The lord is red again

The ghost thrown into the well was struggling. The pain and struggle from the soul did not need any medium to transmit. The soul naturally resonated.

"My Lord?" Reed looked at the scenes below and frowned unconsciously.

As a living person, anyone who still sees this scene will have an uncontrollable instinctive disgust.

The scene was not so scary, but the instinct of the soul was resisting the very uncomfortable distortion and fusion.

Three more ghosts were forced to jump into the well, but this time the effect was not very good. The struggling and twisted ghosts did not jump out again. There were only bubbling and exploding sounds, and finally the well was completely calm.

A failure seemed to have angered something here. The whistling and sobbing wind sound appeared again, and a ghost ran away out of control.

Linde and the others finally understood why the annoying wind would come out after a while, and why ghosts ran out. It turned out that they were not actively attacking, but they were fleeing.

Fortunately, they were not fleeing in this direction, otherwise, with the out-of-control ghosts' desire for living lives, they would definitely pounce on the two.

"My lord, we should retreat." Reed resisted the nausea from his soul and didn't look at the well.

The sobbing in the wind had stopped, and ghosts continued to be driven into the well.

"You know, I won't retreat," Lind said, "Have you forgotten why we came here in the first place?"

Reed felt his body aching from the long battle and raised his sword, "My lord, I don't think it's a good idea to rush in directly."

"You stay here," Lind smiled slightly, "and then listen to my orders as bait."

The figure of the lord disappeared in Reed's eyes.

In the eyes of the Secret Pattern Envoy, the function of Secret Pattern Weapon Making far exceeds that of the Assassin, but it does not mean that Lind cannot learn to use this ability. As long as the methods and steps are given, he can learn all the abilities at a glance, and he even does better than the Undead and Miram, and can achieve true "stealth", even suppressing the sound to the lowest level.

Lind was not very confident in sneaking among the ghosts who didn't care about the sound at all and only cared about the breath of the living. However, he could also use the stealth logic of the undead, that is: if the stealth succeeded, it would be the best. If the stealth failed, then kill everyone who saw him.

The stealth effect was very good. Lind calmly bypassed the ghosts one by one. He wanted to find the owner hiding in the tomb, the mastermind who tried to merge the souls to create some terrible things.

With another failed fusion, the whimpering wind sounded again, and Lind instantly caught the direction of the wind.

This was a small tomb, with a golden coffin placed askew, and inside there was a skinny figure with four arms. It had no lower body, as if it had merged with the golden coffin.

The four arms did not seem to come from the same person, and even the fingers grew messily.

A ghost monster that was forcibly pieced together.

Lind rushed up with the Banshee Horn in hand. The cold and dark tomb was filled with high temperature at the moment of the attack. The stuffy tomb suddenly became bright with fire, as if the power had been accumulated to the peak, and then it urgently found an outlet to vent, squeezed out of the narrow door in the tomb that could only be passed by one person, and sprayed out waves of fire.

In the explosion of fire, Lind went straight to the figure in the coffin. The opponent was not too strong, but the disgust from the soul made him very resistant to the opponent.

The horn like a small hammer hit the head of the four-handed ghost. The flame just now seemed to have played a little role. When the ghost's head was knocked crooked, half of its head still had traces of slight melting, and the ghost's eyeballs in the eye sockets fell.

The whistling sound in the wind came out again.

Reed, who was hiding outside, saw the eruption of fire and heard the sound of the wind. Finding that the ghosts seemed to be attracted by the sound, he gritted his teeth and stood up: "Hey, look here! Dad is here!"

Reed, who was shouting with his long sword raised high, looked like he was imitating a hero in history, but looking at his gritting teeth and trembling, he didn't look heroic at all.

Especially when hundreds of ghosts looked at him in unison, Reed had a cramp under the green light.

As a bait, Reed was successful. The ghosts completely lost control after discovering the living people, including the knight ghosts wearing armor and carrying swords.

It was the most primitive pursuit filled with frenzy.

Facing the first ghost rushing in front of him, Reed reacted quickly and raised his sword to cut off its head. Then, without caring whether the ghost was dead or alive, he turned around and ran to the back.

But ghosts don't need legs to run. Their pursuit speed is much faster than Reed's running on his legs.

Reed was dragged and had to turn around and fight back again and again.

The sword split the first one, but immediately two more hugged his body, and the piercing coldness hit him, making his body stiff. This feeling reminded him of Lance's ice bow that always emitted cold air.

He rolled on the ground. The buildings in the tomb seemed to have some rules. The ghosts could not pass through the walls, nor could they ignore the impact of the ground. This allowed Reed to barely escape and killed two ghosts with his lifelong combat experience.

Three more rushed over...

The ghosts squeezed into the tomb passage together. Hundreds of ghosts were densely packed in the narrow passage, like a blue wave.

Lind pressed his knees on the chest of the four-handed ghost, and kept swinging the horn in his hand. The ghost in front of him was at most at the level of an upper wizard, and could not move.

A wizard trapped in place and unable to move.

He had never encountered such an easy target.

The head became broken under the continuous hammering of the horn, and finally exploded completely.

After losing the head, the ghost wizard's body was still able to move. The four arms waved randomly in the air, trying to tear Lind's body into pieces, but it could only bring a trace of trembling and coldness from the soul.

Since smashing the head is useless, smash the whole ghost.

Lind also heard the movement outside. He accelerated his hammering hand and no longer had the mood to play and study.

Not treating his own life as a joke is Lind's bottom line.

Finally, he successfully defeated the four-handed ghost wizard. When he walked out of the tomb, he saw Reed trapped in the ghost's defense. His face was ashen and his armor was scratched and severely damaged.

Lind rushed forward quickly and squeezed in front of Reed with his own strength to protect him.

"Go over there!" He pulled Reed up: "Can you still move?"

The horn's deterrent power was not low, but when those armored ghost knights came up with swords, Lind still encountered some trouble.

The weapon was too short, and it was a bit troublesome to face the opponent's big slashes, and there were ghosts that kept coming in, and Lind's attack was blocked many times.

"No problem!" Reed held on, and he took out another bottle of sword oil and applied it to the mottled and deformed sword.

The ordinary sword was constantly re-forged in the "Clory's Fury", and the sword became more and more fragile.

Weapons are consumables for them.

The two fought side by side, with Lind leading the way.

Struggling to resist the heavily surrounded ghost monsters, until they came to the well.

The well has an unspeakable deterrent power to ghosts.

"They dare not come! Hahaha!" Reed laughed while sitting next to the well.

The siege suddenly decreased, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the sword-wielding ghost knights could ignore and continue to move forward. Without harassment and numerical advantage, the ghost knights were really no threat to Lind.

One-on-one sword fighting was Lind's forte. He quickly lowered his body to close the distance. When a short weapon faced a long handle, there was no other way but to attack.

The "hammer" hit the ghost knight's chest, and the sudden collision knocked a hole in his armor. The second hit that followed successfully smashed his body.

When Lind dealt with all the ghost knights, the ghosts were no longer visible at the scene, and hundreds of other ghosts had fled away.

"That's it," Lind looked at the well beside him.

It was emitting a faint blue light, and there seemed to be something inside.

It was unwise to go in directly. Lind didn't want to merge with something and become some kind of ghost monster. He couldn't stand his body and soul becoming sticky.

"Sir?" Reed saw Lind's hesitation, "Is there something in there?"

"I know someone who can help take it out."

The [Banshee Horn] tied with a chain was put into the surface of the well by Lind in a fishing way, just touching it.

Splash~!

The figure of the female ghost Selina appeared in the well.

She was a little confused at first, and then very surprised: "I can feel my soul boiling."

Soul boiling?

Lind always thought that this well was something very vicious. It was definitely not kind to force the soul to merge into a new thing.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" he asked.

"No, of course not!" Selina rolled in the water: "Very comfortable, I feel the favor of magic!"

Lind frowned, bent down in front of the well and stretched out his hand, gently touching the water surface. The moment his fingertips touched the water, he felt a clear force pouring into his body.

But unlike what Selina said, he did not feel his soul boiling, but his flesh and blood boiling, and the four emblems on his chest seemed to become a little excited, and the speed of operation was much faster.

His body was suddenly in a strange state of enhancement.

Even his understanding of power seemed to be improved for a moment.

This feeling was like - evolution!

Linde retracted his hand: "What's inside?"

"Wait!"

Selina dived into the depths of the well, and after a while she came out with a crystal clear fragment.

Although it was less than one-fifth the size of the little finger nail, like a grain of rice, it bloomed with a dazzling brilliance that attracted Linde and the others' eyes.

There is absolutely no better thing in the world than it.

"What is this?"

"My memory seems to have recovered a little bit," Selina said, "This should be a fragment of the magic ring."