The dark night seemed to be smeared heavily on the sky by boundless ink, and even the glimmer of the stars became dim.

After dinner, the Count of Bremont returned to his room, where he stood at the window and looked out into the silence of the night. He shuddered, the late autumn night was full of coolness, and under the hazy moonlight, there were not a few stars in sight. The sky was not pure black, but a vast deep blue that stretched into the distance.

Chaotic thoughts swept through Bramont Wickney's mind like a flock of noisy mallards flying through the sky. All the old things of the past rushed into his swollen brain, moving incoherently and incoherently page by page. He only felt the surging thoughts and feelings, and those long-ago past events rolled over him like a wave, wave after wave, hitting him with a dizzy head and a cold sweat on his back.

"I've done a lot of bad things over the years, and I've killed a lot of people," he thought again, "I poisoned my brother at the dinner table in order to inherit the title of Lord of Crag Rock...... But he killed the boy from the Grell family. Wade had always insisted that it was an accident, but only I knew best that he had misunderstood me. Mistress Vikney tried to comfort himself, "It's not that I'm cruel, it's that you've forced me. 」

The 'jailer' Ammon was still quietly guarding the door, saying that he was guarding, but in fact he was guarding. For an unarmed fat man, a jailer with a spear in his hand was enough to cope.

The earth was already asleep, except for the gentle breeze and the occasional barking of dogs. The deserted streets are silent. On this night it was dark and windy. Brant walks alone on the eerie paths. There was nothing but silence around.

Brandt had planned to return to Rock Harbor with Count Bremont after resolving the conflict between them. But he found that it was just wishful thinking on his part, and that things were not as simple as he thought. Brandt decided to talk to Baron Kane alone before leaving, he didn't want to cause civil strife in the [Golden Land] because of the grudge between the Grell family and the Vickeney family.

At this moment, a stone was blocked in his heart, just like the river was blocked by dead branches and leaves, and the way was blocked, and it could not flow for a while.

Because of the feud between Baron Kane and the Earl of Bremont. There may even be a possibility of being involved in the "Ravengrove" Romance family. Jalen Greer was Baron Gales Romans' favorite nephew, and Brandt vividly remembers that he was there, and if it hadn't been for Luke to stop Baron Gales, perhaps the tournament would have turned into a bloody battle between the Greers, Romans and Vikneys.

The night was dark and the wind was high, and the night of murder was bright, and the sky was bright, and the ground was dark, as if the cold had blocked the light.

The darkness is not scary, what is truly scary are the evil creatures that hide in the darkness!

The night was thick and could not be dissolved, and there were no pedestrians in sight in the long, silent streets. There seemed to be footsteps behind him, but there were none. The moonlight appeared and disappeared through the slow-moving black clouds, and a strange figure stood at the corner of the alleyway not far away......

In this eerie darkness, Brant's whole body was bubbling with a chill. His scalp was numb, as if there were countless pairs of eyes looking at him. Brant suddenly stretched out his right hand, and a fiery red light lit up, illuminating the darkness around him and dispelling the strange cold.

A skeletal warrior with a rusty weapon appeared around him, his mind suddenly seized by panicked fear. Brant wasn't afraid of these undead creatures, but the moment he suddenly appeared, he was indeed frightened by these skeletons.

I saw four very large skeleton warriors rushing towards him with large swords. Judging by the large skull, and the thick and long bones, these four skeleton warriors are the skeletons of barbarians.

Brant threw the fireball in his hand at the skeleton warrior on the opposite side, and a pitch-black sword appeared in his hand at the same time, only to see a red flame rekindle around the entire sword body.

One of the skeleton warriors who rushed to the front was hit by the fireball, and in an instant, the skeleton warrior was burned to ashes by the flames, leaving only a cloud of black powder floating in the night. It wasn't an ordinary flame summoned by Brant's magic, but a holy flame from the flamingo he had sealed in his right arm.

The Holy Fire is capable of devouring an evil creature, and even the Seventy-Two Demon Kings who rule the abyss of hell are afraid of the light and raging flames illuminated by the Holy Fire.

Several other skeleton warriors rushed in front of Brandt, and one of them swung his blunt axe at him. Brant did not dodge, but raised his sword to resist, and the moment the blunt axe touched the fire sword, the raging flames wrapped around the blunt axe like a ferocious and cold-blooded fire snake, and the fire snake circled around the entire body of the skeleton warrior, and in an instant, the skeleton warrior was engulfed by the holy flame. The fiery serpent suspended in mid-air then split in two, and pounced on the other two skeleton warriors. These lifeless and soulless low-level necromantic creatures were fearless and dodged, and when the fiery serpent devoured them, the skeleton warriors did not react.

Brant found a man in a black cloak, standing at the other end of the alley, the black cloak covering his head, and Brant could only see the man holding a blood-colored bone scepter.

The black-robed man held the scepter in his hand and began to cast a spell, and one by one the bone spears conjured out of thin air, and the spears suspended in the air were driven by the spell and galloped towards the boy opposite.

"Trembling earth, torn wounds, devour the enemy who is approaching me!—Shield of the Earth!" A solid and thick earth retreat rose from the ground in front of Brant, and sharp spears pierced into the earth one after another, and some of the dirt on the surface of the earth wall was shaken to the ground by the violent impact, but the spear could not penetrate the thick earth wall.

At this moment, the white-robed Rev. Martin suddenly appeared at the other end of the alley, and a divine light poured out of him, illuminating the surrounding hall.

The black mage turned away, his head covered by a cloak and his face out of sight. Under the cloak that covered his face, something very white could be faintly seen. I saw the gray-robed mage slowly raise his face, revealing his true face. Brant saw that the mage's face was full of flesh, skeletons, white skeletons.

"It's actually a skeleton mage, such skeletons are rare," Brandt thought to himself, "I thought he was a necromancer, but I didn't expect him to be just a skeleton mage summoned by a necromancer." Necromancers should be around here, too. ”

The skeleton mage suddenly opened his skull mouth, roared, and swung his scepter, shooting out a cloud of black fire.

Pastor Martin hurriedly cast a divine spell and threw a shield of holy light to block the black fire. The two forces collided violently, black and white, light and fire, and I saw that the Holy Light Shield had the upper hand slightly.

Brant sighed in his heart, "This skeleton mage seems to be a rival to Priest Martin. I didn't expect that necromancer to be able to control a skeleton mage with such a high magic power. ”

Priest Martin and the Skeleton Mage fought in the alley, and Brandt observed that Pastor Martin had always had the upper hand, and as long as there was no outside force to intervene, Pastor Martin would not lose.

Brant was about to help Pastor Martin deal with the skeleton mage when a deafening battle horn rang out outside the walls to the south.

"............Uh-woo