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The scene in the city hall was beyond Yang Hai's expectations.

He thought he would see something as grand as a library. After all, the ancient kingdom of Lakhta suddenly decayed and disappeared in its strongest years, and perhaps there are still remnants of its prosperity.

But to everyone's surprise, the town hall still looked so magnificent from the outside, but when you entered, you found that the inside had become a ruin, and there was nothing but an empty shell outside.

The large, seemingly three-story building was completely decayed inside, with all three floors collapsing, scattered with wind-eroded rubble.

Nothing happened.

As the structure inside had been completely reduced to nothing, they stood in the doorway and saw the door leading directly to the inner wall of Lakhta, and another door was opposite them, and the slightest light was shining through the door.

"How?" Blake asked in a muffled voice.

"This ...... I don't know that either. Yang Hai smiled bitterly.

The moment the door was opened, they were even ready for a hard fight, but in the end nothing happened. Yang Hai was also unprepared for this situation.

The pitch-black room looked empty.

But in the darkness, suddenly a voice was heard.

"Lucas, this is not where you should be."

Everyone was shocked, could it be that there is a super boss like Master Carlyle hidden here? There are too many surprises in this dungeon, right?

"I'm tired of days like this, it's time to do a wrap-up." Lucas replied.

An intense and holy light suddenly illuminated the entire ruins of the town hall.

Everyone was shocked to find that the light source turned out to be the soul fire of an undead. It was an undead in a priest's robe, a thousand-year-old seal, but the robe was still snow-white under the light of the soul fire.

Is it a corpse witch? Yang Hai took a closer look. Shocked - this is a lich, at least level 80 or higher.

I'm going to go!

It's a special boss again!

Yang Hai found something abnormal again, they were facing an undead spirit, but the holy aura on this undead spirit seemed to gush out richly. This is the power of the Light, the divine breath that emanates directly from the soul source. Generally speaking, the undead and the Holy Light are mutually restrained and incombinable forces, but it is not without exceptions that the undead who possess the Spirit of Light are counted as one in history. All of them are famous figures, but among the undead that Yang Hai knows, they are obviously not the guys in front of him.

This ancient kingdom of Lakhta is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon......

Knock such a boss to death, that's not to think about it, the boss can probably burn them all with a holy fire, and the NPCs with the power of the holy light are one of the most unprovoked in this game, because these bosses have a strong ability to heal themselves. Players can't get off in the first place, and they fight and fight. The NPC will add itself to full health, which is still a beating. Not to mention that the guy in front of him is at least 30 levels higher than them, even if it is the same level, Yang Hai is not at all sure that he can fight.

Yang Hai stopped his teammates who were secretly holding a spell and preparing to make a move. Signal them to listen quietly to the boss for a conversation.

"The end? Do you want to be liberated? The boss's voice was low and gentle: "With your strength, you can already free yourself from the shackles of the astral plane, if you have a heart, I can understand it." You can leave on your own, why bother me. ”

"Father Valentine, you have been here day and night for thousands of years. Prevent the evil spirits from fleeing this place and continue to cause trouble; But you're not a Lakhta at all. Lucado said in a deep voice, "You didn't have to carry this qiē. ”

"You don't have to feel guilty and persuade me to leave." The former priest is now only covered with white bones, and there is no expression on his mottled face. "Go out on your own, if you can't break free of the astral rift, I can help, and Mr. Carlyle might be happy to help."

"I said I wanted to leave and be liberated, not to shirk my responsibility!" Lucado accentuated his tone, a little angry.

"So what are you going to do?" Father Valentine asked faintly.

"I brought helpers, they are outsiders." Lucado replied, "Maybe they could—"

Lucado's words were interrupted by a chuckle from Father Valentine.

"They don't even know what they're going to face." Valentin said lightly: "This is the matter of the Lakhta Kingdom, why bother with outsiders, have you forgotten the fate of those outsiders?" ”

"This time it's different!" Lucardo was a little anxious: "Father Valentine, things have changed! I bring bad news. ”

"Things have never changed," whispered the Priest of the Dead, "there is no good news or bad news, news is just news." ”

"The world of order is corrupting!" Lucado said anxiously, "The ancient kingdom of Lakhta is about to be freed from the seal and see the light of day again!" ”

"Ah......h......h

Yang Hai was amused by the cold humor of the undead priest.

Yang Hai's laughter seemed to attract Valentine's attention, and the undead priest asked Lucador, "So what is the difference between the outsiders brought by you personally this time?" ”

"An outsider is an outsider, and an outsider and an outsider are the same, no different." Yang Hai choked Valentine: "It's just that you don't have much choice now, you seem to have been in a stalemate with that evil spirit for thousands of years?" But in the end, there is still no score. He can't break through your blockade, and you can't wipe it out completely. The ancient kingdom of Lakhta is about to return to the world, and this is your chance to destroy it for the last time. Once the realm of order is completely corrupted, you can only watch it break free from its shackles and continue to cause harm to the world. ”

"Well, you have a point." Pastor Valentine nodded.

Yang Hai suddenly felt that this guy was a little natural......

"But I still don't want you to die." Valentine said something that made Yang Hai extremely helpless.

There is no hope of breaking through, and Yang Hai warns his teammates not to do it in the team channel.

"Actually, I have no right to stop you." Valentine suddenly sighed and said, "If you must keep going...... That's fine. I just want you to know about the terrible things that happened in this city, and if they don't scare you, then I won't stop you. ”

"How?" Yang Hai frowned.

"I'll bring you into my memories." Valentine's voice was unrelenting: "You will see what happened here in the environment of my recollection. Be careful not to allow yourself to be harmed, as the damage you take in the illusion will also be reflected in the real world. ”

Yang Hai understood. The second boss battle turned out to be a scenario battle.

Everyone looked at each other, and the scenario battle was a bit more difficult than the regular boss fight, but they didn't have much choice right now.

After a few people nodded in agreement, Father Valentine waved the long sleeves of his robe, and everyone was immediately enveloped in a holy light. The light was so dazzling that Visconti, the dark elf, was already starting to take a beating.

They found themselves in a noisy tavern, where all five people's races and occupations had changed, and they had become five human warriors, sitting around a table drinking spirits. They were close to the stove, and the heat of the blazing fire kept coming from the side. It is also accompanied by the crackling sound of firewood burning.

EGGPAIN GLANCED AROUND ALERTLY, SAW THAT NO ONE HAD NOTICED, AND COMPLAINED TO HIS TEAMMATES, "I'VE BEEN TO A SIMILAR SCENE BEFORE, I APPEARED AS A GHOST, AND THE NPCS HERE CAN'T SEE ME AT ALL." Couldn't that guy named Valentine do that? ”

"I guess not, he should be embarrassed for us, and I hope we will retreat." Yang Hai had professional instincts, and of course he could hear that Father Valentine's words just now were wrong.

They didn't know what was going to happen next, so they had to drink with their heads down. Since it is a fantasy of memories, what should happen will naturally happen.

At a table not far from them, a group of soldiers were also drinking, unlike their quiet. The soldiers at that table were arguing loudly about something.

"I don't know what's going on with His Majesty." A red-nosed, old-looking veteran complained: "He's a good gentleman, but over the years, his temperament has become more and more irritable." The Bauhinia Principality had no obligation to pay tribute or pay taxes, but His Majesty was furious and wanted to attack it. Such an unrighteous teacher. How can you win? ”

"It is said that not paying taxes or paying tribute is not the main reason why His Majesty sent troops." Another soldier, who looked younger, lowered his voice: "Your Majesty is just looking for a reason to provoke a war because Duke Bauhinia is not very respectful to him and is resentful in his heart." ”

"We're going to win anyway, what's the big deal." A soldier shouted loudly: "The Principality of Bauhinia is just a small and weak country, dare to be disrespectful to His Majesty, this is the way to die!" ”

"Nonsense!" The soldiers began to argue: "Is it possible that anyone who is disrespectful will immediately kill someone?" How can there be such a truth in this world? ”

"It wasn't like this before!"

"It's called being aggressive, and that's a good thing. The Bauhinia Principality is about to be added to our territory. ”

"It's winter! At this time of war, how much reserve food will we eat, and how many people will freeze to death! ”

The door to the bar was kicked open.

"I'm Herald Thorton!" A tall and mighty warrior walked in and yelled, and the bar fell silent.

"By Marshal Lucas's orders!" Thorton looked at the soldiers in the bar with cold eyes: "Your vacation has been canceled, the front line is tight, and the kingdom needs to urgently recruit you to the front line to support your comrades, the soldiers of the kingdom!" It's time to fight for the king! ”

There was silence for a while.

The herald was dissatisfied, and shouted: "Warriors, the time has come to fight for the kingdom of Lakhta! ”

"For the king."

There was a sparse sound in the bar.

The herald raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, and turned to leave.

Yang Hai and the others looked at each other. (To be continued......)