Chapter 127 Crazy BB

The setting sun has set, leaving only an extremely broad, slightly arcing bright edge on the horizon.

With the assistance of Amber's shadow interference, the group easily climbed over the wall on the east side of the castle and reached the interior of Viscount Andrew's fortress through the internal stairs of an old tower.

They used the cover of shadows to hide on a terrace on the second floor of the castle, overlooking the empty atrium below and the corridor opposite the atrium.

This castle, like most noble fortresses in the southern border of Ansu, has a roughly square and layered structure. The outermost layer is the wall, and the inner layer is composed of stables, servant rooms, and miscellaneous buildings. The guard area formed by the physical room and the outer corridor, and then the living area formed by the inner corridor and the lord's mansion, and the several areas are connected by thick passages with solid walls. There are dark sentry posts, and there are arrow towers, bell towers and beacons for early warning at the highest points of the four corners.

This kind of residence is not comfortable, and most of its structures look like a military fortress. This is precisely because the South was the front line against the demonic tide, and the architectural style of the past has been passed down from generation to generation as a tradition. It was caused by the downfall - but with the peace in the past few hundred years, many places in the southern border have begun to change. Even the not-rich southern nobles have begun to learn to improve their living environment like the northerners, and even prefer it. Live in a cozy and bright manor house. But it is obvious that Viscount Andrew is not a person who cares much about living conditions: his castle still maintains a considerable degree of "classical style."

But in such a castle that was almost a military fortress, Gawain didn't see many guards who should be patrolling and standing guard. Even the atrium in the center of the castle was empty.

“There’s no one everywhere?” Amber’s eyes widened and she looked down curiously. Her shadow talent allowed her to see objects clearly in a dim environment, “And there seemed to be several people in the courtyard. It seems like no one has been pruning it in the moon... The weeds and shrubs are almost covering the road."

As Amber said, not only is the courtyard of the castle empty, but there are also plants everywhere. The growth was extremely vigorous. It should have been in normal order until a few days ago. But at this moment, Gawain glanced at it and felt that the castle had been abandoned for several months or even more than a year. Lush plants were everywhere. It has grown wildly, covering the roads, covering the walls, and some vines have even climbed up to the gate leading to the main building.

"Byron, you haven't fully recovered yet, so you are waiting for us here." Gawain turned to the middle-aged knight behind him and said, "I will leave you three 'crystal grenades' for self-defense. The usage has been Remember?"

The gray-haired middle-aged knight twisted his neck uncomfortably: "It's not a good feeling to be regarded as a burden."

Gao Wen smiled. He smiled and patted the shoulder armor of this gentleman knight who was usually a bit out of place: "You have made great achievements and fought bravely. At this time, I don't want my knight to die because of recklessness."

Gawain said this from the bottom of his heart. Although he also secretly complained about the unreliable words and deeds of this "non-mainstream knight" who was a mercenary, Byron has indeed shown enough in this incident. With his bravery and determination, there is no need for him to continue dragging his weak body to participate in adventures-perhaps a person like Philip with an extraordinarily firm chivalric spirit will follow Gawain to fight to the death, but Byron is not such a pedantic person.

So the middle-aged knight nodded, took the three grenades handed to him by Gawain, and looked at this exquisite "magic industrial product" with a slightly complicated expression: "Tsk tsk... This I’m afraid even children can learn how to use it..."

A moment later, Gawain and his party had already entered the atrium of the castle under the cover of the increasingly dark sky.

They did not see any guards along the way, nor did they see the cultists' minions or magic traps. This huge fortress seemed to have been abandoned, empty, quiet, and strange.

Knight Philip held the sword in his hand and followed Gawain quietly, but soon he shrugged his nose and lowered his voice and said: "There is an evil smell here."

"Shh," Gawain interrupted Amber's bb in a low voice, "Don't forget that Philip is a follower of Kyle."

Amber said slightly. His eyes widened, then he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Kell, the god of warriors and knights, is also the god of war. He is a powerful god second only to the God of Light in the orthodox lineage. He protects all warriors and blesses war. Although he is not the God of Holy Light, his divine power also has the power to resist blasphemy and detect evil. His believers will receive additional blessings when looking for cultists. Although they are not as good as the orthodox Holy Light Priests or Paladins, they are still powerful. Much stronger than ordinary people.

And Philip is a devout believer in Kel. Even if he is not a priest, his piety allows him to sense the atmosphere of cultists entrenched in this castle more keenly than others.

Gawain did not believe in gods, so he could not get blessings from gods. However, his body was naturally sending out an alarm. He held the Pioneer Sword and stared at the dense flowers and plants in the atrium with vigilance. Shrubs and decorative trees: "These plants grow too lushly, and there is probably something wrong with them."

Pitman held a handful of ironwood seeds in his hand, but did not dare to cast any Druid spells at will to detect the surroundings. Situation: Just as he can easily sense the cultists of the Mortal Death Society who have the same origin, the cultists who are druids can also sense him the moment he casts the spell. Unless a head-on conflict breaks out, otherwise he is Never dare to take risks easily.

They began to walk through the courtyard and approached the main building of Viscount Andrew's castle: that was where the cultists were most likely to be hiding.

A layer of vague "gauze" of darkness enveloped the four people. Amber walked in the middle of the team, using her ghost-level shadow affinity talent to create a group sneaking effect for everyone - if it weren't for Following such a stupid guy, Gawain would not choose to take the risk and sneak into the castle directly to save time.

The sun has completely set behind the horizon, and the remaining uniform glow on the horizon is gradually being swallowed up by darkness. Starlight begins to emerge, and at the moment when the stars first appear, a cool night breeze blows through the atrium.

Those dense plants that seemed to have grown wantonly for a year swayed in the night wind, making a swishing sound, and the sound seemed to be mixed with countless low murmurs.

Amber instantly got goosebumps, and because the power of shadows became stronger as night fell, her vision began to transform in the direction of "extraordinary", and some things that were ignored during the day suddenly entered her vision.

The half-elf lady was so frightened that she almost screamed out - but before she could speak, Gawain had already held her mouth down.

"I saw it too." Gawain whispered.

In the atrium, beneath the lush vegetation, between the spreading roots and vines, there was something.

The nearest bush swayed in the night wind, and a pale hand emerged from its roots. The hand was buried in the soil and spasming slightly; it poked out from the weeds next to it. A face that was mostly buried, the eyes on that face were half-opened and half-closed, and the cracked lips were still moving; a half-lived and half-dead old oak tree was leaning on the roadside, with a swollen bump raised from the root of the tree, and the swollen shape resembled The head, with a pair of eyes exposed from between the gaps in the bark, was yellow and stiff, half alive and half dead like an oak tree...

Under all the plants in the entire courtyard, there were buried human limbs, and those limbs were The master is obviously still alive!

"In the name of the God of War!" Knight Philip shouted in a low voice, "What a crazy act!"

"Are these people... alive or dead?!" Amber took two deep breaths, opened Gawain's hand and whispered with a hint of fear.

"Most of them can still be considered alive, but it's hard to say how long they can survive." Pitman squeezed the seeds in his hand that were going to be used as casting materials. "No wonder we can't see any guards or attendants... ...They are all buried in the atrium!"

"Be careful not to touch these plants," the old druid added, "they are the eyes of the cultist!"

"What do the cultists want to do by burying these people here?" Amber said while suppressing a disgusted frown, "Draining their life force?"

"...I'm afraid not," Pittman Shaking his head, "Extracting life force does not require such a troublesome ritual. The cultist controls these people in a state of half-life and half-death, and maintains their consciousness in a trance... I suspect that he is extracting the thoughts of these people."

"Of course it's not that easy to deal with extraordinary powerful people, but these are ordinary people who have no ability to resist spells. Alas," Pitman sighed softly. "It seems that the cultist not only wants to It's as simple as killing a few people here. He has a purpose. He is collecting intelligence..."

As he spoke, everyone had passed through the atrium filled with crazy plants with extreme caution and arrived at In front of the porch leading to the main hall of the castle, there is an ajar oak door. On the oak door, the emblem of the Leslie family is engraved.

The emblem seems to be flowing with blood, secretly. The red hair was bright.

Gawain did not touch the obviously abnormal door directly with his hand, but pushed the door with the pioneer sword, pushed it open slowly and quietly, and then he opened it. He was extremely vigilant and took the lead to step through the door.

The moment he stepped through the door, an unbearable and noisy noise suddenly swept over him. Come on!

It feels like 10,000 sounds are blasting in your ears at the same time, 10,000 people are shouting in your ears at the same time, and 10,000 chaotic and absurd musical instruments are playing in your ears at the same time. Or maybe two drunk Ambers were blinding each other in their ears...

Gawain felt as if his body was rusty, and even turning his head became extremely difficult and slow, and he soon discovered Those noisy sounds did not come from the outside world, but from his own mind - in the maddening sounds, he saw the castle corridor covered with dark red carpets in front of him suddenly being stretched, and the Leis hanging on both sides. The walls of the portraits of the ancestors of the Lee family also quickly receded to infinity, suddenly becoming extremely wide in all directions, and the dark starry sky replaced the original scene in the castle.

Those chaotic noises finally mixed together. Into a clearly identifiable voice, it keeps roaring: "All things will perish!" All things will eventually perish! All things will eventually perish! ”

However, although Gawain was shrouded in noise and illusions, he found that his thinking was extremely clear. The roaring sound came clearly, and he could even involuntarily speak in his mind. A very clear idea popped up: "Yes, because entropy increases, what's wrong? "

"All things will eventually..."

Before Gawain even realized what was going on, the crazy noise and the illusion of the dark starry sky had stopped abruptly and disappeared.