Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 509: Mad Prince Alois

It was a vast room with great vaults, and in the niches of the room shone like gold, or the gleam of precious stones.

Thorne turned a blind eye to these unknown treasures, but raised his head and looked at the strange black shadow emerging from an altar made of bones in the corner, his eyes were full of vigilance.

Suddenly, everyone stopped in their tracks, and even the little devil, who was flying excitedly in mid-air, stopped for a moment.

At this moment, where everyone's eyes touched, a blurred shadow full of oppression appeared, and this black shadow was suspended straight at a height of less than one meter from the bone altar.

With such a sense of oppression, even the most powerful paladin, Avar, felt the trembling from his legs.

"Whoo~"

The eerie and bone-chilling cold wind floated through the huge room, like a dark wind lingering in the room.A strange sound came out, sometimes like a child's low laugh, or like a marble falling to the ground and rolling.

For Thorne, it seemed like the perfect atmosphere for a horror movie.

At the moment when the cold wind passed by, a cold shiver climbed up his body, and his tiny pupils reflected the moving track of a shadow on the altar.

Immediately afterwards, a very large figure gradually appeared, and Thorne could clearly feel that the little banshee beside him was too frightened to make a sound.

Thorn clenched the sharp sword in his hand, watching the black shadow vigilantly that made him unable to bear the fear.

Regarding such a strange thing, the dignified paladin Avar did not act rashly, but the holy adamantine broadsword in his hand kept emitting a trembling light, and the elf swordsman slowly drew out the long rune sword.

The female wizard Cecil forcibly controlled her trembling body, and the magic amulet in her hand was held even tighter by her.

She could clearly feel the subtle changes in the magic talisman the moment the shadow appeared, and it was this change that completely dispelled the unknown fear in her heart.

Slowly, under the gaze of everyone, this shadow gradually emerged from the darkness, but what emerged was something darker.

This is a blurry phantom. If you look closely, you can see that his appearance is ugly and his body is bigger than ordinary humans.

His head and shoulders floated in a darkness that not even the holy light from the paladin's broadsword could dispel.

Thorne looked at his slowly raised hands, which were dark and terrifying, but a little erratic, like a thick black mist.

He also felt an unknown coldness seemed to revolve around him, the cold air seemed to be filled with a kind of extreme greed and hunger, and it seemed that the whole space was longing for his body, blood, and eager to absorb his body. Bone marrow, plundering his vitality, devouring his soul...

Thorn, who noticed the abnormality, was startled, and shook the steel soul sword in his hand again, and the bright pale blue light reflected his face even paler.

Then, he immediately made preparations to launch the steel soul faction's counter skill "Spiritual Defense" at any time.As long as the evil negative energy invades his body, he will launch this move without hesitation to resist.

If his guess is correct, the feeling just now should be the withering aura of powerful undead creatures.

This ability can plunder the vitality of all creatures, and if it is used in combination with the howling of death, it can even turn its territory into a piece of wasteland.

It is also because of this that the sudden withering phenomenon in some places is almost always regarded as a sign of death.

Thorne took advantage of the gap between the black shadow's raised arms, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed that in the group, except for the banshee Kefla and the witch Cecil, the symptoms of the paladins and elf swordsmen were almost the same as his. Same.

Obviously, this unknown negative energy erosion can only cause damage to creatures with life energy.

As the phantom appeared in front of everyone, the figure in the darkness gradually emerged with his clear face, Thorne immediately saw the long and curved claws connected to the ends of the phantom's limbs.

The sharp claws exuded a strange red light in the ink-like darkness, and this strange red light stung his eyes like small daggers.

Thorne resisted the tears that ran across his cheeks due to the stinging pain in his eyes, and continued to look at the hideous appearance of this real phantom.

It was a face of horror beyond imagination, with a scarlet tongue visible from his twisted lips, and strange blackened teeth.

The scariest thing is the phantom's eyes. Thorne, who has mastered the power of the devil, can clearly feel the light of the devil shining in the phantom's eyes.

This kind of light caused the little devil from Bator Hell to shrank into a meat ball in fright, and rolled down the stairs comically.

However, at this time, no one will pay attention to this little guy who has no sense of existence.

Because at the same time, they discovered that phantom's demon eyes full of hatred and destruction were staring at everyone motionlessly.

"Who are you hateful thieves who stole the treasure of the great king Alois?" The real phantom suddenly roared angrily.

The sound rumbled through the entire room, making Thorn feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

With the characteristic of "perceiving magic", he can clearly feel that the air around him is full of magic.

In other words, the so-called mad prince Alois, whom the paladin said in front of him, made him feel a fatal crisis just by yelling.

As a terrifying existence in ancient times, it is an immortal thing that has been in the world for at least thousands of years.

This made Thorne realize that this undead creature can survive to this day, and its strength is likely to have reached the Legend of Destiny.

If this is the case, with only five of them, there is no chance of winning at all.

Just as Thorne was thinking wildly, he realized another terrifying thing.

He found that this ghostly roar came from various places around him. Surrounding him, there were at least a dozen black shadows, each of which was so terrifyingly floating.

And these figures around him, each has the terrifying demon eyes, and the twisted blood-red claws also protrude from each limb, as if to tear him into pieces.

When he found out from the corner of his eye that there were no such phantoms around other people, he realized that this was probably some kind of illusion, which made him secretly relieved.

Thorne cast a look at the paladin Avar not to act rashly, then exchanged glances with the witch, and nodded slightly.

He watched the black shadows wandering around vigilantly, mustered up his courage, gathered a force, calmly looked at the mad prince Alois and asked knowingly, "Who are you?"

"I am King Alois." The stormy voice came again from the room.

Thorne clearly felt that the black shadows lingering around became more conspicuous, as if they would condense into entities at any moment.

However, he didn't care, because he knew very well that it was just an illusion, and it wouldn't hurt him at all.

"You stupid and cunning things." The voice of the mad prince Alois became deeper, like the flames of the bottomless abyss:

"Like your greedy kind, you are lured by the riches here, and you get deeper and deeper in the web that I use their greed to weave. You ignorantly think that these priceless treasures are at your fingertips. In fact, they are all Unreal. Now, let you pay for your greed."

"Unreal, I can clearly see that the treasures here are all real." Thorne looked at the phantom of the mad prince, then at the bone altar behind him, his eyes flickered, and he responded like a challenge.

"Stupid and ignorant thing, you think so, maybe you should take another look!" Mad Prince Alois roared with mockery.

In an instant, Thorne noticed that the golden treasure in the alcove of the room suddenly became dim.

He also discovered that a ring inlaid with red zircon turned into an evil dark energy into the body of the mad prince.

Seeing this, he immediately understood the true intention of this undead man, and at the same time he secretly rejoiced that the group of them did not touch the wealth.

This mad prince is using the greed of human nature to attract countless adventurers to this place, and then slowly lure them to this place to kill.

That's why, on his way to this huge room, he found so many scattered gold coins and rare gems.

Although, he had a faint feeling that the other party was probably an undead creature whose strength reached the Legend of Destiny.

But after experiencing the initial fear, Thorne suddenly wasn't scared at all.

Because he knew clearly that Winston, who had guided them to this place, would definitely not just let them come here to die.

"So what? Don't you realize your situation yet?" Thorn patted the little banshee's shoulder lightly, took the initiative to take two steps forward, looked straight into the mad prince's eyes without fear, and said coldly coldly said:
"I think it's you who are stupid! Now you are like a homeless dog who can only hide here and linger. Kong has great strength, but he can only use these cheap little tricks to live humblely in the world. This kind of survival cannot The torture of wanting to die is really pitiful and pathetic."

"Stupid thing, you pissed me off, you want to die!" The mad prince Alois, who was touched by the pain point, roared, and the buzzing sound seemed to come from all directions.

"Under the witness of the great undead lord Otis, I will torture your souls to death!"

The devil's eyes of the mad prince are like two red-hot coals. The sharp claws exude a red light that stings the eyes, and the darkness gathered around becomes like a thick black mist, which cannot be pierced by any light. through.

Accompanied by angry roars, the overwhelming black shadows exuded bone-piercing shadow auras, filling the huge room, occupying every corner, and sweeping towards Thorn and his party like a rushing tide.

Dazzling white light erupted from the body of the paladin Avar instantly, and the holy adamantine broadsword also emitted a brilliant light like the sun.

The rune long sword in the hand of the elven swordsman Lance also burst out bursts of powerful magic energy, ready to meet the oppressive attack of the mad prince.

Thorn tried his best to stabilize his trembling hands. He knew very well that his group had no chance of winning when they faced the undead creatures whose strength reached the Legend of Destiny, and they didn't even have a chance to escape.

But in fact, when the mad prince noticed that everyone appeared in this room, he was never in a hurry to launch an attack. Instead, he used his own power of death to transform into a tempting treasure to attract intruders.

This made him understand that the reason why the other party was so restrained was that he was probably sealed in this bone castle.

Seeing the mad prince enraged, Thorne sees a chance, a slim chance perhaps, but he believes it's the only chance they have of destroying the mad prince.

"Cecil, get ready to shoot!" Thorne shouted to the female wizard behind him just as the overwhelming shadow aura was about to approach.

Upon hearing this, the female wizard Cecil immediately cast a spell on the magic talisman in her hand.

The moment the mad prince's claws of death stretched out in front of Thorne, she threw this simple amulet in Thorne's direction.

Immediately afterwards, this quaint magic amulet flew to the top of the mad prince's head with precision, and the dark aura around the phantom was suddenly absorbed by the mysterious runes engraved on the amulet like real silk threads.

As the evil breath was absorbed by the magic talisman, this talisman floating in mid-air was as dazzling as a corona halo in the huge room.

"Winster!!!"

The mad prince Alois, who noticed that all the power in his body was being crazily absorbed, stared at the floating objects in mid-air with vicious eyes, roared, and his deep voice shook the whole room.

However, this roar mixed with endless hatred still couldn't change the fact that he was crazily absorbed by the magic talisman.

——"Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Spreading the Karmic Fire!"

Seeing that the icy claws that were about to approach his face were suddenly retracted, Thorn's expression relaxed, and then his eyes narrowed slightly, and dancing blue flames appeared on the sharp sword in his hand.

Accompanied by a flash of pale blue light, the moment the sharp sword burning with blue karma hit the phantom of the mad prince, the blue flame engulfed his body.

"No!"

A shrill howl, like a hurricane passing through a canyon, tearing apart trees, pulverizing rocks and even the ground.

Then, this trembling feeling became a reality, not just an unusual gust of wind. The mad prince with blue flames spreading all over his body tried to counterattack before dying, and rushed towards Thorne with a bone-piercing shadow aura.

——"Shadow Hand School (Teleportation Skill): Shadow Leap!"

Thorne, who had been prepared for a long time, turned into a cloud of shadow energy and disappeared in front of the roaring mad prince.

The empty monster's eyes were full of panic, and the soul-penetrating blue flame made a sizzling sound on his phantom, and puffs of white air burst out from time to time.

The quaint magic amulet floating above the mad prince's head kept suppressing his actions from beginning to end.

In the flashing blue light, the mad prince Alois could only wave his long claws to attack the air as if losing his mind.

Finally, with a crisp sound of 'ding', the mad prince who was completely burned by the blue flame turned into a black spar and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)