Dick was not ignorant of legends, he was just not interested, and for him, legends were just fictional stories attached to antiques to fool the rich, so Dick never delved into the content of legends.

According to legend, the Ghost Scepter emerged from the Peak of the Dead, and then it led the undead warriors from this place called the Canyon of the Dead, all the way west, but suddenly overnight, the undead warriors all over the ground disappeared, and legend has it that they returned to the Canyon of the Dead, waiting for the next summons.

OH! GOD！ It's the 21st century! There are still people who believe that this story can only appear in magic movies!

Dick didn't want to discuss the details of this legend with Mr. Min, as far as Dick knew, the legend did not mention the military fortress of the Canyon of the Dead, but in any case, this fortress objectively appeared in front of him, and perhaps there was a more moving legend behind the fortress.

Faced with this lifeless Black Fortress and his competitor Tchaikov, who was one step ahead of him, Dick felt that he had to come up with a feasible plan, but after discussing it with Mr. Min and Chen Badai for a long time, several people were not in agreement.

"Tchaikov should have been burned to death in the magma!" Dick became irritable again, and the fireplace that had been burning all night had long since been extinguished, but it was not cold in the house during the day.

As Dick shouted, several men appeared outside the house, holding cheese, bacon, vegetables, and "the best wine in the world," and without saying a word, put their things on the table and left.

"Are these people dumb?" Dick poured himself a glass of wine and muttered.

"Poof! What the fuck is this? Dick squirted out a sip of wine......

Hunger, cold, and thirst make the taste buds accept all food, as long as it provides energy, and a well-fed Dick has clearly recalled the taste of Bordeaux wine in the warm ballroom, and is beginning to reject what he called "the most delicious wine in the world" last night.

"It's raspberry wine, Dick, it's unbuyable." Mr. Min laughed.

"I'd rather die of thirst than drink this thing!" Dick dropped the wooden glass and picked up a piece of cheese.

Mr. Min and Chen Badai got up early in the morning, they climbed up the nearby mountain, trying to measure the canyon of the dead on the spot, but the winding canyon could not see the end, although the sun was good, the depths of the canyon were still shrouded in mist, revealing a trace of mystery and silent majesty.

The plants on the slopes are also black, with purple-black raspberries, which are the only thing that can be used to make wine here.

"Even the plants here are black." Chen Badai seemed to be talking to himself, "It's lifeless, no wonder it's called the Valley of the Dead." ”

"Back then, it was full of greenery, but after the army of the undead came, everything changed." Mr. Min said.

Talking and gossiping, they could only wait for the High Priest to summon him, and although no one said anything, they all felt that the High Priest knew they were coming, and that the High Priest would give them the most important information to find the Ghost Scepter!

In the evening, the beautiful scenery of the sunshine Jinshan was fleeting again, the cold wind and the wet and cold fog seemed to be agreed, the sun arrived here in the first second after setting, Chen Badai lit the fireplace, and all the people returned to the house together, under the protection of the fire and the house, waiting, and after a while, the cold wind brought the chanting of those ghosts and gods from the canyon, Chen Badai knocked on his head, and the wind sounded like a spell, desperately pouring into his head.

"Jingle Bell...... The familiar bell of Jingle ......" appeared at the door, Chen Badai stood up and walked to the door, the leader was on a horse, he put on a bearskin coat again, but on his head was a helmet with a visor, which looked a little mad in the flickering firelight, followed by two rows of soldiers in armor and weapons, Chen Badai felt as if he had traveled back in time to the Middle Ages......

"The High Priest summons you." The leader said slowly with an expressionless face.

The three of them followed behind the horse, two columns of soldiers silently carried torches to escort them to the outside of the castle, the gate of the castle was closed, the soldiers patrolling the city wall saw them, the heavy city gate opened to both sides, there was a fence gate behind, Chen Badai heard the people in the city shouting the trumpet, pushing the huge wheel axle, and raising the fence gate.

Ten minutes passed before the gates were completely opened.

"Follow me." The leader said, and the horse snorted, raised its hooves and stepped into the castle.

The dull sound of horses' hooves stepped through the long corridor and entered a square in a castle, at the other end of the square, the leader jumped off his horse, and the soldiers of the guards led the horse away, Chen Badai saw the long staircase in front of him, and the flames in the two braziers on both sides of the staircase were beating.

"Follow me." The leader still spoke slowly, and the three of them followed him, climbing the stairs, and the black door at the end of the stairs slowly opened.

"What does the High Priest do?" Dick felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but ask.

But then Dick felt that his words were superfluous, and followed the leader into the hall, which was not magnificent, but at least much brighter than the other houses, and the pillars of the hall and the braziers of various sizes on the walls were filled with fuel, and the candles of several candlesticks were also dancing with flames, and people felt a burst of warmth when they entered.

The leader took off his bearskin coat, and Chen Badai saw that he was wearing a shiny armor inside.

Mr. Min looked at the hall by the bright light of the fire, but then he was a little disappointed, in such a majestic castle, there should have been some valuable things, but here it was very simple, the decoration was almost the same as the room covered with animal skins where he lived, and there was almost no decoration that usually showed the aesthetic ability of the owner, even the brazier was a rough product preliminarily carved from black stone.

In the middle of the hall was a long table, again without stools, and the skins on both sides were prepared for everyone to sit on the ground.

This is contrary to what everyone thinks, and it is generally believed that the castle of the high priest must be magnificent.

"General Gorg, thank you for bringing your guests here." Dick, who was standing at the long table, was thinking about what kind of medicine the leader was selling in his gourd, when he heard a slow and heavy voice behind him.

"High Priest of Kelland, it's a pleasure to see you again." The leader bowed modestly.

This leader turned out to be a general?! This surprised Dick, and when he turned his head, Dick angrily cried out: "Tchaikov! You're here! ”

Behind the high priest named Kailan, he was followed by Tchaikov and the others.

"Aha! Dick Kid, meet again! Tchaikov smiled heartily: "Let's have a brother's hug!" ”

Dick was eager to rush up and kill him, but Mr. Min dug him down.

"All of you will ferry your souls here......" The high priest said in a heavy and slow voice, Chen Badai only noticed at this time that the high priest was an old man in his 70s, he was wearing a red burqa embroidered with an unknown pattern, his face was withered, and his eyes were blank, Chen Badai looked closely, he was a blind man, and there were two cloudy and white eyes in his eye sockets.

"Sit down, scepter." The High Priest of Kelland, supported by General Gorg, sat down on the throne in the main hall and spoke in a heavy, slow voice.

The High Priest's voice seemed to have magical power, and everyone sat honestly cross-legged on the floor, and Dick was no exception.

Wang Xingguo sat down, across the long table was Chen Badai, the two met here, somewhat embarrassed, Chen Badai twisted his face to the side, Wang Xingguo wanted to speak and stopped, Xia Ruobing beside him gently squeezed his hand.

"Looks like you're not running faster than I am." Dick said to Tchaikov across the table.

"Ha......" Tchaikov did not want to quarrel with Dick, he picked up a piece of black bread, tore off it, and squinted at Dick.

"Brother of the same ancestor, descendant of the Red Dragon, why are you so resentful?" The High Priest said slowly.

Dick turned his head in astonishment to look at the High Priest sitting on the throne, his cloudy eyes were looking at him, and the blind eyes seemed to penetrate Dick's heart.

"Do you know who I am?" Dick's voice trembled a little.

The high priest didn't answer, he slowly turned his "gaze" to Chen Badai: "Children from the mountains, I hope the food here will remind you of the taste of your hometown." ”

Chen Badai was chewing on a piece of bacon, and when he first ate it yesterday, he felt that it tasted very similar to his mother's craftsmanship.

Chen Badai's eyes widened, he stopped chewing, and awkwardly held the half-torn bacon in his hand.

"High Priest, do you know who we are?" Mr. Min was shocked, and the blind old man in front of him, who was not good-looking, seemed to understand everything.

"Oh...... O obsession seeker, soon ...... Soon ......," muttered the high priestess, "the enchanting little beauty, the only princess here, your parents have led you here." ”

Wang Xingguo couldn't help but clench his fist with one hand, Xia Ruobing gently grabbed his hand and shook his head at him.

From the moment they came, Wang Xingguo felt that this place was full of mystery, and the fortress in this canyon could not be built in one generation, but the dilapidated scene made Wang Xingguo judge that this fortress had been built for at least a thousand years! This place is very unsuitable for human existence, their productivity is still in the era of slash-and-burn farming, why haven't the people who are struggling to survive here have left?

From the point of view of the military, many of the houses here are like fortresses, artificially carved into dense roads and open spaces in this not spacious canyon, and such a complex has only one purpose, that is, to kill as many invading enemies as possible, and how can there be enemies here?

Or maybe there was once a terrible foe here—the legend that almost disappeared from the world, like a tidal wave of the undead......

"Hello, High Priestess, do you have something to say to us when you summoned us?" Xia Ruobing said politely.

Pandey, who had always been very smug, had been silent, and it seemed that he had been exhausted from the work of repairing the bridge for the past few days, and he drank another glass of raspberry wine, put his glass away, and prepared to listen carefully to the words of the high priest.

"Before crossing the Black River, ferry your souls ......," the High Priest said slowly.

Tchaikov was able to come and go, and not long after they arrived, the man who had been his guide, now called General Gorg, asked them to build a bridge, and the river that tumbled black splashed from the canyon of the dead, but where it flowed, and the bridge seemed to have been ruined for centuries! In the spirit of benefiting the local people, Tchaikov and the others had been cutting wood and repairing the bridge for several days, and they were so tired that they were about to fall apart, and only then did they wait for the high priest's call, but the high priest's slow and heavy way of talking was indeed a little anxious.

The High Priest has proposed ferrying souls several times, but how to ferry? Tchaikov was a little breathless, but he didn't know where to start.