Chapter 133: Withered Monster and Death Knight

Medrolash looked at the unknown beings that came from all directions and gradually surrounded them.

He recognized these monsters. He had seen this kind of monster in a necromancer's diary.

"Withering monsters, withering monsters!"

"They are the plague of expanding darkness infection. They absorb the nutrients of darkness from the soil and spread these ancient evil wills everywhere."

"In the forest infected by withering monsters, trees and plants will grow at a supernatural speed. Vines and various forest bottom plants will quickly cover buildings and roads. After the withering monsters kill or drive away all the residents, an entire village can die in a few days."

Medrolash swung his sword to cut off a thorn that attacked from the darkness, and cursed:

"Damn it, it is said that the original withering monster was watered by the blood of vampires. That old vampire has been prepared for it!"

Alger clenched the Everburning Greatsword and stabbed directly into the twisted limbs of a withering vine monster.

The blade burned with raging fire, instantly igniting the withered vine monster, causing it to wail and turn into ashes.

Alger warned loudly: "They are easy to ignite!"

When these monsters hiding in the dark and in the dense forest revealed their true forms, the players began to show their skills.

Mantou stared at the previous vine monster, and the information on the panel refreshed.

[Withered Vine Monster]

Challenge Level: 1 (200xp)

Mantou let out a long sigh of relief, and then became angry.

"I thought it was some dirty thing, but it turned out to be just a small monster. You dare to scare your grandfather Mantou, die!"

He rushed up with the sword.

The twisted monster shook the vines and made a terrifying voice: "It's entangled with me, don't leave me."

"Save me"

The withered vine monster is the only withered monster that can speak. It can speak with the broken syllables of its dead master's voice and taunt the victim.

However, Mantou was not afraid when he saw the monster's health bar. Instead, he felt a kind of resentment of being fooled, and his anger in his heart increased.

"Still want to scare me?"

"Die!"

The long sword cut directly into the fragile vine.

As the [Burning Ring] in Mantou's hand flickered, the hot flame power spread along the blade to the withered vine monster, igniting the dry, withered and twisted body.

Mantou drew out the long sword and smiled:

"This is not one cut one."

Singo shot out the flaming arrow, and did not forget to remind him mercilessly: "Who was so scared that his legs went weak just now?"

Xia Ye Qiuyu's golden pupils were also full of anger, and she opened her mouth slightly.

[Aganassa Fire Breathing Technique]

"Boom!"

The linear surging fire spread, directly burning more than a dozen withered monsters on the path into charcoal.

However, this is not the largest killing range among players.

The president of the Eternal Glory Guild, the player of the light priest profession "Chen Guang Xi Wu" rushed directly into the depths of the dark forest, holding up the hard hammer in his hand.

[Guiding Divine Power: Dawn]

With the priest as the center, endless light descended.

The surrounding darkness was completely dispelled.

Hundreds of withered monsters rushing towards him were purified under the baptism of light, and they didn't even have time to wail before they were turned into fine ash residues.

And the Iron Frenzy deliberately held a cigar in his mouth and threw out rune incendiary bombs.

"Art is explosion!"

With the deafening explosion and the spreading flames, the withered monsters in front of him were all turned into ashes.

The withered monsters hidden in the darkness may take the lives of those civilians who strayed into the place, or the lives of those adventurers who were alone, but facing players with strange abilities, especially those who like burning and explosions, they can be said to be helpless.

After all, the evil forces from ancient times did not tell them how to fight the fourth disaster.

The players cut through the thorns and soon crossed the dead forest and arrived in front of the Rackman Castle.

The dusk garden behind them was now filled with smoke and flames, with withered monsters that had been burned to ashes.

The sky seemed to be covered with a thin layer of blood.

Rackman Castle was in a dilapidated and decadent state, as if it had been destroyed by endless years. The castle was built of black stone, with cracks and moss on the walls, and mottled blood on them.

The tips of these spires were shrouded in a cloudy sky, exuding a gloomy atmosphere. The windows were protected by iron bars and sharp spikes, giving people a sense of confinement and threat.

The shadows emanating from the castle shrouded the surrounding land in darkness, giving people a sense of fear and oppression.

Medrash looked up at the castle and said to Alger beside him jokingly: "Have you ever lived in such a hellhole?"

"No wonder you are so twisted and perverted."

Alger shook his head gently: "No, it was not like this when I left."

He looked at the heavy gate of the castle with a solemn expression: "Maybe the vampire duke did something to make it look like this."

A shrill scream came from the air.

Alger immediately became alert and shouted loudly: "Attention!"

"Everyone, this must not be the sound of the wind!"

His many years of combat experience told him that the upcoming enemy was not simple.

Everyone looked around hurriedly, but did not find the enemy.

"The enemy is in the sky!"

"Damn it!"

In the gloomy sky, a huge bone eagle was flying.

It had no wings, only yellow, forked wing bones, and trailed a green ghost flame.

It was the wind passing through the gaps between the joints that made this piercing whistle, like the wail of a ghost.

And on the back of the bone eagle was a skeleton knight wearing terrifying plate armor. Under his helmet, one could see the vicious light burning in the eye sockets of the knight's skull, filled with endless hatred for the living - it was a death knight!

"Invaders!"

"I will - kill you!"

The knight in the air made a hoarse voice and dived rapidly to the ground.

Alger stared at the bone eagle knight and muttered to himself: "Old Ward."

The so-called "Old Ward" was Alger's instructor when he was still in the North Wind Eagle Guard, the one who taught him all his skills.

This Ward Chris had fought for the Rackman Principality and made great achievements on the back of an eagle, but in the end he was only asked to train the next generation of eagle guards as an instructor.

Now, this loyal old Ward has replaced Alger's original fate and has been transformed into a death knight by the Duke. He rides a bone eagle and wanders around the Rackman Castle forever, unconsciously guarding the Duke he is loyal to.

"I will let you rest in peace"

"You annoying old guy."

Alger couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand and swore in his heart.