The scorching power of the "boiling sludge" made Cell's shoulder wound black and sherry, and the young spellcaster tried to recruit Wesley outside, not wanting him to look down on him, so he gritted his teeth and held back, and the high bulging chewing muscles made Cell's face a little hideous.

"The residual poison has not been exhausted, and if it is delayed for a second time, I am worried about whether your body will be able to survive until the end and leave unharmed. ”

Aldrich's eyes stared at the wounds everywhere in the scorched marks, squeezing and cracking hard, and the blood flowing out of it really had an ominous dark blue, although the color faded a lot, but the speed of the poison attack was extremely fast, and the evil viciousness of the rune sword wrapped in black smoke by the undead knight could be seen.

"Whatever you want, you can do whatever you want!" Cell, whose face was pale and cold sweat was on his forehead, turned his head to the others, and his gaze moved to Thorin, who knew the roots, "I'm worried that I won't be able to hold on, give me a wooden stick." ”

Thorin immediately turned around and searched, but in a moment, he found a more suitable dead vine on the second-floor windowsill of the ruins of the castle, and stripped the uneven bark of the tree full of lumps on the outside, revealing the sap-filled stems inside.

Cell's took the rattan and nodded heavily to Wesley, "Come on!" and took a bite of it.

Aldrich wanted to laugh, but he didn't hesitate to tear open the "healed" wound on the caster's shoulder, which had become charred and blackened, and put his mouth up to suck hard.

The smell, which was stranger than the filth of the sewers, poured directly into Tris's nose, and he frowned and turned his head to spit it out. I saw a cloud of saliva mixed with red and green ink smashing on the ground, which was slightly corrosive, leaving a shallow pit in the masonry of the ruins of the ancient castle.

Again and again, Aldrich sucked and spat from the wound, and the dark green of the poison became less and less, until the twelfth completely turned into fresh red blood, and it was clear that the poison had been removed.

Freel kindly rolled a wide leaf into a funnel to collect a lot of dew, and when she saw that "Wesley" had successfully rescued him but her mouth was full of blood, she immediately came to him with both hands. Aldrich took it unceremoniously, taking a sip and washing his mouth until the taste faded.

"Alright, at least the residual poison of the wound has been removed, and as the only spellcaster of the adventure party, everyone is concerned about your safety. However, Dear Mr. Cell, you need to be a caster, stay in the safest place to support your mates, and not rush to the dangerous front line like Thorin and I did. ”

His face became paler due to blood loss, and when he opened his mouth, the rattan that had almost been bitten off fell to the ground, and the weak Cell, who spat out a few mouthfuls of wood residue, nodded lightly: "I understand! Thank you for your advice." Wesley, esteemed knight, blames me for my short-sightedness and ignorance, desperate to kill the Necrocynian for more sources of spell casting, oblivious to the gap between the two sides. ”

Aldridge didn't want to see Cell's confidence in this life-and-death blow, so he tried to cheer him up: "The dry bones and skeletons and rotten zombies in the cemetery have their own flaws, and we can easily deal with them. Perhaps because it went too well, the floating ghosts that appeared one after another put a lot of pressure on the adventuring team due to their immunity to physical attacks. When we reveal our ability to cast spells, we even cheat and merge into a three-body undead ghost, but with the tacit cooperation of the team, doesn't it still let it die out forever? Of course, the fourth-order undead warrior obtains the bone horse and flies to become an undead knight, even if it joins forces, it is not its enemy, and has to choose a strategic turn. However, in the end, the victory is still ours, and we are adept at using the environment to create a reversal trap to bury it and kill it. How can these undead creatures with dry and rotten brains be the opponents of our adventuring team?"

Cell's face looked much better after a long silence, apparently persuaded by Wesley's coherent explanation, and though he knew that much of the credit went to a knight of high moral character who was admired and respected, he and Thorin were silent when Wesley was willing to share the results of the battle without any apparent gains.

The time had come to divide the spoils of the Undead Knights, and the rune sword wrapped in black smoke was the most conspicuous, but except for the veteran Wesley, no one wanted to hold a sword with a high concentration of negative energy.

The armor of the dead of the same nature is also unpopular because of the corpse poison that is absolutely deadly to the living for a long time. Cell's knew that roasting an entire suit of armor with fire would make it safe to wipe it out, but he couldn't look at the fragments that had been nearly cut in half by the Zombie Axe.

Some tattered round shields, rusty iron gloves, copper-soled boots with spurs, these small miscellaneous items became trophies for Thorin and the others to scramble. As Aldrich had expected, Friel put on the bronze boots, and though they were a little wide and ill-fitting, she tore off many strips of cloth to serve as insoles. Thorin asked for the iron gloves that had been wrapped in his forearms, and when they had been burned with fire, they had become a little blackened, and the leather buckles had turned to ashes, so he tore off the strips of cloth and put them on. Mandy the Wanderer ties the shield to his back, and although it is uncomfortable to keep the horizontal block inside, it is definitely a good means of protection if he takes it off and puts it on his arm if necessary.

The only thing that didn't gain was Cell, not that he didn't want to fight for his share, but his vision and requirements were a bit high, and Aldrich didn't have a better way to split the armor of the zombie axe in half, but he remembered the skeleton horse in armor he had seen before, and immediately turned his head and turned the rock, and took out the remains of the undead mount that was crushed into a pile of bone fragments.

According to Thorin's precedent, the thick horse armor was purified by fire, and Aldrich was not afraid of hot hands, so he picked it up and shook off the black ash on it, and saw countless fish scale-like armor pieces strung together with iron wires, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

In the end, thanks to Cell's suggestion, or should I say that for the sake of the face of the dedicated Wesley, he directly cut off the head and nose protection part of the horse armor, put it on himself, and then shaved it away with the scorching knight's sword to the knees, and completed the restructuring simply and easily.

The iron armor weighing twenty pounds was not something that the weak Sail could bear, and he barely walked a few steps before he could bear it, and finally fell into the hands of Thorin, who maintained his physical strength and walked freely after putting it on, and was praised by Wesley fiercely, claiming that the adventure team finally had a qualified heavy warrior.

The cemetery seemed to fall silent after the permanent death of two high-level undead in succession, but the cautious Cell, who was satisfied with the current gain, and felt that the fatigue was affecting the state, so they were unwilling to continue to explore.

The fourth-order undead knight was already so tricky, and he almost lost the entire adventure team, Aldrich estimated that the odds of victory were extremely limited, and instead of continuing to adhere to his ******** philosophy, he began to search the ruins of the castle where Sail and the others did not frequent, intending to use his keen perception to pick up a big leak.

The exhausted spellcaster kept warm on the fire raised from rotten wood and rags, the kind Friel whispered to relieve his boredom, and Thorin used the knight's sword in his hand to sharpen the javelin for Friel, binding the three delicate strands of rattan into a soft whip, making the most of this hard-won leisure time.

As for Mandy, he was curious about the actions of the "veteran", and followed him intentionally or unintentionally, at least to include Wesley's whereabouts in order to feel at ease.

Aldrich had no opinion on this, and with his strength he did not pay any attention to the non-hostile "eyes", he only acted according to his own ideas, because he was somewhat unexpectedly familiar with the ruins of the ancient castle, and perhaps it should be said that he had seen it as it was in his memory.

But no matter how much he stirred his brain, he couldn't pick up the pearl-like precious memory fragments that had settled on the riverbed from the long river of time, and his brain was bruised, and the knight rubbed his forehead like a headache, and it took a long time to recover his strength.

Since it was lost and forgotten in the depths of his mind, Aldrich simply ignored it, and he carried the zombie axe covered with dark red rust to search the remote corners that Celle and the others might have missed from the third floor of the ruins of the ancient castle. However, it is a pity that where Tris can think of it, the diligent Mandy has never forgotten to patronize it, except for the thick dust that has accumulated for a long time, nothing has been found, and even the cobwebs that can be seen everywhere seem to have become a rare rarity.

It wasn't until Aldrich found a tattered, yellowed family diary deep in the masonry of the ruins of the tower, and he carefully flipped through the fragile nature of papyrus as it had aged, as if trying to find a useful clue in a few words.

Time obscures memories, but also makes ordinary things disappear silently, yellowed paper with only a few vague words, and most of the content is lost forever because of severe weathering.

Not absolutely, there are only two formulations of inks commonly used, carbon inks made from finely ground pulverized coal and gums such as rosin, and the more complex but commonly used for long-term retention of iron-containing ingredients. As long as it is soaked with diluted thiolic acid, the contents of the diary can be roughly restored. It's a pity that there is no suitable environment at the moment, so it's better to take it out for research. ”

Thinking of this, Aldrich immediately made a decision, Aldrich took out the red socks on his belt, approached the yellowed old diary, and disappeared completely in a trance without noticing, then he clapped his hands and continued to search for possible secret passages.

Mandy, who was wandering nearby, didn't see Wesley's small movements, it wasn't his idea to rummage through the vine-covered gravel pile, it was the decision of the entire adventuring team, and as for the veteran to have any unexpected gains, unless he was willing to share it openly, the wanderer with the character of the wallgrass didn't want to talk too much.

The collapsed stables, the hay house, the silted dry wells, the moat, the most suspicious basement and storage room, Aldrich searched tirelessly, but never found any clues related to the secret passage, and finally had to give up for the time being and return to the second-floor window sill where Celle and the others were resting.

"What's the catch?" Thorin asked eagerly, but his face was a little perfunctory, obviously not voluntary, he could see that the senior who could cross the boundary and come to the Black Swamp showed that the strength revealed was definitely not so shallow on the surface, so he didn't want to offend too much.

"A little!" Aldrich didn't lie, and he didn't want to lie all the time in order to hide the truth, it was too tiring.

"What is it?" Cell's face couldn't help but sit up straight, the concern on his face seemed to be entirely sincere, but no one knew what was going on in his heart, including Freel.

"An old, illegible diary, fragile and difficult to read, I decided to take it out and find someone who is proficient in the trade, and maybe I can find some clues. ”

Somewhat surprised by the Knight's confession, but it was reasonable to hide his gains and his own opinions, Cell suppressed his curiosity and nodded lightly to indicate that he had no opinion, but he was soon very interested in what Wesley had inadvertently revealed.

"When are you leaving?"

"In the past, it seemed that if I could get out of this gap between the unreal and the real if I triggered certain conditions, but now in the unfamiliar black swamp, I was a little worried about whether it would change. By the way, how did you get back out in the past?"

Friel finally waited for this opportunity, and immediately scrambled to answer: "It seems that we can get out after a while, usually only a few hours, which is not enough for us to search the nearby area and draw a topographic map." ”

Aldrich nodded slightly, as if he understood the mechanism of the disengagement of the world of All Souls' Day, "Like you, I have only experienced it a few times, but I clearly remember the longest time, which was two full days. Also, the time outside almost coincides with here, I don't know if you have noticed. ”

Cell's and the others looked at each other, and they all saw the horror in each other's eyes, and what Wesley said was too shocking, "It's not a veteran! The gap is too far, we really can't compare with you." ”

"It's hard for me to understand that there are so many of you, and you're confined to this place. Perhaps staring at the ruins of the castle and peeking into the harvest is the reason for it, or the curiosity of the cemetery infested with the undead will hold you back for a long time, and you will lose the courage to continue exploring. If it were me, simply ignoring the cemetery, using the ruins as a starting point, and constantly expanding outward, there would definitely be more terrible risks, but at the same time, it would also mean more gains. ”

Thorin stammered, Friel and Mandy nodded in agreement, and Cell, tugging at his hair in pain, apparently ashamed of what Wesley had said he was thinking.

"If I'm not mistaken, the undead of the cemetery can't leave this cursed land, which is why you've fought them in the ruins of the castle and become familiar with these hateful and pathetic undead. ”

Cell's and the others were silent when they heard this, and it was obvious that Wesley had guessed correctly, which discouraged the members of the adventure team who had gone through several encounters to figure out the characteristics of the undead.

"I advise you, don't disturb the rest of the dead anymore, leave these humble little profits, and go to a wider world to adventure and explore, to find out why you were chosen, and the secrets of this mysterious place, wouldn't that be better?"

Thorin let out a long sigh, "I finally understand the gap between me and Wesley! You should be the leader of the adventure team, and not long ago you are the best person to lead us from victory to victory." Guys, what do you think?"

Friel Mandy raised his hand in agreement, and Sayre thought about it carefully, and had to admit that Wesley was indeed superior, but he also secretly thought: "Only here." On the outside, no matter what Wesley's true identity is, he has to be recruited. ”

"Agreed!" the proud spellcaster raised his hand and unanimously approved, and Aldrich became the leader of the adventure party, so fast that even he was a little incredulous.