Half-elf Ranger

It was a huge room with a large vault, and the alcoves of the room shone like gold, or the glitter of gems.

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

All of a sudden, everyone’s footsteps stopped, and even the little devil flying excitedly in the air stopped for a moment.

At this moment, where everyone’s eyes touched, there was a vague shadow full of oppression, and the shadow was suspended straight at a height of less than one meter on the altar of white bones.

A full sense of oppression, even the strongest paladin Avar felt the trembling sensation from his legs.

“Whoo~”

The eerie, bone-piercing cold wind floated through the huge room, like a dark wind lingering in the room. Strange sounds came out, sometimes like a child’s low laugh, or like marbles rolling on the ground.

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

At the moment when the cold wind blew through, a shudder of cold climbed up his body, and his shrunken pupils reflected the movement of a shadow on the altar.

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

Thorne clenched the sharp sword in his hand and watched vigilantly at the dark shadow that made him unable to bear fear.

For such a strange thing, the solemn-looking paladin Avar did not act rashly, but the holy fine gold broadsword in his hand kept emitting a trembling light, and the elf swordsman slowly drew out the rune longsword.

The sorceress Cecil forcibly controlled her trembling body, and the magic talisman in her hand was held tighter by her.

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

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

This is a phantom with a blurred image. If you look closely, you can see that his appearance is ugly and his size is larger than that of ordinary humans.

His head and shoulders floated in a darkness that not even the holy light of the paladin’s broad sword could dispel.

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

He also felt that an unknown cold seemed to revolve around him. The cold air seemed to be filled with extreme greed and hunger, and it seemed that the whole space was longing for his body, blood, and sucking his body. Bone marrow, plunder his vitality, devour his soul…

Thorne, who noticed the abnormality, was shocked, and the steel soul sword in his hand was squeezed again, and the bright pale blue light reflected his face even paler.

Then, he immediately made preparations to activate the Steel Soul faction’s countermeasure “mental body” at any time. As long as the evil negative energy breath invades the body, he will not hesitate to launch this move to resist.

If he guessed correctly, the feeling just now should be the withering aura that comes with powerful undead creatures.

This ability can plunder the vitality of all living things, and if used in conjunction with the Death Cry, it can even turn its territory into a waste of grass and waste.

Because of this, the sudden withering phenomenon in some places is almost always regarded as a sign of death.

Thorne took advantage of the space between the shadow and raised his arm, and out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that in the group, except for the banshee Kefla and the witch Cecil, the paladins and elf swordsmen showed almost the same symptoms as him. Same.

Apparently, this unknown negative energy erosion will only cause damage to creatures with life energy.

As the phantom appeared in front of everyone, the figure in the dark gradually showed his clear face, and Thorne immediately saw the long and curved claws connected to the ends of the phantom’s limbs.

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

Thorne resisted the stinging tears from his eyes that ran down his cheeks, and continued to look at the hideous appearance that looked like a real phantom.

It was a face of unimaginable horror, with a scarlet tongue and monstrous black teeth visible from his twisted lips.

The most terrifying thing is the phantom’s eyes. Thorne, who masters the power of the devil, can clearly feel the phantom’s eyes flashing with the light of the devil.

This kind of light made the little devil from Barto **** shrink into a flesh ball and roll 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 the ghost’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 phantom that seemed to be real suddenly roared in anger.

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

With the “perceive magic” characteristic, he can clearly feel that the air around him is full of magic.

In other words, the so-called mad prince Alois from the paladin’s mouth just roared, making him feel a fatal crisis.

As a terrifying existence in ancient times, it is at least an immortal thing that has been in the world for 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 the five of them alone, there is no chance of winning at all.

Just as Thorne was thinking about it, he realized another terrible thing.

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

And these figures surrounding him, each with the terrifying demon eyes, and twisted blood-red claws stretched out from each limb, as if to tear him to pieces.

When the corner of his eye saw that there were no such phantoms around other people, he realized that it was most likely some kind of illusion, which made him secretly relieved.

Thorne cast a nonchalant look at the paladin Ava, then looked at the witch and nodded slightly.

He watched vigilantly at the dark shadows wandering around, gathered up his courage, accumulated a force, calmly looked at the mad prince Alois and asked, “Who are you?”

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

Thorne clearly felt that the dark shadows around him became more conspicuous, as if it would condense into a solid body at any time.

However, he didn’t care, because he knew very well that it was just an illusion, and it couldn’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:

“You are lured by the wealth here like those greedy fellows, and you are getting deeper and deeper in the web I sewed with their greed. You ignorantly think that these valuable treasures are at your fingertips, in fact, they are all Unreal. Now, let you pay the price for your greed.”

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

“Stupid and ignorant, you would think so, maybe you should take another look!” The roar of the mad prince Alois was mocking.

In an instant, Thorne noticed that the golden treasures in the alcoves of the room had suddenly dimmed.

He also discovered that a ring inlaid with red zirconia turned into a wicked dark energy into the body of the mad prince.

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

This mad prince used the greed of human nature to attract countless adventurers to this place, and then slowly lured them here to kill them.

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

Although, he faintly felt that the other party was likely to be an undead creature whose strength reached the legend of destiny.

But after his initial fear, Thorne suddenly wasn’t scared at all.

Because he clearly knew that Winster, who guided them to this place, would never just let them come here to die.

“So what? Don’t you realize your situation now?” Thorne patted the little banshee on the shoulder, took two steps forward, looked straight into the eyes of the mad prince without fear, cold Cold and authentic:

“I think it’s you who is stupid! Now you are like a bereaved dog who will only hide here and survive. You have a lot of strength, but you can only use these lowly tricks to live humbly in the world. This kind of survival can’t be asked for The torture of death is both pitiful and pathetic.”

“Stupid thing, you have angered me, courting death!” 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 Orthus, I will make your souls suffer torment, die!”

The mad prince’s demon eyes are like two burning red coals, and the sharp claws emit red light that stings the eyes, and the darkness gathered around has become like a thick black mist, and no light can penetrate it. through.

Accompanied by the roar of anger, the overwhelming black shadow exudes a bone-shattering aura, filling the huge room, occupying every corner, and sweeping towards Thorne and his party like a rushing tide.

A dazzling white light instantly erupted from the body of the paladin Ava, and the holy fine gold broadsword also radiated a splendid light like the sun.

The rune sword in the hand of the elf swordsman Lance also burst out with spell energy full of power, ready to meet the oppressive attack of the mad prince.

Thorne tried hard to stabilize his trembling hands. He knew very well that when facing the undead creatures with the strength of the Legend of Destiny, he had no chance of winning, not even a chance to escape.

But in fact, when the mad prince noticed that everyone appeared in this room, he never rushed to launch an attack, but used his undead power to conjure attractive treasures to attract intruders.

This made him understand the reason why the other party was so restrained, and it was very likely that he was sealed in this castle of white bones.

Seeing the mad prince enraged, Thorne sees a chance, which may be very slim, but he believes that this is the only chance they have to destroy the mad prince.

“Cecile, get ready to shoot!” Thorne shouted to the witch behind him just as the overwhelming shadowy aura was about to approach.

When the witch Cecil heard the words, she immediately recited a spell on the magic amulet in her hand.

At the moment when the mad prince’s death claw stretched out in front of Thorne, she threw the quaint amulet in Thorne’s direction.

Immediately afterwards, this primitive magic talisman accurately flew to the top of the mad prince’s head, and the dark aura around the phantom was like a real silk thread, madly absorbed by the mysterious runes engraved on the talisman.

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

“Winster! It’s you again!”

The mad prince Alois, who noticed that his whole body was being absorbed crazily, stared at the floating object in the air with vicious eyes, roared, and the low voice shook the whole room.

However, this roar mixed with endless hatred still cannot change the fact that he was madly absorbed by the magic talisman.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Extend the Fire of Karma!”

Watching that the claws of ice that were about to approach his face were suddenly withdrawn, Thorne’s expression loosened, and then his eyes narrowed slightly, and dancing blue flames appeared on the sharp sword in his hand.

Accompanied by a pale blue light flashing, the moment the sharp sword burning with blue karmic fire hit the phantom of the Mad Prince, the blue flame rolled up his body.

“Do not!”

A shrill wailing, like a hurricane through a canyon, tearing apart trees, pulverized rock and even the earth.

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

——“Shadow Hand School (Teleportation Skill): Shadow Leap!”

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

The empty monster’s eyes were full of horror, and the blue flame that penetrated his soul made a sizzling sound on his phantom, and blobs of white gas appeared from time to time.

The simple magic talisman floating above the Mad Prince’s head has been suppressing his movements from beginning to end.

In the flashing blue light, the mad prince Alois could only sway his long claws and attack the air like he lost his mind.

In the end, 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.