After a long time, a red flash flashed in the distant sky.

"Very well!, let's go!" Mark said, drawing his broadsword from behind his back, "Be careful!By the way, Miss Yaounde, you can rest assured that Phil is not dead." ”

"Really?" said Erica, who was so overjoyed that she almost cried.

"It's true! This is the code in our Wind Demon Mercenary Regiment, as soon as the scouts find the mission target, but the safety is unknown, they will fire red flares. ”

"But what does it mean to be safe?"

"I just can't be sure if it's safe around. Arnold continued.

"Yes, I hope Phil is okay. Erica's hanging heart was a little calmer.

The group of four walked in the direction of the flares, a dilapidated wall with broken walls scattered but not a single skeleton on the ground.

"Look, there must have been a lot of people here in this mess. Mark flipped through his sword as he walked, "The good things have been taken, and all that's left is a pile of rags." It seems that there is no good thing to be found outside the Phantom Palace. ”

"Do all the people who come here have necrophilia? Not a single skeleton can be found. Arnold asked.

"They've all become part of the army of the undead. Erica gave him a blank look.

"Hey...... I didn't think of that. Arnold said with a smirk. Listening to his words, everyone was sweating.

As they walked, they came to a path, and through their shoes they could still feel the unevenness under their feet. It's a cobblestone road that's still alive and well after millennia. There are two slightly raised steps on both sides of the road, but it is not accurate to say that the steps are too large and the edges are too long.

"This is supposed to be the courtyard of the main gate of the Phantom Palace, with a cobblestone path in the middle, lined with flower beds with all kinds of ornamental flowers and trees. Erica pointed to a pile of rubble in front of her and said, "It used to be a gazebo, right?"

"It's hard to imagine how luxurious it is in front of here! The flower bed alone is the size of the square in front of the Mercenary Guild. Samantha said, looking around.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter what kind of yard it is, what kind of luxury it is or not, it's not a place where birds don't. Arnold stepped over to the raised flower bed and kicked through a pile of worn armor. The old armor had been completely rusted by age, and it had become very loose.

"It's been looted by adventurers of all time, and there's nothing useful left. As he spoke, Mark took out a map from his backpack behind him, "Judging by the markings marked on the map, you can walk along this cobblestone path to the main hall of the Phantom Palace. Neil is waiting for us in front, and the fellows hurry up......" With that, he put away his map and sped forward.

The deeper you go into the Phantom Palace, the lower the visibility of the air, the gray mist gets thicker and thicker, and the stench of corruption gets heavier and heavier giving it a feeling of suffocation.

As we walked, the road suddenly opened up, and the shadow of the main hall of the Phantom Palace suddenly appeared in front of people like a ghost. Through the hazy mist, this shadow gives people a sense of ethereal near and far.

"This is the legendary Phantom Palace! Samantha said as she stroked her long fiery red hair with her hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're finally here. Neil's obscene voice came from not far away, and he could not be heard but he was gone, like a ghost.

"Neil, where are you?" called out Mark.

"You are twelve paces ahead. As he spoke, Neil lit a torch. In this gray mist, the torches flickered like a cluster of floating ghost fires.

"Mr. Vasley, where is Phil?" Erica hurriedly ran in the direction of the firelight.

"Oh, do you mean that boy, squatting at the door of the main hall. Once inside, Erica and Neil barely managed to see their faces.

"Is he okay?"

"Uh...... There are no obvious external injuries, but his mental state is very poor, and his body is very weak. Neil cupped his sharp chin and thought about it, but he still told the truth.

"Thank you!" Erica thanked and hurriedly ran in the direction of the main hall.

"I can't see that the dumb boy still has two hits, and he is unscathed in the face of the Corpse Witch King and the large group of undead. Arnold removed the axe from his back and said, "I kind of want to fight him." ”

"This kind of thing will be talked about when we get out alive. Captain Mark rummaged through the fragments of armor on the ground and said, "It seems that this place has also been taken first." Well...... According to historical records, the Holy See army occupied the main hall and fought fiercely inside. So the front is the treasure trove of our dreams!" Mark rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Who knows, maybe it has been looted by the predecessors a long time ago!" Samantha said with a shrug.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're wrong, the main hall isn't a place to get in casually. The good things are in it, but you can't get it. Hey, hey, hey!" Neil said, pointing ahead with his torch, "and you'll see." ”

"Hmph! Sell it again, although I don't know what kind of tricks you're doing, but I have to go and see. Mark said angrily.

Mark and his party arrived at the main hall gate and saw Rainon and Erica sitting on the ground in front of the main entrance. "Hey, dear Mr. Magician, are you hurt?" asked Mark as he patted Rainon on the shoulder.

"Oh, Captain Mark, you're here...... I'm fine. Instead of looking up, Rainon curled up and crouched on the ground and said in a struggling tone.

"Phil he needs to rest, he's very weak right now. Erica stood up and said to Captain Mark, "Why don't we get here today......"

"Here you go. Before Erica could finish, Mark handed Erica a small paper bag.

"It's ......"

"Roasted cocoa beans, it will feel better when you eat it. Mark thought for a moment and said, "It's just that it doesn't taste very good." ”

"Thank you. Erica took the cocoa bean.

"It's all here, how can you stop there? You and Phil will rest nearby, and we'll go to the main hall and come back." ”

"Are you going?" suddenly Ronon interjected.

"yes!"

"Very good...... The Witch King...... Ahem, ahem!" Renon coughed violently halfway through his words.

"Hmm, what, hey, slow down, don't rush. ”

"The Witch King is inside, but it's weak. ”

"Oh, yes? Sounds like a good opportunity. ”

"I'm going with you...... Ahem!" said Ronon as he struggled to his feet from the ground.

"What? Phil, you're having trouble even walking now, don't push yourself anymore. Erica hurriedly hugged him, "Leave the rest to them!"

"I heard Neil say you're in a bad mental state, but I didn't expect it to be that serious. How?" Samantha asked worriedly.

"Because of the fighting...... The consumption is a bit big. I had to go with them. Ruinon ignored the dissuasion of the crowd and said stubbornly.

"I'm honored that you're willing to walk with us, but Phil, you really deserve to rest in bed in your current physical condition. ”

"I've fought the Witch King, and I know how terrible it is, and it's tantamount to suicide for you to venture forward. I can't let you die in vain. ”

"Phil, are you trying to stop us from going to the main hall?" Samantha asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's not. Mark is right, since he has already come here, it would be a pity to go back. And now the Corpse Witch King is in his weakest stage, and there will be no more shops in this village after this village. So not only do we have to enter the main hall, but we have to go to the Witch King. Renon gasped and said, "Please take me!"

"Oh, but you're so weak......"

"I told you that I fought the Witch King, and we fought both sides. The Witch King struck me with a thousand souls before he fled. Thankfully, it didn't strike me a fatal blow, and fled back to the main hall with its exhausted body. I used a lot of mental energy to resist his attacks, and I couldn't run anymore after chasing here. After saying that, Renon thought to himself: How can I fight with the Corpse Witch King, but it is true that the thousand souls before it escaped were seriously injured. Hey, it doesn't matter, I can only brag in order not to confess the nightmare.

Mark put away his lazy look and said solemnly: "Yes, then we might as well be respectful, but Phil, let me explain first, it's not that we didn't persuade you, it's that you insisted on going, the main hall is different from the outside, and we may not be able to protect you if something happens inside." ”

Renon didn't speak, just nodded.

"Phil......" Erica looked at him worriedly, trying to say something but couldn't. She knew that nothing she said now would change Ruinon's decision.

The main hall gate of the Phantom Palace is made up of three arched gates. The main gate in the middle is about five meters high and can accommodate eight people side by side. The side doors on both sides are half wide and half high. The bronze door panels are carved with various reliefs, which have been pitted and blurred by the baptism of war and time. At the top of the door panel are carved two huge angel heads, which are covered with black, black, green, and green dense patina, and two rows of cyan rust extend down the angel's eyes, as if they are dried tears after crying.

A low, dry voice rang out, and Arnold pushed open the heavy door, and Mark and the others streamed in. A musty stench hit his face, causing Ruinon to cough violently.

"I told you not to come. Mark clapped his hands and said, "Light the torches and get to work." ”

"Poof!poof!" After a few sounds, several flickering torches lit up in the empty hall. The gray mist was everywhere, and even the interior of the palace was filled with this mysterious mist, and the Wind Demon Mercenary Regiment could barely see a meter away from each of them with a torch.

Erica pulled out her wand and cast a lighting spell, and the gray mist cleared, and the room suddenly lit up.

It was a large living room, and the snow-white stucco walls had been covered with a dark brown black ash due to age. A black carpet is laid in the middle of the hall. No, it's actually a red carpet, but it hasn't been cleaned for thousands of years, and the dust is so thick that you can leave a clear footprint when you step on it.

The living room is flanked by two circular ascending staircases, the handrails of which are inlaid with amber and agate. They are beautifully carved and intricately worked, and are clearly the work of a master. On the walls of the second floor of the living room hung several large portraits, the figure of which was faintly recognizable through the dust-covered canvases and cracked paint, the owner of the castle, Prisla. A golden magic crystal lamp hangs from the semicircular roof, and the energy in the magic crystals has long since been depleted due to their age, and the thick dust has buried them, as if to hide this extravagant and absurd history.

"Hey, it's good to have a magician! magic still works!" said Captain Mark happily as he extinguished his torch, and the next moment his smile froze. In what was once the most extravagant of halls, a large group of undead creatures wandered aimlessly, and it just so happened that Erica's illumination attracted their attention. The undead are creatures that live in shadow and darkness, and they hate light, and illumination is precisely the power of light to drive magic, which is what they hate the most.

"Whew!" Angry roars erupted, skeletons writhed their dry joints and pounced on Erica with a series of "clucking" sounds, the zombies dragging their heavy bodies slowly, yellow-green corpse water dripping down their rotting skin to the ground emitting a foul stench, and the void spirits in the air swirled over Erica's head through the walls, letting out a shrill howl. (Wraiths: Intermediate undead creatures.) When a person dies with great anger or unwillingness towards something or something, he holds hatred after death, with extremely strong resentment. After their death, their souls do not want to enter hell or heaven, and retain a certain memory of their past lives (mainly the unwillingness and anger before death) to stay in the world and turn into ghosts, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge on the living world, and the ghosts rely on the resentment of their previous lives to become stronger and stronger, so it is difficult to deal with, and their ethereal bodies can penetrate most physical obstacles and are immune to physical damage, and can slowly repair the damage they have suffered by absorbing the elements in nature. ）

"Defend the archers and magicians!" Captain Mark drew his broadsword and stood at the front of the line.

"Miss Yaound, I'll leave the flying monsters to you, my bow and arrows won't hurt them. After Samantha finished speaking, she pulled out three arrows from the quiver on her waist and lifted them, her fingers clasped the bowstring and slowly pulled it away, and the string was as tight as a full moon. "Bang!", and three arrows were fired at the three skeletons, and the sharp arrows pierced through the empty heads, shattering them.

Erica nodded, waved her wand lightly, drew a magic array on the ground to make a protective enchantment and placed Renon inside, saying, "You have a good rest first, this is just some low-level undead creatures." Trust me, they will be solved soon. ”

Rui Nong nodded, sat in the enchantment and closed his eyes to recuperate, he knew that now was not the time to be strong, with his current state, let alone the resentful spirits flying in the sky, even a small skeleton soldier could kill him, and the top priority was to recover his strength.

"Very gorgeous archery! Then I'll have to show it. Arnold spat into his palm, rubbed his hands, and pulled the axe from behind his back.