The twenty or so people who settled in the Dark Source Light Sect were just a small problem worth mentioning for Gao Shan Fort, and they could be handled at hand.

Hurt walked over and whispered a few words to Richard, who immediately had a look of surprise on his face.

"Really?"

Seeing Hurt nodding violently, he reached out and beckoned the two monsters over to say a few words, and walked down the stairs to the second floor.

The castle, which has just been built, has not yet had time to be renovated, and only temporary lighting equipment is available in the lobby. Now the sun has set, and the entire second floor is in a daze. Standing in the center and looking left and right, the slightly curved corridor gradually disappears into the darkness with no end in sight, and it is very deep.

The building materials of the castle are very solid, and the hustle and bustle of the downstairs reaches the top, and there is only a little bit left. And at this moment, there was a constant whimper in front of him, adding to the gloom.

"Knock, knock, knock. A little sound stirred up cascading echoes.

In order to prevent possible intruders, the floor underfoot is specially designed. No matter how careful you are, stepping on it will inevitably bring out a noticeable footstep sound.

Richard followed the sound and walked over, turned right and reached open a wooden door.

With the little light left, he saw Nehru's figure huddled in a corner and wept heartbreakingly.

His appearance was no different from usual, but if you looked closely, it was not difficult to notice the abnormality - tears dripped down his jaw and gradually faded in mid-air, and his body moved as usual, but a glance at it always gave people a sense of uncertainty.

More importantly, if this is Nehru, who is the kobold lying not far away, his face blue and his life has long been cut off?

A slender woman was crouching across from Nehru, her chin pressed against her knees. Turning her head at the sound of footsteps, it was Anne.

"Richard, he ...... He's dead. "The half-elf chick's eyes are red.

Nehru has always been synonymous with fly-camping, incompetence and treachery, and the people in the mountain castle are also very generous, but they don't care much about him as a harlequin, and even enjoy watching him make jokes to relieve his boredom. But to be honest, few people show as much sorrow for his death as Anne.

This half-elf has a very soft compassion and kindness in his heart, which is even rarer than diamonds these days.

She is genuinely worried about what has happened to the most ordinary people, and she is sincerely happy about the achievements of others.

Even if it inevitably seems out of place at times, such as in the face of Elizabeth, an opponent who is wary of the lord, she is also full of sympathy.

But Richard chose to maintain as much as he could—since the world was already so hard, don't let it get harder. How boring it would be if it was so cold that it was only calculation.

"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!" Nehru wept and wailed hoarsely, venting his anguish as harshly as scraping a plate with an iron fork.

A sufficiently powerful spiritual source has finally manifested its effect after death, and it is a little too late.

Spirits have always been the rarest breed of undead, and they have never seen a second one in an army of more than 100,000 people.

After Nehru was killed by a ghost, he became a ghost again by virtue of his original strength and obsession with life. The probability is so small that it deserves to be recorded in a special book for future generations to see.

can die in the hands of the famous "Glimpse of Death", and he is really not wronged.

The Grim Reaper's Glimpse is an extremely rare existence even among the ghosts, a rarity among the rare, and there are only a few conclusive records in the entire history of mankind. If it weren't for the fact that Alpine Fort has been collecting information related to Titans and the undead recently, it would be impossible to know about this kind of cold rumor in the horns.

It is said that they carry a touch of divinity of the god of death, so that they can take on the appearance of the god of death in mythology, which is only a false rumor. But one thing is true - Glimpse of Death's attack is very evil, and in addition to normal damage, it also comes with a very small probability of "death"!

That is to say, no matter how advanced your cultivation is and how vigorous your life is, as long as you go out and don't look at the probability of being hit by the yellow calendar and unfortunately bumping into it, dying on the spot is the only ending!

Coupled with the fact that it came and went without a trace as a ghost, the power of Glimpse of Death was undoubtedly one of the most terrifying assassins, although not very powerful.

If it weren't for the scarcity of numbers, perhaps the entire course of history would have been rewritten.

Speaking of which, Nehru can be regarded as blocking Richard.

This thing was too pretentious at the time, and a ray of light raised his hand directly disintegrated the resistance ability of all the undead spellcasters, and it seemed to outsiders that the Magister was nothing more than that. Grim Reaper Glimpse naturally likes to attack the strongest, so he chooses to attack kobolds.

If there is no such thing, I am afraid that the only target will be Richard himself.

But when it comes to luck, the lord is a bitter hand, and he doesn't want to bet on whether he can escape the sanction of probability!

"My lord, will I go to heaven when I die?" asked Nehru when he suddenly looked up.

In addition to the difficulty of being born, another important reason for the scarcity of ghosts is that they need to go through the test of daylight.

Most ghosts can only survive for one night after birth, and when the sun shines on the earth the next day, even hiding in the darkness will not avoid the end of the ashes.

Even Thutmose, as a dragon soul, was born with extremely high quality, and he had to rely on the spirit contained in the dragon crystal to ensure his survival, and you can imagine how difficult the situation of ordinary ghosts is.

When the sun rises tomorrow and everyone else has a new day, he will dissipate completely. This kind of feeling of being able to watch death approach step by step, but not doing anything, is clearly as painful as Ling Chi's thousand cuts!

So he began to pin his hopes on the world after death, and the so-called paradise that he once disdained became the last straw.

"You're dreaming. The lord rolled his eyes unceremoniously, and let out a cold snort from his nose, piercing like a cold winter wind.

"As you die, you don't pee on yourself. I still want to go to heaven, and I have some points in my heart. You're going to hell, or eighteen layers of hell!"

The words were like a series of cannons, and the kobold's last thoughts were scattered.

"Richard!" Anne stomped her foot in anger, "why are you doing this!"

Nehru's body flashed with a wave, and he asked with a sad face, "What then?"

"Find a way not to die. ”

When he really faced the most feared death, the kobold's mind suddenly seemed to be enlightened, and he cried regardless of holding Richard's thighs: "My lord, help me!"

Nehru's application for enlistment was received in the system panel, and it didn't flicker as before.

"Just wait. The lord said angrily.