The castle is the main line from the prosperity of the territory to its demise.

The stone wall is 20 meters high, and there are gaps at the top of the stone wall, forming battlements with gun holes. There were circular defensive towers every twenty meters, which made it convenient for archers to shoot arrows to defend the castle.

The inner wall is much higher than the outer wall, in order to allow the archers on the inner wall to have a greater field of view and firing range, thus forming crossfire on the inner and outer walls.

The castle is surrounded by a large lake that serves as a moat.

In the castle, the narrow windows, semicircular arches, low cupolas, and door frames picked out layer by layer achieve a solid and heavy, balanced and stable aesthetic effect, and the small windows form a strong contrast with the vast space inside, making the castle interior dim, deep and deep, full of mysterious and dark feeling.

But most of all, a heavy fog was created from here, which filled the entire castle and spread to this small world.

Because of this, although the castle is grand, it gives the impression of being eerie. The servants were all expressionless, pale and uniformed.

But today was an exception, the morning breeze was gentle, the fog cleared, and the whole castle was bathed in sunlight, quietly blowing away the cold and horror, and even bringing with it a hint of grass and dew in the distance.

A young man came out onto the balcony and carefully felt the long-lost sunshine, though it stung his skin and made his dark power boil, and his expression was distant and slightly sad.

"Count Bremen!" A middle-aged man stepped forward, saw the young man, and bowed.

The young man named Bremen looked down, his eyes deep and full of wisdom.

"Emmanuel, do you feel it too?" Count Bremen said to himself, "The being who had briefly descended ten years ago has returned, and the fog and wind have brought the news. ”

In the fog and wind, it can't bring concreteness, but the bright aura in the bloody qi is something he will not mistake no matter what.

At this moment, a dark knight appeared in the distance, he was wearing a black battle robe, and his armor was even more pure black, full of noble and gorgeous feeling, he approached the balcony, and then stopped below, waiting respectfully.

Neither of them spoke, but waited quietly, and for a long time, the handsome man finally spoke again, with a smile in his eyes, and in that look was a chilling coldness: "I am the Earl of Bremen, and I used to uphold justice and justice, but war and killing have made me fall from death. ”

"Since I woke up from this side three hundred years ago, when I was a lowly farmer, I still ascended to the throne of lords and built such a glorious castle."

"The power of darkness seeps out from below, and I have obtained its contract to exchange blood and fear for power, but am I a slave to power? I wage war every ten years, harvesting blood and fear in exchange for power, but not in a hurry, because that would lead to the premature degeneration of this one-sided darkness. ”

"In the eternal sleep, I digest the power, I increase the control, and in three hundred years, I have learned a lot, and now even the power of the sun cannot kill me, unless it cuts off my head or destroys my heart."

"In the long years, I have found that I am the Lord of Darkness, but even more so one-sidedly, and the slave of the Dark, I cannot leave, only to fall faster, to the more evil and darker abyss, until we ourselves become food—as I have done to those Lords now, and I cannot even avoid this fate, only to postpone the process in vain—the power of darkness is too strong."

"But, finally, the dawn appeared, as long as I capture its soul, I can not only get the rich reward of darkness, but also be free by it, I have waited too long, this time must succeed, I will close this one-side, and do not allow any power to cross, unless it is larger than the whole one-side, however, this will greatly consume my strength, so, you only have one chance, lead it to my castle, and then kill it!"

At the end of the sentence, the Count of Bremen raised his voice.

"Your wish is my will!"

Both of them replied at the same time that they had a deep understanding of the forces of darkness, and that they had revered this young man to the point of being close to God—not to sink into the darkness, but to control the darkness, and that his strength and wisdom could not be questioned.

With his hands on the balcony, Count Bremen smiled thoughtfully at the Dark Knight: "Cortad, my dear Chief Knight, Commander of the Order, can I trust you?" ”

"You can trust me, Count!" Cortad raised his face and looked at the Count on the balcony: "I will protect you with my life until the last moment." ”

"In that case, let the Dark Knights perish, in the face of the dark forces below, when it is critical, who knows if it is a sharp blade of rebellion? But in the process, the other lords must be killed, so that this hero pinned all his hopes on this one-sided to come to our castle, such a soul and power are of the greatest value, understand? ”

"Understood, please rest assured, I will carry out this mission thoroughly." Cortad's pupils contracted suddenly, but he still replied without hesitation.

"So, let's have a toast in the sun!" Just a finger, the two of them were not surprised to find that on the balcony, a soft chair appeared out of thin air, and opposite, a small table, which was made of northern wood, full of this pure atmosphere, and there was a glass of wine on it.

And in the hands of the two of them, suddenly there was an extra glass of wine, and in it was the intoxicating taste of wine, although it was as red as blood, but it was not real blood.

Cortad hesitated for a moment, but finally took off his helmet, his blonde hair, the edges and corners of his face like a knife, but more handsome, and the weather, which made him look very mature—in fact, a perfect example of a knight by all accounts.

With a few small sounds, he found that his master had sat down on the balcony, his whole body relaxed in the comfortable soft chair, the sun illuminating his master's pale face and reflecting a warm smile—his eyes filled with hope for the future.

"Cheers!" The two of them drank it all in one gulp, and then Coltad dropped the cup, bowed, and then withdrew, the red cloak fluttering, and disappeared into the path.

Although he is a vampire, Bremen does not deny that he loves the sun, especially the rising sun in the morning, and he remembers the time when he used to be a human being, it was a time when he felt refreshed physically and mentally, and he was hospitable, and the castle was often filled with visitors, and the banquet would be very lively at night.

He was nostalgic for these days, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help sighing, although this place was no matter how similar it was, it was not his real home!

The eyes became calm, and a thick mist emanated from its body, and this thick mist, with the breath of death, quickly expanded out, quickly spread to the castle, and then to the nearby jungle with the castle as the center, and even to the whole land.

Emmanuel humbly bowed his head and let the mist envelop it, knowing that this mist would henceforth fill the earth, and if Bremen's power was strong enough, it would even obscure the sun, and it would last for a long time, and all the plants that lived on light would slowly wither until it became a barren and dead world—cold and hungry, invincible.

In the past, the arrival of the fog meant a war once every ten years, until the lord eliminated the invading dark legions, or held it for half a year, and when Bremen's strength reached its limit, the fog naturally dissipated, but even if the fog was not enough to really cover the sun, the decrease in illumination would cause the crops to fail that year.

A moment later, the earth shook, waves of power spread in all directions, Emmanuel kept his head down in awe, and when the shaking subsided, he raised his head, and he was not surprised to see that the balcony was empty, and slowly, he showed a smile.