"What shall we do?" asked Catherine, pausing in horror and looking at the ghost blocking her way.

"Don't be in a daze, little girl!" Rogge pulled her away from the drop of the magic bomb and dragged her on, "Draw your short sword and follow me!"

Catherine hurriedly drew her Soul Eater dagger with a ghostly white light, and stumbled forward with Rog, who charged forward and rushed straight at the ghost army that stood in the way, and the ghosts screamed together.

"Follow me!" Rog let go of Catherine's hand and rolled forward into the horde of ghosts, the ghosts whizzing over his head, five Soul Eater blades flying out of the claw blades, flying around the two of them, tearing apart all the ghosts that approached them.

He stood up and swung his sword and swept away, and the Soul Devouring Silver Sword instantly tore through the three ghosts that rushed up, sucking their soul qi into the sword, and the sword body radiated a brilliant white light, exuding a formidable undead cold.

Catherine, who was following Rog, straightened up and was catching a ghost with a white bone claw stretched out to grab her head, Catherine hurriedly swung her sword to hold the ghost claw, and the soul-devouring blade around her body roared by, cutting the ghost's head in half, and the soul qi was sucked into the sword respectively.

"Come here, let's go!" Rog shouted at Catherine, turned and swung his sword to send out a crescent-shaped silver shockwave, cutting off the four ghosts, and then shouted to the little owl, "Lilith, take care of Catherine, help if she is in danger!"

"Help whom?" the little owl lying on Catherine's head looked at the swarming ghosts around her, blinked her eyes and asked aloud, "Is it to help the stupid girl or to help the group of dead ghosts?"

"Eat turkey with your poor mouth!" Rogge swung his sword to make a passageway, tearing all the ghosts in his way into cloak shards, and rushed all the way to the end of the road.

When he turned the bend of the valley, he saw a narrow stone bridge in front of him, wide enough for one man to walk, with nothing to support on either side, and a deep valley below, and on the opposite side of the bridge was a protruding cliff, on which nothing could be climbed except this stone bridge.

"It's a dead end!" Rogge looked back in Catherine's direction, the spirits were already chasing her, and behind them, Skeletron and his army were approaching like a tide, and he knew he had no choice.

"There are so many of them that no one can stand alone against the armies of a king. Rogge muttered to himself, strode up to the stone bridge, turned around and saw the little owl fluttering its wings and flying over, so he exclaimed, "Little one, success or failure depends on you!"

Before she could finish speaking, Catherine had already rushed to the bridge, and when she saw Rogge standing on the narrow stone bridge, she couldn't help but be taken aback, and stopped with a sudden stop, her eyes swept over the one-man wide stone bridge and the bottomless abyss, and looked up at Rogge in panic.

"Come here, come to me!" Rogge shouted waving to her.

Catherine hesitated for a moment, then turned around to see that the ghosts were already roaring, she didn't have time to think about it, and rushed towards Rog, who withdrew his five blades, clenched the claw blades into fists and slammed into the bridge at his feet, and the soul energy stored in the claw blades poured out.

The dragon-like fist roared out from the claw blade of the clenched fist, instantly penetrating the bridge at Rogge's feet, Rogge raised his head and shouted to Catherine, "Jump!" Catherine's leaping body threw herself into Rog's arms, and the stone bridge collapsed, and the two fell into the abyss along with the scattered rubble.

Catherine, who fell from the bridge, hugged Rogge's body tightly, feeling the howling wind constantly passing around her, and the weightlessness of her body falling rapidly made her heart seem to stop beating, her brain completely lost the ability to think, and there were only two words left in her mind: death.

Suddenly, Catherine felt herself stop falling, as if something had caught her, and she cautiously opened her eyes to find herself being grabbed by a huge claw, slowly flying upward.

Before Catherine could understand what was happening, she was already on the ground, and a burst of red light flickered through her eyes, Catherine subconsciously closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, she found Rogge sitting on the edge of the cliff opposite her with a freshly lit cigar in his mouth.

"Where are we?" she asked, confused.

"We'll talk about this later!" Rogge looked at her with a depressed expression, and turned around and shouted angrily, "Lilith, you come over and explain to me, what's going on?"

It was only then that Catherine realized that her big golden ponytail had grown on Rogge's head, and Rogge's long messy brown hair had become hers.

"Do you think I'm charming like this?" asked Rogge, shaking the long braid at the back of his head and staring at Lilith as he jumped in front of him with a look of chagrin.

Little Lori looked at him with wide eyes with an innocent and surprised face, and then looked at Catherine on the side, pursed her lips and held it for a while, and finally sprayed a saliva smile on Rogge's face.

"Transform me back, you little villain!"

Rogge reached out to pat her little buttocks, Lilith quickly ducked to the side, covered her mouth and laughed, Rogge said angrily, "Is this how your witch teacher taught you Transfiguration?

Lilith watched him pull Catherine's ponytail in front of her in annoyance, looked at herself helplessly, and simply lay down on the ground holding her stomach and laughing.

Rogge stared at her with his arms folded on his chest for a long time, until she sat up from the ground with enough laughter, stretched out his right hand and shook his little finger with a smile, and the red light flashed, and the two were turned into small animals again.

When Lilith lifted the Transfiguration spell and the restored Rogge and Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, Rog got up from the ground and glared at Lori, put the silver sword behind his back, and looked back at the other side of the stone bridge.

At the edge of the cliff, where the spirits lingered, Skeletron and his army of skeletons stopped at the mouth of the valley, looking at the three on the other side of the valley.

"They're still there," Catherine said as she walked up to Rogge, looked across from him side by side, "why didn't those ghosts chase after them, don't they fly?"

"The undead have their range, and those ghosts are afraid to leave their area, so they hover on the edge of their territory, knowing that we have no other way to go, either go back to where they are or wait here to die. ”

After Rog finished speaking, he sat down on the edge of the cliff, looked at the undead on the other side of the valley and asked, "Do you know who that skeleton with the crown is?"

Catherine shook her head silently and sat down beside him, and Rogge continued: "His name is Tarthalas, and he was the king of the Duchy of Deiz a century ago, just as it is written on the stone tablet, and I have just remembered this name, and when I first called out his name, it only felt a little familiar. ”

"He used to be ...... Humans?" Catherine asked, looking at Rogge in surprise.

"That's right, Tarthalas is one of the few kings in human history who is good at magic, he is an excellent magician who graduated from the Mage Tower, and a hundred years ago, when the Blood Clan led an army of undead to invade the Human Empire, the first thing he encountered was the rebellion of the Duchy of Deiz. ”

"Could it be that he was ...... in that war" Catherine vaguely guessed what Rogge meant, and Rogge nodded lightly and said, "That's right, due to the sudden attack of the Blood Clan's army, the Imperial Holy Order did not react at all, and the Duchy of Deiz became a hell of life. ”

He looked back at Catherine with a heavy expression and said, "King Thalsalas of Deiz led his mage group to the front line to fight against the invasion of the Bloods, but in the end he was captured alive by the Ghost King, who cherished his magical talent and threw him into the Undead Transformation Pool, turning him into the King of the Corpse Witch as you see it. ”

"King of the Corpse Witch......" Catherine shuddered.

"Yes, including all of his subordinates, both in life and death, have been transformed into corpse witches and ghosts, and this is what we just saw and its mage group, but I wonder why they are here?"

Rog frowned, and said to himself suspiciously, "I have read the relevant records, after the undead army was repelled by the human alliance, the corpse witch army of Thalsalas followed the ghost king to the cursed lands, and then they were never heard from again. ”

"Could it be that the Ghost King sent them to hide here for some ulterior purpose?" Catherine asked softly, looking around cautiously.

Before Rogge could answer, the cliff suddenly shook violently, and the two turned back in surprise to see a huge castle built on the mountain emerging from the shadows, and in front of the blood-red gate opened by the castle, Lilith had just retracted her little hand and looked into the dark door.

"Oh my God!" Rogge jumped up from the ground, walked up quickly behind Lilith and asked, "You little curiosity, what have you found that you shouldn't have discovered?"

"I found something in my way, I could touch it, but I couldn't get through it, so I tried to cast a spell to make it appear in its original form!" Lilith looked back at Rogge with a proud face and said, "Well, am I very powerful?

"I won't praise you!Who knows if your new discovery will drive us to a dead end again?" Rog scratched Lori's head, drew his silver sword, and walked through the dark door.

Catherine and Lilith followed him, looking curiously at the fortress made of black rock, feeling a lifeless coldness, Rog illuminated the surroundings with the light of his silver sword, and saw a straight road leading to the gate of the inner fortress.

"Looks like there's a venerable master living here!"

Rog glanced at the statues of knights standing opposite each other on either side of the road, the jet-black knight riding an upright iron-clad warhorse, holding a murderous long scimitar in his hand, reminiscent of the death knight in the valley.

"I hope our master isn't at home," Rog whispered to Catherine, "do you understand now?, neither the King of the Witch nor the ghosts dare come near here, for this is where their master lives, and what could make the King of the Witch his watchdog, eh?"

"Sounds like only a vampire king can do it!" Catherine was startled by her words, and a shudder came over her.

"But he can't threaten us anymore, maybe we should think about something else. Rog stopped in front of the stairs in front of the castle gate in the inner city, looked up at the two gates carved with demons, and said.

(Ask for a ticket collection, the valley guarded by the army of the undead, a strange castle hidden in the shadows, who is its owner?The door of the tomb has been opened, and the evil spirit is about to awaken...... ）