger, Harpies are not suicidal. Once any of them is injured, the other Harpies will also be affected by a chain reaction and undergo a kind of leadership test. If the test fails, they will turn around and run away.

A classic swarm of swarms. In the eyes of the trainers of Naggaroth, the harpies are disposable consumables. When the war starts, they are released, just like casting a net into the sea. What they catch depends on luck and the blessing of Anes Lema. There is no time to take care of them when fighting, and there is no hope of recycling them after the war. Except for Karonde Kar, no trainer in any city is willing to waste energy on the harpies.

There are no orders, no shouts, the elves are like a turkey hunting competition. When the harpies howl out of the magic mist, the arrows greet them cordially.

When running a group, the doomsday plague, Daxus will definitely bring two weapons, the long-handled battle axe for his melee weapon, the star bow for his secondary weapon, and... no talent. In addition, he also brought a bunch of messy potions and disposable magic accessories, anyway, he has no item slot restrictions.

After shooting two arrows with the Star Bow, Dacus stopped shooting. He turned his head and looked at Alisa, who had stopped waving her flower hands. He shook his head helplessly, not satisfied at all. Half of the harpies that dived down were killed by Alisa.

The terrifying Amber Spear seemed to be real, and those harpies became virtual when facing the Amber Spear. This fully confirmed the characteristic that the harpies were useless. Facing a complete army formation, the harpies could not cause any waves.

The other members holding bows could only pick up some scattered remnants under Alisa's fierce attack. There is no doubt that she won the MVP of this game. She won the championship in this uneventful turkey hunting competition.

"Go and see!" Dacus shouted to Kalyon on the ridge.

All the more than 30 harpies that attacked were killed. There was no defender in the stinking cave. Kalyon, holding the Owl Crossbow, looked out and his nose twitched. What is an expert? An expert can judge the general situation by just smelling without looking carefully. As a trainer, he knows the harpies too well. He caught a lot of harpies in the Black Ridge Mountains when he started.

Caerleon, no longer holding a crossbow, entered the cave and came out quickly. He felt that he was back in Naggaroth at this moment. There was nothing interesting in it except the bones of the victims. He knew he would face this situation, but who asked Daquus to give the order?

However, Caerleon did not gain nothing. After all, this is not the Black Ridge Mountains, but the Gray Mountains. He held a pile of coins in his hand. 6 Marienburg pounds, 2 imperial crowns, 14 imperial shillings and 1 lonely Bretonnian Ecu were the spoils of his exploration of the cave. After taking a simple look at the coins, he put them in a bag, and then threw the bag to the trainer who had been following him. After the trainer asked for help, he did not forget to glare at the trainer.

"I understand, I understand..." Kul kept nodding while controlling the battlefield of the Scourge Walker.

Just kidding, if it was before, Kul would have some thoughts about these coins, but now he won't. He has been to Bretonnia, Lustria, and Orbion. He has been to many places with Dax, and his vision has changed from when he was in Naggaroth.

Not long after, Dax encountered a new challenge.

Three ogres sat on a rock, fighting for the remains of a goat with their mouths. When they saw the team appear, they stood up and blocked the team's way. Their request was simple. If the team wanted to pass safely, they had to give them something to eat. Then, they started to discuss "something" fiercely as if the team did not exist.

Daxus was dumbfounded. He didn't know whether the three ogres were really dumb or just pretending to be dumb. Could it be that the ogres could not see the murderous aura of the team? Myopia? Malnutrition and night blindness? The problem is that this is morning. Who gave these three ogres the courage to block here, the big stomach god?

According to a certain game, the team is not a group of five adventurers, but a full army of 20 grids.

The army of affairs officers led by the legendary lord Daxus, composed of all affairs officers and spellcasters. And this is only the first wave of echelons. The large walking force behind is also catching up. Although the number of people is small, it is also a 20-grid army composed of ROR elite soldiers. The sons of Edrezer, Asuryan believers and those scattered Enil are fully capable of purple soldier cards. Of course, this is only the second wave. The third wave is still on the way. Soon, an army composed of 19 dragons will also join the next battle.

What the hell is this concept?

Daquus looked up at the sky. The team set off very early. He didn't want to brave Dragon Rock Castle in the green light at night. He had no interest in staying there all night. There was no BGM echoing in his ears. He leaned on the long-handled battle axe and watched the performance of the ogres quietly.

In the end, the three ogres decided to go with one person and one woman, or one person and two stories.

"You are too narrow-minded. In fact, I can give you more, such as..."

Darkus was very satisfied with the result. He nodded. He did not bargain with the ogre. He agreed and picked up the long-handled battle axe to chop at the confident ogre. The prepared ogre still failed to block his attack. He cut off the ogre's arm holding the stick with a clean blow. With a deafening roar, the ogre's huge body was shaky, but it still struggled to show its sharp fangs and ferocious expression.

A trace of coldness flashed in the eyes of the ruthless Darkus. He took a step without hesitation, turned his body, and swung the battle axe in his hand again. With a low roar, this time, his attack was more fierce, and the battle axe swept through the air, bringing a biting cold wind.

The ogre tried to resist, but still failed. His stomach was exposed to the air and opened up to the big stomach god who was watching him. He finally couldn't hold on and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a piece of snow.

Daquus stood beside the ogre's body, looking at the ogre who had no breath without any waves. He took a deep breath and looked around. Just as he dealt with the ogre in front of him, the other two ogres also fell down, and their big eye sockets were filled with arrows.

The ogre didn't explode anything, only three big sticks that were useless and fart curtains covering private parts.

"What the hell." Daquus spat and signaled the team to continue.

As the team continued to approach Longyan Fort, the surrounding scene was gradually changing, and the earth began to present a strange scene. The land was no longer full of vitality, but was replaced by a dead silence and grayness. The trees were twisted and short, and there was a strange atmosphere between the branches and leaves, as if telling some unknown secrets.

The deep valley was shrouded in a thick layer of fog. This fog was not ordinary water vapor, but a strange breath, emitting an ominous light. The sun penetrated the fog, but the reflected light was no longer warm and bright, but morbid and dark, making the surrounding scenery look distorted and unnatural.

The castle towers in the distance were clearly visible, but they were not a solemn and magnificent building, but more like an abandoned fortress, full of decay and desolation. The flags on the towers were tattered and swaying in the wind.

Suddenly, the sky was covered by hellish clouds, and the sun disappeared in the darkness. The clouds were so low that they seemed to be touchable, exuding a breath of depression and fear, making people feel suffocated. All this made people shudder, as if they had walked into an ominous place, a place where ghosts and wolves howled.

"There is a very strong Deha here." Drusala came behind Daquus and whispered.

"It smells like that, doesn't it?" Dacus felt that smell coming, and he felt like he was there. He looked at the fog below, and saw countless black shadows flying out of the fog. He raised his hand and shouted, "Set up the crossbow!"

A group of disheveled carrion vultures kept approaching. They were terrible undead bird predators. Their huge wings were covered with feathers as black as midnight, covering the sky and casting a nightmare shadow on the dying creatures. These undead birds can smell the scent of blood and will rush to the battlefield thousands of miles away like moths to a flame. As long as you see these flying vultures, there must be killing and death nearby.

Before the carrion vultures entered the high-altitude hovering stage, the team's shooting began. The second turkey hunting competition began, hitting high and low, hitting the son. The rising carrion vultures kept making loud cries, and their broken bodies kept falling into the fog. The strange thing was that they would reappear at a considerable distance a few minutes later.

Finally, facing the impenetrable firepower net of the elves, the group of carrion vultures stopped attacking, as if they had never appeared, as if everything that happened just now was a false illusion.

"Are my eyes blurry?" Maranul stopped shooting and looked at the castle in the distance. He felt that something seemed to be wrong. In his impression, the castle was clearly on the left side of his vision before, but now the castle appeared in the center of his vision.

"It was still there just now."

"Yes, and the shape has changed."

Dragon Rock Castle looks like a wretched multi-fingered, clawed hand trying to tear the heart of the sky, unspeakably weird and twisted. (End of this chapter)