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In the desolate land of the Arctic, on a snow-covered wasteland, a huge iceberg looks particularly strange under the moonlight. The surface of the iceberg is covered with a layer of light blue fluorescence. At the bottom of this iceberg, there is a huge cave entrance hidden. The cave entrance is surrounded by strange symbols, which flicker in the moonlight. Inside the cave, there are some ancient tapestries hanging, depicting some strange creatures and scenes. These creatures have different shapes, some look like dragons, some look like snakes, and some look like a mixture of humans and animals. They are lifelike on the tapestries, as if they will walk out of the painting at any time. In the center of the cave stands a strange altar. The altar is made of an unknown black stone, with a smooth surface like a mirror, reflecting a faint blue light. There are countless complex symbols and patterns carved around the altar, which flicker mysteriously under the light. At this moment, Toby kneels in front of the altar and prays devoutly.

The ceiling above the altar suddenly cracked, and a faint blue light fell from the sky, illuminating the entire hall. , I saw a huge circular hole appeared on the ceiling, and the hole was covered with strange symbols and patterns. These symbols and patterns flashed mysteriously under the light. Deep in the hole, in the endless darkness, a low and mysterious voice came, and a huge figure appeared in front of Toby. This figure was tall and vague, as if it was condensed by countless faint blue lights.

"Toby, my servant." His voice was low and full of power, as if every word contained endless majesty and mystery, "The Holy Stone is the key to completing my great plan. Time is running out, you must speed up the use of Mark and get the remaining fragments of the Holy Stone."

Toby's heart was shocked, and he felt his will and power.

"I will complete your order at all costs." Toby's voice was low and firm, as if every word contained endless loyalty and faith.

At the same time, Mark and Albert were facing the creature in front of them, looking at each other.

In front of them stood a short green creature. Its pointed ears trembled, its dark red eyes rolled around, and it pointed a simple wooden stick at Mark and Albert, mumbling something they couldn't understand.

"This is a goblin. My God, goblins were rare in our time, but we can still meet one today." Albert said in surprise.

"Albert, do you know this creature?" Mark asked curiously.

"Yes, this is a goblin. They live deep underground all year round, have high resistance, but have no fighting power, and like to hide shiny gold objects. They should have been almost extinct a long time ago."

The goblin's skin was rough, like cracked bark, covered with bumps and scars. Its bare arms and thighs were covered with sparse hair, and it looked skinny. It wore tattered straw sandals on its feet, revealing its dirty toes.

The goblin suddenly threw away the stick, let out a strange cry, and turned and ran away. It moved swiftly, like a frightened rabbit, and disappeared into the dense bushes in the blink of an eye.

"It...it ran away?" Mark was stunned for a moment, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Albert frowned, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. "There must be something wrong when things are abnormal." He whispered, "Be careful, follow it and see." The two looked at each other and immediately chased after it. They pushed aside the dense bushes and quickly chased the figure of the goblin.

The goblin ran very fast, shuttling through the dense woods, and his figure appeared and disappeared from time to time. The surrounding trees were towering into the clouds, blocking the sky and the sun. The sunlight could only shine through the gaps between the branches and leaves, making the whole forest look dark and damp. The air was filled with the smell of rotten leaves and soil, which made people feel a little suffocated.

After chasing for a distance, they came to a forest shrouded in fog. The thick fog filled the air, and the visibility was extremely low. Only the scene within a few meters around could be seen. The goblin also disappeared in the thick fog. "Damn, I lost him." Mark stopped, with a hint of annoyance in his tone. He reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked around the thick fog vigilantly.

Albert also stopped, frowning. He felt the slate in his hand slightly warm, and a strange energy was transmitted from the slate to his hand, making him feel numb.

"Maybe... we can try this." He said, raising the slate above his head and guiding the power of the slate. The runes on the slate emitted a dazzling light, which became stronger and stronger, and finally converged into a beam of light, shooting straight into the depths of the thick fog. Wherever the beam passed, the thick fog quickly dissipated like the dispelled darkness, revealing a path leading to the depths of the forest.

The path was winding, with towering trees on both sides, and vines crawling on the trunks, which looked a little gloomy.

"It seems that we have to take this road." Albert said, and took the lead to walk along the path. Mark followed closely behind, looking around vigilantly, the slate in his hand still emitting a faint fluorescence, illuminating the road ahead. They walked along the path for about an hour and came to the end of the path.

An ancient castle appeared in front of them. The castle was towering into the clouds, majestic and magnificent, with vines climbing all over the walls, exuding a gloomy atmosphere. The gate of the castle was closed and covered with rust. It seemed that no one had been here for a long time.

"A castle?" Mark said with a hint of surprise. He looked up at the towering castle, full of curiosity. Albert walked to the gate of the castle and tried to push it, but the gate did not move.

"It seems that we have to find another way to get in." He said, and began to carefully observe the surrounding environment of the castle. Albert found a gap in the wall. The gap was not big, but it was enough for one person to pass through.

"Mark, here." He pointed to the gap and said to Mark.

Mark walked over and looked at the gap. "It seems that we can only go in from here."

As he said, he climbed into the gap first.

Albert followed closely, and the two climbed into the castle carefully.

"Let's go in and take a look." Mark said. Albert nodded and followed Mark, and the two walked into the castle one after the other.

Mark jumped down the gap first, landed steadily, and raised a cloud of fine dust. The light inside the gap was dim, and the air was filled with damp and musty smells.

He looked up at Albert and stretched out his hand: "Come down, be careful." Albert held the wall with one hand and grabbed Mark's hand with the other, and jumped down with the force.

"This place... is so cold and creepy." Albert rubbed his arms and looked around. Inside the gap was a weedy courtyard, with several dead vines entangled on the broken stone pillars. A few crows flew over their heads, making shrill cries, breaking the silence of the castle.

"Be careful, there may be danger here."

He noticed that there were some dilapidated wooden barrels piled in the corner of the courtyard, covered with a thick layer of dust.

"It seems that this place has been abandoned for a long time." Mark walked to Albert's side and opened several other wooden barrels, which were also empty.

"Let's go inside the castle."

Albert followed Mark through the courtyard and came to the main building of the castle. The gate of the castle was closed, and the two heavy wooden doors were covered with iron nails, emitting a cold metallic luster. Mark tried to push the gate, but the gate remained motionless.

"It seems that the main gate cannot be entered." Mark stepped back and observed the gate carefully.

"Is there any mechanism?" Albert carefully groped along the gate, his fingers running across the door cracks and door frames. "No mechanism was found. This door seems to be locked from the inside."

He looked up at the towering city walls, "Maybe we can try to go in through the window?"

Mark followed Albert's gaze and found that a window on the second floor of the castle was half open. The window was not big, but it was big enough for one person to pass through.

"Good idea," Mark nodded, "Let's go and see if there is a place to climb up."