Gray mist tumbled from valley to valley, and every now and then a burst of gray mist rose from the ground, and then rushed into the sky, merging into the almost endless gray clouds in the sky.

The entire valley was dark, and the sky was obscured by the perennial gray clouds that floated in the sky, and not even the sunlight could pass through its blockade and illuminate the darkness on the ground.

There was not a single verdant sight to be seen on the whole mountain, only patches of gray-white stones, and beyond that, there were only clumps of low shrubs, not only because of the lack of sunlight all year round, but more importantly, because of the influence of endless gray mist.

Even the shrubs in the mountains are grayish-black, and it is impossible for trees or anything to take root in such a place.

In the midst of the gloom, the valley was quiet and terrifying, dead and silent, as if there were no living creatures inhabiting it at all.

As a matter of fact, it is true, there are no larger beasts here, not even half a bird, not even the sound of insects.

However, at this time, in the midst of the gloom, there was an extremely rare hint of brightness, and if you looked closely, you could see that two humans were lying on their stomachs in a black-gray bush.

Both of them flickered with a deep gray light, and whenever the light was on, their presence would be greatly weakened, as if they were blended into the bushes, making it difficult to distinguish them.

One of them was wearing purple mage robes, and there were countless tiny air currents reverberating around him, scattered by those air currents whenever a gray mist floated by, and then evenly distributed on the light mask.

This is a Western magician, under the gray mist, the magic robe on his body is embroidered with a rose with gold thread, and each silk thread that makes up the rose flows with bursts of powerful energy fluctuations, but under the cover of the gray mist, these energies are deeply hidden, and they do not penetrate out at all.

Suddenly, a skeleton trembled and walked from not far away, in its eye sockets, a dark blue soul fire burned, and the thick gray mist scattered in the sky separated from time to time, merging into the skeleton's skeleton.

The magician's body trembled, and a trace of air slowly condensed and formed on the side of his body, turning into an invisible air arrow that could shoot out at any time.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side, and that hand was extremely white, like white jade, and easily crushed the air flow directly.

Goosebumps instantly exploded on the mage's body, and a cold feeling poured from his head to his feet.

At this moment, a gentle voice quietly sounded in his ears.

"Be careful, judging from the news obtained by the Holy See, this undead lair is likely to be the temporary residence of an undead archduke, but it seems to be in retreat and sprinting to the divine realm, don't take it lightly, wake it up, even if you and I are half-step into the holy realm, it will be difficult to escape death."

The mage turned his head slightly, and the man lying next to him was wearing a silver-gray armor, which also showed a bit of ink color in the dim canyon.

Looking across his body, the mage's gaze stayed on the shield behind the man, and in the center of the prismatic shield, a small cross made of Mithril was inlaid, and a divine wave was faintly released from the cross, directly dispelling the gray mist around it.

Holy Knights, powerful clergymen from the Church, are stronger than ordinary knights.

"Then what to do, if it is discovered by that skeleton, the sea of undead is covered all over the sky, even if we wait, it will be difficult to escape from it, and it is difficult to say whether there will be a few saint-level ordinary dukes in the lair of the undead where the grand duke is stationed."

"Wait a minute, if you use the spell, the elements will fluctuate in the aura of the necromancy all over the sky, just like the lights in the night, I am a half-step sword saint, even if I don't use my fighting energy, I can instantly kill a small skeleton with my physical fitness."

The magician was silent for a moment, then nodded, and snapped his fingers, the faint currents of air circling around his body becoming a little thinner.

"It's a pity that space magicians are too rare, otherwise why would we two pseudo-saints need to personally take action to investigate the undead caves." The magician sighed softly. "I'm a wind magister, and I've become a spy."

"Silence, here."

The paladin let out a low snort, and the two of them instantly closed their mouths, trying their best to restrain any aura belonging to the living.

The skeleton walked tremblingly step by step, although the canyon was extremely bleak, but for a half-step Saint Demon Guide and a half-step Sword Saint, this level of night vision was still easy.

The white skeleton shone with a metallic coldness in the paladin's gaze, as if the skeleton of the skeleton was forged from steel.

"Ten, nine......" The paladin silently estimated the distance between himself and the skeleton, and at the same time reached out and grasped the war hammer, which was also inlaid with a mythril cross, but this cross was very dim at this time, and people could hardly see the power of holy light hidden in it.

Just when the skeleton was only a few steps away from the two human powerhouses, an earth-shattering roar suddenly came from the valley, and the skeleton paused, turned around, and limped in the direction from which the roar came from.

Watching the skeleton leave, the paladin did not relax, but frowned slightly, and after thinking carefully for a while, he turned his head to look at the archmage to the side.

"This voice is like a werewolf in the Dark Council! How did that group of things have anything to do with the undead? ”

"No, it can't be, both orthodox werewolves and orthodox bloodlines are extremely repulsive to the undead, and even those unclear necromancers are not very willing to deal with this group of dimensional undead."

The Archmage thought for a moment and shook his head.

"I remember that during the undead siege before, someone once saw a necromantic werewolf appear in the sea of the undead, and it seems that a werewolf count was transformed into an undead after his death, it should be this one just now."

"Werewolf undead!"

The paladin was stunned, a trace of sorrow welled up in his eyes, the undead creature is extremely strong in flesh, even if the corpse of an ordinary human is transformed into a zombie, the flesh will be strengthened a lot, not to mention a werewolf count who is already known for his physical strength.

"If it's not in the lair of the dead, it's easy to solve, but you can't use magic and spells in the lair of the dead, and if you encounter this werewolf count, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult."

The magician nodded when he heard this, stretched out his hand and lightly touched it, and then a stream of soul power poured out of his mind, condensing in the sky above his head, forming something like an eyeball, constantly scanning around.