All the noises and phantoms disappeared in an instant. Before Gao Wen realized what was going on, his eyes had returned to normal.
The corridors of the Leslie family castle stretched out in front of you. The floor was covered with dark red carpets. On the walls on both sides were portraits of Viscount Andrew's ancestors. Between the portraits were inlaid charged magic crystals. The crystals are emitting a constant light, but it seems that something interferes with the transmission of light. Although those crystals look bright, places a little further away are abnormally dim.
Gawain subconsciously glanced back, only to see Knight Philip and the others behind him just stepping through the gate, and their actions were naturally normal—it seemed that he was the only one affected, and the illusions just lasted only for a while. For an instant, no one noticed.
"What's wrong?" Amber asked in a low voice, noticing the change in Gao Wen's expression.
Gawain replied while guarding the surroundings: "I seem to have encountered an illusion just now, but it only lasted for a moment."
"There is indeed a magic power that dissipates, most of it is the aura left by the cultists, and it will collapse on its own after coming into contact with a step-up powerhouse like you," Pittman analyzed in a low voice, "We must be careful, there may be magic here trap."
Gao Wen frowned: "Can you perceive the approximate location of the cultists?"
"He is very cautious, or his power is weird," Pittman shook his head, "I can feel that there are twisted druid magic remnants everywhere, but none of the breath is 'active'..."
Knight Philip grasped the long sword tightly, put the hilt on his chest, and briefly chanted the name of the god of knights and warriors, Kyle. In this way, he exerted a magic-like power, and then looked at the end of the corridor: " The breath gathers there."
That is the direction of the lord's chamber.
Gawain exchanged glances with Amber and the others, and then Gawain took the lead, followed by Druid Pittman, Philip and Amber stood guard on both sides, and the four walked forward cautiously along the corridor.
The portraits hanging on the walls on both sides glowed pale under the light of the alienated magic spar lamps. The ancestors of the Leslie family hung on the walls, watching the uninvited visitors indifferently, those pale eyes seemed to be dead. Like a fish, Amber shivered involuntarily.
Gao Wen just glanced at those portraits, they were just a slight alienation caused by the influence of the magical environment, not worth worrying about at all, besides, who hasn't hung them on the wall yet
The door of the lord's meeting room was also ajar, and there was a faint light inside. However, after approaching here, neither Pittman nor Philip could perceive the clear aura of cultists. Gawain sensed the gate and confirmed that there were no potential dangers such as traps on the gate itself and behind the gate, and then carefully pushed open the wooden door decorated with luxurious metal threads and engraved with Leslie's family crest.
The lord's meeting hall was empty, surrounded by pillars and magic crystals on the vaults, which cast a chaotic light. The tables and chairs in the center of the hall were moved there, only the velvet chair on the upper platform of the hall was left. Back chair, that is the position of the lord.
The lord of Tanzania Town, Viscount Andrew, was sitting on that high-backed chair. Behind him hung a portrait of the first generation of ancestors of the Leslie family who were knighted, and he himself was breathing hard under the gaze of his own ancestors. , this originally tall and thin man has been emaciated to the point of being almost shriveled at this moment, his flesh and blood seem to have shrunk, and the skin is tightly attached to the bones, like a pale and shriveled living dead, he leaned on the back of the chair , with his head staggeringly draped over his shoulders, his eyes staring at the roof without focus, breathing hard while muttering something in a low voice.
The magic spar located on both sides of the seat emitted white light, stretching Andrew's shadow for a long time, and projecting it vaguely on the ground.
This Mr. Viscount seems to have completely lost the ability to move freely.
Gawain held the Pioneer Sword tightly, and led Philip and Pittman into the hall. The three of them came to Viscount Andrew while guarding the surroundings. However, the Viscount seemed completely unaware of the approach of the three of them. He just stared blankly at the vault, making confused noises.
"He's mentally trapped," Pittman judged immediately, "but it's nothing serious—I'll lift the curse on him, but the cultists are likely to be alarmed. Be prepared."
Gawain nodded slightly: "Do it."
Pittman then put his hand on Viscount Andrew's forehead, and took out a small bottle from his arms with his other hand. He bit off the cork on the bottle with his mouth, and then dripped a few drops of the liquid in the bottle on the Viscount's head. .
A strange and strong fragrance of flowers emanated from those few drops of liquid, and accompanied by druid spells, it produced a strong effect of exorcising evil spirits and sedating souls. Loosen a little.
Suddenly, Viscount Andrew's eyelids rolled. He regained clarity from the chaos, and looked at Gawain standing in front of him. His eyes widened instantly, and a hoarse and terrifying voice came out of his throat: "He is in my shadow. !"
And almost at the moment when the viscount's voice fell, his shadow projected on the ground began to distort, the magic spar behind the seat shattered suddenly, and the shadow on the ground suddenly grew larger, and a pitch-black figure swooped out from it. Gao Wen came to the door.
But Gawain seemed to have expected it, and before Viscount Andrew gave a warning, he was already in the posture of jumping back. Before the shadow rushed out, he had already pulled Pittman and jumped off the platform, and Philip Cavalier followed closely behind. back.
The shadow flew into the air in an instant, and before he could regain his posture, the shadow on the ground twisted again, and a foot wearing a short leather boot flew out of it, kicking the figure on the back: " I am in your shadow!"
The figure was suddenly kicked out of the shadow form, and fell down from the platform in embarrassment, but it disintegrated into floating smoke and dust in mid-air, and was carried by a gust of wind and rushed to the other end of the hall, recondensing into a cloaked figure. A black-robed, faceless entity.
And Amber jumped out of the shadows completely, and quickly ran behind Gao Wen.
Gawain looked at the black-robed figure with a half-smile: "If a legal professional can't hide in the dark and throw ball lightning, if he insists on running out to assassinate a knight in plate armor, everything will die because of you." Is it a fresh painting style?"
And the black-robed man who failed in the sneak attack couldn't control his astonishment: "You are not affected by the voice of truth?!"
"Voice of Truth? You mean the magic you left on the door? The one who will hear the noise in your head when you open the door first?" Gawain asked curiously, "Ah, I did hear— It's a pity that I just wanted to talk to it for a few words, but the voice disappeared. Could it be that I made it crazy with just one sentence?"
Hearing Gawain's words, the black-robed figure seemed to be plunged into great anger. His hood shook, and a vicious curse came from the shadows: "Heretics who violate the iron law of death and return from the kingdom of the dead, You really shouldn't be left in this world!"
And as his voice fell, everyone present suddenly heard a dense cracking and breaking sound coming from outside the hall!
The windows of the meeting hall were cracked and smashed, and the doors everywhere were also shattered and collapsed by the huge force. Thick branches and vines broke through all the doors and windows and rushed into this hall.
The plants rushing into the hall rolled on the ground, distorted and deformed with the creaking sound, and people stood up: they were treants with a height of more than two meters, and they were similar to the tree people summoned by druids under normal circumstances. Humans are completely different: their branches and leaves are twisted and rotten, their body surfaces are cracked with countless openings, and poisonous juice flows out from the openings, emitting a pungent stench.
As is well known, when the druids of the Doom Society turned away from their belief in life and nature, the power of "life" disappeared from their spells.
These treants started to attack Gao Wen and his party.
"Their cores are in that mass of black rotting leaves!" Pittman quickly threw a few magic seeds and shouted at the same time, "Don't get the venom splashed in your eyes!"
When the magic seeds fell to the ground, they emitted a burst of green brilliance, and then quickly took root under the urging of the druid spells, growing into tough vines or thorny thorns, to restrain the treants coming from all directions.
Gawain couldn't help but took a deep look at Pittman, then retracted his gaze, swung his long sword and chopped off a tree man's arm.
Amber and Philip also wrestled with the rotting treants.
But in this chaotic and fierce battle situation, Gawain's attention was always on the cultist in black robe.
The black-robed figure hadn't really participated in the battle until now, except for putting the treant that had probably been prepared a long time ago. He just watched from a distance, looking silent and gloomy—but he was still reluctant to make a move .
Gawain instantly understood what was going on: this cultist knew about Gawain Cecil.
He knew who he was and how famous he was as the "Legend of Resurrection". Although he shouted very arrogantly at the beginning, he was obviously vain - he didn't make a move for so long, I'm afraid he really didn't dare to make a move.
But he commanded the tree man to fight again, and he didn't leave in a hurry, which shows that he probably guessed the situation that "Gaowen Cecil was in a weak period after his resurrection"!
He was observing and judging how much power this "legendary" of himself would have after being resurrected. He was undoubtedly taking a risk—and there was definitely something in this place that was worth his risk.
The thoughts in Gao Wen's mind were fast, and he had already thought of a lot of things in just two or three sword strikes, although he still didn't know how this cultist learned about himself, and understood or deduced How much, I don't know what this cultist wants to get here, but this does not prevent him from setting a little trap to get rid of the opponent as soon as possible.
In the blink of an eye, he pierced the magic power core of a tree man with a sword, but when he pulled out the sword, he deliberately made his hand tremble, as if his strength had suddenly stopped.