Outside the town, the mist rises in the watery night, and the chill of late summer and early autumn drifts through the forest with the breeze. The temperature difference between day and night at the end of the pen~fun~pavilion www.biquge.info the sunny moon made Byron, who was only wearing thin linen clothes, shiver.

He looked up slightly, and Sam had deliberately walked back and forth in front of him a few times.

"No, I'm going to save the lord!" Sam paced a few steps anxiously, and found Alan still standing in place: "Alan, what are you doing, don't come with me yet." ”

The young guard looked embarrassed and turned his gaze to Byron, counting on him to dissuade Sam. However, Byron was crouching on the ground checking his backpack, and he didn't see his eyes asking for help, and of course, he would ignore it.

Sam glanced at Byron, who was with the old god, and was angry: "Byron, you also come to help, I can pay." ”

"Hey, hey. Isn't it good to drag me to death by yourself?" Byron put a thick cloak on the ground, lay down and tried it, it was as warm and comfortable as he had imagined.

"Death, I swore to protect the Arnold family, and the people of this land. I'm not looking for death, I'm trying to protect my lord's glorious death. ”

Byron rolled over and got up from his cloak and pouted, the point of that sentence was obvious, don't drag him down......

"Captain, I understand your feelings, but there are necromancers there. Alan weakly protested.

"Would you rather flee like a coward or fight like a warrior?" answer me, Alan. Sam roared loudly.

Eren was in trouble again, but before he could answer, another voice came from the darkness not far away.

"You're such an idiot, Sam. ”

"Who's there?" Sam and Alan instantly tensed, could it be that those bullies of the lucky friends chased them into the wilderness?

"Hmph. Amos stepped out of the shadows.

Seeing this grocery store owner, Sam and Alan were stunned, what's the situation?

"Amos, why are you here?" Sam looked surprised.

"Why can't I be here? Have you bought this place?"

Amos showed Ariel's little head behind her, and she happily waved at the group, then pointed at her father, making an apologetic expression, signaling to ignore his stinky temper.

Byron put everything back into his backpack: "Amos, why did you come?" ”

"It's not you idiots who have made the town restless, and the garrison and the bullies and hooligans have poured out, if it weren't for me...... Hum. He didn't want to say more, obviously concerned about Sam and Allen's existence.

"Is that Chablis guy alright?"

The bald uncle said incorrectly: "I don't know, who cares about that guy?" But I heard that he was just beaten and injured a little, and he can't leave for the time being. ”

So Byron put his mind at ease, he knew for the first time that the grocery store owner was not simple, or Chably once said something that made Byron hear the clue. The relationship between the two is obviously not the fox friend on the surface.

"Now that we're all together, let's go first. ”

"Wait," "Where are you going?" shouted Amos and Sam one after the other.

Byron looked back suspiciously, why did this bald uncle mess around with Sam?

"Wait, Byron, that wizard isn't in town. Amos's eyes were empty, and his narrowed eyes shone with a light called danger.

"He walked in the direction of the Jackal Road this afternoon. ”

"The way of the jackal?" Byron's hand movement also survived. A thought flashed through his mind like lightning: he knew where the bear goblin came from.

But why did you knock Sam unconscious?

Byron glanced stealthily at the captain of the guard, who was rubbing his left hand on his waist impatiently.

Two hours later—

Byron was lying in the thick grass, about 5 meters in front of him, a soldier in a garrison uniform was standing in a daze, and behind him was the back door of the manor, a newly installed black wooden door.

After waiting patiently for a while, the insects in the grass began to sound again, and Byron breathed a sigh of relief, but the guy standing by the door did not pay attention to this side at all, and he was worried in vain.

At this moment, the wooden door creaked open, and the soldier turned back, a slightly thin hand covering his mouth, and in his blank eyes, the black dagger flickered by.

Amos, the bald uncle, gently lowered the soldier to the ground, and then made a gesture, Byron quickly jumped out, and the two dragged the soldier's body into the grass, and the lush grass was enough to drown people's knees because it was untended.

Byron's eyes were unusually bright in the moonlight because of their dilated pupils. He stared straight at Amos, fantasizing in his heart that he would become an assassination mage hidden in the darkness.

"Your eyes are making me uncomfortable, so I don't want to hurry up. The matte-finished dagger in Amos' hand swirled around his fingertips.

Byron licked his somewhat dry lips, followed Amos, walked through the wooden door, and locked it shut.

Situated on a gentle slope to the east of the town, the manor house is surrounded by trees and thorns, and the main building of the manor house is more of a castle than a house.

The two of them walked through the long hallway through the back door and entered a spacious room. In the middle of the room lay two long wooden tables with plates on them. On the wall there are several closets nailed to them, on which are placed clay pots, pots of various sizes. Above the jar hangs a net pocket with garlic in it.

This is the kitchen of the estate.

There were two more doors in the kitchen, and Amos pulled the one close to him, and inside was a stone staircase that swirled upwards, and he motioned for Byron to follow, and then the two of them walked lightly up the slightly damp staircase, which ended in an auditorium with a statue of Ross in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

On the platform in front of the statue, the two-winged angel on the left is the Tulani Angel who loves the Thorny Celestial Clan, and the Yakong Protoss holding the moon wheel on the right is the Star Divine Messenger. The rows of benches below the Great Hall were all crooked, and it seemed that the hooligans did not like it here.

Byron and Amos slipped up to the open double doors of the Great Hall.

Noise began to erupt in the manor, and the main building in the distance was lit by fire, emitting puffs of smoke. Some of the young men of the garrison were busy fighting the fires, while cries of murder could be heard in the distance.

Byron and Amos looked at each other.

I didn't expect Sam to really save the fat lord who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and he didn't know whether to despise his foolish loyalty or praise his virtues.

For a while, he watched the thick smoke, fire, and noisy crowds in the distance. The two of them quickly walked through the garden in the center of the manor, down the empty corridor, all the way to the end.

Amos waved his hand backwards, signaling for someone in front of him, silencing, and then he dived into the darkness. After a bend, clover with clover on both arms, the cloaked bully held on to the door of the warehouse despite the fire in the distance.

Obviously there is something very important here.

A cold blue glow appeared in Byron's hand, and he remained focused to keep the spell at his fingertips. The uncle's figure slowly approached from the left side of the warehouse, and then turned into a black streamer, and the two guards turned their heads slightly, and before they could shout, the bully who approached Amos had his throat cut. The other bully was hit on the head by Byron's spell and hit his head against the stone wall of the warehouse, causing him to faint.

The two took the fainted guy into the warehouse together and soon discovered the entrance to the cellar.

Behind the stacked goods in the warehouse, a stone staircase swirled underground, and the two looked at each other in the darkness as Byron choked the bully's man. He took a sharp breath and woke up.

In front of him were two dark figures, and he was startled, and immediately came to his senses, instantly recalling what had just happened. Byron whispered in his ear: "If you have a brain, don't yell, answer my questions honestly, and nod when you understand." ”

Feeling the unique coolness of metal coming from his back, the bully knew that he had no other choice, so he had to nod. Byron took his hand off the bully's mouth and asked, "Is there a mechanism down there?"

"Nope. ”

"Where is it down?"

"The camp, our home base. ”

"How many people are in there?"

"I don't know, I don't know how to count. ”

Byron:......

The bully was forced to walk in front, and the trio walked down the stone steps to the end of the light black old wooden door, which was unlocked. With a slight push from the bully, the door opened, and a dim light shone through the crack in the door.

Byron tightened the dagger resting on the bully, and glanced a little nervously behind him, where Amos was still hiding in the dark.

The two pushed the door open and walked in, a long, semicircular passageway, most of which was lit up by oil lamps hanging from the walls. At the edge of the passage are lined with barrels on wooden shelves. The faltering light of the fire made Byron somewhat unclear at the end of the passage, but it was supposed to be a door.

Byron nudged the bully and motioned for him to keep walking. The two of them walked to the end and opened the wooden door, which suddenly opened up, it was a large storage room, and on the left was a large number of wooden barrels stacked together, and the open wooden barrels contained some cured pork. To the left of the storage room is a cistern with a pool of crystal clear drinking water.

It might have been a good idea to poison it, but unfortunately he didn't have any poison on him. Byron sighed slightly and pushed the bully on.

When the door to the left of the storage room opened, there was a narrow passage lined with cells fenced off by iron bars.

Seeing the door open, the people inside immediately cowered and hid in the corner, and buried their heads deeply. The men were all dressed in uniform grey linen prison uniforms, but Byron recognized a few people—travelers, villagers who had disappeared on the Jackal Trail or in the town.

A woman with long brown hair seemed to have discovered the antagonistic relationship between the two, and she boldly approached the bar. Seeing Byron's dagger against the bullie's back, the woman's face immediately showed joy, and she stretched her hand out of the iron fence, trying to grab Byron's clothes.

"Help me, help me. She pleaded.

The other people in the cell also stuck to the bars and pleaded, and the buzzing sound instantly rang out in the small space on the ground. Both Byron and the bullies had hard looks on their faces.

"No ......" Before the bully could say a word, Byron stabbed him with a dagger in the back.

Byron turned and ran, and the cell burst into a cry.

"Close the door. Amos stood at the door of the storeroom and glanced meaningfully at Byron, who was now pale and in a cold sweat.

Byron closed the wooden door, and Amos whispered, "That's the cell, usually the bottom of the cellar, but look here." ”

The two of them came to the corner of the wall where there was a cistern in the storage room, the wall here looked a little uneven, Byron had a vague idea, so he looked towards Amos, and the bald uncle nodded at him: "It's a secret door." ”

The two soon found the mechanism to open the secret door by the barrel filled with water on the edge of the cistern. With a rumbling sound of movement, a cavern made entirely of dirt appeared in front of the two of them.

"It's freshly dug up. Amos took a piece of earth from the cave wall and looked at it carefully.

"It's the necromancer. ”

"So, that means ...... This is what those skeletons dug up?"

The two of them stopped talking, but both felt the tension rise. The uncle took down the oil lamp from the outside of the storeroom, and the two of them rushed in turn.

After walking a short distance down the passage, Byron noticed a faint light of fire ahead.

He stopped cautiously, and in front of him hung an oil lamp on the uneven mud wall. The undead do not need lights, and oil lamps need to be regularly added with oil.

There are guards here.

Amos rushed out first, Byron hurried to follow, and the dirt path soon came to an end, and a hall appeared in front of the two.

The hall is 20 feet high, and the murals on its four walls show a group of humans wearing pale masks welcoming the Grim Reaper, the black burqa completely covering the Grim Reaper with a brass scythe, and the door to the underworld behind him is wide open, and countless bone claws are sticking out of it. The whole land was desolate, as if the world was slowly sinking to death.

The air-dried oil paint naturally falls off, and under the mottled wall, the smooth and rounded lines continue to write the deeds of the gods.

The columns in the hall are carved with jawless skeletons.

This was obviously not the work of a necromancer, both Byron and Amos, both of whom had seen the same shape of the building, the Temple.

A temple of the ancient god of death!

And this ancient god must have fallen, because, in the continent of Cyril, there is now only one god who holds the priesthood of death, the King of the Eternal Night: the Lord of the End of All Things, who rules over the worlds of death, the dead, and the undead.