Chapter 127： Crazy BB

The setting sun has sunk, leaving only a very broad, slightly curved edge on the horizon.

With the aid of amber's shadow interference, the pedestrian easily passed over the wall on the east side of the castle and reached the interior of the Fort of Andreas through the internal steps of an old tower.

They hided on a terrace on the second floor of the castle by shadow cover, overlooking 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 is the wall, and the inner layer is made up of stables, servants, utility rooms and verandas. In the Gongwei District, there is a residential area formed by the inner corridor and the lord's mansion, and several areas are connected by a thick channel with strong structural barriers. There are bright or dark posts everywhere in the castle, and four The highest point of the corner is the clock tower and the beacon tower for the warning tower and warning.

This kind of dwelling is not comfortable. Most of its structure looks like a military fortress. This is precisely because the southern part of the country was the front line to resist the magic tide. The old architectural style was only passed down from generation to generation. In the past few hundred years of peace, many places in the South have begun to change. Even the less wealthy southern aristocrats have begun to learn to improve their living environment like the northerners, and even prefer to live in a comfortable and bright manor. But it is clear that Viscount Andrew is not a person who cares a lot about living conditions: his castle still maintains a considerable degree of "classical style."

But in such a castle near the military fortress, Gao Wen did not see many guards who should have patrolled and stood guard, even the most central atrium in the castle was empty.

"Nobody everywhere?" Amber squinted and looked curiously below. Her shadow talent allowed her to clearly distinguish in the dark environment. "And it seems like no one has trimmed it in the courtyard for several months. The weeds and shrubs are all over the road."

As Amber said, the atrium of the castle is not only empty, but the plants grow extraordinarily strong. It is clear that until a few days ago, the situation should be normal, but at this moment Gao Wen glanced down, but felt this The castle seems to have been abandoned for months or even more than a year. The lush vegetation is mad everywhere, covering the road, covering the walls, and even some vines have climbed to the main building.

"Byron, you haven't fully recovered yet, just waiting for us here." Gao Wen turned to the middle-aged knight behind him. "I will leave you three ‘crystal grenade' self-defense. Has the usage been remembered?”

The middle-aged knight with gray hair twisted his neck uncomfortably: "This feeling of being a burden is not good."

Gao Wen smiled and patted the shoulder of Mr. Knight, who usually had a little bit of awkwardness. "You have made great achievements and bravely fought. At this time, I don't want my knight to be killed because of recklessness."

Gao Wen’s statement is from the heart of the lungs, although he secretly vomits through the "non-mainstream knights" of this mercenary, some unreliable words and deeds, but in this incident, Byron has indeed demonstrated enough courage and determination. He has no need to continue to drag on the weak body to participate in the adventure. Perhaps Philip, such as the knightly spirited and determined people will fight to Gaowen with one squad, but Byron is not such a pedantic person.

So the middle-aged knight nodded and took over the three grenades that Gao Wen handed him. His face looked slightly more complicated and looked at this exquisite "magic industrial product": "Hey... this kind of thing is afraid even children. Can learn to use it..."

A moment later, Gao Wen and his party had touched the castle's atrium by the darker shade.

They didn't see any guards along the way, but they didn't see the cult's minions or magic traps. This huge fortress seems to have been abandoned, empty, quiet, and strange.

Philip Knight was in the sword and quietly followed Gao Wen, but soon he shrugged his nose and lowered his voice and said, "There is an evil atmosphere here."

Amber couldn't help but look at the young knight who looked like a dull man in the plain: "You shouldn't shout 'The Holy Light, this evil is worth a fight' and then rush out and cut it, you are not Paladin."

"Hey," Gao Wen whispered off Amber's bb. "Don't forget that Philip is a believer in Kyle."

Amber slightly opened his eyes and then licked his lips and no longer snorted.

Kyle, the **** of warriors and knights, and also the **** of war, is the powerful **** of the gods in the gods, second only to the **** of the light. He shelters all the warriors and blesses the war, even though it is not the **** of light. But there is also the power of confrontation and detection of evil in his power. His followers will receive extra blessings when they are looking for cultists. Although they are more than the orthodox priests or paladins, they are much stronger than ordinary people.

And Philip is a devout Kel believer, even if it is not a priest, his piety can make him more sensitive than others to the cult of the cult in this castle.

Gao Wen does not believe in the gods, and naturally he does not receive the blessing of the gods, but his body is naturally alerting. He holds the sword of the pioneers and watches the dense flowers and shrubs and decorative trees in the atrium with vigilance: "These Plants grow too lush and are mostly problematic."

Pittman was holding a piece of ironwood seed in his hand, but he did not dare to release any Druid spells at will to detect the situation around him: just as he could easily sense the same roots of the same roots, the cult is the same as the cult. Roy's cultists can also sense him at the moment of his spellcasting, and he will never venture easily unless there is a head-on conflict.

They began to cross the courtyard and approached the main building of the Count of Andrews: it was the place where the cults were most likely to hide.

On the first floor, if there is a dull "Tulle" that hangs over the figure of four people, Amber walks in the middle of the team, using her ghost-level shadow affinity talent to create a group sneak effect for everyone. The guy who is arguing with the generals will follow, and Gao Wen will not choose to venture into the castle to save time.

The sun has completely fallen to the horizon, and only the rest of the glow is gradually being swallowed up by the darkness, and the starlight begins to emerge. At the beginning of the starlight, a cool night wind blows through the atrium.

The plants that are dense, as if they have been growing for a year, sway in the night wind, making a creaking sound, and in that sound, there seems to be a mixture of countless low whispers.

Amber instantly had a layer of goose bumps, and as the shadow power grew stronger with the night, her vision began to shift in the direction of “extraordinary”, and something that was ignored during the day suddenly entered her field of vision.

Miss Half Elf almost scared out, but before she made a sound, Gao Wen had already held her mouth.

"I saw it too." Gao Wen whispered.

In the atrium, under the lush vegetation, there is something between the spreading roots and the vines.

The nearest shrub swayed in the night wind, and a pale hand emerged from its roots. The hand was buried in the soil, slightly squatting; a weeded face was found in the weeds next to it. The eyes on the face were half-closed and half-closed, and the cracked lips were still moving; a half-lived old oak tree squatted on the roadside, and the root of the tree was swollen with a swollen bag. The shape of the swollen bag resembled a skull and a pair of eyes from the bark. The gap between them is exposed, the yellowish and stiff, like the oak half life and half dead...

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

"The name of the **** of war!" Philip Knight suppressed the voice and whispered, "What a mad heart!"

"These people... are you still alive?!" Amber took a deep breath and said, after opening Gao Wen’s hand, he said with a hint of horror.

"Most of it can be considered alive, but it's hard to say how long it will last," Pitman pinched the seed in his hand to be used as a casting material. "No wonder we don't see any guards and attendants... they are all buried in the atrium." It!"

"Be careful not to touch these plants," added the old druid. "They are the eyes of the cult!"

“What do the cults do to bury these people here?” Amber said with a disgusting frown. “Extracting their vitality?”

"...I'm afraid not," Pitman shook his head. "There is no such troublesome ritual for extracting vitality. The cultists control these people between half-life and death, and maintain their consciousness... I suspect he is drawing these people. thought of."

"Extracting thoughts?!" Amber was taken aback. "Everything will be dead even after this?"

"It’s certainly not easy to deal with the superpowers, but these are ordinary people who have no spell resistance, hehe," Pitman sighed softly. "It seems that the cult is not just trying to kill a few people here. He is purposeful, he is collecting intelligence..."

During the conversation, everyone has passed through the atrium of crazy plants in extreme caution, in front of the porch leading to the main hall of the castle, in front of a sinister oak door, on the oak door, inscribed The emblem of the Lesley family.

In the emblem, it seems to be bloody, dark red.

Gao Wen did not directly touch the obvious abnormal threshold, but used the pioneer's sword to push the door and slowly push it away. Then he played 120,000 points and took the lead. .

And just as he walked across the door, a burst of confusion and unbearable noise suddenly swept away!

It feels like there are tens of thousands of sounds that are blowing in the ear at the same time. Ten thousand people are shouting at the same time, there are tens of thousands of chaotic and absurd instruments playing at the same time, or two ambers drinking high.瞎 bb...

Gao Wen felt that his body seemed to be rusting, and even turning his head became extremely difficult and slow, and he soon discovered that the noisy sounds were not from the outside world, but from his own mind in the maddening voice. He saw the castle corridor with dark red carpet in front of him being stretched, and the walls hanging on the two sides of the Leslie family's ancestors' portraits on both sides flew away from the infinity, and suddenly became very broad and dark in all directions. The starry sky replaces the original scene in the castle.

The chaotic noises are finally mixed into a clearly recognizable sound, which is constantly screaming: "All things will perish! Everything will perish! Everything will perish!"

However, although Gao Wen was shrouded in noise and illusion, he found that his thinking was extremely clear, and the screams that merged into one piece were clearly heard, and he could even involuntarily find a clear idea in his mind: "Yes, because the entropy has increased, what happened?"

"All things will end..."

Gao Wen hasn't reacted yet, and the illusion of crazy noise and dark stars has come to an abrupt end, and the smoke has disappeared.