Half-elf Ranger

In the dense dark forest.

Thorne looked solemnly at this castle made of white bones. The moment he cast his gaze over, the countless empty eye sockets on the wall seemed to return a color to him, and also stared at him coldly. As for making him feel a chill to the bone.

But he didn't flinch, but went up to him without any fear, and looked at every corner of the castle carefully.

He found that most of the castle's walls were made of these horrific skeletons stacked in an almost elegant way, as if they were the work of a master architect.

The door frame of the castle gate is also made of bones, but there are only three, it looks like a human leg bone, if you don't consider it at least five or six meters long.

Thorne recalled the classification of giant races in his mind, but unfortunately, with only these few leg bones, he could not judge what kind of giant it was.

However, he could at least be sure that it wasn't from a mountain giant's leg bone.

While Thorne looked at the castle, the others were also shocked by the horrific scene in front of them.

Except for General Avar, who is a cleric, the other three obviously have not recovered from the shock. Their feet seem to be nailed, and they are standing in the same place, unable to move.

The elf banshee Kevra has lived in the tower for many years, and has experienced the baptism of arcane energy twice, making her almost become an emotional human, and still retains the character of her life.

Even if his true identity is an undead creature, seeing this frightening scene will also be frightened, which is understandable.

After all, her age in her heart is only a little girl after all.

The only surprising thing is that this witch, Cecil, who is proficient in necromantic magic, a necromancer who manipulates undead creatures, is still afraid of a building made of white bones, which is indeed a bit speechless.

The strangest thing was the little devil standing on Kevlar's shoulder.

The little guy's first reaction when he saw the Skeleton Castle was to show a look of eagerness to try, as if there was something inside that was attracting it.

It is no longer surprising to think that its identity is the devil from the Hell of Baator.

"This is where your teacher, Winster, directed us to arrive." Thorne patted the little banshee on the shoulder, comforted her silently, and then boldly walked towards the castle while asking the witch Cecil. go.

Although this terrifying building made him feel a little fear in his heart, he knew very well that at this time, he had been driven by a strong curiosity in his body that yearned for discovery and adventure, as if it was constantly implying him to move on.

Of course, it is also possible that there are treasures hidden in the castle.

After all, no matter what, he has faced many more troublesome problems than this skull castle, and naturally he will not be afraid of it.

After all, he is actually an adventurous person.

Because he is very clear that in the face of many difficulties, a person can only successfully climb the pyramid if he has experienced confusion, fear, complaints, even despair, and struggled on the edge of life and death, and then perseveres and overcomes the difficulties. top.

This is also the real reason why he actively chooses to go out when he feels that his spiritual practice is stagnant.

Seeing Thorne carrying a sharp sword with a pale blue light, walking silently and alone towards the castle, the paladin Ava, still holding the holy fine gold broadsword, immediately accelerated his pace and followed.

"It's here." The witch Cecil, who finally regained her composure, looked at the back of the Ranger, nodded and replied.

Then she found that the two were gradually approaching the gate of the castle, and the magic talisman in her hand that guided her here was clenched a few times by her again, because it was too tight and too hard, the knuckles of her fingers had changed. Gotta turn white.

But in her opinion, perhaps only the amulet in her palm can bring her a comfortable sense of security.

"Could this castle be Winster's secret base?" Hearing the witch's answer, Thorne subconsciously said his guess.

While looking at this terrifying castle, he estimated in his mind how many corpses were needed to form such a spectacular scene in front of him.

In the end, the data he came up with was that at least 5,000 corpses were needed to build such a huge scale.

If it was as he imagined, he would have to be secretly shocked by what purpose the so-called 'Astral Insight' and 'Ferryman' Wenster did to act in such a cruel way.

Of course, he didn't want to accuse the other party from the commanding heights of morality. He still understood the principle of not persuading others to be kind without suffering others.

He was just curious how much hatred these corpses had with Winster.

"I know there are legends about this castle."

However, to Thorne's surprise, he just said this brain supplement, and what he waited for was not Cecil, the witch who was most likely to know everything here, but the paladin General Ava by his side.

I saw the paladin, who had taken off his mask at some point, was staring at the magic mark engraved on the skull with a pair of bright eyes.

Everyone was silent, and all made a sound of listening, waiting for the paladin Ava to tell them about the castle's origins.

"There is such a legend that has been circulating throughout the Corina Peninsula." The paladin retracted his gaze and said slowly:

"In ancient times, there were many small countries and city-states on the Corina Peninsula. It is said that a mad prince killed his father and queen, successfully took over the kingdom's army, and took the initiative to launch a campaign with all his neighbors. The war, and his victories allowed him to rule almost everyone in the entire Corina Peninsula."

"You mean this castle is in the hands of this mad prince." Thorne hit the point straight, listening to the paladins tell them their ancient history.

At the same time, his instinct is telling himself that things are not as simple as he imagined.

"That's right." The paladin didn't care that the Ranger interrupted his words, nodded to him, and continued:

"It was this mad prince, Alois, who was as cruel as his power, and all the legends showed him to be a tyrannical monarch, no one would doubt his bloodthirsty personality, nor One would suspect the legend of his Legion of Doom."

"The Legion of Doom?" Thorne asked again.

"The Legion of Doom is the core force behind Prince Alois's push to bring down the entire peninsula. His legion is made up of his lieutenants, each with a magical imprint that represents the skull of their master."

The paladin pointed to the brand carved on the castle wall: a solid black mace emblem with a skull on top.

Thorne vaguely felt that the reason why the mad prince was able to unify the peninsula was definitely related to the power of death, so he looked at the paladin and asked, "Since his doomsday legion is so powerful, why..."

Thorne didn't say it explicitly, but he believed that the paladin should be able to understand the meaning of his metaphor.

Because when the paladin mentioned the Doomsday Legion and pointed his finger at the magical imprint on the bones of the castle, he knew that this castle made of bones was definitely from the Doomsday Legion of the Mad Prince Alois.

What only puzzled him was what the Doom Legion did, and what the real reason they built the castle for.

"When the mad prince Alois had won all the wars, and had succeeded in raising his banner on the Corina Peninsula, as the only human king, Alois and his most loyal followers held a grand celebration.

In a place called the Ghost Arena, they brutally killed all the captives, including all the kings and queens of the conquered kingdoms, just for the amusement of him and his evil servants an undead monarch. "

Immortal monarch.

Hearing this title, Thorne seemed to guess the true identity of the undead monarch.

He did not interrupt, however, and continued to remain silent, listening to the paladin's account of what happened next.

"On the night of this tragedy, a night without the moon." The paladin Avar whispered, and then stared at the gloomy sky:

"A fog of death from the abyss swept over the castle of the mad prince Alois. It is said that the smoke lasted for more than a month. During this time, the mad prince Alois and his army all Hiding in the castle, afraid to set foot in the outside world.

Then on the summer solstice, under the full moonlight, the mad prince's castle strangely turned into the terrifying appearance of the bones in front of him, and the castle disappeared together with his evil servants. "

"It is said that the castle is filled with all the wealth that was looted when the mad prince Alois launched the war to destroy the country. If you find the castle, you can inherit all the treasures." The paladin stared at the castle, paused for a moment, and continued:

"In that part of history in ancient times, there was a time when many adventurers came to the Corina Peninsula in search of this lost castle, trying to obtain the castle's treasure.

It is a pity that as the legends about the Castle of Bone gradually disappeared in the precipitation of the years, no one has ever discovered the truth of the Castle of Bone. "

"I originally thought this was just an ethereal legend. I didn't expect to actually witness the legendary building here, and it was still in ancient times. I don't know how many years have passed." The paladin said, involuntarily sighed.

After telling the legend, everyone was silent for a while, and the fear of facing the unknown castle was also dispelled a lot.

Then, under the leadership of the paladin Avar, he walked into the arch made of bones.

The moment Thorne, who was following the paladin, entered the castle, he saw that there was enough light in the castle to see through the stones, no, it was the gaps between the bones, illuminating the interior slightly.

But before they could take a few dozen steps, the surroundings became pitch black.

The paladin who led the way thought, and a group of bright light burst out at his fingertips, dispelling the darkness around him.

After entering the castle is a wide corridor, very smooth underfoot, Thorne found that it was not paved with bone, but with real marble.

He also saw that there were many devil reliefs on the marble floor, and the walls on both sides were lined with countless hollow eye sockets and teeth.

Apparently, these were built from skulls.

"Do you regret coming here with me?" Feeling the pulling force from the sleeves, Thorne looked at Kevra's pale face, and joked in a relaxed tone.

The little banshee nodded vigorously, then shook her head quickly.

Thorne chuckled and stroked her hair.

Because this place is in a separate space, he can't contact Taring at all, otherwise he would have sent the timid banshee back to save him trouble here.

"How many skulls are there?" The witch Cecil couldn't help but said when they came to an intersection and found rows of skulls in front of them.

The air inside the castle was dry, and she felt that every breath took away the moisture from her tongue and throat, which forced her to drink a little water from the water bag from time to time to quench her thirst. and anxious feelings.

"This is just the periphery, there are more behind, maybe there are some evil ghost creatures hidden. As a necromancer, you should learn to adapt to this kind of scene." Thorne replied casually.

Sorceress Cecil heard the ranger's ridicule, and looked embarrassed, and the magic amulet in her palm tightened a little again.

"Which way do we take?" The paladin who first walked to the intersection asked, looking at the three roads that appeared in front of him.

"In the middle." The witch sensed the movement of the magic talisman, and without hesitation pointed the paladin to a path in the middle.

The paladin heard the words and continued to go deeper into the middle corridor.

At this time, Lance, the elven swordsman who was at the back of the team, noticed that there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the corner of the wall, apparently the light from his fingertips shone on some kind of metal.

When he saw clearly that what was on the ground was a pile of shiny gold coins, he immediately said, "There is gold here."

"It stands to reason that this castle has existed for thousands of years, but this pile of gold coins has no dust at all, so I think it should be fake, it is best not to touch it casually." Thorne reminded after seeing that everyone was attracted by gold.

Hearing Thorne's words, they really found that the pile of gold coins was too clean, so they put away their curiosity.

"Keep walking." The paladin paused and led the way again.

The group continued on the winding road of the Skull Castle.

During this period, they found many golden treasures and various rare accessories along the way, but these items have one thing in common, as Thorne said, they are very clean.

Moreover, the most strange thing is that the castle is quiet and terrifying, except for the footsteps and breathing of the five of them, there is no sound.

Even if Thorne turned on the "listening device" of the Steel Soul faction, he still couldn't detect any movement.

This castle of bones is like the stream they encountered before, and the silence is terrifying.

Everyone continued to move forward. The paladin came to a corner and found a staircase. Under the guidance of the witch, he walked up without hesitation.

Thorne scanned the walls on both sides and found that the heads of the terrifying dead were extending forward. He suppressed the doubts in his heart and led the little banshee to silently follow behind the paladin.

When everyone walked down the stairs into a spacious hall.

Thorne keenly sensed that in the shadow shaded by the corner of the wall, a dark shadow full of oppression appeared.