Calamon blushed in embarrassment as the others exchanged amused glances. "Ah, little brother," said the big man, "come here! Wade has gone to find firewood, and maybe I can shoot a rabbit and stuff it between my teeth." ”

"Don't shoot anything!" Rodrith's voice suddenly became louder, startling everyone. "Don't hurt anything in the Dark Forest, not be it plants, trees, birds, or any animal!"

"I agree with Rodrith," Robert said. "We've got to stay in this forest tonight, I don't want to hurt people and animals if it's not necessary. ”

"Elves never want to kill," Hubble muttered. "The mage scared us half to death, and you want to starve us half to death. Well, if something attacks us tonight, hopefully we can eat it. ”

"You think the same thing as I do, dwarf. Calamon sighed and went to the stream to drink, hoping to quench the hunger in his belly.

Wade came back with firewood. "I didn't chop wood," he assured Rodrith. "Just pick up the firewood on the ground. ”

But even the river breeze can't raise a fire. "The firewood is all wet. He eventually gave up and threw the velvet box into his backpack.

"We need a little light. Hubble said uneasily in the night. The sound that sounded very pleasant during the day now sounded extremely threatening and evil.

"You shouldn't be scared of what I'm telling about kids!" Rodleys hissed.

"No!" protested the dwarf. "I just don't want the Kandes to mess with my bag in the dark. ”

"Good. Rodlis said in an unusually soft voice. He pronounced the commanding phrase, "Schlack." Pure white light poured from the crystal ball on the staff. There was a heavy yin aura in the light, and in fact, this light only made the surrounding environment look even more terrifying.

"Now, here comes the light you need. The mage whispered, thrust his staff hard into the wet ground.

At this moment, Robert suddenly realized that his elven vision was gone, and he should have seen the warm dark red images of his companions in the dark, but they were now shadows hidden in the starry night.

The half-elf didn't mention it to the others, but the comforting serenity had been replaced by sharp fear.

"I was the first to be on duty for the night. Stone said heavily. "I shouldn't have slept with a head hurt like this. I know someone who did it — and he never woke up. ”

"We had to keep vigil in twos and twos. Robert said. "I'm keeping vigil with you. ”

With the exception of Rodlis, the others opened their backpacks and began to lay on the soft grass. Rodrith sat on the path, the light of the staff shining on his bowed head. Stone sat under another tree, and Robert walked to the creek to drink water.

He suddenly heard a creepy voice coming from behind him. He drew his sword with lightning speed, and the others quickly drew their weapons. Rodrith remained in his original position, unmoved.

"Lay down your weapons. "They won't help at all." Only weapons with powerful magical powers can hurt these guys. ”

A squad of fighters surrounded them. This situation alone is enough to frighten the average person, but these adventurers can cope with this simple situation, and what they can't deal with is the infinite and almost suffocating sense of fear. Everyone remembered what Calamon had said: "I can fight a living creature every day, but I can't die." ”

These warriors are nothing more than moving "corpses".

Their appearance is just a mist that glows white. It was as if the breath of life still lingered on this body after death. The muscles and flesh are rotten, but the soul vaguely remembers what it looked like when it was alive. These spirits apparently hold other memories.

Each warrior wears the ancient armor of his memory and holds the deadly weapon of his memory. But the undead don't need these weapons. They can kill enemies out of fear, and their cold hands are also terrible weapons to kill.

How are we going to fight them?" thought Robert, frantically, for he had never been so afraid of any living enemy. Panic completely swallowed up reason, and he considered shouting at the others to run away.

The half-elf forces himself to calm down and return to the real world. The real world!, he laughed almost helplessly. There is no use in escaping: they will get lost, they will scatter. They're going to have to stay and deal with the threat - in some way they haven't thought of yet.

He began to walk towards the ghostly pawns, the lifeless warriors making no sound, no threatening movements. They just stand, blocking all retreats. Their number is difficult to estimate, as some flickering disappear and others flickering.

But it didn't matter, Robert confessed to himself in a cold sweat. An undead creature can destroy us all with a single finger.

As the half-elves approached the warriors, they saw a glint out of the corner of their eyes—the staff of Rodlis. The mage leaned on his staff, standing in front of his huddled companions. Robert walked up to him. The pale light shone on the mage's face, making him look as sinister as the soldier in front of him.

"Welcome to the Dark Forest, Robert. The mage said.

"Rodrith—" Robert coughed. He tried to make a sound in his dry throat. "These are—"

"Spirit creatures. The mage said intently. "We've had some luck. ”

"Good luck?" repeated Robert, incredulously. "Why?"

"These are the souls of people who have sworn to complete a certain task, but have failed and died. Their punishment is to keep carrying out these tasks until they find a way to save themselves and find true rest. ”

"Damn! how can we be considered lucky?" Robert whispered angrily, letting go of his pent-up anger. "They've sworn to kill everyone who invades this forest!"

"Possibly," Rodrith glanced at the half-elf—"though I don't think it's very likely. We'll find out in a moment. ”

Before Robert could react, the mage left his companions and faced the group of ghosts.

"Little Ray!" Calamon's voice seemed to be choked in his throat, and he began to squeeze forward, trying to protect his brother.

"Stop him, Robert. Rodrith ordered hoarsely. "Our lives depend on what I'm going to do next. ”

Grabbing the warrior's arm, Robert asked Rodrith, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to cast spells so we can communicate with them. Then connect with them, and they can speak through me. ”

The mage lifted his hood and stretched out his hands and said, "Sakaraka, Satansbell—" and he muttered the sentence three times, as if it were important. As Rhodelis chanted the incantation, the Ghost Warrior parted in both directions, making way for a body that was stronger and more terrifying than any other Ghost.

The ghost was taller than the other warriors, with a looming crown on its head, ancient armor adorned with many dark jewels, and a face of deep regret and loss, and steadily walked towards Rodrith.