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Acoste wasn't 100% sure if his assumptions were correct, but he believed that as the four of them continued to explore the depths of the White Castle, all mysteries would come to light.

Inside the White Castle, the original thick fog has thinned out for some reason, allowing the half-elf sword master to barely see what is within a range of about ten meters, which is undoubtedly good news for Acoste, at least they don't have to tense their nerves all the time like a thief, just to prevent those who don't know from which direction to suddenly attack......

It didn't take long for the troubles of the four of them to come as promised.

Just as the half-elven swordmasters passed through an old passageway, the iron sculptures that stood on both sides suddenly moved......

"Zizi ......" The sound of metal rubbing, a knight statue standing behind the half-elf suddenly jumped from the pier where he was standing, and the heavy sword that was originally held high also slashed down with great force......

Acoste reacted quickly, and when he heard a loud wind behind his ears, the half-elf hurriedly pounced forward and rolled out of the opponent's attack range.

With a loud "......boom", the giant sword about the size of a half-elf fell to the ground, and the knight sculpture directly pierced the floor of the passage......

Yacoste couldn't help but gasp after reading it, which means that he was not hit, otherwise with his small body. The blow was powerful enough to send him to Jeager, the ancient god of death.

"Behind, be careful!" Just when the half-elf was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Mavi suddenly pointed behind Acoste and shouted, and the half-elf hurriedly turned his head to look. Horrified to find that the warrior-like sculpture also had red eyes glowing with red light, and a terrifying battle axe had changed from a flat lift to a force-splitting posture......

"They've been cast with a spell to activate the armor, you hold on for me for 10 seconds, and I'll use the spell to disarm them." Doris, who had been standing at the back of the line, suddenly shouted as if she remembered something. Then he put his hand into the spell bag, ready to cast the spell he said earlier.

"Wait a minute, Doris." However, Acoste's voice came from far ahead and interrupted him, "This is not activating the armor, but there are evil spirits entering these sculptures to manipulate, you hurry up and release the spell of expelling evil spirits." ”

"What?!" The little druid couldn't help but glare at himself when he heard Acoste's words, in the end, he is a mage or I am a mage, in terms of spells, he is a warrior who dares to question his decision, and there is no king law......

"Hurry up, the number of these sculptures is a bit too much. I can't stand it anymore! Seeing that Doris didn't make a move, Acoste couldn't help but urge again, and the fact was just as the half-elf said, all the more than ten sculptures of more than 3 meters in the corridor were "alive". Holding a variety of large weapons, he attacks the half-elf Juggernaut like a whack-a-mole......

"Well, he's not going to joke with his life." The little druid wanted to insist on his opinion, but he thought of Acoster's sinister expression. At the last moment, Doris unleashed a spell to dispel evil spirits.

The milky aura of spells haunted the little druid's awe-inspiring hands, when they came into contact with the sculptures. Clouds of black mist screamed out of the sculpture, then vanished into thin air with the white light.

"Whew......," Acoste sighed as he looked at the sculptures that had lost power and fell apart. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the druid finally released his spell at the most critical moment, otherwise he would really be hard to say......

"You............ How do you judge this phenomenon? ”

On the other hand, the little druid had an unbelievable expression.

Just kidding, as a high-level mage, she made a mistake in her judgment of the technique, and Acoste, as a physical profession like a Juggernaut, actually judged correctly, I'm afraid that not many people will believe this kind of thing.

"Surprised, I'm just blindly relying on my own feelings, and then I'm just lucky, don't worry about these little things, we're not safe yet."

Acoste, of course, knew how hard this incident had hit Doris's heart......

Everyone has their own areas of expertise, and if one day you find that your field of expertise is actually compared to a person who you are familiar with, it is estimated that you will have doubts about your life......

But what can Yacoste do, he may not necessarily let him pat the little druid on the shoulder and say, don't be frustrated, my brother was a legendary sword master with a total level of 32 in his previous life, and he has eaten more salt than you have eaten, and it is normal for him to have more knowledge than you.

So the only thing Acoste can explain is to boil everything down to ethereal luck and intuition......

This explanation may sound perfunctory, but it is the most reliable one in the ears of the little druid.

It's right to think about it, he is so good at martial arts, if he still has a talent for spellcasting, then he won't let anyone else live? Thinking of this, Doris's expression was not so difficult to look at......

After solving the sculpture trouble, Yacoste and the others encountered a group of zombie soldiers dozens of minutes later, ghosts hiding in the mottled walls of the hall, and two necromantic warriors guarding the garden.

Gradually, Yacoste and the others walked through most of the White Castle, and now they have explored, not only Yacoste, but also the other members feel that something is wrong.

Why are the monsters that appear here all undead?

With suspicion, the four of the half-elf sword saints walked through the garden again and came to what looked like a library.

Acoste nodded at Doris, and the little druid immediately unleashed a detecting undead.

They have been attacked many times by dangerous raids, and now they are cautious wherever they go......

Who would have thought that the originally static sculpture would suddenly come to life, who would have thought that the thick walls would hide ghosts, and who would have thought that maybe dozens of sleeping zombies would be buried under the carpet that they walked past......

A flash of white light flickered, gradually spreading from their position in Acoste into the deep, dimly lit library......

Doris frowned as she felt the message the spell conveyed to her, and the little druid suddenly frowned and cried out.

"Oh no, there's a powerful undead creature in there!"

Acoste slowly straightened his back, holding the Frostmourn and Ash Bringer in front of his teammates.

"You don't need to open your mouth, it's already here......"

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