Under the thick defense, the most anxious leading wizard opened the door of the shrine half excitedly and half nervously after checking that there were no traps several times.

That's right, it's pulled away - because compared to the magic fluctuations that emanate all the time, this shrine is shabby and even a little pitiful, it is made of wood throughout, and it is not a good wood, and the decoration is even more rudimentary, and it is very easy to give people the feeling that the incense here will definitely not be very good when placed in the outside world.

But, leaving aside the intimidating magic on it, the mere fact that it was the only building in the area that hadn't been reduced to dust over a long period of time meant that no one in the room could afford to ignore it.

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As for what was behind the door, everyone began to speculate as they went, which was normal, because this would be the harvest of their archaeological work.

Maybe the legendary wizard became a god in the flesh, and all kinds of magic items and wands from his life were enshrined around.

It may have been a huge coffin on the throne, and thirty-six virgins were made into puppets to worship below.

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In short, it may be infinite, but there is one thing that everyone present did not expect - that is, the moment they pushed the door open, an old man with a white beard appeared - and even worse, he was alive!

That's right, the possibility that no one had considered before - digging a grave and meeting the owner of the grave.

At this time, if it is common sense, Alan and they apologize and get the master's forgiveness may be able to slightly reduce Azkaban's sentence by a few years - as for the foxes, Allen has not studied the laws of the Japanese magical world, but he can probably die peacefully when he is sentenced to death?

Of course, this kind of operation will never happen - because several people are ready for battle.

At this time, it is obviously impossible to expect the owner of the tomb to suddenly choose to forgive them, think about it, you are sleeping well in the tomb and suddenly someone breaks in, you are still a first-class wizard - what will you do?

Choosing to kill him, of course!

Considering that the other party would make such a choice, it was normal for the five intruders to directly pull out their wands - but before they could start attacking, the old man in tattered wizard robes spoke directly.

"Don't be impulsive, kids, this isn't the right place to fight!"

Unfortunately, by the time they said this, Allen's tentative attack had already arrived—the saying that strike first is true most of the time.

Each of the five powerful spells was powerful enough to send an adult wizard to Merlin, however, just as the five spells were flying in mid-air, the old man waved his arm slightly—the flying spell disappeared the moment the arm was waved, as if it had never existed at all.

"Ahem. The cough was accompanied by the sound of bellows twitching, and the old man's slightly hoarse voice continued to sound after wheezing: "Don't mess around, children, now is not the time to fight, we have more important tasks." ”

His words made Alan and the others stop their intention to continue attacking - although Alan was very curious about whether the old man could block his full attack, it was clearly not suitable for fighting anymore. After all, the other party has already expressed goodwill, and in this kind of situation where there is not much conflict between the two sides, it is the best choice to know some necessary information through this person in the tomb.

Obviously, the others thought the same way, so the two sides reached a consensus for the time being.

Since he wasn't fighting, Alan naturally began to look at this not very big shrine - in case the talk collapsed, it would be useful to fight or run.

The interior of the shrine is as badly decorated as the outside, and there is nothing to praise other than cleanliness, except for the wide heavy sword on the ground and the worthless magic items discarded on the wooden shelves.

These things are inconspicuous, but at least half of the attention of all the wizards present is on them - not only do they not emit the slightest fluctuation of magic, but they are even slightly absorbing the magic of the outside world.

Every magic item with such attributes is taken out to make people outside snatch their heads, which means that they are magic items that can be passed down forever, not things like the invisibility cloak that is now shoddy and loses its effect after a period of time.

If it weren't for the existence of the old man, I'm afraid they would have chosen to pounce on it as soon as possible.

Well, even Alan was no exception - because the system was like crazy and began to desperately mark the sword.

It's a pity that at present, this thing has an owner, and the master's strength is not weak.

He even ignored the peeking glances of several people at his treasure, and after another big gasp, he held the heavy sword that was stuck next to him and said:

"Although the matter is urgent, there is still time to take time to tell you the ins and outs, I have suppressed it for so many years, this time is nothing. ”

"You still know a lot about who I am—" His gaze scanned the crowd, and then none of the thick-skinned people felt embarrassed.

"Back then, when the mutants of this magical creature were at their most ferocious, I don't know how many wizards died at its hands. At that time, I tried to put it to sleep with potions, and then pulled out the bones of its tail to build this heavy sword, which held it firmly in place. ”

[fixed?] A few people were a little surprised.

"That's right—it's fixed, even if you cut off its head with spells and swords and destroy its body, this mutated magical creature is still not dead, all I can do is seal it with magic, and here it is, my grave and its grave. ”

"It's ridiculous that I thought the seal was permanent - and even used this magic to build this kingdom of God that I thought I was right at the time, and here, I extracted his magic and built a virtual sun, and then moved in the town that enshrined me at that time - here, there is no disease, no disaster, they can rise and sunset, compared to the strife of the outside world, I think this is the best shelter I can give them. ”

"However, water can carry a boat, and it can also capsize a boat. I underestimated this guy - it was draining my magic power while it was also eroding my seal, then quietly killing all my followers while I was working on a magic, and then taking advantage of the time I was in a state of confusion to break most of the seal, and now I'm confronting it, but it's gaining the upper hand. If it is not reinforced, it will break the seal and be reborn in a few hundred or even decades. ”

"So, children, please help me to go down and strengthen the seal, and in return, one of you can go out with a magic item. The old man finally ended his story, pointing his arm at the magic items that made everyone's eyes hot in a long series of coughs.

With a wave of his arm, the wall behind him collapsed, leaking a downward stone path.

"It's the magic of sealing, you just have to do it. A silk slip flew over with his hand, and a formation was drawn on it in the oldest script.

The few people nodded, reinforced their magic on the wall to prevent the back road from being blocked, and then walked in together.

"According to the seal on the map, there are just five places - how about one for each of us?" suggested the wizard who led the team with a smile.

The proposal to disperse the forces was agreed to without any objection.

The five of them made their way to their respective forks in the road—and then a feather fell from Alan's body.

Hua Luo whispered to Alan a few times in dissatisfaction, it was quite opinionated that he had been held back for so long.

"Don't make a fuss, good, keep an eye on the leader. Alan took out a bag of dog food, and after Hua Luo swallowed a few, he hid his body and flew away.

Very good, with Hua Luo here, he is relieved.

Alan turned his head directly in the direction he came, walking unhurriedly, scattering all kinds of seeds as he went.

Eventually, he returned to the hall.

"What's wrong, kid, any questions or questions?"

Allen showed a rather aggrieved and embarrassed look on his face, and only after a long time did he speak: "Sir, can you give me a map? I got lost in it, and if it weren't for the road signs I laid out when I came, I almost wouldn't have come out!"

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This return directly frightened the other party.

This is the most unreliable and unobtrusive request he has heard since he was born, but it is such a reasonable request.

A wizard who can be pulled in by a few other old monsters - actually lost!

It's a huge gossip if this matter is put there, but right now, the old man can't laugh - after all, he is still waiting for the other party to seal it.

So, he laid down several magic barriers close to his body, and motioned for Alan to walk up.

"Look—"

The map he drew with his hand pointing to the silk did not draw the first picture, but was interrupted by the sound of a rock cracking, and then, a heavy sword stabbed directly, forcing him to leave from the same place, driven by the sword wind, the tatami mats on the ground were directly split, leaking out a huge crystal coffin embedded in the ground - the heavy sword that Alan picked up, originally inserted under the human foot in the coffin.

Sure enough—it's a guy.

He said, whether water can carry a boat, a boat can capsize, or a race, it is obviously not like what the owner of the tomb should say, and writing on silk can hide from him?

Gripping the epee in his hand, Alan felt what the system needed for it - unfortunately, it was clearly not the time.

So, Mr. Xibei, please go and die.