Chapter 579: Exploring the 430 Haunted House

The tower that Celile went to had no skeletons, but there were things stranger than skeletons. There was a terrible chill in the air, and a group of shadowy illusory forms lurked there. These ghosts were very fierce, and they would constantly refresh and reorganize after being destroyed.

Fortunately, Belloda in the team found the problem. Under the cover of Celile, she rushed to the top of the tower with absolute zero visibility and destroyed the dark sphere on the top of the tower into pieces with lightning.

Of course, Celile said so, but countless dangers were revealed in his understated words. After all, the height and internal environment of the tower were there. After the team came out, they had not yet gotten rid of the influence of the environment in the tower. The members were wrapped in blankets and kept shivering, as if they had fallen into an ice hole before. You should know that some members of the team are from the Nagor, and they have been active in the Chaos Wasteland for many years...

"Very special... The owner here has unique features. The dark sphere is composed of black crystals. Deha is constantly surging, emitting a bitter cold. Any creature that enters the radiation range of the sphere will be weakened.

I think the sphere is the focus of negative emotional energy, depression, despair, fatigue, and pain. The owner here created the sphere to absorb and amplify this emotion. If the sphere is destroyed by physical or magical means, it will produce a violent explosion. The fragments of the explosion are full of violent images of despair, pain and suffering. In addition to physical damage, it will also destroy the will. This damage is permanent for the weak. In words that everyone can understand, it is: they will suffer from mental illnesses such as depression." After drinking the hot water handed over by Franais, Belloda wrapped in a blanket gave a long speech and academic speech.

"It's a very common way to use Deha, but it's a little different and interesting..." Drusala responded. She can do what Belloda said. The sorceress of the Tower of Prophecy is very good at playing this set and knows how to crack it. But she didn't say much, she knew her lover didn't like these things.

"It takes a specific ritual to remove the sphere, so that when it is destroyed, a completely different effect will occur. Just now, after I used the lightning ritual, the sphere made a slight popping sound, then collapsed inward and disappeared, and the pain and suffering in the crystal dissipated..."

"Is this... what you learned in the White Tower of Hos?"

"Yes."

Now it's time for academic discussion. Dacus has no interest in interrupting. While thinking, he listened quietly. He was not surprised by what Belloda said. The White Tower of Hos would definitely study how to deal with the sorceress. This is normal. Then, he named the tower the Tower of Weakness.

"Damn it, it's really a hell."

The tower that Maranul went to was 25 meters high. The tower was a little special. Part of it was cut out of the mountain and almost merged into the rock below the castle. The walls inside the tower were painted black, giving people a gloomy and depressed feeling. The first and second floors are standard guard rooms, and the third floor on top is a small dark room with two chairs, a water pipe, and a bunch of bottles and jars of potions.

The weird part is the unlocked basement in the tower. Members who enter the tower will be unconsciously attracted to the basement, as if there is a force guiding them. The room is filled with 15 skeletons, each wrapped in a black robe, and each skeleton's bony hand tightly grasps a dagger that only has a ritual function.

These unfortunate poor people are the remains of people who committed suicide in an attempt to escape the torture of the castle, but they did not get rid of the torture after death. Their souls survived in the form of ghosts and were trapped in the basement. They begged for salvation and buried in the cemetery consecrated by the Moorish priests. However, their way of begging was not right. They threatened the elves with the useless daggers in their hands. A battle began, and then nothing happened. The ghosts disappeared temporarily, but Colonia could clearly feel that these ghosts were not dead. At dawn or dusk, these ghosts would appear again.

There was a force field emitting despair in the tower, and some members were affected. While being attacked by despair, their bodies could not move and they could only be dragged out of the tower by their unaffected companions.

"It's really hell, the Tower of Despair? Yes, the Tower of Despair."

During the narration, Shakara also came over. The team she led went to the tower at the top of the horizontal center line. The tower was 25 meters high, and all the doors were protected by forbidden barrier spells. Several floors in the tower had dilapidated furniture, rotten corpses and broken weapons. The floor was covered with a thick layer of foul-smelling mucus, making walking extremely dangerous.

Here, the team was ambushed. Four foul-smelling and mutated forms suddenly jumped out of the corpses and attacked. These forms had no clear shape because they were changing all the time, but they were all vague humanoids, attacking with limb-like appendages.

In his rage, Shakara easily killed the four monsters. On the third floor of the tower, there was an iron cage hung by a hook on the ceiling. The cage was open, and a trail of slime led to the middle of the floor.

It was obvious that this was a trap. In the darkness of this floor, there was a Chaos Warrior whose legs had turned into tentacles. If the intruder looked up at the cage, he would launch an ambush in the dark, but unfortunately, the team had already discovered him when they reached the spiral staircase. He had no power to fight back against Shakara in his rage. His body was firmly controlled by the whip, and the spinning three-pronged boomerang cut his spine.

Unlike other towers, this tower has unusually rich loot. There are two locked boxes and some ordinary furniture in the attic at the top. The attic looks like a guest room that has not been used for a long time, with beautiful scenery. The key that burst out of the Chaos Warrior opened the box. A two-handed sword, a spare sword and scabbard, and a complete set of armor were placed in the first box.

Daquus took a look at the loot. He suspected that these equipment should belong to the Chaos Warrior, and... the Chaos Warrior should have been an adventure knight in Bretonnia before. The weapons and equipment have a distinct Bretonnian style, which is completely different from the empire on this side of the mountain.

"May Lilith protect him."

In the second box, there is a bag of Bretonnian Ecu, in addition to a gold necklace with some larger teeth hanging on it. After identification, these teeth came from a young dragon, and conservatively estimated, they are worth about 100 imperial crowns. This is likely to be a family heirloom, or it was made by the adventure knight after killing a young dragon in the Gray Mountains. In addition to coins and ornaments, there are also some wine and clothes with emblems.

According to Sharia, immediately after the tower, uncontrollable anger and violence will grow in the heart, and these emotions will drive the team to find an enemy and fight to the death. During the passage, there were some quarrels within the team, and there was a tendency to infighting, but she stopped it. According to the members, everything that happened in the tower had a kind of beauty blessed by Cain after a blood sacrifice, and they had not felt this way for a long time.

Kladin, who went to the tower at the bottom of the horizontal center line, was the last to return. The tower was 25 meters high, and the stones of the entire building were twisted and deformed, leaning into the castle. The team found three curled up human skeletons and scattered imperial crowns in the basement. The skeletons were harmless and did not stand up to attack the team. There were 19 scattered imperial crowns in total.

The arrow holes in the upper room were blocked and sealed with iron bars. The walls were decorated with black wall hangings and tapestries, depicting the image of a skeleton rising from a rough grave. The room was unusually cold, and illusions attacked the team members one after another. Some members saw a group of skeletons pouring out of the portal opened from the tapestry, while others did not. But all members saw an ugly, faceless ghost form, emitting strong coldness and malice, with claws reaching directly to their hearts and piercing their bodies, causing extreme pain and terrifying fear.

Fortunately, the members of the team did not go completely crazy. They were well-informed and successfully tested the illusion. They did not tremble in fear and stand still. They did not flee to the battlements in fear, nor did they step on rotten wood and fall down.

There was a pitiful existence at the top of the tower. A ghost attacked the team after seeing the team, attacking them by throwing tools, paperweights, decorations, etc. This ghost was a halfling gem craftsman in his life. After being hired by De Ye, he suffered a terrible end.

After banishing the ghost, Asanok found some useful things. Lenses, bags full of gems, wooden boxes with rough red gold coils, cutting and polishing tools, and small oil lamps were placed on the tool table. In the drawer was a flame opal to resist fire, a crystal prism to dispel illusions, a magnifying glass to dispel illusions, and a polished silver mirror to disguise illusions.

These things, in total, are about 350 imperial crowns, but they are still not as profitable as the Tower of Wrath. After all, in addition to the dragon tooth necklace, weapons and armor are also very valuable.

"So... Tower of Hunger? Tower of Wrath? Tower of Exhaustion? Tower of Fear? Tower of Weakness? Tower of Despair?" Daquus shook his head in disdain after he finished speaking and gave a bad review. He thought that the work done by Deye was not good. He thought it was the seven deadly sins at first. The tower he went to corresponded to gluttony, but it turned out not to be.

Elanor, holding a long-handled battle axe, appeared in front of Dacus and reported the situation in the courtyard. There was a 2-meter-high fountain carved from marble in the courtyard above the horizontal center line. The fountain had not been taken care of for a long time, no longer spraying water, and was polluted by bird droppings and weathering.

The strange thing was that the fountain statue showed a pair of terrifying mutant lovers entangled together. The curves and lines were strange and confusing. Elanor, who looked at the statue, had an unpleasant sense of anxiety and distraction, but that was all.

Dacus shook his head. He thought it was because Elanor had too little experience. If Elanor went to Nagaros for a walk, he would definitely feel accustomed to seeing the fountain again. Nagaros didn't have much else, but there were a lot of abstract Gothic buildings.

Corresponding to the fountain was the well below the horizontal center line. There were some rotten wooden barrels scattered around the well. The water in the well was flowing. The water might be harmless, but the well was full of bones and moldy pieces of meat.

"Have you checked there?" Dacus pointed to the stables on the right side of the entrance and asked. He didn't care about the wells. Before setting off, the team had already brought supplies, and no one would go crazy eating and drinking things in the castle.

"There are eight stables in there, and eight horse skeletons are there. Two of them moved after we entered. There are some tools, harnesses, reins and other items scattered around the tool display area. One set of harness is a magical item. In addition to these, we also found a loose stone slab with a skeleton inside. If I'm not mistaken, it should be a groom? There are 18 imperial crowns and 30 shillings in the bag on his waist."

"Wow."

"Loyk's dance."

Elanor's last words attracted the elves' attention. This was a huge fortune with strong purchasing power. Why a human groom could hold so much wealth became a topic of discussion.

"Then..."

Before Dacus finished his question, he was interrupted by a loud noise.

A black carriage rushed out of the carriage house on the left side of the entrance, smashing the wall of the carriage house into pieces. The carriage was made of black wood, with golden railings on the top and lanterns hanging on both sides. It was worth a lot of money at first glance. The whole car looked unusually new and shiny. The leather harness was lubricated and polished, the dark velvet curtains were drawn, and there was no sign of decay in the carriage. The door handles were made of preserved ratman claws, and there was a roaring ratman head above each claw.

The carriage was not driven by horses, and it moved on its own like an unmanned vehicle. After the carriage rushed out of the carriage house, it made a drifting motion, as if to throw Bainie off the roof, but Bainie still stood firmly on the carriage and was not affected by the violent shaking of the carriage. At this time, a headless knight crawled out of the open door and crawled to the roof to deal with Bainie. The rat heads beside the door were also constantly biting, biting the air, biting the non-existent target.

Just when Daxus thought that was it, something strange happened. The four rat heads on the left and right doors flew up and attacked Bainie on the roof. Bainie kicked the headless knight over, and the headless knight who rolled to the ground was crushed into two by the wheels. The skeletons in the carriage also crawled out one after another. These skeletons were wearing rotten and gorgeous clothes, lace and silk covered with dust and spider webs. They were noble ladies in their lifetime. As these ladies crawled, the jewels on their bodies kept falling to the ground.

The elves surrounding Daxus had no intention of dispersing, and the carriage had no intention of driving over here. The rat heads and skeletons seemed to be angered by Bainie's rudeness, and the carriage kept turning in circles.

"What is this? A bullfighter?" Dacus looked at the performance of Baine in silence. The halberd of the god was like a fly swatter in Baine's hand.

After a moment, as the skeleton fell, the carriage stopped moving as if it had lost its soul.

Standing on the carriage, Baine first raised the halberd in a show of force and pointed it in the direction of the main body of the castle, then jumped off the carriage with a backflip, and searched and looted without any style. The actions before and after created a great contrast. After a moment, the team waiting in the courtyard also moved, vying to participate in the looting, and the slow ones could only bend down to pick up the ornaments that had fallen on the ground before.

"What the hell is this." Dacus shook his head and picked up the pocket watch hanging on the belt and looked at it. After reading it, he looked into the distance, but he saw nothing, the city wall blocked his sight.

Dacus was waiting for the dragon to appear. He had some knowledge of Dragon Cliff Castle. He knew that this castle, which was no different from a haunted house, had many strange things, such as the Great Rift?

In the year 2203 of the Imperial Calendar, the rift leading to the Chaos Demon Realm was opened in Dragon Cliff Castle. After that, Wobergland experienced a terrifying week, with countless demons wandering in the hills. Before the rift opened, Uberrick had a population of 15,000. After the rift ended, the population of Uberrick dropped to 1,500, a direct decrease of 90%. It can be seen what happened in that week.

The red dragon appeared. In the blue sky, the nineteen dragons, arranged in three rows and spread out in an orderly manner, exuded a powerful breath and majesty. Their bodies were as huge as mountains, covered with blazing flames, burning the sky, releasing blazing light, and streaking across the sky like a meteor shower. They flew over Wobergland with their wings flapping as fast as lightning, stirring the air with the flapping of their wings, forming gusts of howling wind.

This spectacular sight stunned the residents of Wobergland. They stared at the sky and were deeply shocked by the scene before them. It was the first time they saw so many dragons appear at the same time.

The year 2028 of the Imperial Calendar is undoubtedly a year worthy of the scholars of Reikland to write about and study carefully. First there was Vlad, then there was the red dragon, and in between there was the Elf Mission.

"Here we are, let's go, your group will serve as the reserve."

After Dacus gave his instructions to the group of Talos who were still recovering, he turned and walked towards the main body of the castle. After the six squatting gargoyles at the door were smashed to pieces by the leaf hammer, the team arrived at the door.

The front door of the castle is made of solid brown wood, with a bronze plaque on the top of the door, engraved with a vague mask-like face, which seems to represent Lord De, or the existence of the Faceless Man. The door was not locked, and when it sensed the approach of the team, it opened with a creaking sound, as if welcoming the arrival of the team.

"The wall is changing."

Darkius could see without Drusala saying anything. The faces and stone hands of gargoyles protruded from the walls and covered both sides of the corridor. Gargoyle is a general term. These stone statues have different shapes. Some are long, some are short, some are round, some are square, some are eyeless, some have multiple eyes, some have snake heads, some have eagle heads, and there are many kinds. But without exception, these faces are horribly distorted, as if they are suffocated or in extreme pain. Their eyes stared at the intruder, and the clawed hands kept changing their shapes, scratching madly or reaching out desperately. There were also some broken stones on the floor.

Genevieve looked up at the ceiling, the melted stone constantly reshaped, and just as she watched, the attack began. Daxus swung the long-handled battle axe in his hand roughly, and a gargoyle's head fell off, making a shattering sound when it fell to the ground.

A stone skull rolled around at Genevieve's feet, the vitreous eyes on the head became blurred, and the swollen tongue stuck out. Then, she adjusted her body shape, and a short and fat gargoyle had completely detached from the ceiling and smashed into the place where she had stood before. Just as the gargoyle grabbed her, Ren, who was filling in the position, swung the blade of reality and chopped it down.

The gargoyle stopped moving, and a thin crack appeared on its torso, extending from the horny shoulder to the waist. Under attack, it pounced on Ren, the stone hand made a squeaking sound, and the claws were as sharp as razors.

Ren took a step back and moved his feet to avoid the fierce attack. Then he took out the leaf hammer, dodged Genevieve's attack from the wall, and hit the gargoyle's head hard. The gargoyle staggered back, its head was broken into pieces, and its upper body slid from the bottom and fell to the ground, turning into a pile of lifeless dead stones.

The team did not kill a lot of blood in the gargoyles. They confronted the gargoyles, as if they wanted to see how many gargoyles would appear. They kept venting their anger with blunt weapons and kept hitting the gargoyles, just like playing whack-a-mole, and the scattered gravel covered the corridor.

After a while, the wall with full SAN value became neat and unusually clean.

"How about exploring the haunted house?" Dacus, who took a breath, turned his head and asked Tolandir not far behind him.

"Uh... good idea..." Tolandir was stunned for a moment. He didn't think it was a good name. It lacked inspiration and imagination, but he hesitated for a moment and agreed.

"Interesting."

"Interesting indeed."

The elven spellcasters came to the door at the end of the corridor and began to discuss it, and then began a new round of academic discussion.

The door was cast with a protective spell. In the year 2480 of the Imperial Calendar, a human spellcaster who came with Genevieve suffered a terrible fate. The spellcaster reached into a bag and threw a handful of sweet-smelling dust at the door. Then he bowed with a mocking smile, and as if preparing to start a gorgeous performance, he twisted the doorknob and tried to push the door open.

The last words of the human spellcaster before his death were: Look, this is simple. Then there was nothing else. He exploded, directly exploded, and strips of cloth and meat were hung on the door. His body tissues hung on the bodies of the adventurers, and the walls of the corridor turned red. His skeleton stood in front of the door, he was still grinning, and then fell down, but the good news was that the door was opened.

Behind the door was a lounge with six comfortable-looking armchairs covered with rough horse hair. Carpets and wall paintings filled the interior, making the whole room look like a luxurious lounge, of course, it would be better if there were no other things. There was a corpse sitting on each armchair. These corpses were fixed and showed no signs of decay, but each one was carefully skinned.

In a corner, there was a silver-topped cart with a scalpel, some dried skin fragments and some strangely curved metal spatulas on it. There were no valuables in the whole room, only an unsettling atmosphere. Of course, this uneasy value refers to the adventurers. The elves who came here have been separated from the five elements and are not in the three realms.

"The technology is not very good."

"Yes, and the tools are not professional."

"Seems to be a novice?"

This time it was the turn of the Duruchi to conduct a new round of academic discussions. They surrounded the corpses and kept commenting. The corpses that could drive adventurers crazy were mediocre in their eyes, even boring and inferior. They had seen things more cruel than this in Nagaros. The House of Flesh and Blood, why is it called the House of Flesh and Blood, and not called by other names for a reason.

Perhaps because the scene was too bizarre, the Enil in the team also gathered around, and their attention was mostly focused on one of the corpses, because this corpse was different from the others, the corpse's muscles kept twitching, and the mouth opened to scream silently.

The next room showed one of the most notorious scenes of De Ye's atrocities. Around a gorgeously decorated dining table, there were the remains of the royal family and nobles. In front of the skeletons were some silver plates and rice bowls covered with dirt, and dirty, broken crystal cups, which were all the remains of that atrocity.

"What happened here?"

"A bloody feast... a poisoned feast... As you can see, the plates were filled with exquisite food, but these stupid and credulous guys couldn't eat it, and could only watch the food in front of them, starving to death in despair." (mentioned in Chapter 362)

"These two are most likely Carolus II and Queen Irina, and the ones next to them should be their children?" Dacus, who pushed the matter onto William III, roughly described what happened eighty years ago, and then pointed to the two corpses in the center and said.

Genevieve looked at the abandoned body and the jewelry under the spider webs, and a day long ago flashed through her mind. The lights were bright, the windows shone with clear light, laughter and music were intertwined in the banquet hall of the Palaon Palace, and exquisite dishes were served one after another. Handsome gentlemen showed elegance, while beautiful ladies danced to the music. At the head of the banquet table, a nobleman wearing a crown sat, accompanied by a mysterious man wearing a mask.

After blinking, the scene in front of Genevieve changed again, and the gift of darkness returned. She grasped Ye Zhui tightly with her hand. Today, it was time to end all this.

"What do you think that is?" Darkus, who heard the crunching sound, lowered his head and looked at where the sound came from. He sighed and took Genevieve's arm, pointing the other finger at Carolus II. Shi's corpse said.

Queen Irene's eye sockets were set with rubies, and a silver net studded with pearls, sapphires, and diamonds hung from her exposed ribs, while Carolus II wore a tarnished crown on his head.

"The old crown...it is priceless to the Empire."

This crown goes back a long way, dating back to when Sigmar became Emperor. After that, when the successive emperors of the empire succeed to the throne, they will be crowned by the High Priest Sigmar. Of course, this is not absolute. It may also be the High Priest Ulric or others. Different situations vary in different periods. Until the era of Carolus II, this crown, which symbolized the supreme power of the empire, disappeared. Now, the crowns worn by the emperors are like the Phoenix Crown worn by the Phoenix King...

"Priceless, yes, priceless. Maybe... we should return it to the empire at the right time. After all, we are elves, not dwarves, right?"

What Darkus said appropriately was that hundreds of years later, he did not want to return the crown to the guy who had been beaten by the elf. And there is no need to give it back to Magnus. Can it be given back to other electors who have ideas? He is professional at making troubles and changes. In the eyes of a politician like him, this crown is a big killer that can kill half of the empire.

However, Darkus' words did not receive applause from the elves present, but instead received strange and confused looks. Whether it was Druch, Ainil or Asul, they all focused on the second half of the sentence. They all knew what happened during the battle of revenge.

"I don't think those dwarfs will be returned..." Perhaps because of the mention of the Phoenix Crown, Belloda, who was usually very mean, stopped being mean and became a supporter.

"I'll solve this problem and I'll be back, don't worry." After Darkus finished speaking, he looked at the dining table again. In addition to the so-called priceless crown, there were rings, badges, bracelets, necklaces, necklaces, earrings and other The total value of the items is at least 10,000 imperial crowns. But don't worry, they are responsible for playing the vanguard, and after everything is resolved, the large forces will come in to wash the ground.

It's no joke that the thief never comes up short.

"Now, let's get out of here."

The corridor next to the banquet hall is very strange. The length seems to be twice the actual length. No one knows the actual length, not even the spellcasters. This is beyond the scope of magic. The entire castle has evolved into a force field. He took a half step towards Isil. The tapestries and murals hanging on the walls of the aisles on both sides are also changing all the time, and the pictures displayed in the eyes of the watching elves seem to be slightly different.

"You stabbed me."

"Well, I strangled you with my bowstring."

"It's changed again, this time it's me stabbing you."

"Mine has also changed. This time I changed it to Ye Zhui."

"A little boring."

"Yes, I agree with you. I don't like this art form. Relatively speaking, I prefer Lane's paintings. Maybe it's because I'm more conservative?"

The mural is like a slide. Darkus can clearly see that one second he was arguing fiercely with Maranur, and the next second he was hiding behind the tree, holding a bow and arrow. As time went by, Maranur rolled his eyes and died under his bowstring, strangled to death by him.

The picture that Maranur saw was essentially the same as what Dacus saw. It focused on an idea that caused distrust and disputes between each other, but the two of them were like tourists who came to a museum to appreciate art. Comment before painting.

"It's fine, let's have fun and talk, but no quarrels or fights!" Darkus scolded while walking in the aisle.

Darkus knows that these paintings imply that the viewers are cowardly, worthless, traitors, etc., and constantly tests the will of the viewers. Those with weak will will be affected by the content of the paintings. When this happens, The best way to respond is to yell? Slap the viewer hard? Or use magic to force a diversion of sight?

If we don't respond in time, other situations will occur, such as a fight? Fortunately, this didn't happen. Although some viewers kept evading their eyes, as if they had seen something extraordinary.

"Someone has been here and it's been cleaned."

Darkus nodded in response. He thought Drusala was right. The lounge he was in was exceptionally clean, as if someone had always kept the place tidy. The room was filled with all kinds of clocks, including two huge standing pendulum clocks on the wall and several small wall clocks with Bretonnian gilt decoration on the table.

Strangely, the clocks had stopped running for various reasons, and spare parts, gold-plated polish, clockwork keys, pendulums, etc. were scattered around the room.

"There's a fight next door."

"Let's go and have a look." (End of chapter)