Wangchuan, it exists between the world of the living and the world of the dead. It is the twilight boundary between the world of the living and the world of the dead, and the entrance to the river of forgetting.

Therefore, those ghosts who go to the underworld will drink the first water of the Forgotten River here. And this saliva is also called'Wang Chuan Shui'.

According to the rumors, as long as you drink the water of Wangchuan, you will forget everything.

For a long time there will be some Muggle explorers who are ‘really afraid of death’ who will try their best to go to Wangchuan for the legendary water of Wangchuan, which is invaluable, or for some fabricated legends.

In this process, explorers will often go through thousands of hardships. In the Muggle history of the mainland, there are also many epics left by such adventurers. And these epic experiences are enough to write legendary stories.

But for the noble wizards of the great family, it is very easy to go to Wangchuan once.

And in the famous wizarding academy recognized by the big family wizards, such as the Holy Oak, the potion materials such as Forget River Water can be purchased for a few gallons with only a few silver del-the professors often check before and after meals. At that time, it was noisy that the prices were expensive.

As for places like the ‘Devil’s Prison’, Wangchuan water is even more freely provided to the prisoners-no wonder the professors are too expensive.

The main reason why the professors feel that the price of Wangchuan water should be similar to that of mineral water is because of the existence of the psychic family.

They have a stronghold on this Wangchuan. And this stronghold is called ‘Dusk Lighthouse’.

Therefore, in addition to the cargo ships used by the psychic family to transport the'gold' from the Forgotten River every day, other wizards can also reach Wangchuan-guests only need to arrive at the agreed place, at the very evening of the sunset. , Following the guidance of the dusk lighthouse, you can arrive at Wangchuan.

——When the Queen Francis arrived at the predetermined location at dusk, the ship did not slow down or broke down, but continued to move forward.

The people on the deck saw the sea level sunset gradually setting, and only a touch of golden red remained on the distant horizon. The sky in the night was shining like a lighthouse, and a tall tower could be vaguely seen under the dim light on that day.

The tall tower that appeared suddenly is the tower of dusk, and the beautiful light that resembles the setting sun emanating from it comes from the top of the tower.

"According to the general procedure, a permit from the Ministry of Magic is required to go to Wangchuan." Miss Delphinea, the Minister of Magic, looked at the sea in the distance, and said very seriously: "The psychics violated the rules. "

Louis glanced at this guy who was still thinking about playing with humor, and then helped him with the captain's hat borrowed from Ironbeard, and continued to look at the distant sea with an ugly expression.

The same goes for the others on the deck. His face is very ugly.

Including some undead who had just been swept down from the side of the ship with magic by wizards-of course, their faces were originally ugly, and some guys had no faces at all.

Obviously, today the ‘night watchmen’ of the psychic family’s ‘violation’ turned on the lighthouse-and it seems that the lighthouse has been shining for many days.

And it flickered like ‘SOS’.

What is more obvious is that if the ship can only successfully reach Wangchuan a few kilometers away, the law enforcers of the psychic family will not throw everyone into the Styx because the captain Louis does not have a permit. ——It's not because Miss Magic or their queens are on the ship.

It's not because this ship came to support.

It was because the wide entrance of the Forgotten River seemed to be blocked by thousands of ghost ships.

As for the ‘people’ on the ghost ship, they should be the ‘ghost refugees’ mentioned by Louis.

It seems that these "poor refugees" are very anxious about escaping from the underworld. I was so anxious that I was about to capture the psychic fortress on Wangchuan.

Those undead floating under the water should have come from a distant battle.

They fell from the fortress into the river near Wangchuan, and then followed the turbulent styghe water that continuously gushed out of the forgotten river, and was washed into the sea—the countless undead, so many The ghost ship shattered by magic stretched from below Wangchuan to several nautical miles away.

Many shipwrecks even blocked the front of the Queen, like reefs, and the wizards had to use their magic wands to clear a way on the sea ahead, lest the Queen would be stranded by the damage that gradually piled up on the bow of the ship.

It seems that the conditions of this war are still very tragic.

It seems that this group of ‘refugees’ are eager to come to the world of the living.

And it seems that this group of ‘refugees’ are also very unusual-they have the courage to take advantage of the flooding of the Styx and the opening of the entrance to the world of life and death to break out of the nether ‘escape’, they are indeed very unusual.

After all, the psychic family has guarded the Styx exit for three thousand years, and each generation of monarchs also has the same status as the ‘undead monarch’ in the netherworld.

As for the guarding power of this fortress, there is no need for the magic prison, and Mr. Boll who guards here (it was the projection meeting in the magic mirror during the meeting a few days ago) is not exactly what it looks like now, he has mastered the death. In the shadow of him, when he held the Death Lantern in his hand, he already had the strength of the undead monarch.

But it seems that they won't last long.

A horrible dark purple magical light flashed from the distant fleet suddenly, and an area of ​​the psychic fortress suddenly became more ancient like it has suddenly experienced thousands of years of wind and rain. The guards in the area are in In the screaming, it gradually decayed and turned into dry bones, and the undead nearby also fell piece by piece.

But more undead are like tide water, overwhelmingly rushing towards the dusk lighthouse.

And in the deep fog above the Forgotten River in the distance, countless figures appeared-like patches of dark clouds. There are many huge figures among them. However, they did not fly out, but kept hovering in the mist, seeming to be waiting for the opportunity. Or in other words, they discovered this ship about to enter the world of the dead.

Deeper in the mist, there seemed to be a few big ships still parked, and the magic just came from a certain big ship.

Judging from the many faintly shining forces in the distant ghost fleet, this ‘refugee’ team not only has a lot of extraordinary leaders, there may also be several ‘undead monarchs’ in the world of the dead.

This ‘refugee force’ is indeed capable of damaging the world of living beings—it’s a little bolder. Of course, it may also be that the immutable wizards of the great aristocracy made them think that the strength of the living world is still at the original level.

At least the fortress of the psychic family is vulnerable to these poor refugees.

The lighthouse flickered a few more times in the evening, and Miss Alia couldn't help rubbing her eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I always felt that the robe on the lighthouse that struck the bell was about to be ripped apart by waves of undead panicked figures. Like Mr. Ball himself.

According to rumors, this elegant **** of death has the ability to challenge himself.

[However, Mr. Ball should not be in danger for the time being, because these refugees have a clear goal-they have hidden their large forces in the mist, intending to put the Queen Francisque and the fleet behind them all in. Then extinguish the lighthouse, and come to close the door and hit the dog. 】

[It seems that this is a long-planned conspiracy. Otherwise, why do these ‘poor nether refugees’ have such a coincidence today? 】

[In any case, there can only be one ‘person’ being put into the netherworld today-but unfortunately, poor Louis may not be able to know the plans in the hearts of these ‘refugees’ and the hostage. 】

Louis's eyes came back from the narration stupidly-he was not blind.

Today, no matter who they plan to let in, the number of people going in will have to be one more person like yourself.

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