All-Professional Master of Darkness

There was a flash of light, and Lan Wu appeared among the ruins. Looking up and around, he couldn't help but gasp.

This is indeed the fortress of demons. The surrounding ruins vaguely tell the past glory of this majestic fortress. But the mottled blood stains vaguely exposed under the dust also silently told how tragic the war situation here was at that time.

Lan Wu walked to a broken wall. A withered hand was exposed under the collapsed stone wall. Although the body buried under the stone wall had dried up, you could still see that the gray hand was covered with large and small wounds.

"Huh." Lan Wu let out a long breath. Seeing this scarred hand, he could imagine what kind of attack the Demon Fortress had experienced.

"Go and look for any traces of survivors." Lan Wu patted his cheek, and then motioned to Lan Ya and the four ghosts to search around.

The Demon Fortress is no better than Rogge Camp, Lugaoin and Kurast Seaport. This is known as the frontier fortress closest to hell. Except here, the outside is simply uninhabitable. If there are any survivors, they will only be here. If no traces of human activity are found, it means that the demon fortress has been completely wiped out and there is not a single survivor.

When the four ghosts started to move, Lan Wu did not rest, and went straight to the center of the fortress that he had only seen a few times from a distance...the most well-preserved castle now.

This Gothic castle is extremely majestic and sturdy. The outer wall is full of potholes, obviously a fierce battle took place here. The huge rocks scattered around the castle clearly prove the countermeasures taken by the demon army. But it's obvious that the devil's plan didn't work. Apart from leaving countless large and small potholes on the outer wall and smashing several spiers, it failed to destroy this strong castle.

Lan Wu walked straight through the thick iron door with only the upper half left, and entered the interior of the castle. As soon as he stepped into the dark hall, a rotten smell immediately hit him. Lan Wu frowned and soon saw a pyramid made entirely of corpses.

This pyramid is extremely terrifying, almost touching the ceiling of more than 20 meters high. This pyramid occupies a full third of a hall nearly the size of four football fields at the University of Nottingham. It is roughly estimated that the bones piled here exceed at least 10,000 people.

Lan Wu looked at the pyramid that exuded a strong rancid odor, and felt as if a big stone had blocked his heart, making him unable to breathe. The great changes in the world have caused mankind to lose 99% of its population. Just listening to this number will not make you feel upset. After all, it is just a number. But the pyramid composed of more than 10,000 corpses in front of him told him vividly how much impact this great change in the world had on mankind.

The pattering of footsteps echoed in the deathly silent hall. Lan Wu silently walked around this terrifying pyramid and walked straight to the stairs behind it. He once heard Boya, the professional dad who worried about the team members, saying that Tyrell had been resting deep in the castle. The only way to find the portal to Harrogath is there.

Going down the stairs, Lan Wu quickly reached the bottom. With the help of the dim light brought by the illumination range attribute of the equipment, he saw that this place had indeed been abandoned for a long time. The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust. The torches and other lighting objects hanging on the surrounding walls are also covered with spider webs.

"Warrod, Taylor..." Lan Wu silently recited the names of these happy enemies, and then recalled the scene when he first met Warrod. If the Son of Doom hadn't resolutely lent him a new staff with the ability to resurrect skeletons, he might have died at the hands of the Sinking Demon.

Then the faces of Boya and others immediately appeared in his mind. He smiled to himself. If you think about it carefully, this dad who is worried about the team members is quite cute. The female mage Wei Na who likes to carry all her belongings with her is also lucky to have met Boya, otherwise she would have died early if she had brought so many things into battle.

Missing Boya and others, Lan Wu walked to the end of the corridor. Here stands a door engraved with simple and mysterious patterns. Seeing this intact door, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The gate was actually intact.

This means there are likely to be survivors. The entire demon fortress was destroyed by demons, and this castle was the only one left intact. The only intact thing in the castle is the door in front of you. It's entirely possible that the survivors are hiding here.

Thinking of this, Lan Wu couldn't wait to step forward and push open the door with anticipation. A crack appeared in the heavy and thick door. A faint smell of burning grease quietly drifted out from the crack in the door.

"Sure enough, there are survivors." Lan Wu was suddenly pleasantly surprised. While pushing the door open, he shouted loudly: "I am a human being. If there is someone, just squeak."

The door had just been pushed open to just enough width for an arm to reach in, when a sharp arrow suddenly shot from inside and nailed the wall on the right with a loud bang, scaring Lan Wu into a cold sweat.

If you don't choose to push open one of the door panels to ensure that a certain amount of defensive force is left, you can stand in the middle like opening the door normally. The arrow had penetrated his right eye.

"I'm a human, not a demon." Lan Wu was also a little annoyed. Although the warning had been issued, the survivors inside still launched a sneak attack. This is so ignorant.

"Bo Ya said that except for them, anyone who opens the door will be attacked..." A slightly green voice came from inside. The words suddenly stopped before he finished, leaving only a whining sound, as if someone had covered his mouth.

"Bo Ya? Boya is not alive yet?" Lan Wu was overjoyed. He didn't care about the sneak attack by the people inside, and immediately used his magic power to completely push the door open. Under the faint light, he saw the survivors inside. He was stunned for a moment.

I'm a god.

Lan Wu stared blankly at the about twenty survivors in front of him, and couldn't even believe his eyes. The oldest among these survivors looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, and the youngest even had a runny nose, so he was only five or six years old at best. At this time, there was only one word left in his heart: "Follow" in capital letters.

Being able to save so many children in a catastrophe cannot but be said to be an ability. Especially feeding so many children for four years is an admirable ability.

"Don't come here." The oldest boy stretched his bow and nocked an arrow, guarding the others vigilantly, like a tiger baring its teeth in fear of a ferocious black bear.

"Don't be nervous, I'm a human being." Lan Wu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He took out a torch and lit it to let the survivors see more clearly. Unexpectedly, these children still did not relax their vigilance. Instead, they became more nervous and hid behind the young man in fear.

"Don't come over." The young man became obviously more nervous, drew the bow string and pointed the sharp arrow at Lan Wu.

"I am the Divine Benefactor... Well, Boya should have mentioned me." Lan Wu raised his hands helplessly, trying to use other methods to make these overly frightened children accept him.

At this time, an extremely weak voice suddenly sounded in the darkness: "The Divine Grace... Lan... Lan Wu, you are the Divine Grace Lan Wu."