Neo stared at the magic tome, his eyes inadvertently showing a hint of loss and confusion. He subconsciously recalled the man who had defeated him and made him decide to leave Morrowind Academy, as well as the words that the other party left on the night he left Morrowind Academy: "You can't really become strong just by holding the idea of 'wanting to be strong'! Ordinary people can never surpass geniuses! If you want to catch up with my back again, instead of tasting defeat and regret, then struggle desperately!"

"Really... Genius?" Neo frowned, not noticing that the magic book in Luo Ning's hand suddenly opened automatically, and was constantly "whooshing" at an extremely fast speed. With each page, a mass of words resembling magical spells emerged from the pages and flew up, climbing up the fingertips of Ronin's ten fingers as it broke away from the text, over his shoulders, across his neck, and finally into his forehead. In the process, the storm pattern in Luo Ning's eyes became brighter and clearer, and began to rotate in the two eye sockets.

"Boom!" The last paragraph of the text seemed to carry a huge force, which also pushed him backwards as it flowed into Ronin's mind.

"Ahh

"What's wrong?" Neo reached out to pull Ronin up, only to see that the other party had been covering his head.

Luo Ning stretched out his hand to open the classics, and found that the second half of the book was still empty and left no traces, and said with a little confusion: "It's strange, I always feel that something has flown from this book to my head." Hmm, it seems like a lot of spells and magic tricks. Let me think... It's all about wind magic, and it seems to have been left behind by the Wilgin Archmage!"

"What! what are you talking about?!" Neo shouted with wide eyes, his voice sharpened from his excitement, and he looked like a fried rooster. He walked up to Ronin, reached out and grabbed the latter's cheek and swirled it back and forth.

"Wait... Wait!" Luo Ning thought that this guy had some kind of special habit, and in order to avoid being locked by the other party's "strongman", he quickly pulled back and retreated.

"Hey, don't make such strange moves, okay?" Ronin grumbled in a low voice, but lost for a while from that small tone,

Of course, Neo didn't mean anything else, and snorted coldly when he heard this: "I'm just observing, to see if your head is in the water! Hmph, what are the spells and thoughts left by Grand Magister Gard Wilkin, do you know what it means? It's just wishful thinking!"

"I know you don't believe it, look at it!" Luo Ning took out his staff, thought for a moment, took another sip of half a bottle of magic potion, and then began to chant large spells that sounded obscure. I saw that the ground in front of the two of them suddenly brightened, and the dark green magic spell spread outward in a spiral, closing into a giant magic array several meters in a circle. The furious wind swirled from the surface of the magic array, twisting into three magic chains glowing with dark green light, and the thick wind chains danced wildly, colliding and intertwining with each other in the air, creating an oval phoenix whirl, and exploding in the air with a "snap".

Neo was shaken, knowing that if anyone was caught in the chains of these storms, they would inevitably end up in pieces!

"Whew—— so tired!" Luo Ning collapsed to the ground, his magic drained by the high-level magic called "Storm Chains". This was also the result of his magic power limit increasing and knocking on half a bottle of magic potion.

Neo's cheeks ached from the wind blowing in all directions, and he covered his cheeks with his hand, his voice full of deep doubt about what he had seen and heard: "Oh my God, this... This is high-level magic, right? You kid, have you really obtained the inheritance of the Grand Magister Gard Wilkin?!"

"Believe it or not, but then again, this high-level magic trick is already my limit. Alas, people are old and useless!"

I don't know if it was intentional, Neo was directly led astray by Luo Ning: "Hey, you stinky boy, are you deliberately angry with me? A teenage little ghost is actually old in front of me, a thirty-year-old uncle? I... Alas, forget it, I don't care about you, you first see what is written in the classics. Didn't the little girl say there was a follow-up story?"

Luo Ning nodded when he heard this, opened the book and flipped to the place where the previous text ended, and there was indeed new content below. It's just that this tone is obviously different from the previous reminiscences, and it is more like the earnest entrustment of the dying old man to future generations.

"By the time you see this, Shania's mission is complete! No one is immortal, but the will of magic endures forever! Before the end of my life, I have cast a curse on this wilderness, leaving it under the threat of a terrifying sandstorm! After doing all this, I walked into the palace with the Storm Demon Sword and placed it in the center of the magic array, and the endless wind obeyed my call, rolled up the dust and sand to bury the palace into the ground, and sent the Wind Weaving Stone Tablet out of the ground, guarding the palace above it, so that the wind and sand of the years would not reveal this disguise! I know that thousands of years from now, people will build cities around the stone monument and live and multiply tenaciously in this barren land! If fate can be calm forever, this is not the best outcome!"

Seeing this, Luo Ning and the others finally understood why there was a Tairug Sandstorm in the Bone Wasteland, and also understood why the Wind Weaving Stone Tablet was closely connected to this underground palace. The two couldn't help but sigh: the Great Magister who lived thousands of years ago really had incredible magical powers.

They turned the pages and continued: "But if there is a day when the wind weaver shatters and the sandstorm returns!" I will be heartily happy." Many may suffer as a result, but the Storm Sword Eluffel will also be waiting for its true owner. This is undoubtedly the greatest blessing for the entire continent!Draw your sword, brave adventurer!Only in this way can you end the curse and continue your unfinished journey!"

"Is there anything else behind?" Neo tried to flip through the tome, but quickly withdrew his hand again.

"It's blank! This is the end of the story of the Archmage! I didn't expect that the terrifying Terug Sandstorm turned out to be a curse left by the Archmage thousands of years ago! Let's go, Neo! I can't wait to see the true face of that Storm Sword. ”

"That's exactly what I mean!" Neo, as a magic swordsman, was naturally quite tempted. The two of them couldn't wait to push open the stone door and walk inside, and after a few steps, they all froze in place, excitedly forgetting to move forward.

Especially Neo. I saw that his eyes were instantly bloodshot and widened, and finally he gasped sharply, his mixed muscles were trembling uncontrollably, and his heart was pounding rapidly, almost jumping out of his chest.

The room behind the stone door was not overly furnished, and more than eighty percent of the room area was occupied by a pale cyan magic array that contained at least ten thousand incantations. Although there were no other light sources in the room, the light emitted by the divine weapon in the middle of the magic array was enough to completely illuminate the entire room.

Stuck in the center of the magic circle was a half-human-tall broad-bladed sword. The triangular blade was a pure, icy blue crystal color, with a dazzling silver glimmer at the edges. A long, narrow slit the width of a thumb runs down from the tip of the blade, dividing the blade into two tapered blades of varying sizes, but bending abruptly near the hilt to form a circular notch the size of a fist. A pale green storm of thunder swirled around the circular gap, reflecting the obsidian hilt with several beast teeth inlaid horizontally.

Ronin fell in love with the Storm Sword at a glance, and understood why Neo went crazy with excitement at the sight of it. The power and beauty displayed by the Storm Demon Sword is the innate desire of all human beings. No one can resist the charm of this sword, just as no fish will stay away from flowing water, and no flower will abandon the sun.

After thousands of years of waiting, this divine weapon that was once held in the palm of the hand by the Emperor has finally waited for its new owner!

Neo silently recited the true name of the Storm Demon Sword, and unconsciously stepped forward with his legs open. But before he could take a few steps, the black remnant sword at his waist was automatically unsheathed with a "whoosh" and slammed diagonally in front of Neo to block his way.

"This!" The scene in front of him made Neo calm down a lot in an instant. He bit his lip, slowly closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh full of regret and helplessness: "Greed can only lead to self-destruction! Fortunately, my magic sword reminded me! Alas, it seems that you are the one who is waiting for Eluffel! Go, Ronin, go and pull out Eluffel! Such a beautiful and powerful masterpiece should not be buried deep in the ground and covered in dust alone!"

Luo Ning heard him say this, but his eyes saw the fist with white joints. But he is not an indecisive person, and he knows that although Neo is unwilling, he still chooses to give up on Elufil. He nodded solemnly, stepped forward in the brighter light, fingers on the tusks of his sword, and held Archmage Wilkin's last bequest in his palm.