Chapter 128： heresy

All the noise and illusions disappeared in an instant, and Gao Wen did not respond to what was going on. He had recovered to normal.

The corridors of the Leslie family castle extend in front of the eyes, and the walls of the dark red carpet are hung on the walls on both sides of the wall, the portraits of the ancestors of the princes of Andrew, and the magical spar is inlaid between the portraits. The spar is emitting a constant light, but as if something interferes with the spread of light, the spar looks bright, but a little further away is dim.

Gao Wen looked back subconsciously, but saw that the Philip Knight and others behind him just stepped across the gate, and their actions were naturally no exceptions - it seemed that only himself was affected, and the illusions just lasted only lasted. In an instant, no one noticed it.

"What's wrong?" Amber noticed the change in Gao Wen's look and asked in a low voice.

Gao Wen replied while waiting around: "I just seemed to encounter an illusion, but it only lasted for a moment."

"There is indeed a magical power dissipated, mostly the sect of the cult, and it collapses after touching the more powerful person like you," Peteman whispered. "We have to be careful, there may be magic here." trap."

Gao Wen frowned. "Can you perceive the approximate location of the cultists?"

"He is very cautious, or it's weird," Pitman shook his head. "I can feel the twisted Druid magic residue everywhere, but there isn't a breath that is 'active'..."

The Philip Knight clasped the sword and put the hilt on the chest to mourn the name of the knight of the knight and the warrior. He used this kind of power to display the power of the gods, and then looked at the end of the corridor: The breath gathers over there."

That is the direction of the Lord's Chamber of Deputies.

Gao Wen and Amber exchanged their eyes, then Gao Wen took the lead, Druid Pitman followed, Philip and Amber were on both sides, and the four carefully walked along the corridor.

The portraits hanging on the walls on both sides were white with the light of the alienated magical crystal lamps. The Leslie family’s ancestors hang on the wall, watching the visits of the uninvited guests indifferently, and the white eyes seem to die. Like a fish, Amber involuntarily shuddered.

Gao Wen only took a look at those portraits. It was only a slight alienation caused by the influence of the magical environment. It was not worth worrying at all. Besides, who is still hanging on the wall is embarrassing?

The door of the Lord's Chamber of Deputies is also hidden, and there is a shadow of light. However, after being close to here, neither Pitman nor Philip can perceive the clear atmosphere of a cult. Gao Wen perceives the door and confirms that the door itself and the potential danger behind the door are not trapped, and carefully pushed the wooden door with the luxurious metal wire decoration and depicting the Lesley family logo.

The lord's parliamentary hall was empty and empty, and the magic spar on the pillars and vaults sprinkled the chaotic light. The tables and chairs in the center of the hall were not moved there, leaving only the velvet high on the first platform in the hall. Back chair, that is the position of the lord.

The lord of Tanzan Town, the Viscount Andrew, sat on the high-backed chair, behind him was a portrait of the first generation of the ancestors of the Lesley family, and he himself breathed hard under the watchful eyes of his ancestors. The man who was originally tall and thin has been thinning to near dryness. His flesh and blood seem to have shrunk. His skin is tightly attached to the bones. It is like a pale, dry, dead man. He leans back on the chair. The head swayed over the shoulders, eyes staring at the roof without focus, while breathing hard, whispering something.

The magic spar on both sides of the seat glows white, pulling Andrew's shadow long and vaguely projected onto the ground.

The Viscount seems to have completely lost the ability to act freely.

Gao Wen clenched the pioneer's sword and walked into the hall with Philip and Pitman. The three men were on the side of the police and went to the side of the Count of Andrew. However, the viscount did not seem to realize the proximity of the three. He just stared blankly at the vault and made a chaotic voice in his mouth.

"His mind is trapped," Pitman immediately judged. "But it's not serious - I will lift his curse, but the cult is likely to be alarmed and ready."

Gao Wen nodded slightly: "Do it."

Pittman immediately placed his hand on the forehead of the Viscount Andrew, and the other hand took a small bottle from his arms. He bit the cork of the bottle with his mouth, and then dripped a few drops of liquid from the bottle on the top of the Viscount. .

A weird and intense floral fragrance emanates from the drops of liquid, and with the launch of the Druid spells, it produces a strong exorcism, the spirit of the soul, and the magical magic that binds the mind of the Count of Andrews is affected. Loosely.

Suddenly, the eyelids of the Viscount Andrew turned over. He recovered from the chaos and looked at the high text standing in front of him. His eyes were instantly stunned and his voice was hoarse and horrible: "He is in my shadow." !"

At the moment when the voice of the Viscount fell, the shadow he projected on the ground had begun to distort. The magic spar behind the seat burst and the shadow on the ground suddenly grew. A dark figure swooped out and took it straight. Gao Wenbi door.

However, Gao Wen seems to have expected it. Before the voice of the Count of Andrew, he had already made a post-jumping gesture. The shadow had not yet rushed out. He had already pulled Pitman off the platform, and the Philip Knight followed him. Rear.

The shadow flew empty in an instant, and before he reorganized his posture, the shadow on the ground twisted again. A foot in short leather boots flew out of it and kicked on the back of the figure: I am in your shadow!"

The figure was suddenly kicked out of the shadow form, and it fell from the table, but in the middle of the air it collapsed into a scattered smoke, and was rushed to the other end of the hall by a wind, re-condensed into a draped Black robes, entities with unknown faces.

And amber jumped out of the shadows and quickly reached the high body.

Gao Wen smiled and looked at the figure wearing a black robe: "A legal profession is not good to hide in the dark and throw a ball of lightning. You have to run out to assassinate a knight of a plate. Everything will be yours." What kind of fresh style?"

The black robes who failed the sneak attack failed to control their own horror: "You are not affected by the true sound?!"

"The sound of truth? You mean the magic that you left on the door? The first one to push the door will hear the noise full of brain noise?" Gao Wen curiously asked, "Oh, I did hear it - - Unfortunately, I just wanted to talk to it two times, then the voice is gone. Could it be that I said it crazy in a word?"

The black robe figure heard Gao Wen’s words, as if in a huge anger, his hood swayed, and a vicious curse came from the shadow: “After the iron law of the death of all things, returning to the heresy of the dead country, You really shouldn't stay in the world!"

And as his voice fell, someone suddenly heard a burst of breaks and broken sounds coming from outside the hall!

The windows of the Chamber of the Chamber were broken and the gates were shattered and collapsed by huge forces. A large branch and vines broke all the doors and windows and slammed into the hall.

The plants that rushed into the hall rolled over the ground, and the sound of the cymbal twisted and distorted, and the people stood up: it was a tree with a height of more than two meters, and the tree that Druid summoned under normal circumstances. People are completely different: their branches and leaves are twisted and rotted, and the body surface has cracked countless passages. The poisonous juice flows out of the crack and gives off a pungent smell.

As the world knows: When the Druids of the eternal life have turned away from the faith of life and nature, the power of "life" has disappeared from their spells.

These tree people began to attack the Gao Wen line.

"Their core is in the black rot of the group!" Pitman quickly threw out a few magic seeds and shouted, "Don't be splashed by venom!"

When the magic seeds landed on the ground, they gave off a green brilliance, and then quickly rooted under the druid spells, growing into tough vines or stinging thorns to bind those who came from all directions.

Gao Wen couldn't help but glance at Pittman deeply, then took back his sight and wielded a long sword to cut off a tree man's arm.

Amber and Philip are also fighting with the rotten tree people.

In this chaotic battle, Gao Wen’s attention was always placed on the cultist who was wearing a black robe.

The black robe figure was not only really involved in the war, but he did not really participate in the war. He looked at it from a distance, and looked silent and silent - but he was not willing to do so. Shot.

Gao Wen instantly understood what was going on: this cultist knew about Gao Wen Cecil.

He knows who he is and knows how famous his "resurrection legend" is. Although he was very arrogant at the beginning, he obviously has a vain one--it is not really afraid to take a shot.

But he also commanded the tree to fight, and did not leave the emperor, which shows that he mostly guessed the situation that "Gaowen Cecil was in a period of weakness after the resurrection!"

He is observing, and in determining the specific strength of his "legendary" resurrection, he is undoubtedly taking risks - and this place is definitely worthy of his risk.

Gao Wen’s thoughts are so fast, he has already thought of a lot of things in the short time of two or three swords, although he still does not know how the cult believes his intelligence, and understands or speculates. How much, I don’t know what this cultist wants to get here, but this does not prevent him from setting a trap to resolve the other party as soon as possible.

Between the considerations of the electric stone fire, he stabbed the magic core of a tree man, but when he pulled the sword out, he deliberately let his hand shake, and it seemed as if the strength suddenly interrupted.