The Rise of the Cemetery

The thickest part of Banyue Island is only 17 miles away, so when the team traveled more than 8 miles, they were already approaching the center of the island.

In order to avoid alarming the enemy, they chose to land from the crescent of Banyue Island, which took four or five miles longer than landing at the middle of the moon. This distance may not be a big deal on a flat road, but in a jungle full of ravines and branches, it is a nightmare.

Even though Knight Aitoun had replaced his full body armor with lighter mail armor before setting off, his entire outfit still weighed about 90 pounds (45 kilograms), enough to weigh more than a young woman. This journey through forests, ravines, mountains and ditches would have exhausted him to death. If he hadn't been in good health, he would have been unable to move even a single step. Along the way, the three church knights with complete armor and armor were only left panting heavily, and their faces were pale under their visors.

As the team deepened step by step, everyone could notice the strangeness in the dense forest.

After walking through the dense forest for so long, they didn't even see a small rodent, so they couldn't help but be vigilant.

When the team was exhausted, the two nimble thieves had already gone far away, and the other members stayed on a grassy field among the sparse forests for a short rest.

Here is a piece of withered yellow grass, on one side stands a huge moss-covered rock, its weather-beaten body is enough to shelter from the cold wind blowing from the sea. On the other side of the grassland are a few trees entwined with ivy, and there are a few bushes and grass holly under the feet, which can also bring limited shelter to travelers. Next to the arbor, there is a clear and transparent spring water between the rocks. It is gushing out from the spring, flowing down the rocks, and converging on the ground to form a small pool.

Such a unique beauty will also only be seen by mercenaries and wanderers traveling north and south, but unfortunately they lack a heart to discover and protect the beauty, so in an instant, this forest glade is full of people who are lying here and there. of team members.

People who have never walked through the dense forest of the island will never understand why a strong man as strong as a cow can be exhausted and panting in a short distance of less than ten miles?

The island is facing the wind, and there are uninterrupted storms all year round. Therefore, the trees here are low and dense, and the gaps between the trees are mostly filled by vines climbing randomly, and there is no road for human beings to pass at all. If it wasn't for the ranger's talent in finding ways and the narrow path opened by the machete, it would have been difficult for everyone to make a single step along the way.

Aitoun took off his helmet, revealing a face as sharp as a knife. This is a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a black beard, a shaved head, and a strong but not clumsy body that fully demonstrates his character.

After splashing the water in the pool to cleanse the face, one can't help but feel a little more energetic. Ai Ton took a few sips to relieve the thirst in his throat, and then he walked vigorously, climbed up the huge rock with great effort, and looked forward from afar.

Under the dense and stretching green forest, it was difficult to distinguish some different things between the forest gaps. No matter how carefully the Aitorn knights observed, they couldn't find anything out of the ordinary.

"My lord, they are back!" A companion called softly from below.

When Aitoen jumped down from the huge rock, he happened to see two pale thieves anxiously waiting for him, and there was unconcealable fear and fright in their flustered eyes.

With a thought in his heart, Aitoen winked at the other two companions, turned around and led the two thieves to a corner of the forest, and then began to listen to their reports seriously.

"Undead!...My lord, there are undead!" The reports of the two thieves were surprisingly consistent and fragmented. It could be seen that the two thieves were still in shock from what they saw and heard just now.

A articulate thief finally fully narrated the investigation process just now.

The distance they went out for reconnaissance was not too far, and when they explored more than a mile, they discovered all kinds of strange abnormalities.

The land is degrading, the vegetation is withering, and the green that filled all vision in the first half is replaced by a pale and gloomy mist. And the old tree with lush branches and leaves has become a terrifying monster with teeth and claws, standing alone with a stick in place, revealing a withered body.

Just when they didn't know what happened, they inexplicably passed through a special barrier, and only then did they see the real scene in Banyue Island.

After listening to the detailed description of the two thieves, Ai Ton's heart tightened and relaxed for no reason. The tense thing is that the cultist's lair is close at hand, and the relaxed thing is that he finally lived up to the entrustment and completed his investigation mission.

But after all, these were just following their descriptions. After thinking about it, he felt that it would be more reassuring to see it with his own eyes.

A moment later, the Aitoen knight, who had removed all his metal armor, followed the two thieves silently towards the cultist's lair in the distance.

It was late at dusk, and the dark red halo of the setting sun rolled over the treetops, and the light seemed to dim all of a sudden, but none of this prevented the three hidden figures from walking slowly through the forest.

In a low withered bush, the three of them stopped.

A thief approached the knight and reminded him in a low voice: "My lord, we're here. In front of you is that weird barrier, and you can see the lair of the undead through it!"

Aitoen slightly pushed aside the withered yellow bushes in front of him with his hands, silently examining the front. Because of the rugged and steep cliffs on the side of the island, the trees here are much taller than those on the side of the island. Green and disorderly ancient vine branches stretched everywhere, and low bushes were everywhere, and there was no difference at all at first glance.

But with the thief's reminder, Aitoen found a problem after careful inspection.

The jungle landscape that appeared in front of him obviously didn't match the one around him. Under the humid sea breeze, all the trees are swaying slightly with the wind direction regularly, while the jungle in front just repeats the same scene simply and unchanged.

In addition to the repetition of scenes, the surrounding trees have all withered and withered signs, while the front is still verdant and green, the difference is even more significant.

"Illusion." Aitoen nodded slightly, this should be some kind of special large-scale illusion spell.

Under the signal of Lord Knight, the two thieves led him to grope forward under the cover of trees. Unknowingly, the three of them passed through an invisible and intangible magic shield, and the scene and atmosphere in front of them immediately turned upside down and completely different.

The surrounding tall and dense trees have almost disappeared, replaced by a vast expanse of dark swamp, and the sky above is also replaced by a layer of gray and pale mist. Under this thick layer of mist that is almost like water mist, the outside light can't shine in at all, which makes the invisible barrier and even the air permeate with a suffocating smell of decay.

This dark swamp looks extremely vast, with some solitary rotting wood and needle-leaved thorns scattered here and there. The black soil is no longer static, but flowing and undulating at a slow speed. From time to time, some air bubbles or branches that are not completely rotted will emerge from the depths.

And in the middle of the swamp, stands a majestic and dignified undead castle. With white bones and rotten wood as pillars, undead and black mist as carvings, floating on the swamp. Around the castle stood four bone pillars made of biological skulls, and the pale mist floating in the sky was slowly created by them.

Looking from a distance, the walls and buildings of the Undead Castle are covered with low-level undead creatures of all sizes. Under the command of Lich and Ghost, they are busy building and strengthening the castle. On the swamp around the castle, more than a hundred undead creatures lying on the ground, like hunched human beings, are busy transporting the collected rotten wood back to the castle.

"Ghouls!" Knight Aitorn silently read their names in his heart.

This terrifying undead creature, which would only appear in the nightmares of ordinary people, was no stranger to a church knight. Aitoun, who was lucky enough to participate in the last war against the undead, still remembers the flood of zombie skeletons and ghouls.

Compared with the zombie skeletons with obvious shortcomings, the powerful and agile ghouls are the bottom elite soldiers of the undead forces. Together with ghosts and wraiths, they account for more than 80% of the undead troops.

It's really unexpected that they can still see their ugly figures on such a lonely island hanging overseas.

The three of them retreated quietly for a distance, and found a small piece of bushes that had not been completely decayed. They crouched there and peeked at the undead castle in front of them.

The undead are all ignorant, undead creatures who only know to follow their instincts to wander, and never take the initiative to do things that are meaningless to them. But just looking at the orderly appearance of the group of undead in front of him, one can know that there must be a high-level undead with extremely high intelligence hidden in the castle of the undead in front of him.

"A black knight? Or some blood-sucking nobleman? Or... a lich?"

A series of questions rolled in Aitoen's mind. All he could list were high-level undead who liked to build their own lairs. None of them were easy to deal with, but Lich was the most terrifying among them.

Aren't the five undead liches who have survived for thousands of years currently harming a huge kingdom in Klein Continent? These ugly guys who have violated the meaning of life have lost their glory as intelligent creatures through thousands of years of hard work, and have become evil magical creatures that take pleasure in harming other creatures. Only guys like them who no longer regard themselves as human beings would do such a horrible act of destroying a human country.

Aitoen gently took out a peculiar eye-shaped alchemy prop from his bosom, quietly hid it in the bushes, facing the busy undead castle, and then led the two thieves Slowly back away.

Just when they had just retreated to the edge of the illusion barrier, the barrier in front of them fluctuated suddenly, and a ghost suddenly penetrated from the outside and had a face-to-face meeting with them.