All the noise and illusions disappeared in an instant. Before Gao Wen could react, what was going on, he had returned to normal before he could see him.

The corridor of the Leslie family castle extends in front of you. The ground is covered with dark red carpets. Portraits of Viscount Andrew's ancestors are hung on both sides of the walls. Between the portraits are inlaid with energy-charged magic crystals. These crystals are emitting a constant light, but as if something is interfering with the transmission of light. Although the crystals look bright, they are extremely dim in a slightly farther place.

Gao Wen subconsciously looked back, but saw that the Knight Philip and others behind him were just stepping across the gate. Their actions were naturally not abnormal - it seemed that he was the only one who was affected, and the illusions just now lasted for only a moment, and no one noticed them.

"What's wrong?" Amber asked in a low voice when she noticed Gao Wen's expression changed.

Gawain answered while being alert: "I seemed to have encountered an illusion just now, but it only lasted for a moment."

"There is indeed a magical power that has dissipated, and it is mostly a breath left by cultists. After contacting a higher-level powerhouse like you, it collapses on its own," Pittman analyzed in a low voice, "We must be careful, there may be magic traps here."

Gao Wen frowned: "Can you sense the approximate location of the cultist?"

"He is cautious, or he is just weird," Pittman shook his head. "I can feel the twisted druid magic residue everywhere here, but none of the breath is 'active'..."

Knight Philip held the sword tightly and put the hilt on his chest briefly chanted the name of Knight and the warrior god Kyle. He used his divine-like power in this way, and then looked to the end of the corridor: "The breath gathered over there."

That is the direction of the Lord's Chamber.

Gao Wen, Amber and others exchanged glances, then Gao Wen took the lead, Druid Pittman followed behind, Philip and Amber were on both sides of the watch, and the four of them walked forward carefully along the corridor.

The portraits hanging on the walls on both sides were shining pale under the reflection of the alienated magic crystal lanterns. The ancestors of the Leslie family hung on the wall, watching the uninvited guests coldly. The white eyes were like dead fish, which made Amber shudder involuntarily.

Gao Wen just glanced at the portraits. It was just a slight alienation caused by the influence of the magical environment. It was not worth worrying at all. Besides, who hasn't hung it on the wall yet?

The door of the Lord's Council Room was also covered with a faint light. However, after approaching here, neither Pittman nor Philip could sense the clear aura of cultists. Gao Wen sensed the door and confirmed that there was no potential danger such as traps behind the door. He carefully pushed open the wooden door decorated with luxurious metal wire and carved the Leslie's family emblem.

The lord's chamber was empty, and the pillars and magic crystals on the arches were shining with chaotic light. The tables and chairs in the center of the hall were moved there, leaving only the velvet high-back chair on the first platform on the hall, which was the lord's position.

The lord of Tanzan town Viscount Andrew sat on the high-back chair, with portraits of the first ancestor of the Leslie family who was named, hanging behind him. He himself breathed hard under the gaze of his ancestors. The already tall and thin man had now been thin enough to almost shrivelle. His flesh and blood seemed to shrink, and his skin was tightly pressed against the bones, like a pale and shriveled dead man. He leaned on the back of the chair, his head shaking on his shoulders, his eyes staring at the roof without any focus, breathing hard, and murmured something.

The magic crystals located on both sides of the seat emitted a white glow, pulling Andrew's shadow long and projecting it vaguely on the ground.

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

Gao Wen held the sword of the Blazers tightly and walked into the hall with Philip and Pittman. The group of three came to Viscount Andrew while alerting the surroundings. However, the Viscount seemed to have not realized the approach of the three. He just stared at the vault blankly, making a chaotic sound in his mouth.

"His mind is trapped," Pittman judged immediately, "but not serious - I will lift his curse, but the cultists will probably be alarmed and ready."

Gao Wen nodded slightly: "Go to do it."

Pittman then placed his hand on Viscount Andrew's forehead, and took out a small bottle from his arms with his other hand. He bit off the cork at the mouth of the bottle, and then dripped a few drops of liquid from the bottle on Viscount's head.

A strange and strong fragrance of flowers emanated from those drops of liquid, and accompanied by the activation of the druid spell, it produced a strong exorcism and soul-suppressing effect. The evil magic that bound Viscount Andrew's mind was affected and began to loosen bit by bit.

Suddenly, Viscount Andrew's eyelids flipped, he recovered from the chaos and looked at Gao Wen standing in front of him. His eyes instantly widened, and a hoarse and terrifying voice came from his throat: "He is in my shadow!"

Almost as the Viscount finished his speech, the shadow cast on the ground had begun to twist, the magic crystal stone behind the seat shattered, and the shadow on the ground suddenly grew. A dark figure rushed out from it and took Gao Wen's face.

But Gao Wen seemed to have expected it, and he had already made a jumping posture before Viscount Andrew made a warning. Before the shadow could rush out, he had already pulled Pittman off the platform, and Knight Philip followed closely behind.

The shadow pounced in an instant, and before he could reorganize his posture, the shadow on the ground twisted again, and a foot in short leather boots flew out of it and kicked the figure in the back: "I'm in your shadow!"

The figure was suddenly kicked out of the shadow form and fell from the platform in a mess, but it suddenly disintegrated into drifting smoke and dust in the air, and was swept by a gust of wind to the other end of the hall, reunited into an unknown entity in a black robe.

Amber jumped out of the shadow completely and rushed behind Gao Wen.

Gao Wen looked at the figure in black robe with a smile: "If a magic profession doesn't hide in the dark and throws spherical lightning, he insists on running out to assassinate a knight in plate armor. Will everything die in the end be like your fresh style?"

The man in black who failed to attack couldn't control his shock: "You are not affected by the sound of the truth?"

"Real Voice? Are you talking about the magic you left on the door? The first person you will hear the noise in your head when you push the door in?" Gao Wen asked curiously, "Ah, I did hear it--it's a pity that I just wanted to talk to it for a few words, but the sound disappeared. Could it be that I would just say it crazy?"

The black-robed figure heard Gao Wen's words as if he was in great anger. His hood shaking, and a vicious curse came from the shadow: "You should not be left in the world who violated the iron law of all things to die, and return to the world from the kingdom of the dead!"

And as he finished speaking, everyone present suddenly heard a dense crack, and the sound of breaking came from outside the hall!

The windows of the conference hall were crackling and crackling, and the doors everywhere were shattered by huge forces and flew away. Thick branches and vines broke through all the doors and windows, and rushed into the hall.

The plants rushing into the hall rolled on the ground, twisted and deformed with the squeaking sound, and the people stood up: they were tree people with heights of more than two meters, and they were completely different from the tree people summoned by the druid under normal circumstances: their branches and leaves were twisted and rotten, and countless holes were cracked on the surface of their bodies, and poisonous juice flowed out of the cracks, emitting a pungent stench.

As is known to the world: when the druids who died and abandoned their faith in life and nature, the power of "life" disappeared from their spells.

These tree men began to launch a fierce attack on Gao Wen and his party.

"Their core is in that black rotten leaf!" Pittman quickly threw out a few magic seeds, and shouted loudly, "Don't be splashed into the eyes by venom!"

The magic seeds emit a green light when they fall to the ground, and then quickly take root under the birth of the druid spell, growing into tough vines or thorny thorns to bind those tree people coming from all directions.

Gao Wen couldn't help but look at Pitman deeply, then retracted his gaze and waved his long sword to cut off a tree man's arm.

Amber and Philip are also fighting with the rotten treemen.

But in this chaotic and fierce battle situation, Gao Wen's attention was always on the cultist in black robe.

The black-robed figure has not really participated in the battle except for putting the tree man whom he had probably prepared long ago. He just watched from a distance, looking silent and dark - but he has been reluctant to take action.

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

He knew who he was and how famous his "resurrection legend" was. Although he was arrogant at the beginning, he obviously made a false move - he was reluctant to take action, so he probably really didn't dare to take action.

But he commanded the tree man to fight and did not leave in a hurry, which shows that he probably guessed the situation that "Gaven Cecil was in a weak period after his resurrection"!

He was observing how much power he had after his "legend" was resurrected, and he was undoubtedly taking risks - and there was definitely something worth taking this place.

Gao Wen thought quickly. He had already thought of many things in just two or three swords. Although he didn't know how this cult had learned his information through, and how much he had learned or inferred, and didn't know what the cult wanted here, this did not prevent him from setting a trap to solve the other party as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!