The night is thick, like the dark and cold blood flowing from the rotting corpse, winding between the heaven and the earth.

A scarlet crescent moon hung diagonally in the air, and the light was dim, like the tears in the corner of a woman's eyes.

The tall buildings in the distance have long been blurred by the darkness, and the sturdy water chestnuts have long been blurred.

The smell of negative energy in the air was so suffocating that everything around it seemed damp, and the trees and soil on the ground were as creepy as skin that was beginning to fester.

"It seems that this isolated space is really connected to the Negative Energy Plane Fallen Shadow Underworld." In the darkness, a milky white light suddenly bloomed, followed by the solemn and deep voice of the paladin Ava.

His heavy steel boots stepped on the rotten ground, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he quietly felt the negative energy aura floating in the darkness.

A wisp of an almost invisible dark aura was drilling into the inside of his body along the tiny gaps in his body armor, exuding an icy chill like a flexible poisonous snake.

As a cleric, he could clearly feel that the surrounding space was torn apart by a large hole, and at the same time he was able to detect the negative energy aura overflowing from the dark plane of death.

This rich negative energy is surging like a mountain torrent, and the paladin believes that even a cleric who has reached the legendary realm cannot guarantee that this scar can be successfully repaired.

He really couldn't understand why such a negative energy space that could connect to the Fallen Underworld was hidden here.

If the undead creatures inside came to the Wild Skull Mountains along the path they came here, it would definitely be an unimaginable catastrophe.

"What you mean is that although this space is still integrated with the space of the entire main material plane, it is isolated separately because of the connection to the negative energy plane." Thorne took two steps forward. , looked around in the darkness and said his guess.

It was through the bone altar in the Mad Prince's room that the group was inexplicably teleported to this place without knowing it.

Feeling the rich dark atmosphere and weird atmosphere around him, Thorne's scalp suddenly felt a little numb.

When he was in the dark, he seemed to feel the cold air all over his body, and it was as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him coldly.

Rao, a man with a big heart like him, suddenly came here, and he couldn't help but feel a little fear of the unknown in his heart.

"That's right." The paladin Avar nodded slightly, looked at the chaotic darkness, and said thoughtfully:

"This torn space is likely to have experienced hundreds of years, which means that the negative energy accumulated in it is unimaginable."

After the paladin finished speaking, he took out his holy emblem, and a holy light burst into a dazzling brilliance in the deep and depressed darkness.

Thorne and the elf swordsman Lance instantly felt a warm breath covering their bodies.

This warm feeling is as if they fell into the ice cellar and were suddenly transported to a warm and comfortable room, which is very comfortable.

Soon, the bone-chilling cold caused by the negative energy also disappeared without a trace.

Although this warm divine radiance was very useful to Thorne and Lance, the elf banshee Kevra and the witch Cecil stayed away.

On the contrary, it was the negative energy that pervaded the darkness that benefited them a lot.

"We can't stay here for too long." The paladin Avar took back the holy emblem, and then said to Thorne and Lance:

"Because this space will continue to absorb the vitality of all living creatures, if there is no divine protection, our bodies will become weaker and weaker, until even a thin little skeleton can easily kill you. Once here If you die in this space, your soul may also be completely lost, trapped here forever, unable to be liberated or resurrected."

"Indeed, then don't waste time here, and act as soon as possible." Thorne rubbed the hilt with his right hand and echoed.

After speaking, he stopped his gaze on the only path paved with gravel.

He found that one end of this path was connected to the darkness of nothingness and chaos, while the other end led to a shadowy town in the distance.

Although he didn't quite know what the real reason was for Winster to lead them here.

But in his opinion, it is absolutely inseparable from the distant town.

So everyone walked slowly towards the town from this only path.

After walking in the dark for about ten minutes, Thorne's keen sense of smell felt that there was an ethereal whisper from time to time in the black fog on both sides of the road.

This looming horror movie atmosphere made him realize that there was something unclean, as if hatred for something was constantly being told in his ears.

Even he noticed that the air was filled with an evil gaze of extreme greed and hunger.

Finally, Thorne couldn't help but stop a few steps.

No way, this weird atmosphere was so torturous that he had to tighten every nerve all the time.

But it's not the way to go on like this, because the blind defense is too passive, and he must find a way to solve the source of the problem.

"You feel it too?" Elven swordsman Lance asked aloud as he looked at Thorne who was not looking right.

The paladin Ava, who was walking at the forefront, heard the words and looked back at the two of them.

The two witches and wizards who walked side by side with the little banshee looked at the three men with strange expressions on their faces.

"I feel like I'm being targeted by something," Thorne said truthfully.

Elf swordsman Lance subconsciously glanced at the deep darkness and nodded slightly stiffly.

The paladin Avar touched the hilt of the sword with his right hand and held the holy emblem with his left, standing motionless in the darkness.

The dark space is silent and gloomy, the cold wind makes a creepy howl from time to time, and the leaves hidden in the depths of the darkness are also unwilling to make a rustling sound.

In the dark and distant corner, the slight cry of half-flowing texture winds, melted into the air by the evil breath, and the outline is washed away, leaving only a thin layer, like the skin of a dead person.

Suddenly, the holy gold broadsword of the paladin suddenly unsheathed.

Accompanied by a flash of lightning that suddenly lit up in the darkness, a ghost in the form of a hazy glow appeared in everyone's sight, only to see its pale face with unkempt hair, and it kept murmuring the dead. .

Thorne was the first to bear the brunt, as he was just a stone's throw away from the ghost.

Because of this, he could see the true appearance of the ghost in an instant.

This is a beautiful woman surrounded by slender rags, her face is sweet and moving, and she has a different kind of coldness.

When the ghost was discovered, the scarlet eyes immediately looked at Thorne's eyes, and then let out a faint cry of despair. The sad look on his face really made it extremely easy to have a heart of compassion.

Just as Thorne was stunned, the broad sword in the paladin's hand slashed a deadly sword light, and the ghost wailed mournfully, turning into a mass of gas and dissipating in the darkness.

At the same time, a figure was also reflected by lightning beside the elf swordsman, but it was not a beautiful and charming ghost, but a **** female corpse.

The head of the female corpse was covered with long black wet hair, and she was wearing a very ordinary rag dress. The most frightening thing was a pair of beautiful red dancing shoes on her feet.

The pair of dancing shoes inlaid with gold-edged butterflies are very old, the dull red has mottled patterns and pieces of leather that are worn bare.

At this time, Lance was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the female corpse that his eyes went straight, and he kept talking to himself, frightened and frightened.

The paladin who solved the ghost saw this scene, and mercilessly swung the second sword, this illusory female corpse was instantly wiped out by him neatly.

On the other side, a terrifying scene also appeared in front of the little banshee and the witch.

They were stopped by the corpse of a long-haired female in a broken long dress and covered in blood.

What is chilling is that four identical figures appeared on the ground where the female corpse was standing at the same time.

It can't be said to be a human figure, because it is a shadow that appears on the ground out of thin air.

There is no person, only the shadow of a person, just like a human figure, or a shadow looking up from the ground. Shadows surrounded the female corpse, as if performing some kind of evil ritual, and as if launching a deadly raid on the two.

Seeing this, Thorne was preparing to draw out his long sword to support him.

Suddenly, he felt an eerie feeling on his back, as if something was looking at him repeatedly with gloomy eyes, because the emotions contained in his eyes were so strong that it became like a substance. generally.

He was all too familiar with this feeling. When he was wandering in the Great Sword Mark Mountains, he was often locked by Mara's hunters with this kind of gaze, and then secretly launched a surprise attack on him.

Thorne can clearly feel the killing intent and hunger in his eyes, which means that a hunter in the dark is thirsting for his flesh and blood.

It is normal to encounter such undead creatures with extreme emotions in this space.

After all, this place is connected to the underworld of fallen shadows, and naturally there are many undead creatures with very strong negative emotions.

Thorne, who was already mentally prepared, reached out to touch the hilt of the sword, and turned sharply to look at the dark withered grass diagonally behind.

In an instant, he met a pair of scarlet eyes full of madness and animality.

When the murderous undead noticed that Thorne had found it, it immediately grinned at it, jumped, and emerged from the dead grass under the scarlet moonlight.

Thorne found that this was a strange-looking large wolf-like creature, very similar to the dire wolf.

In addition to its rotting flesh and blood, it also has huge claws and a long, narrow face.

The fur of this wolf-like undead creature is mottled and tattered, and from the dilapidated holes, the bones hidden inside can be seen.

It should be an undead creature that was automatically transformed after being eroded by negative energy, Thorne thought.

Although the undead creature was not a big threat to him, he still needed to be extra careful.

Because of the undead creatures that are usually transformed from beasts, their sharp fangs are highly poisonous. As long as they are scratched a little, the wound will immediately fester under the double blow of negative energy and corpse poison.

And it will continue to spread to other parts of the body, causing the victim to fall into a state of extreme weakness in a very short period of time.

At the moment when the undead wolf pounced, Thorne made a large sideways, successfully dodging the pounce, and the steel soul sword with pale blue light in his hand slashed at its neck.

The undead wolf fell to Thorne's feet with a plop, and the scarlet eyes dimmed immediately.

Immediately afterwards, a rotten wolf head was separated from the wolf body, and the dead could no longer die.

After eliminating the undead wolf, Thorne immediately looked to the other side of the battlefield.

It just happened to find that the horrors transformed by ghosts had already been eliminated by the paladins, and Lance also recovered from the fear.

"There are undead creatures hidden everywhere in the darkness. It may not be easy for us to enter the distant town." The paladin Avar put away his broad sword and took the initiative to extinguish the halo that served as lighting, and everyone instantly fell into the deep darkness. middle.

"Do you mean to go back the same way?" The pale-faced elf swordsman Lance looked in the direction of the paladin and expressed his thoughts.

"That's what it means." Ava nodded solemnly, looking at the chaotic darkness and said:

"Obviously, this is a space occupied by undead creatures. Even if we successfully enter the small town where we still don't know what the situation is, we still need to face the countless surging undead army. Only a few of us Strength, I am afraid that it is impossible to deal with it at all, it is better to go back temporarily and think about it in the long run.”

As soon as the words fell, several people in the darkness fell into contemplation.

"Since we can't go in openly, why don't we choose to sneak in quietly." Thorne walked to the elf banshee Kefla and suggested to the paladin.

"Hidden?" The paladin who didn't react for a while looked at Thorne with a puzzled face.

"Kevra, you didn't learn a lot of necromantic spells, think about it carefully, is there any spell that can block the perception of undead creatures." Thorne did not answer the paladin's question, but looked at the little banshee.

"Well... let me think about it." Kevra nodded obediently, frowned again, and made a contemplative look.

"There's a spell called 'necromancy' that makes it impossible for the undead to sense our presence. "Soon, Kevlar responded to Thorne's question.

"Then give it a try, if it still doesn't work, you can only go back the same way." Thorne finished, looking at the silent witch Cecil.

"That's the only way." The witch sighed softly, agreeing with the Ranger's suggestion.

Seeing this, Kevlar found a piece of rotting bone from the rotting ground, and then asked Thorne for a silver coin to use as a spell casting material.

Immediately afterwards, he began to cast a spell to shield the undead on several people.