"Did you see it?"

The Paparal asked in a low voice.

Fang Zhu's eyes searched in the woodland, and mist as thin as a veil was hanging above the forest. In the dark shadows there, several pale shadows appeared silently, wandering around the edge of the forest like a ghost, and then disappeared.

There are also some strange undead creatures, skeletons or zombies, with rugged blue fire flashing in their eyes, and they are walking in heavy steps in groups, passing silently through the forest. The direction of Altori was shrouded in a layer of mist, silently and a remaining spire could be seen from afar.

A skinny monster was entrenched on the spire, and he was patrolling around with his eyes flashing with pale flames. It made a sharp cry, and suddenly opened its broken wing bones, flew into the air, and circled around the spire for a week above the forest.

Ai Xiaoxiao was so scared that she screamed, but just as she released a syllable, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. The little girl turned her agile eyes and looked around. She breathed a sigh of relief. She patted her chest and said, "Huh... Ai Xiaoxiao, Ai Xiaoxiao, Fortunately, you reacted quickly enough..."

Hongye was joking while listening, and couldn't help but look back at her, then look at Fang Zhu not far away. Her light brown gaze couldn't help but reflect a kind of humor, thinking that everyone in this team is so interesting.

"It looks like that undead army has attacked Altori."

"The Crow Claw Temple has always kept the news from the north, which has a lot of doubts."

Silvede's avatar was reflected in the crystal. She looked at the scene through the light screen and said - the beautiful face of the ship's officer fell into Fang Yu's eyes. As for looking from other directions, it was just a ray of faint fire projected from the black crystal.

Fang Zhu picked up the record crystal and took this scene.

There was a rustling sound of shrubs shaking from behind him. Blackbo walked out of the branches of cedar with a tall and burly man, and said to everyone: "To the west of the castle, we know a road leading to that place, about an hour or two."

The tall man behind Blackbo was named Kwid Longyan, who was the real leader of the redeemed person. Of course, he did not originally call this name, but it is said that he had seen Nico Polas with his own eyes. The moody dragon witch not only did not kill him, but also left a mark on him.

The mark remained on the latter's left chest, like a golden claw mark, with golden flames rising out all the time, as if it would burn through its soul at any time. A few days ago, the founder of the Redeemer received news from Blackbeau and appeared at Ash Tree Ridge with several redeemers, and had briefly described his experience to everyone.

He showed everyone the mark, reminding Fang Zhuo more than once of the power of Ms. Misu left on Dictor.

Through the ring of golden flames, Fang Zhu instinctively became familiar with the same power, which also means that the other party is not lying. It is unknown what purpose Nico Polas or Ms. Misu did not kill the other party and left this mark.

“That’s a contract.”

The man answered concisely.

He pressed the mark with his hands: "I understand that everyone may not believe it, but I can feel her intention."

"That lady gave me this kind of strength to do something, and what I do now is just to obey such wishes."

"As for others who think we are followers of the Dragon Witch, of course you can think so too."

Although it sounds a bit incredible, honesty makes people trust. Fang Yu has seen too many hypocritical people who conceal his behavior, and can appreciate such frankness even more. Moreover, he has always understood that the dragon witch has two completely different souls in his body—

He heard Blackbeau's words and once again turned his eyes to the latter. The tall man, wearing a leather armor, put his bearskin on his shoulders, carrying a giant sword, and carrying a magic furnace with a steel hook underneath. His bronze face was full of seriousness, and he nodded in this direction.

The two brought several redeemed people.

On the side of Fang Zhu, there are only Sha Ye, Hongye, Paparal people, Luo Hao, Jita, Ai Xiaoxiao, Ailisa, and the elf lady who was standing by the forest with a longbow on her back, plus the people brought by Hongye, who were all in this operation.

In addition, Xiaokawa, whose body had just recovered, and the young man named Bann also participated in the operation with Saya.

After receiving the reply, Fang Yu said:

"Then let's set off now."

He stopped and looked at the bleak scene in the direction of Artori.

The Paparals held their crossbow and jumped off the pack of an old tree, and suddenly spoke, "Wait, I have a question, where have the residents of Artori gone?"

Before he finished speaking, several eyes suddenly swept over and fell on him. There were tens of thousands of people living in the four towns in the north, and everyone wanted to know where these people went, but it was obvious that this problem was a bit out of place at this time.

He looked at the vast forest around him and couldn't help but shudder. He thought he had asked the wrong thing, so he quickly closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"Maybe don't think so much..." Alisa replied with a little difficulty: "Maybe they were trapped somewhere, just like those underground in the Piriyed Mountains."

The Paparals shook their heads, a little disapproving: "But in comparison, I would rather believe that it was the Crow Claw Temple that covered up the news, and there might be any conspiracy behind them-"

"Shut up your crow's mouth, Parker."

But everyone knows in their hearts that so many people are trapped in one place can't be said anyway, but is there really a way for the Temple to cover up the news on such a wide range?

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Everyone's heart was a little heavy and silently embarked on the road.

There was no starlight in the winter night, and the whole forest was dark, and there was no fingers. Even the thick snow under my feet dyed the night color, and it was pitch black. Everyone walked through a dense forest, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The tall and burly man, Kweider, occasionally took out a small star orbit to judge the direction. Did they deviate from their original route?

The naturalist also had a more compact star orbital in her hand. She kept comparing the directions of the two horizontal and vertical tracks above to make sure that the pointer always faces the west, and then turned around and nodded to the square pulp.

The monster standing above the spire of the Altoric direction would occasionally fly over the forest, but fortunately they were not found below, but the shadow of its huge wings was terrifying every time.

They dare not use torches, and they can only move forward based on their feelings, grouped in two groups, and helped each other, and the front and back queues were not far away to prevent anyone from getting lost.

After about half of the time, they crossed several hills and finally gradually moved away from the direction of the monster's flight and entered a valley. Entering a valley, snow fell from the hillside, flooding the forest, and the stream below melted the snow slope and solidified into ice, like a glacier.

Then everyone lit up the torches, and there was no trace of the dead in the forest. There were only some rustling sounds in the darkness, and occasionally the bushes moved, which shocked everyone - but it was just a wild beast hiding under the bushes overwintering the winter, and ran away by the frightened fire.

Blackbo had a map in his hand. Following the guide on the map, he could reach under the Snowstone Fort by following the "glacial" guide. The castle was built on a cliff. After walking along the frozen stream for about half an hour, he saw the castle from afar - standing on the top of the mountain.

It took another quarter of an hour to climb up the hillside, and head north along the cliff, and cross a few rugged rocks before they came to the castle.

Fang Zhushi signaled everyone to extinguish the torches, walked out of the woodland, looked up at the exterior wall of the castle - the gray stone wall was covered with thick moss, and a layer of snow was covered with gray under the night.

Alisa and Miss Elf walked over with a roll of rope. "Miss Atira," Fang Rong was a little worried and reminded him: "Be careful." Our Miss Nightingale looked like a taste and said angrily: "Master, are you too biased?"

"That's different," Fang Rongfeng knew that the other party was joking with him, and replied: "Miss Aitela is like a sister in my heart."

"Tsk, one is thicker than the other."

The Elf Miss swept the snow on his shoulder and signaled him not to worry with her eyes.

This is true. The two of them easily climbed to the wall. The Elf Miss was agile. Although she was the saint of the Temple of the Holy Tree, she was no less than her sister, who was the twins of the Nightingale.

She even reached out and let the vines on the city wall hang down, and grabbed the two of them and rolled them up. Then the two of them hung down the rope from there, and Kweider took the people one by one, and finally the tall and burly man climbed up the rope.

The courtyard of the castle was quiet, but Atira grabbed the Paparals who were about to take a step and pointed in a direction. Only then did everyone see that there were several undead creatures wandering in the darkness there.

But they are all low-level undead, with bone racks hanging with tattered clothes.

But Aitela took the longbow from behind and turned around to look at the others. Several rangers followed suit and aimed at their own targets. They let go of the bowstrings, and a few arrows came out, only one or two fell into the air, flew through the gap in the skeleton's ribs, and hit the wall and made a low sound.

But the Elf's arrow hit the skeleton's head accurately, and the arrow passed through there, bringing a touch of blue fire, and with a slight "click", the bone frame fell down all of a sudden.

A few blue fires exploded in the darkness, and the undead creatures fell down one by one.

However, a low growl suddenly came from the bottom of the city wall, and a tall zombie rushed out of the stable in that direction. The half of the rotten face was filled with pus, shaking, and rushed up along the horse path of the city wall with its teeth and claws.

Kweed took a short spear from his waist and threw it hard. The silver-gray short spear hit the zombie and penetrated the brain. The monster fell backwards and then rolled down the ladder.

The former jumped down the stairs in two or three steps, landed next to the zombie's corpse, lowered his head and fiddled with his hands. After confirming that the latter had died of breath, he pulled out his short spear and brought out a stream of yellow pus, which made Ai Xiaoxiao on the city wall feel sick.

However, Fang Yu saw it clearly. The moment the other party threw the spear before, a golden light flashed in his eyes.

He was not unfamiliar with the light, and the ring of golden flames on his chest was slightly hot.

He covered the ring with his hands and took everyone down.

There was no threat in the courtyard. Fang Yu looked up at the main body of the castle hidden in the darkness in the distance. It was about four floors high and divided into three buildings in the southeast and west. There were countless rooms in the hall, study and dormitory.

He had seen similar fortresses in Istaña, but the styles of castles in the north and south are completely different. It can only be said that they may be somewhat similar in function. They did not have a structure diagram of the castle in their hands, and they could only use the stupidest method to search for this place in a carpet style.

"Where is the servant's room?"

“Is there a dungeon here?”

"Is there a temple?"

Fang Yu divided the people into several groups, and went to explore the place in groups of three and three to save time as much as possible.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Kweed also used the same method. He and Blackbo each led a team of people to explore the buildings on the east and south. Blackbo and Fang Zhu and others said he took care of it, and then led the people in that direction. Fang Zhu and others also scattered one by one, entering the main building on the west from the hall.

They checked layer by layer, and there were some scattered undead creatures wandering in the dark corridors in the castle, but they were not difficult to deal with. The clothes worn by these undead creatures were obviously seen as servants and guards here during their lifetime.

The person who was acting with Fang Zhu was Jita and the Elf Miss. The former was turning around and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Ed, how many servants and guards are there?"

Fang Zhu shook his head.

These wandering undead may not be truly transformed by the dead, but the starry light they scattered here combined with the power of darkness to form such an image.

But it is unknown where the servants and guards finally went, only those empty rooms and whispers that linger here seemed to tell what had happened here.

It seems that the undead have also attacked here, but for some purpose, it has become an eternal mystery. Perhaps it cannot be ruled out that there is another force that killed everyone here in a short time, otherwise it is impossible to explain why none of the guards and servants escaped from this place.

"Have Bain's friends really been here?" asked the naturalist lady, her voice softly in the darkness.

"And there are people from the Altori Adventurers Guild," she blinked her eyelashes up and down, "If they died in this place, can they see these undead here?"

"Maybe you can ask someone else."

Fang Yu searched on the bookshelf and lit a candle, picked it up from the table, and swept it around with a faint light. A thin layer of gray was accumulated in the room. Jita had already judged it before. It would be like this for at least one or two months without anyone taking care of it.

But judging from the rumored time when the army went south, it would not be possible for a month or two, that is, the time when the "living people" left this place, may have been far earlier than before Artori's fall.

Calculate the time, it happened to be almost the same as the timeline of the disappearance of two of Bain's friends.

He silently wrote down this detail in his heart, put the books that had no information back, without a log, and no written records. Either there was nothing strange here, or the people who left here took away all the information.

The voices of others soon came from the communication crystal:

“There is nothing on the fourth floor, and the attic is empty.”

“The same goes for the third floor.”
To be continued...