All the noise and illusions disappeared in an instant, and before Gawain could react to what was going on, he was already back to normal in front of him.

The corridors of the Leslie family castle stretched out in front of them, the floor was covered with a dark red carpet, and on the walls on both sides hung the portraits of the ancestors of Viscount Andrew, and between the portraits were inlaid with charged magic crystals, these crystals were emitting a constant light, but as if something was interfering with the transmission of light, those crystals looked bright, but a little farther away were dim and abnormal.

Gawain subconsciously glanced back, but saw that Knight Philip and the others behind him were stepping through the gate, and their actions were naturally no abnormal—it seemed that only he was affected, and those illusions just now only lasted for a moment, and no one noticed it.

"What's wrong?" Amber noticed the change in Gawain's expression and asked in a low voice.

Gawain replied as he looked around on guard, "I seemed to have encountered an illusion just now, but it only lasted for a moment. ”

"There is indeed a magical power that dissipates, most of it is the breath left by the cultists, and it collapses on its own after coming into contact with a transcendent powerhouse like you," Pitman analyzed in a low voice, "We have to be careful, there may be magic traps here." ”

Gawain frowned: "Can you sense the approximate location of the cultists?" ”

"He's cautious, or his powers are weird," Pitman shook his head, "I can feel the remnants of twisted druid magic here and there, but none of them are 'active' ......"

Knight Philip gripped his sword tightly and pressed the hilt to his chest in a brief chant of the name of Kyle, the god of knights and warriors, and in this way he unleashed his magic-like power, then looked to the end of the hallway: "The breath converges over there." ”

That's the direction of the Lord's Chamber.

Gawain exchanged glances with Amber and the others, and then Gawain took the lead, with the Druid Pitman following behind, Philip and Amber on the guard, and the four of them cautiously walked forward along the corridor.

The portraits hanging on the walls on both sides glowed pale under the reflection of the alienated magic crystal lamp, and the ancestors of the Leslie family hung on the wall, indifferently watching the visit of the uninvited guest, those white eyes like dead fish, making Amber shiver involuntarily.

Gawain only glanced at the portraits, it was just a slight alienation due to the influence of the magical environment, it was not worth worrying about at all, besides, who hasn't hung it on the wall?

The door to the Lord's Chamber was similarly hidden, revealing a shadowy glow, but when they got closer, neither Pittman nor Philip could perceive the definite aura of a cultist. Gauwen sensed the gate and made sure that there were no potential dangers such as traps on the door itself and behind it, and carefully pushed open the wooden door decorated with precious metal threads and engraved with the Leslie family crest.

The Lord's Council Hall was empty, the surrounding pillars and vaults were shining with a chaotic glow, and the tables and chairs in the center of the hall had been moved there, except for the velvet high-backed chair on the top platform of the hall, which was the lord's place.

The lord of Tanzania, Viscount Andrew, sat in that high-backed chair, and behind him hung the portrait of the first generation of ancestors of the Leslie family to be knighted, and he himself was breathing hard under the gaze of his own ancestors, this man who was already tall and thin was now emaciated to the point of almost shriveling, his flesh seemed to have shrunk, his skin was tightly pressed against his bones, like a pale and shriveled living dead, he leaned back in his chair, his head staggered over his shoulders, and his eyes stared unfocused at the roof, While breathing hard, he muttered something in a low voice.

The magic crystals on either side of the seat glowed white, stretching Andrew's shadow long and casting a vague shadow on the ground.

This viscount seems to have completely lost the ability to move freely.

Gawain tightened his grip on the Pioneer Sword and led Philip and Pitman into the hall, and the group of three came to Viscount Andrew's side while guarding the surroundings, but the Viscount didn't seem to be aware of the approach of the three of them, he just stared blankly at the vault, and his mouth made a chaotic sound.

"His mind is trapped," Pittman judged at once, "but it's not serious—I'll lift his curse, but the cultists will most likely be alarmed and prepared." ”

Gao Wen nodded slightly: "Let's do it." ”

Pitman then placed his hand on Viscount Andrew's forehead, and with the other hand took out a vial from his bosom, he bit off the cork from the mouth of the bottle, and then dropped a few drops of the liquid from the bottle on the top of Viscount's head.

A strange and strong floral fragrance emanated from those few drops of liquid, and accompanied by the activation of the druid's spell to produce a strong exorcism and soul suppression effect, the evil magic that bound Viscount Andrew's mind was affected and began to loosen little by little.

Suddenly, Viscount Andrew's eyelids twitched, he recovered his clarity from the chaos, and looked at Gawain standing in front of him, his eyes instantly widened, and a hoarse and terrifying voice came out of his throat: "He is in my shadow!" ”

And almost at the moment when the viscount's words fell, the shadow he cast on the ground had begun to distort, the magic crystal behind the seat shattered, and the shadow on the ground suddenly grew, and a pitch-black figure swooped out of it, straight to the door of Gauwen's face.

But Gawain seemed to have expected it, and before Viscount Andrew could give a warning, he had already pulled Pitman off the platform, and Philip Knight followed.

The shadow fluttered in the air for a moment, and before he could regain his posture, the shadow on the ground writhed again, and a foot in a short leather boot flew out of it, and kicked the figure in the back: "I am in your shadow!" ”

The figure was suddenly kicked out of its shadow form, and fell from the platform in embarrassment, but disintegrated into a cloud of smoke and dust in mid-air, and was carried by a gust of wind to the other end of the hall, recondensing into a black-robed, unidentified entity.

Amber jumped out of the shadows altogether, darting behind Gawain.

Gao Wen looked at the black-robed figure with a smile: "A legal profession is not good to hide in the dark and throw ball lightning, if you have to run out and assassinate a knight in plate armor, will everything die in a fresh style like yours?" ”

And the black-robed man who failed in the sneak attack couldn't control his consternation: "You weren't even affected by the True Voice?!" ”

"Authentic sounds? You mean that magic you left on the door? The first one to push the door in and hear the noise in your head? Gawain asked curiously, "Ah, I did hear it—but I was about to talk to it when it was gone." Could it be that I just said a word to it crazy? ”

When the black-robed figure heard Gawain's words, it seemed to fall into a great rage, his hood swayed, and a vicious curse came from the shadows: "You really shouldn't be left in the world for heresies who violate the iron law of the end of all things and return to the world from the realm of the dead!" ”

And as his words fell, everyone present suddenly heard a dense cracking and shattering sound coming from outside the hall!

The windows of the council chamber crackled and shattered, and the doors were shattered and flown with tremendous force, and thick branches and vines broke through all the doors and windows and stormed into the hall.

The plants that rushed into the hall rolled on the ground, twisted and deformed with a creaking sound, and the people stood: they were treemen over two meters tall, and they were very different from the normal treemen summoned by the druids: their branches and leaves twisted and rotted, their bodies cracked countless holes, and poisonous juice flowed from the cracks, emitting a pungent stench.

As the world knows, when the druids of the Society of the End of All Things renounced their belief in life and nature, the power of "life" disappeared from their spells.

The Treants began to storm Gawain and his party.

"Their core is in that black rotting leaf!" Pitman quickly threw out several magic seeds while shouting, "Don't get your eyes splashed with venom!" ”

The magic seed glows green as it falls to the ground, and then quickly takes root under the spurring of the druid's spells, growing into tough vines or thorny thorns that bind the treemen who come in from all directions.

Gawain couldn't help but give Pittman a deep look, then retracted his gaze and slashed off a treeman's arm with his sword.

Amber and Philip are also entangled with the rotting Treants.

And in this chaotic and fierce battle, Gawain's attention was always on the cultist in black robes.

The black-robed figure had not really participated in the battle until now, except for the fact that he had put the Treant who had been prepared for a long time, and he had just watched from afar, looking silent and gloomy—but he was reluctant to make a move.

Gawain instantly understood what was going on: the cultist knew about Gawain Cecil.

He knows who he is, and he knows how famous his "resurrection legend" is, although he shouted very arrogantly at the beginning, but he obviously made a false stroke - if he doesn't make a move, I'm afraid he really doesn't dare to make a move.

But he also commanded the Treants to fight, and did not leave in a hurry, which shows that he probably guessed the situation of "Gawain Cecil is in a period of weakness after his resurrection"!

He was observing, judging how much power his "legend" would have since been resurrected, and he was undoubtedly taking a risk—and there was definitely something worth the risk in this place.

Gao Wen's thoughts in his mind were fast, and he had already thought of a lot of things in just two or three sword slashes, although he didn't know how this cultist had learned about his own information, how much he knew or speculated, and he didn't know what this cultist wanted here, but this did not prevent him from setting a trap to solve the other party as soon as possible.

In the midst of this, he stabbed his sword into the core of the mana in a tree man, but when he pulled the sword out, he deliberately let his hand tremble, as if his strength had suddenly stopped.