"Hiss......"

The evil spirit, formed by the fusion of the three-headed ghost, sees the threat of death and abandons Cell, who has condensed the blade of ice, and pounces on Aldrich, who is alone.

With a "whoosh", the pumpkin missile came out of its hand, and shot at the undead creature whose injuries had healed and was close to recovery, shoveling out an unhealable wound in its chest, and then splashed it in all directions, and the large canopy of flames cut through the evil spirit like a blade, and the two ghosts quickly disappeared like melting wax figures.

"Uh......h "The evil spirit that suffered such a heavy blow for the first time, although it was also in the upper middle of the third-order undead, was still powerless in front of the pumpkin missile, and the only remaining ghost dragged its still crumbling body to escape, but it rushed to the long-awaited Cell.

With a "swoop", the rotating ice blade tore open the old wound that had just healed again, and the intertwined impact of ice and fire made it impossible for the evil spirit to maintain the form of an undead creature anymore.

"Thorin, my knight's sword, has the power of scorching, mend it. Tris, who had exhausted the source of spellcasting, hurriedly reminded him.

I saw that the heavy-armed warrior who was second only to "Wesley" in the five-person adventure team did not hesitate to grasp the knight's sword, and rushed forward quickly, launching a random slash and slash at the dying evil spirit.

The additional scorching damage from the Boiling Sludge was the last straw that broke the camel's back, turning the evil spirits that were about to collapse and scatter into ash smoke and falling one after another.

The third-order undead were unwilling to dissipate with resentment, and their ghostly nature tended to condense at a certain core, and a bone fragment the size of a thumb's head fell to the ground, and then three dark shadows appeared, rushing into the bodies of "Wesley" and Cell, respectively.

Not surprisingly, Aldrich got two of them, not only recovering all the consumption just now, but also adding an additional source of spellcasting.

As for Cell, there was also a rather satisfied smile on his face, with the strange object of the Winter Ring, the source of spell casting was saved at least sixty percent, so the little effort just now not only paid back all the money, but also luckily made a small profit.

The depths of the cemetery have not yet subsided, but it will not be able to give birth to more powerful undead creatures in a short period of time, so this dark place full of curses has ushered in a long-lost peace.

The adventuring party, including Cell, worked tirelessly to excavate the graves of the unearthed skeletons and zombies, and soon reaped the rewards, while Aldrich Tris was preoccupied with rubbing Thorin's deserved trophy - a bone shard the size of a thumb's head, with a small but extremely delicate roaring skull carved into it.

"Something I can't parse with my abilities. Hold it for now, maybe you may have a chance to find someone who knows the goods later, such as Orlof in Oak Town, as the servant of the Reindeer King, he must be quite discerning, and may be able to tell me the origin and purpose of this bone fragment that exploded the evil spirit. ”

Thorin and the others quickly looted more than fifty tombs, most of which were rotten burial objects, worthless clay vases and clay pots, which could only be poured out of rotten tomb soil and clumped sediment, which made Mandi, who was full of anticipation and ready to make a big profit, have a long face.

"Wesley, Honorable Knight, what did you, as a veteran, think when faced with such a dismal harvest? The wanderer was agitated and clever, as if trying to draw on Aldrich's experience.

Tris looked around and pondered for a moment: "The tombs of skeletons and zombies are of little value, and the three-headed ghost's body sleeps in the place of eternal sleep, and there may be surprises waiting for us. ”

Thorin couldn't help but nod, "As you think!" The Necropolis behind the ruins of the castle, we've been here a few times before, and found a strange rule: only by destroying the undead can we visit its tomb and take anything of value. ”

Aldrich looked at Cell, who was holding the Winter Ring, and then turned to Thorin, "Shouldn't you tell me that this rare artifact was also a chance harvest from my adventures in this cemetery?"

Mandy the Wanderer stepped forward with a grin: "You guessed wrong, it's really rare. This strange object, called the Winter Ring, was accidentally discovered when we searched the ruins of the ancient castle, and only Cell's can be used freely, and it can only be used as ordinary jewelry in our hands. ”

Tris nodded slightly: "I guess this is a legacy of the old times, maybe it was just an inconspicuous gadget at the time, but now it has become a great arcane item, if there is no source of spellcasting, it will only be buried in the hands of ordinary ordinary people." ”

Cell, who found himself a spellcaster in the mouth of "Wesley", did not have the consciousness of a high-ranking mageman, but became more interested in the veteran knight: "Wesley, what happened just now? That pumpkin-shaped arcane missile really struck the evil spirit with a single blow, and I was really ashamed. It has nothing to do with arcane items, is it your ability to cast spells?

"You can see it. That's right, the pumpkin missile is a unique ability that I own, without the help of any equipment, it comes from disaster, salvation, a gift of giving, and it is an unrepeatable achievement. ”

"Understood. The clever Sail knew the truth of what Wesley was saying, so he didn't continue to ask, the veteran who crossed the line must have his secrets, and breaking the casserole to ask the end would only squander the battlefield friendship that had been established with great difficulty, without any benefit, and it would also provoke the displeasure of others.

After exploring the front and outer parts of the necropolis, the five-member adventuring party continued on, and the wanderers soon found the place where the three-headed ghost floated out of the air, a unique round-arched tombstone with a stone sculpture of a bat with its wings open.

After digging open the grave soil according to the rules, revealing three thin wooden coffins buried side by side, perhaps the first time Thorin and the others saw it, Mandy cheered, ready to use the skull ribs he picked up as a pry bar to open all the "treasures".

"Be careful!" Aldrich hurriedly reminded that although there was no danger in it, it always hurt to be cautious, and the wanderer smiled back, "You can rest assured", but the movements of his men unexpectedly eased a little, and they were no longer as unscrupulous as before.

"Cluck...... The sound of rusty nails cracking kept coming, and Mandy slowly opened the coffin on the far right, and there was only a withered corpse inside, with no signs of decay from head to toe, and searched for a moment and even turned his body to find a piece of funeral silver.

The wanderers were unwilling to be defeated, and Thorin and the others moved in unison, but Aldrich Tris, unable to bear to see the dead unable to rest in peace, closed the lid of the coffin again, and even pushed back the soil of the nearby tomb with a rusty axe, recovering and recovering the mound.

Mandy's search continued, and after the same disappointment in the middle of the tomb, he immediately turned to the coffin on the far left, and this time the bad luck seemed to be far away, and the wanderers found yellowed pearl necklaces, well-preserved water lily-lily-shaped silver mirrors, a string of copper bracelets, four iron rings, and other jewelry, all of which seemed to be of little value.

"It's nice to have a good silver mirror, give it to Freel, she needs this. "Thorin decides who decides, and Cell, who has no opinion, and as for Wesley, who has been busy leveling the earth and restoring the tomb, he doesn't care about these trivial things.

Mandy shrugged her shoulders and pretended to be easy to hand the silver mirror to the only woman, and Friel took it with both hands, then lifted the hem of her dress to wipe it clean.

"Do you want to continue your adventure into the depths of the cemetery?" Aldridge finished his work at hand, and arrived at Cell's side with a rusty axe.

"Last time we didn't go this far, I'd love to try. Mandy the Wanderer spoke for most of the people, and since he had made up his mind to follow the crowd, Tris did not refuse.

As the five-person adventuring team marched in unison, the obscure and cold mist continued to roll and fade, and suddenly from the depths of the cemetery came the whispers of Xi Suosuo, and then a pair of emotionless silver-gray eyes suddenly opened.

As the iron armor moved, the parts collided with each other with a crisp sound, and the sharp long sword quietly came out of its sheath, Aldrich suddenly stood cold, his right hand clenched the axe, and his left hand stretched out horizontally, blocking Friel and the others: "Stop!"

Thorin and Cell, who had no opinion, immediately retracted their steps, except for the wanderer, who continued to move forward without paying attention, but his steps became much smaller, and the expression on his face changed from a big grin, and he returned to his usual cautious vigilance.

"Shhh...... Hum!" the sound of the blade cutting through the air fell on top of Mandy's head, and if Aldrich hadn't grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back, he would have been killed by a broken skull.

"Not good! the best of the fourth-order undead, the undead knight!" Thorin did not retreat, keeping Cell's back, and spellcasters who lacked equipment were always vulnerable, of course, they had to be properly protected.

"Wesley" predicted in advance, shot to save the wanderer, and immediately slashed at the zombie axe, and shot angrily, steadily overpowering the undead who carried out a sneak attack with the help of environmental cover, even if the shield was blocked, it was useless, and under the pressure, the "Undead Knight" fell to the ground on both knees.

The surrounding fog quietly dissipated, revealing the true face of the sneak attacker, and Friel saw it and hurriedly reminded her partner: "Everyone, it has no skeleton horse mount, it is not an undead knight, but an inferior undead warrior. ”

"Boom!" the humiliation of being overwhelmed by humans caused the undead to let out a hoarse roar, and the clatter of hooves and feet kicking and plowing the earth was immediately heard in the thick fog deep in the graveyard.

"It's over! It's like a crow's mouth, good things don't come, bad things follow. Thorin gripped Wesley's knight's sword in both hands and looked around to the left and right, choosing the direction of the undead mount facing the undead warrior who might be joining it.

As the footsteps of the hooves and feet got closer and closer, Aldrich felt the strength of the undead warrior who had been steadily suppressed by himself becoming stronger and stronger, and he hurriedly shouted: "Run!"

Even the most powerful knights and veterans with spell-casting abilities issued a warning, and Friel and Mandy, the two members of the adventure party who could not help, immediately turned around and fled, running wildly in the direction of the ruins of the ancient castle.

Thorin faced the skeletal horse that had broken through the fog and appeared in front of him, his body draped in heavy armor, losing confidence in the head-on confrontation, imitating "Wesley" to turn and spin, avoiding the impact of the undead mount, the blade swinging sideways over its undead body, and scorching sparks sparkling across the leaky iron armor.

Unconcerned about the slightest damage, the skeletal horse was driven by an invisible spur and charged Aldrich. In desperation, he could only give up the undead warrior, who was becoming stronger and stronger, take two steps back, turn around and grab Cell's arm, and drag him towards Mandy, Friel and the others.

Thorin had a good foot, and the last one to start was to pass the leading Wesley, and Aldrich knew that no one would be spared if he was chased by the undead knight's tail, and the knight's commandments made him make a decision that was in line with his identity.

"You go first, I'll be in charge of the break. ”

He stretched out his hand, and the "boiling sludge" automatically popped out of the scabbard and came to his right hand, which made Thorin frightened, but the threat to his life was still behind him, so he didn't care so much, casually told "take care", and rushed into the ruins with Cell's front and back feet.

Turning to face the undead knight, who had been successfully transferred to the Skeleton Horse, the undead had to cancel his hunting plan due to the unexpected change, and he was not affected by his emotions at all, and gently instigated his mount to take the opportunity to adjust the rhythm and charge.

The skeleton horse nailed to the horseshoe, its limbs like mallets constantly hitting the ground with a dull sound, the brisk rhythm gradually became dense, Aldrich estimated that he could not withstand the impact of people and horses, and could only watch the timing to roll over continuously, quite embarrassed, so that he could avoid the past.

The rust-red sword swept over the human's shoulder, and except for tearing away a few strands of rag, it did no harm at all, and finding that there was nothing to be done about the other party, the undead knight rushed towards the ruins of the castle unabated.

Aldrich let out a long breath of relaxation, and then remembered that Thorin and their safety were in danger, and he was afraid that the alliance was not an opponent of the fourth-order undead, so he hurriedly chased after him and planned to delay time with an attack.

Littered with skull fragments and zombie stumps, his tactics did work at first, forcibly dragging the undead knight back, but the High Necromancer, who had a little intelligence, ignored it, and Tris's little trick didn't work at all.

Annoying as a stinking fly, he waved away and continued to haunt without heeding, enraged by the Undead Knight, his silver-grey eyes faintly reddened, and he began to call out to the Cursed Blade as he rode his skeletal horse over the ruins of the castle walls.

Not long after, a long sickle-shaped knife appeared above the skeletal horse's head, and then quietly disappeared. The unwanted adventurer was once again at close range, and the undead knight's sword was raised and slashed down.

Aldrich, who had predicted it, took half a step back and avoided this blow without a mistake, but suddenly he suffered a cardiac arrest, and it seemed that the life-threatening death incarnation was nearby, and he hurriedly raised the zombie axe and the boiling mud to block it.

The undead knight's cursed blade reappeared, enveloping him in the shadow of death, and the blow that gathered enough strength was not enough for Tris's hasty and rudimentary cross-defense to resist, not only breaking through the protection of the axe and sword, but also slashing at the adventurer's chest and crushing him to the ground.

"Hmmm......"

There was no disembowelment of blood, and even the lethality of the Cursed Blade seemed to be insufficient, and the undead knight felt that the opponent was not being slashed by his own trick, but took the initiative to lie down to reduce most of the damage.

It raised the smoky rune sword in its hand again, but Aldrich didn't give the undead knight any chance, and rolled down the broken wall, the impact on his chest, even if the armor blocked it, still made him feel painful, but he was determined to force it down.

As the adventurer departed unscathed, the Undead Knight put away his sword, his tattered coat revealing a familiar form of armor, and he fell silently in thought.