As a female driver and a novice, Pakki's driving skills can be imagined.

With a loud bang, the crow chariot fell to the ground. In the distance, a towering city loomed, and they deviated from their original location and landed two or three miles outside the city.

"Lord God, I'm ......" Bai Ji glanced timidly at "Death Knell", wanting to plead guilty, but didn't know how to phrase it.

"It doesn't matter. The old man stepped off the chariot, rare without blame, he waved his hand and ordered, the crows scattered in all directions, and the chariot condensed in the night returned to nothingness, except for an ancient lantern, quietly suspended in mid-air.

In the direction of the Fortress of Sorrow, an ink-feathered crow swept like a sharp arrow, and soon arrived in front of the old man. It rattled several times, of varying lengths, as if to report something to the "death knell".

The old man nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the city. A barbarian girl in steel crystal heavy armor followed her side step by step. The crow also flapped its wings and flew up, and its probing talon lifted the levitating lamp, and obediently followed behind the two.

"These are one of the killer features of the Wraith Legion," the old man pointed casually as he moved forward, "It is a highly poisonous miasma, and living creatures will die when they touch it, but they cannot cause damage to the spirits. ”

"Lord God, they ...... Is it really alive?" Bai Ji said in surprise as she glanced at the fog around her. Clusters of gray-green miasma, drifting in the wind, do not look like living beings.

"Of course. The old man chuckled and made a move. The miasma wandering nearby suddenly stagnated, and then twisted and solidified. Conjure up a vague human form. The next moment, thousands of "miasma" warriors, lined up in a neat queue, from their side, all the way to the fortress of sorrow a few miles away. It's like a phalanx of soldiers waiting to be reviewed.

Before Bai Ji, who was stunned, could react, a roar suddenly came from a distance. When she looked up, she saw a huge gray beast leaping down from the city gate, and then stretched out its powerful wings. Swoop down here.

Two or three miles away, in an instant, the giant beast smashed in front of the two like a meteorite, the wind was agitated, and the sand and dust were flying. On the body of a huge beast. Covered with complex black lines, if you look at it for a long time, it makes people feel dizzy.

"This is the Dragon," the old man said in a slow voice, "although it does not have scales and claws, it is comparable to a pure-blooded dragon in terms of combat power alone. But it's not much worse. ”

By this time, the dragon had already stood still, and it raised its slender neck like a snake. Constantly roaring. The huge mouth, which occupies half of the skull, is full of dense fangs, and the fishy saliva drips to the ground, and suddenly there is a sizzling corrosive sound.

A slender knight rolled over and got out of the saddle and walked quickly in front of the old man. Kneeling on one knee, he said in a deep voice.

"The subordinates greet the Lord. ”

Unlike the average knight, he did not wear armor. Instead, he was covered with a wide cloak, which, at first glance, looked somewhat similar to the outfit of "Death Knell". Coupled with the shimmer of white hanging down in the lowered hood, it makes him look more like a weathered adventurer.

"Get up," the old man waved his hand and said indifferently, "I'll see how you're ready." ”

The knight bowed to his chest and stood up. Bai Ji looked over curiously, but was stunned, there was no face under the hood, only a cloud of mist, swirling endlessly. As soon as the barbarian girl glanced at it, she was shocked, and she had to turn her head immediately.

"In front of your own people, why hide your true face," the old man snorted dissatisfiedly, pointed at Bai Ji and said, "This is the Valkyrie of the 'Dead Soul Country', Alvet, from today onwards, you are colleagues." ”

"Yes. The knight took the order, reached out and removed his hood, and in the middle of the white throw, the mist suddenly dissipated, revealing a handsome face. He has trimmed his eyebrows and phoenix eyes, his posture is slender, and he is also handsome and free, but the vicissitudes of life have long smoothed out the edges and corners of the past, just like an old portrait, the description is still there, and the charm is lost.

"The Grand Commander of the Wraith Legion, Nightmare Knight, Jerseyval," the old man said, turning back to introduce Bai Ji, "he is the wisest of the three heroes of Elendil, and the Lord of the Fortress of Sorrows today. ”

The gray sky, the gray earth, the yin wind blows the trumpet of welcome, and the miasma is waiting on both sides.

Jersey Val waved his hand to repel the dragon, and personally guided the two to the city several miles away.

A group of three people gradually approached the fortress of sorrow, with an average height of twenty meters of the city wall, looking up like a hill. Undulating arrows and towers are linked together to form a well-established fortification. The city of Elendil still retains the power of the past, and also maintains its control over the surrounding area.

The wind stopped.

They stood on the banks of the dry moat, looking up at the imposing gatehouse. Jerseyval gave the order, and with a creaking and rattling sound, the drawbridge was lowered and the cast-iron gate slowly rose.

"Lord, please. The white knight bowed and saluted, and in the doorway, the fog was floating and sinking, and it was a fog.

The old man nodded slightly, and stepped forward without hesitation. The barbarian girl followed, and as she stepped into the mist, she suddenly felt a darkness in front of her, and after a few seconds, she regained her sight.

An unbelievable scene was presented in front of her, and Bai Ji was dumbfounded, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

The sky is blue and transparent, the clouds are as white as flocculent, the warm spring breeze is light, and the willows are swaying on the side of the road.

When she looked up, a bustling avenue stretched straight out, with shops lined up one after another, pedestrians rubbing shoulders one after another, and a noisy atmosphere came to her face. With this picture, who would believe it, and who would dare to believe that this is the city of resentful spirits, a terrifying fortress of sorrow?

"You, how did you do that?" next to the "death knell", spoke. As an evil god who controls "death" and "despair", he should have hated this scene, but now he looks quite strange and excited.

"Mirage," Jerseyval's tone couldn't tell whether it was bitter or sad, "In the past few years, I've killed more than a dozen ...... with a mirage alone."

By this time, Bai Ji finally realized that something was wrong.

The inhabitants of the city, not only turned a blind eye to their arrival, but also looked sluggish and stiff, not at all like living people. Even the sky was too blue, as if it had been painted with watercolor.

"Use illusion to create a dream that envelops the whole city, worthy of the Nightmare Knight," the old man sighed in a low voice as he walked forward with his lantern, "but, Jerseyval, are you deceiving yourself, or are you forced to submit to your established destiny?"

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