Chapter 3 The Battle in the Castle

"Really?"

Phyllis's voice appeared lightly behind the old man. Then he chopped the old man's neck with his right hand decisively. Although he had never seen a monster like a corpse ghost, living with vampires and his name had such a strong feature of a dead creature. It was most likely that he was this kind of monster, so breaking his neck should be very useful.

"You are stronger than I thought, but I am stronger!"

The old man easily caught Phyllis's strike with his left hand, and then his face was punched hard.

Phyllis shook his hand slightly and pulled his right hand out of the old man's hand.

"Guess what. I main attack with my left hand!"

"You damn it! I've decided to let the count drain your blood and transform you into a vampire!"

The old man wiped the bloodstains on his face awkwardly and then rushed to Phyllis.

"That's it?"

Phyllis dodged the old man easily and kicked him away with his right leg hitting hard on his waist. Then he threw the furniture at him when he was flying in the air.

For a moment, the room was filled with smoke and dust, with a banging sound.

After suppressing the ghost in the room for a while, Phyllis broke through the window and ran away.

"That was dangerous." In an unknown house, Phyllis took a deep breath and then sat at a small corner cross-legged to restore the few remaining fighting spirits.

Although Phyllis didn't use any skill of fighting spirit in the short fight just now, the high intensity of his body consumed the real fighting spirit. If the old man came to his senses to fight back against Phyllis, he might be defeated, and even if he killed the old man by luck, there might be other monsters, so he'd better leave.

During Phyllis's rest, he heard the sound of horses running several times, but they didn't intend to come in and search, which made him relieved.

If those cavalrymen were as strong as the old guy that could fight against him with bare hands, then he had no choice but to run away.

'Boom!'

In the middle of the night, Phyllis hid in his room and looked at the explosion in the castle in the distance.

He had planned to leave until the owner of the house came back, but he didn't expect that the cavalrymen didn't find him and took the farmworkers to the castle, so he had been resting in the house all the time.

"It seems that I still have to go to the castle."

Hearing the continuous explosions in the distance, Phyllis exhaled a vicious breath and got up to go out.

When he woke up, it was in the morning, and now it was late at night. During this period, he wanted to arouse his hatred towards the old man countless times, but he had not been able to activate the system.

"Maybe the name is also a part of the system's wishes. Otherwise, it doesn't make sense that a nobody like Sophoron can be regarded as an enemy, but the corpse ghost who is on par with him doesn't the count."

It was dark all the way. Phyllis carefully dodged the unusual sight of the farmers on the road and came to the bottom of the castle.

It took more than 10 minutes from the small house to the castle, but the sound of fighting in the castle did not disappear, but was not as loud as before.

Several dead bodies in armors were lying at the gate of the castle, and beside them were several broken crossbows.

"Burn marks? Is it the mage that the ghost mentioned before attacking the castle? But what about the sword wounds on the bodies of these cavalrymen? The high-level fighting spirit with element power?"

Phyllis first took out two swords from the dead bodies of the cavalrymen and tied the swords to his waist with the fragments of their clothes. Then he carefully observed the traces of destruction around.

"It seems that the attacker has a great advantage. The count has at least deployed dozens of people here, but they withdrew after leaving a few corpses. The attacker may have followed them in."

Phyllis looked at the messy footsteps on the ground and concluded. Then he strode inside.

If Phyllis could only fight one ghost with bare hands for a short time, then Phyllis with a sword could at least deal with five ghosts at the same time, and the weapon in his hand encouraged his momentum and courage.

Along the way, there were broken instruments and scattered corpses everywhere. The defending party was at a great disadvantage in this battle, so they had to retreat while fighting.

The spiral of the castle was not long, so Phyllis easily reached the entrance of the battlefield.

He carefully observed the situation in the hall and saw a lady dressed in armor holding a sharp sword dancing in the hall. She moved around like a gust of wind, easily avoiding the attacks of the armed walking cavalrymen. Then she used the sword in her hand to repeatedly and quickly attack the same part of the cavalryman's neck, and finally cut the cavalryman's armor and cut off his head.

At the end of the hall, an elegant nobleman in a black robe was holding a cup of blood-red drink and staring at the woman's battle with great interest. The old man who had attacked Phyllis was respectfully serving him aside.

"Her combat effectiveness should be matched to that of the medium-level warrior. If she applies the fire nature at the gate to attack, she will be able to reach a higher level."

Phyllis said to the woman in the middle of the hall.

The woman stopped dancing a few minutes later because she had killed the few remaining cavalrymen in the hall on her own and there was no enemy for the time being.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

At the end of the hall, the man slowly clapped his hands and said in a chanting tone.

"Amazing! I didn't expect to see an artistic dance after being trapped here for so long. How wonderful the combination of the neat killing and graceful dance!"

Speaking of this, the man drank up the drink in his hand and threw the cup to the woman:

"I can't wait to drink your blood. I swear I will treat your corpse as my best collection!"

The man bared his ugly fangs turned into a red wind and rushed to the woman.

The woman turned around unhurriedly to dodge the man's attack, and then just at the moment as the man transformed from the red wind into a man, she easily stabbed the man's body with a sword accurately.

The man didn't care about the wounds on his body at all. He directly applied the blood-red energy to his fingernails and grabbed at the woman.

Phyllis had no desire to notice the two persons, he quietly went deep from the side of the hall. He wanted to catch the old man to ask him his name and then tried to trigger the system.