"Be careful, it's corrupt skeletons, they're flexible. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" the older priest whispered in Byron's ear.

Corrupt skeletons are living corpses that come from homicidal maniacs or villains. They died before they could atone for their sins, and a strong hatred of all living creatures tormented them, making them yearn for life again.

The skeleton covered with a flesh-colored film, the protruding eyes, and the wriggling skeleton on the vertebrae stretched out its slender and twisted tongue, and flexibly jumped off the stone platform, twisted its neck, and charged with an axe.

Priest Pine took out a small piece of parchment with sacred words written on it, and pasted it on Byron's back, and the rapid spit out the holy words, and the whole paper disintegrated, and the black words on it turned into holy white celestial words around Byron, forming a spherical shield.

The two shriveled skeletons had already rushed in front of the three of them, and the older priest rushed forward first with a hammer.

"Bell, bell". The crisp clash of metal immediately rang out.

These skeletons possess extraordinary agility and strength. The skeleton jumped slightly, raised its axe, and slashed from above. The elder priest was slightly stunned, these low-level undead actually knew how to jump and slash?

The priest was slightly stunned, but he didn't have time to dodge, so he could only raise the hammer with all his strength and take the axe.

He snorted, and the tremendous force from above made him immediately kneel on the ground. The skeleton opened its mouth slightly, and its twisted tongue flew out, intent on attacking the priest's head. The old man tilted his head slightly, dodging the blow. But the nimble tongue curled in the air, holding his neck tightly.

The priest's eyes widened in anger, and he took out the dagger on his waist with his left hand, and quickly slashed upward, and the huge force in his throat immediately loosened. Before he could catch his breath, the skeleton kicked him in the head, and the priest immediately fell backwards.

The continuous Word came to an abrupt halt, and divine light shot out of Pyne's eyes past the older priest, through the gaps between the rotten skeleton's ribs, and into the flesh of its chest.

The dark carrion immediately wriggled violently, and the skeleton retreated, its jaws opening and closing.

"Be careful, they have simple wisdom. The Battle Priest rose from the ground, the wooden emblem in his hand glowing with a white light, the old word sonorously and powerfully, and a bucket-thick grace descended from the stone ceiling above the hallway, enveloping him.

Byron was slashed by the corrupt skeleton's axe, and rolled at the feet of Priest Pine, the pious shield had been shattered by the force of the other party, and he stood up breathlessly, flicking the wet hair in front of his forehead up slightly, and rushed up again.

The crisp sound of clashing echoed far into the hallway, and then, a uniform pace resounded in the confined space.

"Skeleton soldiers on patrol are coming!" the priest rushed to the front, so he immediately saw the skeleton coming out of the darkness.

The sound of sword drawing rang out one after another, and Byron and the priest began to retreat.

"Quick...... Open the door. Byron gasped and shouted, without protection, he was no match for the corrupt skeleton, and if it weren't for a light shield, he would have been in a different place.

"There's no way back, this door can't be opened from the inside. Pyne's tone was cold, and he took out a clear glass bottle from the cowhide bag on his waist, which contained a swaying blessing of holy water.

The holy water of blessing is not the same as the holy water used for medical purposes, the priests pour iron and silver powder into the vial of water, and recite the ancient and smooth text, and after all the powder is dissolved in the water, the holy white particles continue to rotate and rise.

To put it simply, the Holy Water of Blessing is a kind of alchemical potion for throwing.

Byron looked back: "What the hell are you going to do?" ”

Pyne glanced at him lightly and tossed the blessed holy water at the corrupt skeleton rushing towards him, and the undead immediately slashed at the bottle with a scimitar. The fragile bottle shattered instantly, and the splattered liquid fell on the undead's body. It immediately howled and retreated, and where the liquid splashed, the shriveled and weathered muscles peeled off, revealing the brittle gray-yellow bones underneath.

The bones beneath their muscles are real dead things, and the shriveled muscles that drive them to move are the bodies.

The older priest retreated to the two of them in embarrassment, and then pulled out a cloth bag containing the seeds.

"Pine!"

The two priests swung the cloth bag forward at the same time, and the seeds inside flew out, and flew sideways in defiance of gravity, and struck the skeleton soldier's body with a snap, each seed quickly pulled out new shoots, growing delicate branches, climbing up the skeleton's bones.

In the blink of an eye, the passage in front of Byron was covered with new greenery, and the skeleton soldiers were all entangled in place, unable to move, and even their arms were tangled in branches.

"Quick, we won't last long. Pyne blushed, stood with the old man, and yelled at Byron.

The immobile skeleton soldiers were like cattle and sheep to be slaughtered, and Byron slashed them at the neck with a holy white scimitar, and their round heads fell to the ground, and the dark green flames in their skulls drove them to bite continuously, but they could not move, and lost their threat.

The last skeleton was cut to the ground, and the branches that covered the ground shook and quickly retracted the seeds, which lost their vitality and became shriveled.

This is a botanical realm magic unique to the "Lady of the Forest", and the priests have two ways to cast the magic, one is through the Holy Word, which is their own power. The other way is to borrow power directly from the gods you believe in, which is the divine art of the realm.

"Crush their heads!" the old man slammed his hammer down on the skull's head, and the glowing green skull was immediately shattered by the massive blow, scattering the shards and the soul fire jumping twice on the ground and extinguishing.

"Stop!" Byron's eyelids jumped, and the two priests immediately glared at him with murderous faces, and he immediately changed his words: "I mean, you guys take a rest first, let me do this kind of hard work!"

Although they were puzzled, the two priests were no longer entangled, the divine technique just now almost made them lose their strength in an instant, and now they really need to take a break.

Byron trotted over, took the old man's hammer, and smashed a skeleton so hard that his experience instantly increased by 3 points. He frowned, he had killed a skeleton before, but the experience had only increased slightly.

Are the same skeletons, just because they're wearing weapons?

Licking his lips, Byron took two steps forward and chopped up a wriggling mass of flesh. He had already dismantled the skeleton of the demon soul corpse just now, but he didn't expect these flesh balls to still move.

Two demon corpses, a total of 16 experience.

Byron smacked his lips, no wonder it was so powerful.

After smashing all the skulls in the hallway, Pyne helped the old man to his feet.

"Young man, it's up to you next. The old man's hair was disheveled against Pyne, looking exhausted.

Byron shook his head: "Now tell me, what do you want to do, besides, this door really can't be opened?"

Pyne snorted coldly: "Being caught by those bullies is a certain death, and you still have a chance to survive if you follow us." ”

Byron ignored him, instead staring straight at the battle priest.

"Young man, do you know what this door behind you is called?"

What else does this secret door have a name?

Byron then thought of the Grim Reaper on the relief, and legend has it that the realm where the Grim Reaper lives is called the Underworld.

"Gates of the Underworld?"

"That's right, and the underworld is the temple of the ancient god of death, the king of the eternal night. The priest paused, "And before the King of Eternal Night became the Grim Reaper, it was a powerful Lich King. ”

"Does it have anything to do with us being here?" Byron had to interrupt the priest's rambling conversation, now was not the time to listen to the story.

"Young man, don't worry, after the Lich King became a god, his magic notes were also affected by the law and became a holy relic with great power. In the Year of the Blood Crystal, the magical notebook was destroyed by the incarnation of the Lord of the Dawn, but the remaining pages were carefully preserved. And this temple enshrines one of them. ”

Nodding noncommittally, indicating that he understood, Byron continued, "So, you want that magic note?"

The priest nodded: "Can't let those evil wizards get it, the **** in the south has delayed the bishop's trip, otherwise it will ......"

Byron interrupted him: "Well, why can't this door be opened?" ”

Pine laughed disdainfully: "The gate of the underworld has always been only entering, not exiting. ”

"How do the followers of the King of the Eternal Night get out?"

"On the other side, in the sacristy at the end of the temple, there is a dark room with a secret passage. ”

Byron didn't believe the two priests who had dragged him into the water, and his eyes kept looking at the places in the corridor where there might be a door opener. In the end, he simply ignored the eyes of the two priests and groped around the wall he walked to.

The two untrusted priests watched him toss quietly, and finally Byron wrapped the strip of cloth in his hand a little tighter, and said, "What kind of monsters are there in front?"

"It's supposed to be skeletons, or zombies. Most of the followers of the King of the Eternal Night are human. ”

Byron had a vague sense of foreboding.

After a few minutes, looking at the three identical corridors in front of him, Byron, who was walking in front, had to turn back and wait for the priest to decide which way to go.

"Only death is eternal, keep going, young man. Without a hint of hesitation, the priest said directly. If it weren't for the fact that the other party had cast a magic spell belonging to the "Plant Realm", Byron would have thought that he was a believer in the god of death.

The hallway led straight into the unknown darkness, and the trio continued on their way, soon encountering the dry bones of the second patrol.

As the spreading light burst out from the old priest's body, the battle began.

The entire hallway was dyed with a faint white glow.

An emotion called courage welled up in his heart, and Byron did not reject this positive emotion, rushing to the front, while the skeleton soldier slowly retreated in the faint light.

However, in the face of the living who rushed in front of them, these hungry undead still brazenly struck first, wielding their long swords covered with russet rust and slashing at the light shield on Byron's left hand, leaving a dent of varying shades.