After pouring the potion, the Moors closed their eyes and began to pray collectively.

Some of their weapons began to glow, while others looked more sedate and confident.

Sensing the approaching danger, Rhodes put away one of his battle axes and removed the large round shield from his back as a defensive tool. No one knows what is hidden behind the gate of the monastery. The pale moonlight gradually fell, and everyone's hearts were clouded.

"Brothers, I advise you all to bring your shields. ”

In front of the monastery gates, Rhodes whispered. Seeing that several Norsca warriors and Tallinnam immediately changed into round shields wrapped in animal skins, holding sharp swords in their hands, and the warriors of the Moorish Order clenched the spears and bows in their hands, and smeared poison on the clusters of their feather arrows, from their serious expressions, Rhodes could already guess the power of evil and darkness inside. Even on the day of the attack on Grizzly Bear, I didn't see them look so serious and dull.

Under the evil green light of Morserib in the Chaos Moon, Rhodes took the lead in slamming open the doors of the monastery. All were ready for battle. However, at the moment when the doors opened, the interior of the monastery was empty. The door was hidden, and Rhodes almost fell due to the inertia of hitting the door. Caroline grabbed him in time to avoid this embarrassment.

With the help of the sorcerer's light magic, everyone can get a glimpse of the interior of the monastery.

It was as dead silent as it was outside, and the dark green moonlight shone through the windows at the top of the monastery, faintly illuminating several parts of the hall. The floor of the monastery was covered with dried blood, and the dragged corpses were lying on the floor, and with the help of the blue light from Caroline's spearhead, everyone saw those terrible sights, many villagers still remained in the miserable state when they died, their bodies either curled up or struggling to stretch out, and their rotten faces could still see the painful expressions they had before the temporary moment.

Inside the monastery, the prayer benches were scattered all over the place, many of them crushed and broken, revealing half of the wood, and like the corpses, some maggots were wriggling on them, as if they were not sparing even the rotten wood......

With shields in hand, the group cautiously walked towards the interior of the monastery, silent except for the occasional squirming of beetles crawling past the corpses. At the end of the monastery is a statue of the goddess of mercy, which has long since been destroyed for the most part, from the waist up to the waist, leaving only two beautiful long legs...... But in this suffocating darkness, no amount of beauty is gone.

With the light of the torches, the Night Raven Catchers began to search for clues inside the monastery. Dafert, the leader of the Order, held a small bottle full of liquid and searched around, the small glass bottle glowing beautifully white in the dark environment, but the expression on Daffert's face was not relaxed. "The stronger the light, the greater the threat of proving the undead. He explained.

However, the monastery was empty.

"I think we're making a fuss, there's no undead here, there's no vampires, and if they had, they should have come out a long time ago. ”

Bogur slackened, he put away his weapon, and the long axe slammed into the floor with a loud clang, the sound echoing through the empty monastery, adding to the dark and terrifying atmosphere.

Dafert, the leader of the Moorish Order, immediately cast an angry glance at the dwarf, but the dwarf continued to go his own way, "Did I say it wrong? They are not here at all! Look, there is nothing around, except corpses, corpses. Damn, these corpses still stink, I really don't want to be here for a moment. Bogur shouted.

He swept away a corpse and sat down.

The crowd immediately cast a disdainful glance at the butcher, but just as the Moorish were about to drive the dwarves away, they made a new discovery. The place where Bogur sat was exactly where the moonlight was direct, and the dark green moonlight reflected off the dwarven battle axe, casting the light on the cornerstone of the statue of Sarak inside the monastery, and the sharp-eyed Raven Captain Daft was the first to notice the difference in the stone.

Without this particular spot, he wouldn't have been able to spot the clue, and now, he walked straight up to the spot and crouched down to take a closer look at the strange masonry. Unlike the other masonry that make up the base of the Sarac, this stone is slightly concave and made of different materials from the surrounding masonry, which is a malachite-like turquoise color, while the surrounding stones are white. The difference was not noticeable under the smear of blood, but it showed a noticeable difference in the light of the moon.

"Hey, am I wrong?"

Bogur questioned loudly, however, several of the Ravens motioned for him to be quiet and sit still...... Love Book House

Dafort squatted in front of this special bluestone, handed the torch to his companion, and then freed his hands and touched the masonry lightly, not feeling anything unusual, but when he put the bottle in his hand in front of the stone, the liquid in the glass bloomed with an unprecedented intensity. Dafert is almost certain that beneath this statue of the goddess of mercy must be hiding a powerful evil.

He tapped the masonry cautiously, and after no response, tried to push it. Sure enough, after gradually increasing the force, the stone loosened, and after a few moments, the floor under the feet began to crack, and the violent vibration was accompanied by a loud noise, and behind the dust raised, a deep and dark entrance to the crypt revealed to everyone......

......

Hoop Fort.

On a bed carved with a silver dragon head, Dean Aubrey, the new lord of Hoop Castle, is lazily lying in the arms of his underground lover Sophie. The news of his father's death did not seem to have affected him much, and for the young master of Hoop, the death of his father Aubrey meant only one thing, and that was that he, Dean Aubrey, had become the true master of Hoop, and now, there was no one to dictate to him.

Maybe Sophie is no longer just an underground lover, she can be her real mistress. He also wants her sisters, her friends, to be his lover as well. Yes, now the entire Ring Castle is his, so what's not to like?

"Stay, let your dwarf uncle deal with the affairs of the front line, you are the lord here, you should stay in the castle, here, is our home. ”

"Purple-robed woman" Sophie murmured delicately, her chest puffed up, close to the young lord's face. She knew Dean liked it, and it was the taste of beauty and desire.

It's just that young Dean is still a little hesitant, and deep down his heart two voices are still struggling, a primitive voice tells him to stay, there is a warm mattress, a graceful woman, a beautiful face and a sexy body, but another voice tells him that this is Caterina's order, since the Ice Queen took office, all those who dare to resist her have been horribly punished. But Sophie's face and body were so beautiful that he hadn't enjoyed such pleasure in many years. In the past, under his father's stern orders, he was forced to learn those knowledge and etiquette, and was forced to marry a woman he did not like in order to obtain a political alliance. And now, he doesn't have to worry about anything, it feels good to do whatever he wants, it's just that this war has messed it all up.

"But...... I have to go...... When this rebellion is over, we can stay here. ”

Finally, what was left of reason prevailed over primal desire, and Dean sat up from the bed and forced himself to look out the window. Three days earlier, he had deceived his uncle that he had gone south to join the army of the Ring, but in reality, he had been fooling around with the maid in the castle......

And now, he had to set off, otherwise, he would not be able to catch the stipulated time.

But Sophie wouldn't let him get up, and she leaned on, hugged Dean's waist, and murmured—

"If you must go, take me with you. We shouldn't be apart, are we?"

"But military regulations stipulate that you can't bring wives and daughters ......"

Aubrey forced himself not to look at Sophie, he knew that if he looked at her more, he would be captivated by her worldly face, she was like a charming elf, he couldn't stop it, and every time he was entangled in her arms, he felt the greatest satisfaction, as if there was no better pleasure in the world.

"I'm not your wife yet, besides, you took me secretly, who knows?"

The woman whispered softly, forcing the young Lord of the Rings to look directly into her face again. Indeed, it was a well-behaved and charming face, with large black eyes and delicate skin, and a small and delicate nose that was just right, neither high nor low. Between the words, the girl's thin lips twitched slightly, and finally, unable to resist the temptation, Dean once again brought his mouth to his lover's lips.

"Hmm...... Perhaps, no one knows......"

He whispered, so low that he could barely hear himself.