In the darkness of night, a majestic griffin fluttered its wide wings covered with golden feathers, and in the blink of an eye, it had flown out of the outer perimeter of the Grey Mist Castle and disappeared into the night.

Looking at this scene in front of them, the three people who had just rescued Saicaro were all scolding, they didn't expect the famous scavenger in the underground world to be like this, running faster than the reporters of Radio Covia.

They didn't have time to curse him at the moment, because in the gray mist, a cold gaze had firmly locked on them, and when they had a slight flaw, they would be greeted by the fatal blow of the Headless Horseman.

The three of them looked at each other covertly and immediately understood each other's thoughts, and instantly dispersed into triangles, each defending a corner, ready to counterattack.

Although the most powerful shapeshifter on paper among them, Saicarlo, has fled, the remaining few people who dare to come naturally have hole cards, and they will not be directly frightened like Saicaro.

"Angel, know the dust, mark us his location. The cowboy with two guns shouted into the distance, and in the distance there was a figure in the distance, who was the last to arrive Gypsy wandering witch.

Thorn !!

Before he could finish his words, countless gray mist had already condensed and shot directly at the witch like arrows, accompanied by the sound of trampling horses' hooves.

The Headless Horseman Lancelot naturally wouldn't let others reveal his location, and with his rich combat experience, he naturally understood the importance of killing first, and the skeletal war horse under him had already carried him through the protective circle of the three of them, heading straight for the witch in the distance.

"Oops!"

Before the Headless Horseman could attack her, countless arrows composed of gray mist had already pierced the witch's figure, and Lancelot had no time to rejoice in the figure before he blurred for a while, and he was about to hide in the gray mist again.

Because after the figure in front of him blurred for a while, it directly exploded into countless points of light and scattered down, and the one in front of him was not a real person at all, just a mirror image formed by a spell.

The three people behind him smiled at this time, and the mysterious man who was wearing a wide black robe and hid himself in the dark without making a move suddenly half-squatted down, and the withered yellow bandages wrapped around his body under the black robe instantly fell off his arms.

The strange lines on the withered yellow bandage shimmered with a dark red light, and it writhed like a snake, winding around the ground again and again, constructing a mysterious technique.

"In the name of the archpharaoh Haya Iscarant, the dead are sealed. ”

As soon as the whisper of the mysterious man fell, the mystical spell made of withered yellow bandages in front of him disappeared before his eyes.

The figure of the Headless Horseman Lancelot, who had escaped into the gray mist, paused abruptly.

In front of him, dense incantations formed a huge mummy with a golden crown and a snow-white bandage wrapped around his body. The mummy's scarlet eyes stared at him with an emotionless gaze, a large bandaged palm holding it firmly in place.

Lancelot continued to stir up his strength, but the snow-white bandage wrapped around his body was extremely tough, and at the same time, he was constantly absorbing the death power in his body to strengthen the power of the seal.

For a moment, Lancelot couldn't break free from the strange seal of the dead.

The three people in the distance naturally would not let go of this good opportunity, the pitch-black and white brilliance continued to hit the cold and dark classical armor on Lancelot's body, and the sound of "dangdangdang" kept coming from the armor, and the cowboy's attack could not break through the defense of Lancelot's armor at all, after all, this armor that accompanied him to die in battle was already an ordinary mortal armor under the impregnation of death power.

Whew!!

With a terrible cry of an eagle, a huge griffin swooped down from the air in the night with an infinite wind, its sharp claws making intimate contact with Lancelot's armor.

Between the sparks, an uncomfortable screeching sound continued to come from the place where the two came into contact, and Lancelot's armor was directly torn open by the griffin's sharp and flickering iron claws.

The three people in the distance looked at the griffin that had turned back again, and without the slightest expression of surprise on their faces, they went straight to surround them.

"Hey, Boss, you're coming a little slowly. The cowboy said casually to the griffin who had turned back, and it was clear that the bad relationship between them was not as simple as it had just appeared.

Saicaro just glanced at him and didn't say anything, and continued to tear the armor of the Headless Horseman with his sharp claws, even if when he tore his armor just now, the blood between the nails and claws that had already been worn out was dripping, but he still didn't react, and he continued to tear his armor, ready to pull out his soul fire.

The young man in casual clothes looked at the headless horseman who was still resisting, and said in a disdainful tone, "This guy is not as powerful as rumored, I knew that we would kill it directly, why do you want to play such a play, and waste so much time." ”

"He doesn't have a head, don't you have a head?" Before the young man's words could be finished, he was directly interrupted by Saicaro, his huge eagle head stared at the few people in front of him and said impatiently, "The head of the Chimera I transformed into was cut off by him with a single sword, which of you can withstand his attack, and you are sure that we will not die in a real head-on fight?"

"Okay, okay, you're right, who made you the leader, you have the final say!" the young man in casual clothes spread his hands and closed his mouth.

"Okay, don't say more, let Angel come over and prepare to clean up this guy's soul fire, let's go to the Gray Mist Castle first to see if there is a Fountain of Youth, 50 million want us to kill the headless horseman, and then they send someone to take the Fountain of Youth, the guys of the Morgan family really don't know the origin of the Gray Mist Castle when we are all fools?"

"They didn't even think that we had formed an organization early, and if it weren't for the suspicion that those guys thought too much, we would have declared it openly. But it's better to do that, it's better for our actions. ”

Secaro looked at the few people in front of him and quickly ordered, the air in the open space around him writhed, and Angel, the gypsy wandering witch, had already appeared beside him.

She lightly held the crystal ball suspended in her palm and rotated slightly, and directly prepared the crack in the armor that was torn by Secaro, and tried to take out the soul fire of the headless horseman Lancelot completely with some difficulty.

After all, the soul fire of a scourge level undead creature is a good thing, and it is basically difficult to obtain on a daily basis, whether it is used as an enchantment material or made into a soul prism, it is a very valuable thing.

In the Grey Mist Castle, Teresa reluctantly put various items into her magic pocket, ready to evacuate from the Grey Mist Castle at any time.

Although she didn't particularly like to stay here, she was still a little sad at the thought that she might never come back in the future, and a reluctant sadness suddenly flowed from her round little face.

The sadness didn't last long, and Delissa's mood improved again, after all, no head would always be by her side, and it was the same everywhere.

Delissa hummed a ballad and jumped around picking out all sorts of useful things and putting them in her pocket.

"This is Delissa's favorite swan feather bed, this one must be brought, but it seems to be a little too big, and it can't fit the brainless favorite ceremonial armor. ”

Dressa reluctantly looked at her swan feather bed, and finally put this set of classical ceremonial armor into it, but I like this armor very much, and I will take it out and wipe it if I have nothing to do, and he will definitely be sad if I leave it here.

After all this, Delisa circled around the castle again, and when she was sure that she had brought all the important items with her, she clapped her little hands, and her big round eyes looked at the gray mist rolling and boiling pine forest in the distance, and prayed secretly.

"You have to come back safely without a head!" ”

The little witch who was praying did not realize that behind her, a shadow had quickly snaked from the corner to her back, and danger was already close to her.

"No!! Delisa !!"

Angel, who had already pulled out the soul fire of the Headless Horseman Lancelot, suddenly felt a huge force coming from the soul fire in front of her, and the crystal ball in her palm was carried away a little. Angel hurriedly increased his mana, manipulated the crystal ball, and continued to absorb the soul fire of the Headless Horseman.

Before Angel could completely control it, the orange-red soul fire in front of her suddenly contracted, and then swelled again, and the surging soul power directly isolated the attraction of the crystal ball in Angel's palm, and the soul fire quickly returned to the broken armor on the ground and stood up, and then a call from the soul spread throughout the entire gray mist forest.

"Squire, come to me. ”

At this moment, the entire gray mist pine forest suddenly fell silent, and no sound was heard, and the world seemed to fall into silence.

The next moment, deep on the edge of the Grey Mist Castle.

In this clean and clean place where there was no gray mist of pine trees and fallen leaves, the ground suddenly shook slightly.

A pale arm bone suddenly protruded from the ground, and a skeleton that looked some age stood up from the dirt, shook its skeleton and shook off the dirt it had accidentally carried, and then pulled a rusty knight's sword from the dirt around it.

By the time it had done all this, nearly fifty skeletons had been assembled in the clearing. Some of them rode bone horses and held bone spears, some held broken flagpoles without flags, and some carried rotten wooden shields and long swords.

The skeletons quickly formed a formation, quickly shuttling through the gray mist and pine forest, and before they could react, they quickly came to their master, the Headless Horseman Lancelot, and bowed respectfully, their voices as sincere and loyal as hundreds of years ago.

"Will fight for you, my lord!!"