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Chapter 391 Cursed Tomb
The castle is ancient, built during the Dark Ages, located in the central region, nestled among towering mountains.

Climbing over rocky hills and dense forests, traversing steep mountain walls.

This journey was fraught with difficulties, the roads were rugged and treacherous, and dangers lurked everywhere.

The lynx appears and disappears elusively, choosing its prey in the shadows. Bandits have no scruples, skilled in murder and robbery.

But all the hard work paid off.

Upon entering Silvermoon Ridge, one will see the majestic castle standing atop the mountain. It is steep and precipitous like a cliff, with the slanting sun casting its cold, dark silhouette upon the building.

“Lord Grin, look, that’s Silvermoon Castle!” Lysa, who was speaking, was actually more tired than before, her face haggard from days of travel.

When she saw the castle on the ridge, she was overjoyed, her dejection vanished, and her eyes shone brightly.

"The prophet said that it was a dark building, where every stone was carefully carved, mixed with secret ingredients, and inscribed with spells. It was built into a whole to make it strong and radiant, and to draw in the moonlight from the sky for protection. Every night, those stones would emit a hazy moonlight to ward off the darkness."

Lysa knew all about it.

It was said to be a true magical castle, similar to the Moon City of Azure Moon. But its mystical power has been worn away by time, leaving almost nothing.

The former Lord of Silvermoon ruled over countless lands surrounding Silvermoon Ridge.

As the bright moon rises, its light illuminates the land where the Silver Moon Knights once roamed.

Until they encountered the conquerors' Black Iron Guard.

The Silvermoon Lords, intimidated by the conquerors, willingly submitted.

The Silver Moon Knight has met its nemesis and can no longer radiate its bright light.

From then on, the chaotic land lost an independent lord and gained a conqueror's vassal.

Decades after the conquerors' expedition to the Dark Sea, the new Lord of the Silver Moon married the Moon Witch at that sensitive moment. From then on, the land was torn apart, trampled by many nobles, all the people were enslaved, and the land and property were divided up.

But no one has ever dared to touch the core area of ​​Silvermoon Ridge—Silvermoon Castle.

In legend, Silvermoon Castle is a fortress against darkness, and the Silvermoon Knights are guardians of the darkness. The bright moonlight contains the power of purification and healing, and the castle appears dreamlike in the night, bringing peace and tranquility to the people living below the mountains.

Everything changed after the last Lord of Silvermoon and his lover fell asleep in the deepest crypt of the castle.

The bright white turned deathly pale;

Purification turned into a curse;
Healing turns into darkness;

The dreamlike vision turned into a hysterical, mournful wail.

To people's horror, it had been transformed into a veritable cursed castle.

Green saw it from afar and thought he could get there quickly, but he soon realized the saying "looking at a mountain makes you run to your death."

He and Lysa were attacked by bandits three times during this process, and although they managed to evade them each time, they were still filled with fear.

The most dangerous incident occurred when Lysa was struck in the right arm by a stray arrow, which pierced through and drew blood. He broke the arrowhead, pulled out the broken arrow, and bandaged her wound using witch's powder and the medical techniques taught to him by Roman.

Green was a peak Tier 3 knight. Roman changed his class, which greatly altered his talent, making him more powerful and vigilant.

However, the bandits in the mountains are elusive and once they launch an attack, they will inevitably come from multiple directions. Even with the fiercest counterattack, it is impossible to kill many of them.

“They are the remnants of the Silvermoon.” Lysa’s arm was throbbing with pain, and her face was bloodless. She had to look away and stare at the corpses of the bandits. “My ancestor died surrounded, but not all of his people surrendered. Some fled into the mountains and are still resisting the new rulers.”

"Looks like they're not doing too well." Green also saw the crescent moon painted in white, but the tattered leather jacket smelled musty, which made him dislike it.

He asked, "If you help them improve their lives, will they accept you as their heir?"

"Compared to me, a descendant of the Silver Moon, they probably want the horse I'm riding even more." The bandits who came rushing in were after that, but a third-tier knight in plain clothes could take on ten professional soldiers with his bare hands.

“They have degenerated into savages who don’t know what’s good for them,” Green commented.

From Roman's perspective, these people should all be killed because their nature is hard to change and the cost of taming them is too high.

The road to Silvermoon Castle is not easy, but compared to the risk of exposing one's identity and whereabouts and being hunted down by knights in the noble's fiefdom, this road is still within the tolerance range.

The witch said, "But they are not oblivious to our own mortality. The closer we get to the castle, the further away they are from us."

Green looked up at the castle standing at the end of the road. Only a dim afterglow remained on the horizon. They had traveled all day, and the castle was getting closer and closer, but as the sun disappeared, the once solid and sturdy castle seemed to transform into a strangely terrifying demonic claw.

An invisible threat gripped his heart!

"Let's go," he said, forcing himself to speak.

If he could, he really didn't want to enter the evil castle at night, where the cursed power was strongest at midnight.

But he had no choice, because Lysa's bloodline power was at its strongest at that moment.

The survivors who had been secretly following them all stopped, staring in fear in the direction they were heading, their faces filled with horrified expressions. They muttered a few words to each other and then quietly retreated.

……

The bright moon rises in the east, illuminating the mountains and vegetation.

Bathed in moonlight, Silvermoon Castle sits atop a mountain, making it extremely difficult to attack. It can only be besieged. A group of nobles only managed to break in at the last moment, attempting to plunder the most precious treasures, but they never came out again.

It used to be the Bright Castle, which underwent several expansions during the Dark Ages. Its towers alone were equivalent to almost half of the Plenty Castle. But now it is completely different—the stone walls are cracked and faded, making it quite terrifying. The moonlight shines on it, making it look pale and desolate, conveying a sense of unease and creating a terrifying atmosphere.

Those towers were not like ordinary towers, tall and straight; they were full of strange and deformed shapes, rough and uneven, cracked and unbalanced.

The night wind blows, and the lingering spirits howl like fierce ghosts.

The interior is even worse; having been abandoned for many years, decay and deterioration are inevitable.

The interplay of light and shadow, the still, lifeless moonlight, and the deep, dark corners seemed to conceal something terrifying.

Those who enter the castle are cursed, their remaining lives as short as a candle. Green was no exception; he felt a strong unease, and his life instincts constantly urged him to leave this place.

The curse's influence on him grew stronger.

"Lord Green, when are you going to die?" Lysa asked softly.

Green's pupils contracted slightly. Seeing Lysa bleeding from all seven orifices and her face ashen white as a sheet, he was almost so frightened that he immediately distanced himself and drew his sword to confront her.

He was panicked, not psychologically but physiologically. He quickly pulled a small bottle of potion from his belt, drank it all, and the power spread from his stomach to his whole body. All the hallucinations disappeared, and his condition improved greatly.

"I'm fine," Green said, realizing what Lysa was talking about after regaining his senses, and secretly regretting taking on this extremely dangerous mission.

But it's no use saying anything now; the task takes priority.

This potion that dispels negative status effects doesn't last long. If you drink it again, its potency will decrease, and the backlash will be stronger. You have to hurry.

The two quickly entered through the main door and went into the central hall.

The place was littered with corpses, a chaotic scene, including the noble knights who stormed the castle and the later tomb raiders.

But no one escaped the Moon Witch's curse; they all died on the spot.

Lysa is familiar with the terrain here; she must have looked at a map.

They walked through the corridor to the entrance of the burial pit, where the steps descended one after another, and below, it was pitch black.

Lysa entered first, casting a moon spell with her left hand to illuminate the passageway, leading Green down. The light in the space below grew brighter and brighter until she stopped the illumination spell.

The burial pit is a forbidden area of ​​the Silver Moon. The ancestors hollowed out the mountains and dug out the underground space, where the Silver Moon lords of all generations are buried.

When Green and Lysa arrived inside, they were greatly surprised.

The stone pillars supporting the tomb space stand symmetrically.

However, standing in the stone pillar corridor were two rows of Silver Moon Knights, clad in full armor and exuding an imposing aura…

Their armor was silvery-white, with marks from being hacked, but the damage was minor. The plate armor was of extremely high quality, fitting perfectly, and even in the dark underground, it emitted a pale moonlight, filled with a chilling aura of death.

They stand here, lifelike, like decorations, or like living knights.

They guarded the passageway leading to the largest burial chamber. As far as Green's eyes could see, there were two tightly closed stone coffins, and a dead moon floating between them...

(End of this chapter)