Chapter 134: Chapter 64 Witherbeast and Death Knight


    Mezsh watched as unknown beings surged from all directions, gradually surrounding them.


    He recognized these monsters; he had seen them in a necromancer’s diary.


    “Withervine creatures, they are withervine creatures!”


    “They are the gue that spreads dark infection. Drawing nutrients from the earth and carrying ancient evil wills wherever they go.”


    “In forests infected by withervine creatures, trees and nts will grow at a supernatural speed. Vines and various undergrowth nts will quickly cover buildings and roads. After the withervine creatures kill or drive away all the residents, an entire vige can perish within days.”


    Mezsh swung his sword and severed a thornshing out from the shadows, cursing loudly:


    “Damn it, it’s said that the first withervine creatures were nourished by vampire blood. That old vampire had long been prepared!”


    Alger tightly gripped the Everburning Greatsword and plunged it into the twisted limb of a withervine creature.


    The de ignited with fierce mes, setting the withervine creature aze in an instant, turning it to ash amidst its wails.


    Alger loudly reminded, “They ignite easily!”


    As these monsters, hidden in the darkness and concealed within the dense forest, revealed their true forms, the yers began to disy their abilities.


    Mantou gazed at the prior vine monster, his panel refreshed with new information.


    [Withervine Creature]


    Challenge Level: 1 (200xp)


    Mantou heaved a sigh of relief, followed by anger.


    “I thought it was some filthy thing, but it turned out to be a mere minion. Daring to scare your grandpa Mantou, you’ll die for this!”


    He charged forward, sword in hand.


    The monster,posed of twisted vines, trembled and voiced in fear, “It has ensnared me… don’t leave me behind…”


    “Save me…”


    Withervine creatures are the only type of witherbeasts capable of speech. They can mimic the fragmented speech of their deceased owner’s voice to mock their victims.


    However, upon seeing the monster’s health bar, Mantou felt not fear but a growing rage at being deceived.


    “Still trying to scare me?”


    “Die!”


    The long sword cleaved into the fragile vine.


    As a faint light flickered on Mantou’s Ring of mes, the scorching power of fire spread along the de to the withervine creature, igniting its arid, withered, and twisted body.


    With a grin, Mantou withdrew his sword:


    “One strike each.”


    Singounched ming arrows, sarcastically reminding from the side, “Who was scared stiff just now?”


    Summer Night Autumn Rain’s golden pupils also brimmed with anger as she slightly opened her mouth.


    [Agnasa’s Fire-Breathing Technique]


    “Boom!”


    A line of rolling mes spread out, directly incinerating over ten witherbeasts into charcoal.


    However, this was not thergest area-of-effect damage among the yers.


    The president of the Eternal Brilliance Guild and Light Priest yer Dawn Light Cherish Dance directly charged into the dark forest depths, raising his warhammer high.


    [Guiding Divine Power: Dawn’s Light]


    An endless radiance descended, centered on the priest.


    The surrounding darkness waspletely dispelled.


    The hundreds of wither beasts surging toward him were purified into fine ash without even time for a scream.


    Iron Madman, meanwhile, held a cigar in his mouth, tossing rune incendiary bombs with intention.


    “Art is explosion!”


    The continuous explosions and spreading fire reduced the witherbeasts before him to ashes.


    These witherbeasts hiding in the shadows might be able to im the lives of lostmoners and solitary adventurers, but facing bizarrely capable, explosions-loving yers, they were helpless.


    After all, the ancient evil forces had not taught them how tobat the Fourth Cmity.


    The yers hacked their way through the Death Forest and quickly reached Rackman Castle.


    The Twilight Garden behind them was now filled with thick smoke and mes, with withervine creatures burned to ruins everywhere.


    …


    The sky seemed to be covered with a thin blood veil.


    Rackman Castle appeared decrepit and deste, as if ravaged by endless time. The castle, built from ck stones, had walls riddled with cracks and moss, along with patches of stained blood.


    The spires engulfed in overcast sky exuded a chilling atmosphere. The windows were protected by iron bars and sharp spikes, giving a sense of confinement and menace.


    The shadows emanating from the castle cast the surroundingnd into darkness, instilling fear and oppression.@@novelbin@@


    Mezsh gazed mockingly at the castle and said to Alger, “Did you live in such a hellhole?”


    “No wonder you’re so twisted.”


    Alger shook his head slightly, “No, it wasn’t like this when I left.”


    He looked at the heavy castle gates, his expression solemn, “Maybe that Vampire Duke did something to turn it into this.”


    An ear-piercing screech came from above.


    Alger immediately became alert and shouted, “Attention!”


    “Everyone, this is certainly not the sound of the wind!”


    Years ofbat experience told him that the approaching enemy was not simple.


    The crowd hastily looked around but found no enemies.


    “The enemy is in the sky!”


    “Damn!”


    In the gloomy sky, a massive bone eagle soared.


    It had no feathers, only yellowed, branched wing bones trailing ghostly green mes.


    The wind blowing through those bone joints emitted an ear-piercing screech, like the wail of a ghost.


    On the bone eagle’s back was a skeleton knight d in terrifying te armor. Through its helmet, one could see the burning malicious light in the knight’s eye sockets, filled with boundless hatred for the living—it was a Death Knight!


    “Intruders!”


    “I’ll—kill you all!”


    The knight in the sky let out a hoarse voice, diving rapidly towards the ground.


    Alger stared fixedly at the Bone Eagle Knight, murmuring, “Old Wald…”


    Old Wald had been Alger’s instructor back when he was in the Northwind Eagle Guards, the man who had taught him all his skills.


    Wald Chris, known for his outstanding service to the Rackman Duchy, had achieved great feats on eagle-back, but ultimately requested to serve as an instructor for the next generation of Eagle Guards.


    Now, this loyal Old Wald had taken Alger’s ce, transformed into a Death Knight by the Duke, eternally patrolling Rackman Castle atop the bone eagle, mindlessly guarding the Duke he swore loyalty to.


    “I’ll let you rest in peace…”


    “Annoying old man.”


    Alger gripped his great sword firmly, silently vowing in his heart.