The thickest part of Half Moon Island is only 17 miles, so when the team has traveled more than 8 miles, it has already begun to approach the center of the island.

In order to avoid startling the snakes, they chose to land from the crescent moon of Half Moon Island, which was four or five miles longer than the landing in the middle of the month. This may not be a big deal on a flat road, but in a jungle full of ravines and branches, it is a nightmare.

Knight Etthorn, though he had replaced his armor with lighter chain mail before he set out, still weighed 90 pounds (45 kilograms), enough to weigh a young woman. This journey through the forest, climbing the stream, climbing the mountains and ravines can exhaust him half to death, if it is not for the good physical recovery, it is almost impossible to move an inch. Along the way, the three armored and armored church knights were left with only gasping and panting, and the face armor was pale.

As the team went deeper and deeper, the abnormalities in the dense forest could be noticed by everyone.

After walking through the dense forest for so long, they didn't even see a small rodent, so they couldn't help but be vigilant.

When the team was tired, the two nimble thieves had already reached out from a distance, and the other members were left behind in a barren meadow in the middle of the forest to rest for a short time.

It was a somewhat yellowish meadow, and on one side stood a huge mossy rock, weather-beaten enough to shelter from the cold wind blowing from the sea. On the other side of the meadow are a few ivy-wrapped trees, and at the foot there are a few bushes and grass holly, which also provide limited shelter for travelers. Next to the trees, there is a pool of crystal clear spring water between the rocks, which is gurgling out of the spring, and then flowing down the rocks, converging into a small pool on the ground.

Such a unique beauty can only be seen by mercenaries and wanderers who travel from south to north, but unfortunately they lack a heart to discover and protect beauty, so in an instant, this glade is full of whirring team members.

Anyone who has not walked through the dense forests of an island will never understand why a strong man who is as strong as an ox can be exhausted and gasping in less than ten miles.

The island is windy, and there are constant storms and rains all year round. As a result, the trees here are low and dense, and the gaps between the trees are mostly filled with vines that climb indiscriminately, and there is no road for human traffic. If it weren't for the ranger's natural wayfinding ability and a sheep's intestine trail opened up by the mountain opening knife, it would be almost impossible for everyone to move an inch.

Aithorn took off his helmet, revealing a face as resolute as a knife. This is a man in his mid-40s, with a black beard, a shaved head, and a sturdy but not clumsy body.

After purifying the water in the pool, people can't help but feel a little more energetic. Etthorn took a few sips to quench the thirst in his throat, and then he walked like a fly, and struggled to climb the huge rock, looking far ahead.

It was difficult to distinguish between the cracks in the dense green forest, and no matter how closely Knight Etthorn looked closely, he found nothing out of the ordinary.

"My lord, they're back!" A companion whispered from below.

As Etthorn leapt from the boulder, he saw two pale thieves anxiously waiting for him, their eyes filled with unconcealed fear and fright.

Etthorn's heart moved, and he glanced at the other two companions, turned and led the two thieves to a corner of the woodland, and then began to listen to their reports.

"The undead! …… My lord, there are undead there! The reports of the two thieves were surprisingly consistent and broken, and it was evident that what they had just seen and heard had left them both in shock.

A well-spoken thief finally recounted the investigation in its entirety.

The distance they had gone out to reconnoiter was not too far, and when they had found more than a mile, they had already discovered all kinds of strange anomalies.

The earth is degrading, the vegetation is withering, and the green that filled all vision in the first half is replaced by a pale, gloomy haze. And the ancient tree that used to be lush has become a terrifying monster with teeth and claws, and the lonely pestle stands in place, revealing its dry body.

Just when they didn't know why, they inexplicably crossed a special barrier, and only then did they see the real scene in Half Moon Island.

After listening to the detailed descriptions of the two thieves, Etthorn's heart was inexplicably tense and relieved. Nervous is that the cultist's lair is close at hand, and relaxed is that he has finally completed his reconnaissance mission as promised.

But after all, these were just listening to their descriptions, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was more reassuring to see it with his own eyes.

Moments later, the Knight of Ethorn, who had removed all his metal armor, followed the two thieves silently towards the cultist's lair in the distance.

It was already dusk, and the dark red glow of the setting sun was rolling in the treetops, and the light seemed to dim all of a sudden, but this qiē did not prevent the three hidden figures from walking slowly through the forest.

In a low, withered bush, the trio stopped.

A thief approached the knight and whispered, "My lord, it's here." There's that weird barrier ahead, and you'll be able to see the lair of the undead when you cross it! ”

Etthorn gently brushed away the withered yellow bush in front of him with his hand, silently surveying the front. Due to the rugged and steep cliffs that shade the edge of the island, the trees here appear much taller than those on the island. The green and disordered branches of the ancient vines stretched everywhere, and the low bushes were everywhere, and there was nothing different to be seen at all.

However, with the thief's reminder, Etton took a closer look and found a problem.

The jungle landscape that appeared in front of him was obviously a little incompatible with the surroundings of him. Under the damp sea breeze, all the trees swayed slightly with the direction of the wind in a regular manner, while the jungle in front of them simply repeated the same scene.

In addition to the repetition of the scene, the trees on the periphery have already withered and withered, and the green in front of them is very different, and this difference is even more significant.

"Vision." Etthorn nodded slightly, this should be some kind of special large-scale illusion spell in front of him.

At the signal of the knight, the two thieves led him to the waist and touched forward under the cover of the trees. Unconsciously, the three of them passed through an invisible and insubstantial magical shield, and the scene and atmosphere in front of them immediately became earth-shattering and completely different.

The tall and dense trees around it had all but disappeared, replaced by a vast expanse of dark swamp, and the sky above them had been replaced by a grayish, pale haze. Under this thick, almost misty mist, the light from the outside could not penetrate at all, making the invisible barrier even the air filled with a suffocating smell of rot.

The dark swamp appears to be extremely vast, with a few solitary rotting trees and coniferous brambles scattered here and there. The black earth was no longer static, but was flowing and undulating at a slow pace, with bubbles or branches that hadn't completely rotted from the depths coming out of the depths.

And in the middle of the swamp, stands a majestic castle of the dead. With white bones and rotten wood as pillar stones, and undead spirits and black mist as carvings, they float on the swamp mud. The castle is surrounded by four pillars of bone made of skulls of creatures, and the pale mist that floats in the sky is slowly created by them.

In the distance, the walls and buildings of the castle of the dead are crawling with low-level undead creatures of all sizes, who are busy building fortified castles under the command of necromancers and ghosts. In the swamp around the castle, more than a hundred undead creatures lying on the ground, like human beings with their bodies on their backs, were busy transporting the rotten wood they had collected back to the castle.

"Ghoul!" Knight Ethorn silently pronounced their names in his mind.

This terrifying undead creature that only appears in the nightmares of ordinary people is no stranger to a church knight. Ethorn, who had the privilege of participating in the last crusade against the undead, still remembers the flood of zombie skeletons and ghouls.

Compared with the obvious shortcomings of zombie skeletons, the ghouls with huge strength and agility are the elite soldiers at the bottom of the undead forces, and together with the ghost ghosts, they occupy more than eighty percent of the undead army.

I really can't imagine that they can still see their ugly figures on such a lonely island.

The three of them quietly retreated some distance, found a small piece of bush that had not been completely decayed, and crouched there to secretly peek at the castle of the dead in front of them.

The undead are ignorant and undead who only know how to wander according to their instincts, and never take the initiative to do things that mean nothing to them. But just by looking at the orderly appearance of the group of undead in front of him, he can know that there must be a high-level undead with extremely high intelligence hidden in the undead castle in front of him.

"Black Knight? Or some vampire aristocrat? Or is it ...... Lich? ”

A series of questions swirled through Aiton's mind, and all he could list were high-level undead who liked to build their lair, none of which were easy to deal with, but the lich was the most terrifying.

Aren't the five undead lichs that have survived for thousands of years that are currently plagued by a huge kingdom on the Crane Continent? These ugly creatures, who have violated the meaning of life, have lost their glory as intelligent beings over the millennia, and have become evil magical creatures who take pleasure in mutilating other living beings. And only those who no longer see themselves as human beings would do the horrific act of destroying a human nation.

Etthorn gently took out a strange eye-shaped alchemy prop from his bosom, and quietly hid it in the bushes, facing the busy castle of the undead, and then led the two thieves to slowly retreat.

Just as they had just retreated to the edge of the illusion barrier, the barrier in front of them suddenly fluctuated, and a ghost suddenly entered from the outside world and took a look at them.

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