All the noises and illusions disappeared in an instant. Before Gawain could realize what was going on, he had returned to normal before his eyes.
The corridor of Leslie Family Castle stretches in front of you. The ground is covered with dark red carpets. Portraits of Viscount Andrew’s ancestors are hung on the walls on both sides, and between the portraits are inlaid with rich Powerful magic crystals, these crystals are emitting a constant light, but something seems to be interfering with the transmission of light. Although the crystals look bright, they are extremely dim in places slightly further away.
Gawain glanced back subconsciously, only to see Knight Philip and others behind him just stepping through the gate. Their actions were naturally normal - it seemed that he was the only one affected, and just now Those illusions only lasted for a moment, and no one noticed it.
"What's wrong?" Amber noticed the change in Gawain's expression and asked in a low voice.
Gawain replied while guarding his surroundings: "I seemed to have encountered an illusion just now, but it only lasted for a moment." The aura under it collapsed on its own after coming into contact with a powerful person like you," Pitman analyzed in a low voice, "We have to be careful, there may be a magic trap here."
Gawain. He frowned: "Can you sense the approximate location of the cultist?"
"He is very cautious, or his power is weird." Pittman shook his head, "I can feel that there are distortions everywhere here. The Druid magic remains, but none of the breath is 'active'..."
Knight Philip held the sword tightly, put the hilt against his chest and briefly chanted the God of Knights and Warriors. Kyle's name, he exerted quasi-divine power in this way, and then looked at the end of the corridor: "The breath is gathering over there."
That is the direction of the lord's meeting hall.
Gawain, Amber and others exchanged glances, and then Gawain took the lead, with Druid Pitman following behind. Philip and Amber were on guard on both sides. The four of them walked forward cautiously along the corridor. go.
The portraits hanging on the walls on both sides glowed palely under the alienated magic crystal lamps. The ancestors of the Leslie family were hung on the walls, looking indifferently at the uninvited guests. Those white eyes were like dead fish, which made Amber shudder involuntarily.
Gawain just glanced at those portraits. They were just slight alienations caused by the influence of the magical environment. They were not worth worrying about. Besides, who hasn’t hung them on the wall yet?
The door to the Lord's Chamber was also ajar, with a vague light coming from inside. However, when they got closer, neither Pitman nor Philip could sense the clear aura of a cultist. Gawain sensed the door and confirmed that there were no potential dangers such as traps on the door itself or behind the door, and then carefully pushed open the wooden door decorated with luxurious metal threads and engraved with the Leslie family crest.
The lord’s meeting hall is emptyDang, the magic crystals on the surrounding columns and vaults shed a chaotic light. The tables and chairs in the center of the hall were all moved there, leaving only the velvet high-backed chair on the upper platform of the hall. That is the position of the lord.
The lord of Tanzania, Viscount Andrew, was sitting on the high-backed chair. Behind him hung the portrait of the earliest ancestor of the Leslie family who received the title of knighthood, and he himself was standing in front of his ancestors. Breathing hard under his gaze, this tall and thin man was now so thin that he was almost shriveled up. His flesh and blood seemed to have shrunk, and his skin clung to his bones, like a pale and shriveled living dead. , he leaned back on the chair, his head swaying on his shoulders, his eyes staring at the roof without focus, breathing hard and muttering something in a low voice.
The magic crystals located on both sides of the seat emitted white light, stretching Andrew's shadow long and vaguely projecting it on the ground.
This Mr. Viscount seems to have completely lost the ability to move freely.
Gawain held the Pioneer Sword tightly and led Philip and Pitman into the hall. The three of them were guarding the surroundings and came to Viscount Andrew. However, the Viscount seemed not to be at all. Realizing the approach of the three men, he just stared at the vault blankly, making confused sounds from his mouth.
"His mind is trapped," Pitman judged immediately, "but not seriously - I will lift his curse, but the cultists will probably be alerted and prepare. "
Gawain nodded slightly: "Let's do it."
Pitman then placed his hand on Viscount Andrew's forehead, and took out a vial from his arms with his other hand. He bit off the cork of the bottle with his mouth, and then dropped a few drops of the liquid in the bottle on the viscount's head.
A strange and strong floral fragrance emanated from those drops of liquid, and along with the activation of Druid spells, it produced a strong exorcism and soul-soothing effect, and the evil magic that bound Viscount Andrew's mind followed. It was affected and began to loosen little by little.
Suddenly, Viscount Andrew's eyelids rolled. He regained clarity from the chaos, and looked at Gawain standing in front of him. His eyes widened instantly, and a hoarse and terrifying voice came out of his throat: "He is in my shadow!"
Almost the moment the Viscount finished speaking, his shadow on the ground began to distort, the magic crystal behind the seat shattered, and the shadow on the ground shattered. The shadow suddenly grew stronger, and a dark figure swooped out from it, heading towards Gawain's face.
But Gawain seemed to have expected it. Before Viscount Andrew issued a warning, he had already jumped back. Before the shadow could rush out, he had already pulled Pitman and jumped off the platform. , Philip Knight followed closely behind.
The shadow flew away in an instant, and before he could regain his posture, the shadow on the ground twisted again, and a foot wearing a short leather boot flew out from it, kicking him. The back of this figure: "I am in your shadow!"
The figure was suddenly kicked out of the shadow form, and fell down from the stage in a state of embarrassment. However, it suddenly disintegrated into flying smoke in mid-air, and was carried by a gust of wind and rushed to the other end of the hall, where it re-condensed into A faceless entity clad in black robes.
And Amber jumped out of the shadows completely and quickly ran behind Gawain.
Gawain looked at the figure in black robes with a half-smile: "A legal profession cannot hide in the dark and throw ball lightning, but has to run out and assassinate a knight in plate armor. Do all people in the Final Death Society have such a fresh style of painting?"
The man in black robe who failed in the sneak attack could not control his shock: "You are not affected by the voice of truth? !"
"The voice of truth? Are you talking about the magic you left on the door? The one who heard the noise when he opened the door?" Gawain asked curiously. , "Ah, I did hear it - unfortunately, I just wanted to talk to it, and the sound disappeared. Could it be that I said it was crazy with just one sentence?"
The black robe When the figure heard Gawain's words, he seemed to be in great anger. His hood shook, and a vicious curse came from the shadow: "You are a heretic who violates the iron law of the death of all things and returns from the kingdom of the dead to the human world. As expected, you are not It should be preserved in the world!"
As he finished speaking, everyone present suddenly heard a dense cracking and shattering sound coming from outside the hall!
The windows of the meeting hall were crackled and broken, and the doors everywhere were smashed and collapsed by the huge force. Thick branches and vines broke through all the doors and windows and rushed into the hall. .
The plants that rushed into the hall were rolling on the ground, distorting and deforming with the sound of creaking, and people stood up: they were tree people with a height of more than two meters, and they were the same as normal people. The tree men summoned by the druid were completely different: their branches and leaves were twisted and rotten, and their bodies had numerous cracks. Poisonous sap flowed out of the cracks, emitting a pungent stench.
As the world knows: when the druids of the Death Society abandoned their faith in life and nature, the power of "life" disappeared from their spells.
These tree men began to launch a fierce attack on Gawain and his party.
"Their cores are in the black rotten leaves!" Pitman quickly threw a few magic seeds and shouted loudly, "Don't let the venom splash into your eyes!"
When the magic seeds fall to the ground, they emit a burst of green brilliance, and then quickly take root under the influence of druid spells, growing into tough vines or thorny thorns to restrain the tree people coming from all directions.
Gawain couldn't help but look at Pitman deeply, then withdrew his gaze, swung his sword and cut off the arm of a tree man.
Amber and Philip also struggled with the rotten tree men.
In this chaotic and fierce battle, Gawain’s attention was always on the cultist in black robes.
The black-robed figure has not really participated in the battle except for putting the tree people who were probably prepared long ago into the field. He is just watching from a distance, looking silent and gloomy - —But he was reluctant to take action.
Gawain instantly understood what was going on: this cultist knew about Gawain Cecil.
He knows who he is and how famous he is as the "Resurrection Legend". Although he shouted arrogantly at the beginning, he is obviously vain - he has not taken action for a long time, I am afraid it is true. Don't dare to take action.
But he commanded the tree men to fight and did not leave in a hurry, which shows that he probably guessed that "Gawain Cecil was in a period of weakness after his resurrection"!
He is observing and judging how much power his "legend" will have after his resurrection. He is undoubtedly taking a risk - and there is definitely something worth taking in this place.
The thoughts in Gawain's mind were very fast. In just two or three sword strikes, he had already thought of a lot of things. Although he still didn't know how this cultist had learned about his information, He didn't know how much he knew or guessed, and he didn't know what the cultist wanted here, but that didn't stop him from setting a trap to get rid of the opponent as soon as possible.
In a flash of thought, he pierced the magic core of a tree man with a sword, but when he pulled out the sword, he deliberately let his hand tremble, as if he had strength. Sudden interruption is common.