Chapter 924 The Careless Duke, the Ghost King's Castle

In the castle of Portland I.

Seeing the strange vision on the wall, everyone fell silent.

Even the dumbest people realized that something was wrong at this time.

They retreated.

The butler could not help but walk forward and stare at the pattern emerging on the wall.

The pattern formed a bloody text, which was one of the ancient prophecies of the prophetic horse in the ancient fables of the Portland area.

When the crisis of annihilation comes.

In the basement of the ghost king's castle, the heartless duke will wake up from the underground where no one can survive.

This is a rarely circulated mythological story, and only experts and scholars who specialize in this history will understand it.

The reason why the butler knows it is because of professional needs.

The ghost king's castle refers to the castle of Portland I.

The heartless duke also refers to Portland I who founded the Principality of Portland.

Of course, in the minds of people like the butler, these two fables in the Portland area that involve a little fantasy are fictional stories with a certain purpose.

The prototype of the story of the ghost king's castle is believed to be a greedy thief who sneaked into the basement of Portland I and was executed after being caught.

As for the fable of the heartless duke, it was a way for the people to vent their dissatisfaction with the continuous exploitation of free people and the merchant class for war during his reign.

And the so-called doomsday theory... is also considered nonsense. After all, it was the Middle Ages, and the various versions of prophecy books popular at that time were the most popular at that time.

The authors wanted to change the ancient books to an apocalyptic ending. If they didn't mention one or two apocalyptic theories to end their own books, it would be like slapping the author's face, indicating that the book written by this author was not cool!

However, it was obviously a false story that was circulated among the people in ancient times to reflect the powerful.

How could it suddenly appear in the hall of Portland I's castle in a vision?

The butler couldn't help but wonder if this was a prank, but he quickly ruled out this unreliable guess.

The castle of Portland I may not be as famous as those miracle creations in the world, but it is a real place of historical interest in the Portland area. What group is brave enough to play a prank here?

Aren't they afraid that the hospitable people in the Portland area will treat them with axes?

And there are cameras everywhere, and they are directly connected to the police center of the nearest city.

If there is anything abnormal, there will definitely be no way they will not notify themselves!

And the most important thing is.

On the butler's phone, his superior, a powerful big man, after he repeated the prophecy on the wall.

He had already used a trembling tone to order him to evacuate the tourists immediately.

And told him a scary news.

The army is already on the way to the Portland I Castle!

The butler swallowed his saliva, and after hanging up the phone, he glanced around, walked to an alarm, broke the glass and pressed it.

Suddenly the alarm sounded in every corner of the Portland I Castle.

Immediately, the butler picked up a communicator and spoke through the broadcasting system:

"Attention, everyone in the castle, everyone, please pay attention."

"There is a small accident in our castle now. For everyone's safety, please leave the castle in an orderly manner from the main gate accompanied by the staff."

"We are deeply sorry for the unpleasantness of your trip and will give you a small gift and compensation."

The butler had just finished speaking for a while.

After hearing the tour guide's translation for them, the man with glasses' heart beat faster.

"Damn! It's really an abnormal incident again?"

"No, I, I must not be involved again this time, tour guide! I want to leave the castle immediately!"

The tour guide was a little surprised by the suggestion of the man with glasses. He said: "Don't worry, we can line up and leave soon."

"Did you see those security guards? They are all maintaining order. Wait a moment."

The man with glasses naturally saw the tourists who had lined up and were moving in the hallway.

At the main gate that was vaguely seen, there were security guards and travel agency people counting the team to avoid losing people.

Everyone was very fast.

It only takes one or two minutes for everyone to go out. This is undoubtedly much more efficient than crowding in the corridor.

However, the man with glasses was afraid that in such a short time, the change would happen again and he would be watched by all the major forces again.

He was just an ordinary person. Although he was a journalist by profession, God had mercy on him. He didn't even have the courage to write an article that was close to the truth.

How could he bear the attention of so many major forces?

This would kill people!

When the man with glasses thought about this.

Suddenly, the entire Portland I Castle shook.

The paintings hanging in the corridor shook, and the chandeliers made a loud noise, causing the crowd below to scream and panic.

Several female tourists who were walking down the stairs screamed and hugged the railings and dared not move.

Fortunately, this wave of shaking lasted only more than ten seconds, and then it became quiet.

Portland I Castle returned to peace.

In the hall, the butler and the tourists who had not left yet jumped their eyelids and saw that the place where the long conference table was originally placed had sunk, revealing a deep pit.

Then, a long sigh came from the pit, so cold that everyone's scalp numbed.

"Activate the first-level witchcraft array: the dead barrier!"

After drinking a bottle of strawberry-flavored mana potion, Xiao Yu hid in the branches of an old tree on the top of the mountain, feeling his every move, and chuckled to activate a witchcraft array.

Suddenly, a dark cloud as thick as ink appeared above the Portland I Castle.

This dark cloud just blocked the view of the hill where the Portland I Castle was located, causing the temperature here to begin to drop.

At the same time, with the influence of the barrier, the soul fragments of the small animals left after Xiao Yu used them were activated to form various lonely ghosts.

These lonely ghosts appeared as a group of irregular translucent green light and shadows that were mostly broken.

After they flew up with a whistle, they were accompanied by a cry like a baby.

Not to mention the people in the castle, even those who had already run out of the castle had a look of "WTF!" on their faces.

The staff no longer cared about counting the number of people. Faced with such a weird scene, they just wanted to run away.

However, what followed was the second witchcraft array activated by Xiao Yu: the slow barrier.

Those who wished they had two more legs immediately found that they began to have difficulty breathing. At the same time, it became extremely difficult for them to move their legs!

"Holy Lord... Help!"

Some believers were mentally broken and prayed secretly.

In Portland I Castle.

The man with glasses looked at the sarcophagus that slowly floated up from the broken deep pit.

But he had a constipated expression on his face.

As the sarcophagus opened with a bang, a bald middle-aged man in a gorgeous robe stood up from the sarcophagus.

Looking at this middle-aged man who was almost exactly the same as the one in the oil painting.

The corners of the man with glasses twitched, and a guess that made him want to cry emerged in his mind:

The heartless Duke, the owner of the Ghost King Castle, the former king of this place - His Excellency Portland I is damn resurrected!