Felta Undead Empire, Feynman Province, Belez City, 70 km northwest, Viscounty of Tarcosa.

Since the end of the faction war a thousand years ago, the provinces of Feynman and Irma, which originally belonged to the Dia Undead Empire, have been separated, and together with the newly acquired land of the undead in the war, they form the entire territory of the Felta Undead Empire. Feynman Province, which was originally the frontier of the undead territory, has since become a safe rear, and over time, this fairly well-developed land has become a sweet spot in the eyes of the emerging nobles of the Felta Undead Empire.

And as a subordinate who has served the royal family of the Dia Empire for more than 1,500 years, even if the corpse witch Tarcosa is not the original undead, but by never making a mistake and working diligently, it is logical to become a nobleman and obtain the title of baron.

Later, with the establishment of the Felta Empire of the Undead, Baron Tarcosa, who was assigned to the nascent empire along with the barony in Feynman Province, was lucky enough to take off the baronial title that he had worn on his head for hundreds of years, and could finally proudly add a pair of swords representing the viscount to his coat of arms.

Of course, like all the old undead, Viscount Tarcosa also looks down on the emerging nobles of the Felta Undead Empire, these undead who rely on their military exploits to obtain titles are so rude, without any historical precipitation, and even from their bodies there is no ancient noble bloodline that lasts for more than 10,000 years.

(The bloodline of the undead is not bloodline, and generally speaking, which undead you are resurrected or taught by will belong to the bloodline of which undead.) ）

Therefore, the old nobles, including Tarcosa, have always had a lot of opinions about the continuous encroachment and occupation of the fertile land of Feynman Province by these new nobles, which is also one of the headaches for the undead emperor of Felta.

And whenever Viscount Tarcosa had to back down because of the power of the new nobility, the ruthless corpse witch would take his anger out on the delicate toy.

The culprit who had slaughtered all his relatives and forced him to throw himself into the arms of death for revenge, the former Holy Inquisitor of the Griffon Dynasty, Dildri!

Syllable! The long barbed whip swung with Viscount Tarcosa's swing and slammed into Dildre's body, as a spirit body, Dildre was supposed not to be injured by this whip, and the spirit was born almost completely immune to physical damage.

But the mist-like body of this beautiful female Holy Inquisitor still fell heavily to the ground with the swing of the whip, and the light gray on the surface of her body flickered and dimmed, and it was obvious that her soul felt great pain, and even could not maintain her spiritual body because of this.

In fact, the whip in Tarcosa's hand was made with a special method, and each of those barbs on it would pierce Dildri's soul with the whip, making the woman feel extreme pain, and only then would Tarcosa feel satisfied.

Imprisoned and tortured by this corpse witch for thousands of years, Deirdre had already given up resisting and evading, and she lay on the ground, quietly enduring the pain that seemed to tear her soul apart, waiting for Tarcosa to vent her anger and end this punishment.

Fiercely whipped Dildre with the soul whip in his hand for more than thirty times, Tarcosa watched with satisfaction as this once invincible executioner spread out on the ground like a mess of mud, the damage to his soul made Dildri only maintain a minimum of soul strength, and his entire body almost became a transparent jelly, through the misty body, he could even see the gaps between the stone slabs on the ground.

Tarcosa nodded, as if he was very satisfied with his results, put away the whip and left the dungeon, as for Dildri, he would not worry about this toy, in order to allow himself to torture this woman who ruined his family forever, Tarcosa deliberately spent a huge price to let a high-ranking corpse witch lord solidify the soul constancy technique on Dildri's soul to ensure that this woman can retain a minimum level of soul power. And this makes it impossible for Deirdre to commit suicide even if he wants to.

The dungeon was plunged back into darkness, and only Deirdre lay silently on the ground, waiting for her soul to recover automatically. In fact, torture like the one just now would happen to her at least three times a day, sometimes doubling the number, and that's how she has endured it for more than a thousand years.

She once cried out for the salvation of the light, but unfortunately the light never answered her, and the clouds of the land of death could not penetrate even the power of the Lord of Light, not to mention such a humble believer as Deirdri, so she despaired of the light!

Then she prayed for the gift of death, but she waited for an even more cruel torment, and even the will to die would not accept her soul and grant her eternal peace, so she despaired of death!

For thousands of years, Deirdre pleaded with any god who could pray, from the first search for freedom, to the subsequent thirst for salvation, and finally to death, however, for thousands of years, not to mention the gods, even the devil refused to appear in front of her, she could only bear the pain and darkness day after day, waiting for the day when the final decay would come.

Deathly silence shrouded the dark dungeon, and perhaps only at this time could Deirdre enjoy a little peace.

Of course, at this time, the Viscount Castle did not use the word tranquility at all!

Viscount Tarcosa, who had just left the dungeon, had not yet reached the study to continue his witchcraft research, when he heard a loud noise coming from the gate outside the castle, and with his perception, he could clearly distinguish that it was the sound of his castle gate being destroyed by a violent explosion.

The undead are not a hospitable race, in fact, the undead prefer to entertain a group of corpses rather than a group of living humans, especially if this group of humans also holds weapons full of light power in their hands.

Surprised by this group of intruders who did not know the height of the sky, Tarcosa did not hesitate to raise his hand and a death cloud technique, and the dark clouds rich in death power quickly gathered and enveloped this group of hostile intruders.

"It's Death Cloud, Sally, Praise of the Light!" As the leader, the paladin reminds his teammates while adding divine blessings to himself.

A small light spell was unleashed by the priest standing at the back of the line, followed by a distinctly audible chanting of the Light Tribute to the Holy Light spell that was very restrained against the undead.

Even a low-level Light Salute can instantly deal 200 points of basic Light damage to nearby targets, and for the next minute, it will continue to deal 80 points per round, a total of twelve rounds of Holy Light damage, which can be used to heal teammates and also deal damage to the undead, and for this pure Holy Light energy, the undead obviously cannot turn a blind eye.

And the priest in the team in front of her was obviously not an ordinary person, she was chanting an intermediate light salute, and soon, with the surging of holy light energy, the death energy that filled the entire castle also declined significantly.

Tarcosa didn't have to think about why his guards didn't come out, in the face of such a well-equipped team with formal priests, the guards under his command who hadn't even reached the fourth order were simply moving targets, and they had no effect except to send heads.

As for the more powerful guards, Tarcosa is not qualified to hire them, the undead have a strict hierarchical system, even as a nobleman, Tarcosa himself is just a corpse witch who has not even reached the sixth order, and those who are stronger than him are unlikely to willingly obey his orders.

As the effects of the Praise of Light were revealed, the adventuring party quickly revealed their prowess as each of them quickly pulled out a dispel mask from their backpack to keep out the plague and toxins brought by the Dead Clouds.

Tarcosa raised the staff in his hand and released a magic activation towards the armor used to decorate the hall, and a total of eight armors temporarily gained mobility under the influence of magical power, and surrounded the intruders.

The warriors and barbarians in the team immediately stepped forward and formed an avant-garde with the paladins to protect the fragile mages and priests, and the two archers temporarily gave up the idea of attacking Tarcosa, and the protective arrow barrier on the corpse witch's body was never broken, which made their bows and arrows not enough of a threat, so they had to target the armor of these activities.

Before Tarcosa could breathe a sigh of relief, the sudden beating soul fire brought him a sense of danger, and a detection sneaker was quickly thrown out by Tarcosa, but it was too late, a dagger appeared from behind him, aimed at the back of the corpse witch and stabbed him in the back of the head.

"Damn rats!" Tarcosa cursed, and then unleashed a death blast with a no-chant spell, and the thief hit by the force of death had to withdraw from his stealth, give up the attack, and leave the corpse witch's side as fast as he could.

At the same time, a one-handed hammer composed of holy light smashed into the head of the corpse witch, smashing Tarcosa's soul fire to the ground.

"You lackeys of light, don't think you'll get out of here alive!" These daring adventurers made Tarcosa furious, and the blue soul fire burned through his eyes like two torches.

"Attention everyone, maximum protection!" The paladin slashed a piece of armor to the ground with a sword, and when he saw that Tarcosa was obviously about to amplify his move, he immediately shouted loudly, and with his reminder, everyone took out a bottle of holy water from their arms, poured half of it in one gulp, and then poured the other half on themselves.

The holy water containing the power of light not only protects them from the erosion of the power of death, but also keeps their corpses from being used by the undead, after all, no one wants their corpses to become puppets in the hands of this damned undead.

Throwing away the holy water bottle, the paladin captain immediately issued the next command, for an adventure party, a good captain is far more important than a few skilled team members.

"Sally, light blast! Cohen, greasy surgery! ”

The priest didn't want to do as the paladin commanded, so he threw a light burst at Tarcosa, who was raising his hands high and preparing to magnify the move, and the light burst that belonged to the divine art did not need to be chanted, so it exploded in mid-air without accident, blocking Tarcosa's vision.

Then there was the mage in the team, who had been supporting several melee battles with frost rays for a long time, and had been waiting for the paladin's order for a long time, and after a long period of cooperation, he knew exactly what role he was going to play, and after less than two seconds of chanting, the mage took out a bottle of magic oil from his arms and smashed it on Tarcosa's body, and under the effect of arcane power, the oil in the bottle quickly mixed with the arcane into an extremely flammable liquid.

Then there was no need for the paladin's order, the two archers in the team invariably took out a burst arrow, aimed at Tarcosa and shot it, the protective arrow enchantment had long since lost its effect under the sneak attack of the previous thieves, and this corpse witch could not use the second protective arrow for a short time.

As the flames exploded, the oil all over his body became the best accelerant, and the flames enveloped Tarcosa's body, forcing him to interrupt his chanting skills and find a way to extinguish the flames on his body.

But how could these adventurers let Tarcosa succeed easily, it was not a very difficult way for a team of players with complete configuration and all third-order strength to kill a fifth-order corpse witch, not to mention that these guys were obviously senior players, and it was obviously not once or twice to do this kind of thing.

The thief swooped up again, and the dagger stabbed into Tarcosa's crotch without accident, and with the appearance of a weak point attack, the thief twisted the dagger in his hand, and Tarcosa's poor pelvis dislocated from his spine without accident.

The barbarian slammed the axe into Tarcosa's shoulder, and the force made one of Tarcosa's arms leave his body.

Then a sword flaming with flames of holy light, the paladin saw an opportunity to end the battle with a spike blessed with a divine strike.

The soul fire purified by the Holy Light could no longer sustain Tarcosa's body, and the corpse witch's withered body soon turned into a torch of Holy Light, burning out.

"Okay, hurry up and take everything you can with you, this corpse witch may be able to save his soul by some means, and when he comes back to life, we will be in trouble." The paladin put away his sword, and without Tarcosa's soul power, those armors instantly lost their vitality and scattered all over the ground.

The Rogue and the Warrior are clearly the squad responsible for looting, and the two players rummage through boxes and cabinets with satisfied smiles as they stuff anything that looks valuable into their backpacks. The so-called adventurer is actually just this kind of goods, and it is no different from a robber who breaks into a house, the only question is, what reason can you use to explain your breaking in.

In less than five minutes, the adventurers, who had searched several of the main rooms inside and outside the castle, left satisfied, taking with them the exquisite decorations and various props that Viscount Tarcosa had spent a lot of time collecting.