v2 Chapter 1380： Trace of the undead

Chapter 1380 Traces of the Undead

They are not far from the cemetery where the flower bird is located. Anger also wants to have a pre-preparation for Popota, which comes specifically to remind me.

Popota gratefully nodded: "I know, and... thank you."

Whether it is the news that brought her flowers, or during this period, Anger’s help to him, as well as the soul materials that he specially purchased, this series of things, Popota is recorded. In my heart.

Angel is not convinced: "You don't have to thank, this is what I promised you before, and naturally I will not lose faith."

Having said that, Popota is still very grateful to Angel, not only because of the trustworthiness of Angel, but also his help to the flower bird.

Popota also wanted to express his gratitude, but at this moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his mouth, half-squatting, curled up into a ball, coughing constantly.

When a series of coughs passed, the glaring red color filled his palm.

All are the blood that coughs out.

For this reason, Popota, let his ugly face, a bit more pathological white.

Popota looks like nothing, skillfully erases the blood in his hand, drinks a bottle of prepared pharmacy, and then says to Anger: "I thank you very much anyway. At least let me die before I die." See a flower bird."

Angel looked at Popota silently. His current situation is irreversible. Although this is what Popota is looking for, after all, he accepts the temptation of the devil, and also consumes the flesh in a comfortable way. This kind of end is inevitable.

The previous judgment was able to survive for a year or two. But now it seems that the body collapse of Popota has begun to accelerate.

Angel's gaze slowly moved to the other side, where there was a table and chair, a faint oil lamp still burning, a nest of insects, and a handwritten note full of words.

"In your current situation, I advise you to continue to study the soft worms, at least for a year." Ang'er Road, now Bopota's physical breakdown is accelerated, probably because of the wave The tower put all its efforts on the study of soft worms. It takes a lot of energy, and there is still a lot of magic left, which leads to the counter-attack.

Popota shook his head: "I can repay you very little. This is what I have to do, and it is what I want to do."

Angel looked quietly at Popota, his eyes were firm.

"You are free." Angel said lightly: "Yes, your face doesn't look good right now. Are you sure you want to see your sister with the current image? I can use illusion to help you change the shape, for example. Once you."

Popota picked up the mirror and showed his face in a delicate round mirror.

Because the body once turned into a deformed and collapsed, his appearance was completely destroyed and became extremely ugly. In addition to the morbid pale, it looks even more gloomy.

Once I?

Looking at the ugly face in the mirror, Popota even forgot what he had grown up.

Shouldn't it be long?

Would you like to use the face at the time to see the flowers and birds? In this way, she can also leave her the best memories before her body collapses and her soul dissipates.

Popota's mouth was opened and he wanted to agree with Angel's words, but he finally shook his head.

"No matter what I become, it's me." Popota: "I will honestly tell the flowers, the misinterpreted self, the crazy obsession, the paranoid dream, how ugly I will become. I can't As a positive role model, but at least, I can use myself as a negative example to show off."

Popota's choice is obviously to prepare to face the former self and to reconcile with himself.

Anger can see that Popota’s mind has been decided and he has not been dissuaded. Whether it’s good or bad, Popota can dominate his own choices.

After telling them about their location, Angel was ready to evacuate.

However, at this moment, Popota suddenly asked: "Since I have reached the Black Castle, can I go out now?"

"Not yet, the black castle seems to have some changes. When I see the flowers, I will bring you out."

“There is a change?” Popota suddenly became nervous, fearing that the established facts had been squandered and hurriedly asked: “What happened?”

Angel thought about it and simply said the situation of the black castle.

"The undead around the black castle disappeared?" Popota frowned. "Sister is not a dead soul, but it is also a kind of dead spirit. Will it also affect my sister?"

Anger can't give an accurate answer. Only after waiting for the cemetery can you know the specific situation.

Popota was originally because of the sorrowful feeling of seeing the flowers, because of this, Anger’s words suddenly became worried and uneasy. While Popta experienced emotional ups and downs, Angel was pulling his mental power away from his bracelet.

Because Sanders, who was aware of the black castle situation, had already opened his eyes.

Anger noticed that after Sanders blinked, his eyes had some subtle emotions. Mixed with condensed, doubtful, and astonished, but without the relief of the truth after the truth, the brow is even more tight.

"What is the situation with the mentor, Black Castle?"

Sanders indulged for a moment: "It's very complicated, and there are some doubts, some hard to understand. It's hard to describe the situation, you can see it yourself."

Sanders stretched his finger out of thin air and immediately picked up a circle of space. As he spreads to Anger, his eyes are illusory--

The black clouds are drooping and rolling. In the clouds, when there is an electric snake, the skull is exposed from time to time.

Under the black clouds, there are a series of rolling hills. Among these rolling mountains, there are a lot of weird rocks standing like horrible hells in the mortal imaginary. These weird and sharp rocks are the magic of trapping ghosts in hell. Array.

At the top of these mountains and arches, there is a big castle full of strange atmosphere, standing alone there.

It is like a fairy tale, living in the house of the grotesque count.

Anger once went to the Black Castle and naturally recognized the castle as a black castle.

However, unlike when he went last time, the black castle is now surrounded by a lot of light spots, densely like stars, and the endless thunder snake lightning in the background.

If you look at it from a distance, there is still an alternative beauty.

But when the illusion was pushed closer, Angel discovered that these densely covered in the black castle, almost layered without any missing light spots, all emitting this faint light... the undead!

The undead that they could not find before, all gathered near the black castle!

At first glance, it is impossible to count. Ten thousand, twenty thousand...100,000, or even more? !

Moreover, Angel can still see that there are undead unearthed from the ground.

This is the complete rounding of the black castle, from the sky to the ground, even to the underground!

"This is the truth of the black castle's change?" Angel's eyes flashed through the shock, even if only from the illusion, you can feel the horrible bones surrounded by countless undead.

"Maybe." What Sanders saw was not only the seemingly undead on the surface: "There should be problems in the black castle. So many undead, there are no people coming out to clean up."

These undead are indeed very horrible, so the amount of horror, even Sanders may not dare to straighten their front. However, these undead cannot be cleaned up in an instant, but they can be dispelled in a small scope. No one can do this in the Black Castle. Look carefully. The Black Castle is like a real dead castle, without any lively popularity.

"It is true that the undead are all gathered here." Angel pointed to one of the illusions: "Although it is not very clear, it is certain that the black castle shields the undead's magic energy array. According to common sense, the undead did not dare or go to the Black Castle."

"The situation today is obviously not right. Against the laws of the undead themselves, let them gather in one place, I can only think of one possibility." Angel said slowly: "Maybe someone controls these undead."

Sanders nodded, and he also thought of this layer: "The ability to manipulate so many undead, at least half a step is possible."

Moreover, it must also be the soul system.

However, Isabel, the king of indulging, is actually a wizard of the soul system.

Therefore, in the face of these undead, which can almost be said to be a besieged city, she cannot leave it alone.

"Or, are these undead themselves controlled by Isabel?" Anger proposed another possibility.

Maybe Isabel is experimenting with her own technique, or is she needing a lot of undead to experiment?

"These are all speculative guesses. I used to look at it in the past." Sanders showed a magical technique that enveloped him and Angel.

Anger slightly sensed the surrounding illusion nodes and immediately understood the role of this illusion.

They set up a strange force field around them, using illusion to cover up all the information that the body emits, including smell, body temperature, sound, energy, pheromones, etc...

The means by which the undead discover humans are generally judged by means of body temperature, light perception, sound, dynamics, and energy. Today, this illusion directly covers all of this.

It can be said that it is the peak of the magical technique that Anger saw.

By this technique, it can be avoided by the undead.

After Sanders had cast this technique, he flew directly into the sky. Since the black castle is now obviously different, they don't have to deliberately obey the unadorned etiquette. Simply, flying straight in the direction of the Black Castle.

After flying for a while, bypassing a towering shrub hill, Anger saw a black castle full of "starlights".

(End of this chapter)