Thunder and lightning danced wildly over the Black Forest, and nothing could stop it from happening, not even the grave keepers. Didn't they eat, sleep, and walk at its feet, but the range of movement of these people was too limited, and they had nowhere else to go except the triangular fortress and the lifeless woods outside. By the way, they were accompanied by the river demon swamp that would take a hundred years to reach the end, and the white snow-capped mountain. It was difficult for Woragan to look up for the shadow of the snow-capped mountains, and it was difficult to find the white outline in the darkness, like looking for a shade in the vast desert under the scorching sun. Although the snow-capped mountains are high, their height is not as deep as that of the Black Forest. Over here...... It's damp, rotten, it's dark, and especially these people who live here all year round have weird tempers. It's no wonder that no one can expect people who spend all day in dungeons to be normal.

But they treat me like a dead man, no, maybe they think I'm a thief and a beggar. Woragon leaned alone against the stone pillars on the south side of the courtyard, and Koplin sat silently on the stone steps at his feet. And the young man, with a white face, who only knew how to sweep the floor in his head, was still in the courtyard at the moment, walking east and west with a broom, and as long as there was dust, he was like finding gold. "He's just like you?"

Kaplin looked at the boy who was looking down, "It won't be long before we will be like us." ”

"How did he get through the snowy mountains?"

"His parents were killed by the undead, his sister and brother froze to death, and he was the only one who survived. We brought him here and that's it. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

"There's nothing to be sorry about, it's destined by God, no one can slip through the net, he is destined to come here and become a member of the grave keepers. ”

"Everything is fate. Voragon remembered what the Twitans used to say.

"Everyone here has their own mission, and we can't escape it, I know, you know, right, Men in Black. ”

You seem to think you know the Men in Black very well, but you are wrong, the Men in Black and the Grave Keeper are not in the same world, and our worldview is different. "Perhaps. ”

"I'll take you to the city walls, and you'll understand. "Kaplin led Woracan up the stairs and up the walls. The light that had just shrouded his head was now underfoot, and overhead was a mixture of lightning and thunder. Beneath the city walls, a dark gray path runs straight to the east, flanked by strangely shaped trees. This road leads to the river demon swamp, to the three levels of the grave keeper, and if it were an unwitting outsider standing here, who would have thought that this road would actually be the road to the land of the dead.

The guards patrolling the ring wall stood by the guards, their hoods draped over their heads, their bows and arrows standing behind their backs, and their eyes never taking their eyes off the east. "Black clouds, storms, and lightning are just some boring tricks, and the 'iron wall' forged by dark magic has deceived all the curious, and naturally become an insurmountable chasm, those undead who are good at disguise stand on the opposite side and snicker, but they are bent on dominating the human continent, lies, killing, hum! ”

A few bolts of lightning flickered, and the hills in the distance were illuminated, undulating like a desolate cemetery, where the withered woods had thinned out, and farther away were bare. Vorragon subconsciously avoided the barren land, thinking to himself how their Lord Awinhay could have come from that direction, which was completely unreasonable. "It is precisely because of the grave keeper that the undead have not invaded the human continent on a large scale, whether it is killing or lying, evil can never defeat justice. ＂

"That's just the law we've been following, Men in Black... When people lose the faith in their hearts, the law disappears, so stick to the faith in their hearts... It is an invincible weapon of the enemy,... The grave keeper has always lived here, holding on to this treasure for thousands of years, and he is our source of motivation. ＂

Woracan pursed his lips and looked at Kaplin, wishing you were smiling when you said that, to make sure you were dead. "I don't know anything about your mission other than guarding me all day. ＂

"Just like my companions. "Before you were here, I was in charge of guarding the South Gate and patrolling the Black Forest. In short, this forest is my patrol range, and sometimes I go all the way to the foot of the Delong Snow Mountain. Then take a big circle around the edge of the forest and return to the fortress. Have you ever seen candles on the road, or wooden towers, which are our supply points? But if time is of the essence, we will go straight back to the South Gate checkpoint. For some reason, the undead are becoming more frequent these days, and if I'm right, I'll be taking over my companion in three days. ”

Of course, it will be frequent, because the contract is destroyed, and the defeated undead are gradually awakening. "How many people are there?"

"Less than two hundred, but enough. "Some of us are good at archery, some are good at close combat, some are good at advice, some are good at magic. Especially magic, which plays a vital role in many times. ”

"I thought only dwarves and earth elves could do magic. Worakon said frankly.

"The magic of the dwarves and earth elves is for play, not here. But Lord Awinhay's scepter could withstand hundreds of undead. Very few of us are studying with Lord Awinhay, hoping to do our little bit to resist the darkness. ”

"Apparently it worked. ”

"The Blood Gate level is not protected by the Ainoa Holy Light Barrier, but the North Gate level and the South Gate level are different. You should know that the dark tokens that wander the river demon swamp like to gather around the Blood Gate level, as long as there are undead trying to pass through the swamp, they first have to find a way to break through the dark token level, but every time it is almost a failure, although the Blood Gate level is facing the entrance of the undead, but there is not much pressure there. On the contrary, the south gate and the north gate are not the same. ”

Woragon remembered the barrier of light forged by the Earth Elves in the Pillar of Dawn, and it was said that all humans were protected by the Pillar of Dawn until the Guardians came to the land and the coalition forces repelled the dead to the east of the Delon Snowy Mountains. "How long will Lord Awinhay's magical barrier last?"

"To tell you the truth, the grave keepers have to rebuild the barrier every day to ensure that the number of undead does not increase. ”

"That's probably the only way. Wallagon stared at the black clouds and flickering thunder and lightning at the end, inwardly estimating the size of the undead entrance, but what really puzzled him was the origin of the Guardian, Maester Pesil had never told the Man in Black, and forbade the Man in Black to talk about it. "Did your adults tell you where they came from?"

Kaplin shook his head, "This is the secret of the Guardians, the secret between Lord Awinhay, Master Peshir, and Lord Orendin. I always felt that when they came here, they made a vow that they could not break. He touched Voragon with his elbow, "We can't stay here for long, Lord Lan has an order, and you can only walk around the courtyard and your room during the time that Lord Awinhay has not returned." I can only bring you up because ....... ”

"I was glad to accept the idea. Woragon followed Kaplin back to the porch. The two of them stayed here for a long time, and it was during this time that Woracan understood how boring it was to join the Grave Keeper. He couldn't do anything, only the light above his head gave him a little comfort. There is no rain to fall here, no sunshine rises and sets, and there are no seasons. Be merciful, how long will I stay here? He suddenly felt very tired and tired, and his eyelids were heavy. "I'll go and rest, Lord Cowling, and I'll not be with you. ”

Kaoplin nodded, he was tired enough Woragon could tell, and the two of them went into their rooms. Lan Yi arranged it very well, she specially arranged Kaoplin's accommodation next to him, and it only took a few steps to lie on each other's beds. Vorragon scoffed, hoping that Avenhay would be sensible to the man in black.

Anxiety and restlessness shaped horrific dreams in Voragon's groggy mind, and he dreamed of blood staining the river red, and of a thousand spears stuck in the bridge of the giants, each with a human head, and combed hair, and a face as bright as molten silver, and their eyes glaring, all of them focused on the sky under the black clouds. Lightning flashed through the clouds like twigs, blasting towards the desolate town of Rotten Wood, which was instantly a sea of fire. Standing on the Giant's Bridge, the head of the spear in his spear blowing at him, the stench and acid rot filling his mouth and nose, he stumbled out of the Giant's Bridge and found himself standing at the foot of the Delon Snow Mountain. Ormond and Irina, who accompanied him, stood side by side, silent as statues of stone.

Voragon tried to ask them what was going on in Rotten Wood, but found that they had no mouth, smooth skin covering their teeth, and no gaps in it. Frightened, he turned away from them and looked for what he thought was the safest place. He walked and walked, walked and walked, but he couldn't get out of the foot of the snowy mountain. So he stopped to observe the road conditions, and halfway up the snow-capped mountainside, a hundred wolf spirits wailed, and when they fell silent again, Voragon heard the sound of the wolf spirits swooping down, and rushed to Voragon with a devastating force, and the snow rolled under the wolf's hooves, and the withered trees were uprooted by the wind carried by the wolf spirits. When he mustered up his courage to face the wolf spirits, he saw the grave keepers sitting on them, wielding whips and swords with hideous faces.

I'm not going to be afraid of you, no. Vorragon drew his weapon and held it against his chest. A hundred wolf spirits were close at hand, and suddenly a kind call passed by his ears, and everything in front of him turned into clouds in an instant, and the wolf spirits were no more, and the grave keepers disappeared without a trace, even Ormond and Irina were gone.

"Worakon, Woragon. "The voice came from the sky, and he found that there was lightning in the depths of the sky, and whenever the lightning flashed, that voice appeared," Woragan ...... Worakon. ”

"Volagan, run!" Maester Pesil suddenly appeared from behind him, he was bruised, his sword was broken, and his arm was ...... The arm is missing. But the other hand remained, and he dragged Worakon to run, as fast as the wind. But the voice was in hot pursuit. Until the two of them came to a white building with colored light flowing, the silver carved door was open for the two of them, as if there was someone behind the door, but there was nothing here.

"Maester Pesil, what's going on?" Vola found herself able to speak again.

"Orendine, he betrayed us, he took the deeds, killed everyone!" Maester Pesil didn't care about his lost arm, but he was so weak that it took a lot of strength to speak.

"How could it be? I just... How did you get here just now when you were in the fortress of the Black Forest?" As soon as he finished speaking, a black claw reached out from the sky and dragged Pesil into the misty sky. He wanted to drag Pesil back, but it was too late.

"Run, run, you idiot!" the voice was faint like a passing wind.

"Wake up, Master Awinhay wants to see you. ＂

Voragon woke up from his dream, sweat soaking through his collar. Damn nightmare. Woragon sat on the plank bed, thinking about the strange dream, and always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. "Okay, I'll go right away. "Perhaps this dream is a reminder that I should always be cautious and that this task must be completed smoothly. Woragon got up, draped his cloak over his shoulders, drank a large glass of water, and followed the guard to the chamber.

There were a lot of people gathered in the hall, and he saw Lan Yi with a serious face, Kaplin who seemed to be smiling, Mazir Abbas, who was emaciated, and people he had never seen before. One of them caught the eye of Volagan, he was quite old, his silver-white hair seemed to have never been cleaned, and his dark skin did not show that he was a man as respectable as Maester Peshir, except that the scepter in his hand was curious. He occupies a high platform, and the crowd gathers around him to listen silently or exchange glances with each other. He's Avinhai, yes, but it's completely different from what I imagined. I thought...... I thought he should have the same tall stature, muscular figure, delicate facial features, grace, and rough and thick heart as the young Bachelor Pesil.

As soon as Lan found out that Vorragon had come here, he whispered in the old man's ear, and the old man turned sideways and said, "Come and sit down, you must have suffered a lot along the way, and you won't be completely used to coming to the Black Forest." All eyes turned to Voragon at the same time.

"It's been a good ride, I think...... It's going to take a while to get used to it. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, but Vorragon looked away first, and he looked at Kaplin, who was standing beside the old man, and he seemed a little sad and worried. They must have brought back bad news from the River Demon Swamp, but the news I'm about to bring is not a good thing either.