Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 508 Inside the Castle
In the dense dark forest.

Thorn looked solemnly at the castle made of bones. The moment he cast his gaze over it, the countless empty eye sockets on the wall seemed to be responding to him, and also stared at him coldly. As for making him feel a bone-chilling chill.

But he didn't flinch, instead he went forward without fear, and carefully looked at every corner of the castle.

He found that most of the walls of the castle were made of these horrible skeletons stacked in an almost elegant way, as if they were the work of some master builder.

The door frame of the castle gate is also made of bones, but there are only three of them, which look like human leg bones, if it is not considered that it is at least five or six meters long.

Thorne recalled the classification of giant races in his mind, but unfortunately, with only these few leg bones, he couldn't tell what kind of giant it was.

However, he could at least be sure that it did not come from the leg bone of the hill giant.

While Thorne was looking at the castle, the others were also shocked by the horrifying scene in front of them.

Except for General Avar, who was a clergyman, the other three obviously hadn't recovered from the shock. Their feet seemed to be studded with nails, and they stood firmly in place, unable to move an inch.

The elven banshee Kefla has lived in the tower all year round, and has experienced two baptisms of arcane energy, making her almost an emotional human being, and she still retains her previous personality.

Even if his true identity is an undead creature, he would still be frightened by this frightening scene, which is understandable.

After all, the age in her heart is just a little girl after all.

The only surprising thing is that Cecil, a female wizard who is proficient in necromancy, a necromancer who manipulates undead creatures, is actually afraid of a building made of bones, which really makes people feel a little speechless.

The strangest one was the little devil standing on Kefla's shoulder.

The little guy's first reaction when he saw the Skeleton Castle was to show a look of eagerness, as if something inside was attracting it.

Considering that its identity is a devil from Baator Hell, it is no longer surprising.

"This is where your teacher, Winster, guided us." Thorne patted the shoulder of the little banshee beside him, comforting her silently, and then boldly walked towards the castle while asking the witch Cecil go.

Although this terrifying building made him feel a little fear in his heart, he was very clear that at this time, he was already driven by the strong curiosity in his body that yearned for discovery and adventure, as if it was constantly hinting him to move on.

Of course, it is also possible that there is still hidden treasure in the castle.

After all, no matter what, he had faced many more troublesome problems than this skull castle, so naturally he would not be afraid of it.

After all, he is actually an adventurous person.

Because he knows very well that in the face of many difficulties, a person can only successfully climb the pyramid if he experiences confusion, fear, complaints, even despair, and struggles on the edge of life and death, and then perseveres and overcomes many difficulties. top.

This is also the real reason why he would take the initiative to choose to go out when he felt that his spiritual practice was stagnant.

Seeing Thorne walking towards the castle silently alone with a sharp sword emitting pale blue light, the paladin Avar, who was still holding the holy adamantine broadsword, immediately stepped up to follow.

"That's right here." The sorceress Cecil, whose expression finally regained her composure, looked at the ranger's back and nodded.

Then she found that the two were gradually approaching the gate of the castle, and the magic amulet in her hand that guided her here was squeezed a few times by her again, because the joints of her fingers had become deformed because of the tight grip. Gotta turn pale.

But in her opinion, perhaps only this talisman in the palm of her hand can bring her a comfortable sense of security.

"Could this castle be Winster's secret base?" Hearing the answer from the witch, Thorne subconsciously expressed his guess.

As he looked at the terrifying castle, he estimated in his mind how many corpses would be needed to form such a spectacular scene in front of him.

In the end, he came up with the data that at least [-] corpses are needed to build such a huge scale.

If it was as he imagined, he would have to secretly wonder what purpose this Winston, who is known as the 'Astral Insight' and 'Ferryman', was doing in such a cruel way.

Of course, he does not think this way to blame the other party from the commanding heights of morality. He still understands the truth of not persuading others to be kind without others suffering.

He was just curious about how much hatred these corpses had for Winster.

"I know there are legends about this castle."

However, to Thorn's surprise, just as he said this brain supplement, what he waited for was not the sorceress Cecil who was most likely to know everything here, but the paladin General Avar by his side.

I saw this paladin, who had taken off his mask at some point, was staring at the magic brand engraved on the skull with a pair of bright eyes.

The crowd remained silent, pretending to be listening, waiting for the paladin Avar to tell them about the origin of the castle.

"There is such a legend that has been spread throughout the Corina Peninsula." The paladin withdrew his gaze and said slowly:
"In ancient times, there were many small countries and city-states on the Corina Peninsula. It is said that there was a crazy prince who killed his father and queen, successfully took over the kingdom's army, and took the initiative to wage war with all his neighbors. ended the war, and his victories gave him dominion over almost everyone in the entire Corina peninsula."

"You mean to say that this castle came from the hands of this crazy prince." Listening to the paladin telling them about the history of the ancient times, Thorne hit the point straight.

At the same time, his instinct was telling himself that things were not as simple as he imagined.

"That's right." The paladin didn't care about the ranger interrupting his words, nodded to him, and continued:

"It is this crazy prince Alois, whose cruelty is as big as his position. All the legends show that he is a cruel monarch. No one will doubt his bloodthirsty personality, nor One would doubt the legends of his Legion of Doom."

"Legion of Doom?" Thorne asked again.

"The Legion of Doom is the core force for Prince Alois to flatten the entire peninsula. His legion is composed of his lieutenants, each of whom has a magic brand representing the skull logo of their master."

The paladin pointed to the brand engraved on the castle wall: a solid black mace emblem topped with a skull.

Thorne faintly felt that the mad prince's ability to unify the peninsula was definitely related to the power of death, so he looked at the paladin and asked, "Since his Doomsday Legion is so powerful, why..."

Thorne didn't say so, but he believed the paladin should understand what he was implying.

Because when the paladin mentioned the Legion of Doom and pointed to the magic brand on the bones of the castle, he knew that the castle made of bones was definitely from the Legion of Doom, the mad prince Alois.

What made him wonder was why the Legion of Doom was there, and why they built the castle.

"When the mad prince Alois won all the wars and successfully raised his flag on the Corina Peninsula and became the only human king, Alois and his most loyal followers held a A grand celebration was held.

They brutally slew all their captives in a place called the Arena of Ghosts, which included all kings and queens of conquered kingdoms, just for the pleasure of an undead man and his evil minions. monarch. "

Undead Monarch.

Hearing this title, Thorn seemed to guess the true identity of the undead monarch.

However, he did not interrupt, but continued to remain silent, listening to the paladin's account of what happened next.

"It was the night when this tragedy happened, a night where the moon could not be seen." Paladin Avar whispered, and then stared at the dark sky:
"A fog of death from the bottomless abyss swept across the castle of the mad prince Alois. It is said that the smoke lasted for more than a month. During this time, the mad prince Alois and his legion all Hiding in the castle, dare not set foot in the outside world.

Then on the day of the summer solstice, under the light of the full moon, the castle of the mad prince strangely turned into the terrifying appearance of the dense bones in front of him, and the castle disappeared together with his evil servants. "

"It is said that the castle gathered all the wealth that the mad prince Alois plundered when he launched the war to destroy the country. If you find the castle, you can inherit all the treasure." The paladin stared at the castle, paused for a moment, and continued:

"In that ancient history, there was a time when many adventurers came to the Corina peninsula in search of this lost castle, trying to obtain its treasures.

It's a pity that as the legends about the Castle of Bones gradually disappeared over the years, no one has ever discovered the real location of the Castle of Bones. "

"I thought it was just a illusory legend, but I didn't expect to witness the legendary building here, and it was in ancient times, and I don't know how many years have passed between them." After finishing speaking, the paladin sighed involuntarily.

After telling the legend, everyone was silent for a while, and the fear of facing the unknown castle was dispelled a lot.

Then, led by the paladin Avar, he walked towards the arch made of bones.

The moment Thorn, who was following the paladin, entered the castle, he saw that there was enough light in the castle to pass through the stones, no, it was the gaps between the bones, which slightly illuminated the interior.

But before they took dozens of steps, the surroundings became pitch black.

The paladin leading the way had a thought, and a bright light burst out from his fingertips, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

After entering the castle, there was a very wide corridor, which was very smooth under the feet. Thorne found that it was not paved with bones, but with real marble.

He also saw many demon reliefs on the marble floor, while the walls on both sides were lined with countless empty eye sockets and teeth.

Apparently, these were constructed from skulls.

"Do you regret coming here with me?" Feeling the pulling force from the sleeves, Thorne looked at Kefla's pale face and joked in a relaxed tone.

The little banshee nodded vigorously, then shook her head hastily.

Thorn chuckled and reached out to stroke her hair.

Since this place is in an independent space, he couldn't contact Taling at all, otherwise he would have sent the timid banshee back to save him trouble here.

"How many skulls are there here?" When a group of people came to an intersection and found rows of skulls in front of them, the witch Cecil couldn't help but say.

The air inside the castle was very dry, and she felt that every breath took away the moisture from her tongue and throat, which made her have to drink a little water from the water bag from time to time to suppress her thirst and restless feelings.

"This is just the periphery, there are more behind, maybe there are some evil ghost creatures hidden. As a necromancer, you should learn to adapt to this kind of scene." Thorne replied casually.

The female wizard Cecil looked embarrassed when she heard the ranger's teasing, and the magic amulet in her palm tightened again.

"Which way should we go?" The paladin who reached the intersection first asked the three roads that appeared in front of him.

"Middle." Sensing the movement of the magic talisman, the female wizard pointed to the middle path to the paladin without hesitation.

Hearing this, the paladin continued to go deeper into the corridor in the middle.

At this time, the elven swordsman Lance who was at the back of the team noticed that there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the corner of the wall, apparently the light from his fingertips hit some kind of metal.

When he saw clearly that the thing on the ground was a large pile of glittering gold coins, he immediately said, "There is gold here."

"It stands to reason that this castle has existed for thousands of years, but this pile of gold coins has no dust at all, so I think it should be fake. It's best not to touch it casually." Seeing that everyone was attracted by gold, Thorne reminded.

Hearing Thorne's words, they really found that the pile of gold coins was too clean, so they put away their curiosity.

"Go on." The paladin paused and led the way for everyone again.

A group of people continued to advance on the winding road of the Skull Castle.

During this period, they found many shining treasures and various rare ornaments along the way, but these items have one thing in common, as Thorne said, they are very cleanly preserved.

Moreover, the strangest thing was that the castle was terribly quiet, except for the footsteps and breathing of the five of them, there was no sound at all.

Even though Thorne turned on the "audio detector" of the Steel Soul faction, he still couldn't detect any movement.

This castle of bones is like the creek they encountered before, and its silence makes people feel frightened.

Everyone continued to move forward. The paladin walked to a corner and found a staircase. Under the guidance of the female wizard, he walked up without hesitation.

Thorne scanned the walls on both sides, and found that the heads of those terrible dead were stretching forward. He suppressed the doubts in his heart, and led the little banshee to follow behind the paladin silently.

The moment when everyone walks down the stairs into a spacious hall.

Thorne keenly sensed that in the shadows covered by the corner of the wall, a dark shadow full of oppression appeared.

(End of this chapter)