Suddenly, the lords breathed a sigh of relief and even laughed.

"It's fine, hahahaha, it's fine. I've said that His Highness the Lich King could not have anything to do, he is not human."

"You said it earlier? That's not what you said just now."

"Did I just say something?"

"You have said a lot, and have been talking for a day."

"Okay, let's go and meet His Highness the Lich King." Benedict II rode on the horse.

Everyone was laughing, but Yilin didn't, and her face was still covered with haze.

...

The fiery red sunset shines slanted.

Under the leadership of the Dead Knight, they walked through winding roads, passed one by one, and passed the dense and crowded sea of ​​undead. Despite more than a year, these lords were more or less afraid of the undead. This was even more so when facing such a large number of undeads.

This time, no undead came out to stop them. Silently, the undead seemed to think they did not exist.

The castle suspension bridge slowly lowered, and the lords got off their horses and walked into the dark castle one by one.

The undead knight walking in front picked up a torch hanging from the iron frame on the wall, lit it, used it for lighting, and then took them in little by little.

The undead does not need lighting, and if it were not for the arrival of the lords, they would not even need torches.

The whole castle was quiet and full of dilapidated atmosphere everywhere.

With the light of fire, the lords could clearly see that there were soldiers guarding almost every corner, but they were like the undead outside without any movement.

Following the circular staircase, they walked step by step to the main building of the castle, until they were high and through the windows, they saw the sun again.

Under the leadership of the Dead Knight, the lords finally arrived in front of a huge wooden door on the top floor.

Turning sideways, the Dead Knight holding the torch takes aside: "Please come in."

After saying that, the Undead Knight stopped moving, just like other undead, standing quietly. He didn't even open the door.

The lords looked at each other one after another.

Yilin's eyebrows were frowning even more tightly.

Hesitating, Benedict II walked forward and reached out to push open the door.

A dilapidated, dark hall appeared before them.

There is no decoration, and there is even gravel on the ground. The only light source in the entire hall is the basin placed in the middle.

The fire swayed so much that the shadows reflected on the stone pillars were filled with a certain terrifying atmosphere.

Suddenly, the lords couldn't help but hold their breath.
Chapter completed!