As night falls, as the light fades, boundless darkness naturally envelops the vast and calm world, and triggers the usual laziness and sleepiness.

The surrounding snoring came and went, like a symphony of low music. The inside of the barracks in the walled city fell into a rare calm that had nothing to do with the war for a while.

But maybe it's all an illusion... Ai Suyan thought that in the darkness his eyes opened, shining like brilliant blue crystals, and the extraordinary meaning projected into them from his pure heart was constantly flickering.

"Armu said that it was his turn to be on duty outside the barracks tonight," said the prince, imperceptibly to himself, "It seems that there is no shortage of dutiful soldiers in this military fortress... It's just..."

He closed his eyes: But why? I always have a sense of foreboding haunting me?

Perhaps it was Almu's words that touched me... At this moment, a strange wind suddenly sounded in his ears, like the terrible screams of banshees and undead, and like the whispers of demons returning to the earth.

The sound seemed to be endless, and every time Ai Suyan opened his eyes, the wind suddenly faded and dissipated, but as soon as he tried to close his eyes and sleep, this kind of thing would come to him in an instant.

And it doesn't come from something in reality... It's like a sign of something strange in people's minds when they connect with a terrifying otherworld.

Ai Suyan sighed softly and stood up calmly, his gaze resolute and calm.

Will every long-awaited night be as sleepless as tonight?

Without disturbing others, he walked out of the barracks and hurried to the place where Armu was on duty.

However, there was no one there.

There was not a shadow of a human being, only the graceful and clean moonlight, which was still dripping as before.

Scold... Ai Su Yan couldn't help but shake his head: without soldiers on duty, the night barracks would be as fragile as a dwelling with an open door...

By the way, he shouldn't have left this area yet, so let's take a look... He moved his steps around, but stopped abruptly at a moment of awareness.

The shadows in front of him were so thick that they couldn't be dissolved, but near a boulder dozens of meters away, stood a mysterious man in a strange costume, and in front of him, an imperial soldier was listening carefully to his words.

Ai Suyan turned around quietly, his light steps were like an elf stepping on snow without a trace, and in the blink of an eye, he hid in a corner on the side, he pricked up his ears and observed everything in front of him without distraction.

This stubborn Imperial soldier seems to be Armu... At the moment of final confirmation, Ai Suyan teased a sarcastic smile.

Vampire things, terrifying, mysterious, and with ulterior motives... What exactly does he want to do?

And the man in front of him, wearing a black cloak and a mask, whose face was completely unclear, may be the key to everything.

"The time to wake up that lady is imminent. Remember, when the perfect guardian of the night sky ascends into the sky, the souls of the warriors awaken the sleeping spirits of the undead and re-engrave the mark of the curse. The anticipation of the horror feast will be created by us with our own hands!"

The man in the cloak stretched his arms towards the night sky, and although his voice was not loud, it trembled and revealed a little strange meaning, and Ai Suyan couldn't help frowning.

"How much more?" he heard Armu ask coldly.

The man in the cloak stretched out three fingers and shook them slightly.

"No more, no less, just three of them, I'll leave it to you. Tomorrow, I will await you in my underground dwelling. Note that it must be real Imperial soldiers, the five last time were obviously not up to the level of awakening her soul. ”

Then he waved his hand: "Thank you for your hard work." Then he turned around and reached out to push the boulder beside him, and with no difficulty he moved it to its position, and then he was greeted by a secret passage of several stairs leading underground.

Suddenly, his body disappeared beneath the boulder, and Armu glanced around vigilantly, but found no trace of Essouyan.

Then he pushed the boulder back and walked towards the barracks again.

When he was far away, Ai Suyan came out of the shadows with a blank face, but his heart was full of mixed feelings, as if he had reversed something very important.

This guy Almu betrayed his comrades like this... Or is he just using his status as a sergeant to disguise himself? What is the sacredness of the 'lady' these guys are talking about? What kind of shocking secrets can be discovered by following this secret path?"

He made up his mind, and then pushed the boulder away as he could, and immediately entered the confined underground space.

The wooden staircase made a "squeak" sound like a rat's chirping when it went up, and below it, everything seemed to be in darkness and nothingness, as if reaching out could only touch the endless coldness and despair.

The air here smells of rancidity, and it is clear that countless living beings have been buried here... Ai Suyan drew his sword, prepared himself for defense, and then cautiously walked forward.

The passage is not wide, and some sections can only accommodate one person. Although Ai Suyan's footsteps moved slowly, every time he stepped on an unknown corpse, he still couldn't help but feel apprehensive in his heart.

The cold light on the blade of the sword was like the only pure light source in this eternal night, and under its reflection, the craggy stone wall actually began to refract the green glimmer of the Dao Yingying.

This kind of thing, it feels like green bloodstains... Asuyan thought to himself: But this place has been deserted for a long time, and this blood seems to come from the ancient ogre race, but it has gone through too many years, and it seems to have completely integrated into the surrounding environment, and obviously has little to do with current events.

It's just that the mysterious man in the cloak, who restarted the passage, obviously has other plans.

Gradually, he became familiar with the general situation of the road ahead, and his steps couldn't help but quicken.

I don't know how long it took, but the road ahead became wider, and at the same time, the air suddenly became much cleaner, and even the sound of gurgling water could be heard in the surrounding space.

However, Ai Suyan's nerves were still tense, obviously not letting his guard down due to the change in the environment, and the hilt of the sword in his hand had long been soaked with sweat in his palm.

There is no river in the walled city... So, the location here is obviously beyond the scope of the fortress...

And there are many dangers here, and although I have a sword in my hand, the danger ahead is still unpredictable.

After a while, the road ahead begins to slope upwards, and each step requires more physical strength. But the prince Ai Suyan, who was walking like a fly, still quickly climbed to a high place, and saw a sudden brightening scene.

There was indeed a river in front of me, but it meandered through a limestone cave with many crystalline blue-gray stalactites hanging upside down, and some jubilant golden fish jumped out of the water from time to time, as if they were only about to touch the tip of the stalactite.

This kind of cave landform containing an underground dark river is extremely rare in the area of the Fortress City, and even the well-informed Sword Saint Morton, or the many classics in the Sword God's Secret Chamber, have never described this magical geographical phenomenon to the prince in any way.

However, an unusual sense of crisis still quietly surfaced in Ai Suyan's heart.

The cavern seemed to be flickering with a faint light, but it was an extremely strange light.

All the scenes—stalactites, rivers—were shrouded in an imperceptible, misty mist, and the cries of the dead spirits came from the depths of the caverns from time to time, as if to convey an unapproachable message of death to the travelers.

Through this mistful mist, Ai Suyan found more than a dozen adult males in black cloaks, walking around the cave in an orderly manner, their bodies exuding an evil aura, their close steps seemed to be connected to the endless distorted Void Hell, and their awe-inspiring and cold faces seemed to be telling the living the pain of death.

They all clutched a strange, wrinkled black magic scroll in their hands.

At the same time, their mouths were still vibrating, as if they were singing the story and purpose of a certain dark god.

However, the next second she looked in, Essouyan was horrified to discover the source of the mysterious aura: it was a blue-purple orb that had quietly bloomed on top of the central blue-gray altar.

The fog swirls around it, and if the observer's eyesight is superior enough, they can see that countless broken souls are imprisoned within it, frantically trying to overflow from it, but always bound by desperate magical bindings.

All the footsteps of the men in black revolved around the orb, and every once in a while, there would be an explosion inside the cavern, followed by the ubiquitous fog becoming thicker.

However, none of them were aware of Essusyan's arrival, and the black scrolls and intricate spells seemed to drain all their attention, and as Essusan ran fast against the stone walls of the cave, they allowed the prince to enter a secret room behind the cave.

The location of this secret room was extremely secretive, and the surrounding area was surrounded by large chunks of blue-gray stalactites and stone pillars, but the agile Aisuyan was not stumped by such things. However, the moment he stepped into it, a sudden voice came from in front of him, and then Ai Suyan's eyes suddenly lost their former brilliance.

"This is the Orb of the Whisperers, the undead are about to be summoned, please stop them!, otherwise, the entire Fortress City will be completely destroyed!" the voice was powerful and powerful, like the last cry of a warrior.