Chapter 116

He rushed into Snowhoof City, and there was silence around him, and no one could be seen on the street.

Enzo frowned and kicked open the door of the shop on the side.

"This is..." When Enzo broke into the shop, Enzo's pupils suddenly shrank, and there were two stiff corpses lying quietly on the ground. It seemed that they were dressed as two civilians. They had already lost their vitality, but there was no trace of injuries on their bodies.

"Same as the death in Giethoorn!"

Enzo looked terrified, and quickly ordered Dias to inspect the surrounding houses. As a result, just like this shop, the owner inside had quietly died, as if his soul had been taken away.

Along the street, Enzo went straight to Snowshoe Castle.

"It's the same here! It seems that Orlandon has already begun to act." A dignified look floated on Enzo's face. In Snowhoof Castle, sleeping corpses were everywhere, and there were even a few nobles he had seen.

"Chip, scan for energy fluctuations around!" Enzo commanded in his heart.

"Ding! Testing...no energy fluctuations were found."

The mechanical voice sounded in his mind, and Enzo's heart sank. He raised his head, moved forward and solemnly said, "Orlandon has left Snowhoof City, so I must have gone to Giethoorn!"

"Dias, let's go." No longer hesitating in his heart, Enzo went straight to Giethoorn.

Half an hour later, a dark Giethoorn appeared in front of him.

The dark breath continues to spread, and the negative energy factors in the air are almost visible to the naked eye. Although they have not yet entered Giethoorn, both Enzo and Dias can feel the evil power ahead.

hiss! Hiss! !

As soon as he stepped into the gate of Giethoorn, Enzo felt a cold breath coming from around. In the darkness, a pair of red eyes appeared, and a stiff body surrounded him.

"It's a ghoul!" Dias drew the knight sword and held it in both hands.

When the surrounding ghouls found the two, they immediately rushed forward. The rancid smell was disgusting. Dias released his fighting spirit, and the knight's sword ignited flames, and the battle started directly.

Enzo looked solemn and walked straight to the tower.

Beside him, Dias violently brandished the sword of the knight, beheading the attacking ghouls one by one, but in the entire Giethoorn Village, there were too many ghouls, and soon there were hundreds of ghouls around Ahead.

The tower in front of them was still a hundred meters away.

"Dias, use all your power!" Enzo said solemnly as he watched the ghouls that kept coming up.

"Yes, Master." Dias took a deep breath and took a red potion from his arms, then roughly crushed the test tube and drank the liquid inside.

"Roar!" He let out a wild roar.

The red potion melted into his blood, Dias' eyes rose with scarlet redness, his skin became hot, a violent aura poured out from his body, and the flames on the knight's sword in his hand burned.

The muscles bulged, the feet exerted force, Dias rushed forward.

The power of the magic knight is truly released under the action of the potion. At this moment, Dias is in a violent state, and his combat power is almost comparable to some weak third-level wizard apprentices.

The burning fighting spirit was fierce, killing more than ten ghouls instantly!

With his own power, Dias tore apart the ghoul group and opened a path in front of him. Enzo was expressionless and walked directly to the tower, breaking the brass lock with a punch.

The slight magic wave dissipated, and the gate of the tower opened, revealing the dark passage in front.

Behind him, Dias had dragged a group of ghouls, Enzo walked straight into the tower, followed the stairs that continued to extend upward, and walked up quickly.

The evil breath kept coming, and there were strange noises above the tower.

Walking up to the top of the tower in one breath, Enzo kicked open the door in front of him.

What you can see is a space filled with black mist, exuding a cold atmosphere, and scarlet blood on the ground spreads across the entire space, forming a huge strange pattern.

In the center of the space, a figure in a white robe stood with his back to the door.

Beside him, there was a half-person-height mirror in which a figure appeared faintly, wearing a black dress and pure white gloves, with an elegant temperament like an ancient nobleman.

Hearing the sound from the gate, the figure in the white robe slowly turned around.

"Enzo? I didn't expect you to come." Orlandon was a little surprised and shook his head regretfully. "You shouldn't have come. Pretend you don't know anything. How nice it is to go back to the college like this!"

In the mirror, the man in the dress opened his palm and said with some regret: "My dear friend, it seems that the transaction between us has been discovered."

"It's just a second-level apprentice, don't care." Orlandon looked indifferent, his eyes firm said, "No one can stop my plan, not even a formal wizard!"

"Orlandon, how dare you make a deal with the devil?" Enzo narrowed his eyes, and a trace of jealousy appeared on his face.

The elegant man in the mirror exudes a strong evil aura. The pure black eyes obviously do not belong to human beings, but a demon from the depths of hell.

"It seems that you did everything that happened in Giethoorn and Snowhoof City!" Enzo looked solemn.

"You mean those ant-like mortals?" Orlandon said blankly and indifferently. "It is the only supreme glory in their lives to give their souls to the great Oranton wizards!"

While talking, Orlandon opened his arms slightly, and both palms were filled with silver light.

Enzo's pupils shrank, and from the two beams of light, he felt an extremely pure energy, as if the souls of countless lives were gathered together.

"With the souls of all life in Snowhoof City, I can finally become a real wizard!"

A trace of enthusiasm appeared in Orlandon's eyes, and the two groups of soul energy also shone with a strong silver light.

"No one can stop me, no one can!" Orlandon said, raising his icy eyes to Enzo. The magic in his body was shaking, and in the dark space, countless undead appeared from the black fog.

"Kill him!" Orlandon said coldly.

Countless undead screamed, Enzo's eyes shone, and he immediately retreated behind his feet, waved and released a shadow spear, piercing the undead rushing forward.

"Holy Light!" With a low growl, Enzo raised his palm.

The sacred brilliance erupted from the ring of holy light, and the silver-white energy dispelled the surrounding darkness. The undead that struck each other, like melting snow mountains, gave out a scream.

"The Ring of Holy Light? So you took it away." A hint of surprise appeared on Orlandon's face, and he sneered, "It seems that you have noticed everything a long time ago, but you just pretended not to know anything."

Enzo didn't speak, his eyes were serious.

The light emitted by the Ring of Light caused the surrounding undead to disperse like a tide.

The true power of demonized items can only be exerted by wizards who master the magic power. The power of this ring of holy light in Enzo's hands is completely different from that of Irenfu's hands.