The ruins of the great desert, in the vast and terrible sandstorm, show another kind of desolation that makes people shudder. Most of the red and gold rock walls have been cut in half, leaving only some of the roots still attached to the sand.

Mikhail stood on the outermost side, swinging his sword to stop the army of the undead who wanted to attack. But this terrifying skeleton did not become less and less because of Mikhail's resistance, on the contrary, there were more and more necromantic clans surrounding it, and even Mikhail, who was surprisingly powerful, could not parry.

"Hurry! Helge, I can't hold it out here!"

Helg gritted his teeth, gripped his silver scepter, and slammed it to the ground a few times, hearing a crisp, obviously not sandy sound.

"This must not be the ground!" Helge yelled at Mikhail, who was almost invisible as he fought in the wind and sand, "The climate in the desert is so severe that the sand and dust must have buried the lower part of the original temple." I just tested it and we should be standing on top of the temple......"

"Then you should find the exit!" Mikhail swung his sword and slashed off the head of a skeleton, then flipped his right hand and slammed the hilt of his sword into the back of the hand of another skeleton that was trying to rush towards him. "You disgusting skeletons, send me to hell!" Mikhail freed his left hand, grasped the skeleton's wrist, and then twisted it slightly, and its entire arm was ripped off, including the tight leather wallet that was draped around it.

"Die!"

Seeing that the other party had no ability to attack, Mikhail thrust his sword into the ground, and then grabbed the skeleton's head with both hands, and directly tore the poor skeleton's skull in half.

"St. Theram the Great and Wise Wisdom, please grant me eyes that discern everything......" Helge closed his eyes, held his scepter, prayed for a moment, and then opened his eyes suddenly. Her original blue eyes flashed with a golden light, and the originally desolate sand also changed in her eyes.

Just a dozen paces away from him, Helge saw a hidden slate door. When the effect of the Wisdom Eye had worn off, she took the scepter and smashed it down with a stick.

"Boom!"

The slab shattered and fell, along with the dust on it, making an empty crashing sound. Suddenly, the sand and dust in this gap began to drill frantically into the hole.

"Mihai ......," Helge shouted in his throat, and a vicious arrow rushed towards his face.

"Zila!"

Helga almost closed his eyes at the onslaught, but the arrow dangled no more than 1cm from his forehead before stopping.

"You ......"

Blood flowed from Mikhail's right hand, but he managed to stop the arrow in the air. Mikhail snorted and threw the discarded bow and arrow aside.

"Captain!"

A cry of surprise came, and a flash of fire suddenly flashed in the cave in front of them, and several tired faces appeared in front of the two.

"You ......" Mikhail was startled by the group of Vasilian knights who had come back from the dead, and before he could speak, a few creaky bones grinding closer and closer.

"Captain, be careful!"

"Bang!"

It was the sound of bones shattering again. Helgo stretched out his scepter, then easily met the attacks of the approaching skeletons, and then easily shattered their skulls one by one.

"Why are you stunned? Jump in!"

Mikhail glanced back at Helge, hesitated, and jumped into the cellar in the crowd. Helga followed, leaping into the darkness.

"Quick! let's go over there, there will only be more and more skeletons here!" a middle-aged knight of about 40 years old pointed in one direction with his sword, and the group did not ask too much, but walked down a long, gray staircase into the depths of this temple. In order to escape from this oppressive place, everyone must step into an even more oppressive abyss.

Several magic lanterns in this cellar were not even half as strong as they were on the ground, and the runes on the brown walls explained why.

"The walls of this place are carved with various magic spell patterns, so the magic lantern has been reduced in its performance due to the interference of powerful magic. Mikhail never put down his sword. "So at this time, we have to be more cautious. ”

"Got it, Captain......" A few Vasilian knights said weakly.

Mikhail frowned and said, "Why are there so few of us left?

As soon as this phrase was thrown by Mikhail, it immediately ignited the fear of all the surviving Vasilian knights. A young knight screamed, "It's the curse of Thor, the god of death, it must be him, otherwise we wouldn't have been brought here!"

"What's wrong!?" Mikhail calmed down the Vaschillan knight.

"That's right......" said the middle-aged knight, who seemed to be more composed, "everything was normal at first, but just as Miss Helga said we were almost there, someone's body sank in the sand and couldn't move. We try to drag out those who are stuck in the sand, but that will only lead to more innocent people falling into the quicksand......"

"Where's our Guardian Knight?" Helg looked back at the group.

"The Guardian Knights and the Mist Hunters were originally at the front, but when we stopped to help the Vaschillan Knights who were stuck in the quicksand, the group at the front suddenly disappeared......"

Helga turned his head.

"And how did you find here?"

"When we knew that we could no longer help those who had fallen into the quicksand, we decided to move on with the rest of the journey ourselves. But suddenly one of us noticed that you and Miss Helger, Captain, were gone. ”

"We want to ask where the hell you've been......" Mikhail narrowed. "The two of us were originally in the center of the whole group, how could we get separated without meeting a single person?"

"This must be Thor's curse, only a god, only a god can do that! Thor easily steals their souls and turns them into evil spirits!" the young knight said again, and then several echoing voices came from the crowd.

"In this world, only the three saints are the real gods, and the curse of Thor, the god of death, is completely out of thin air......" Helge squinted, his voice revealing disdain.

"After that, the rest of us got together to find you, but unfortunately, because of being together, we were all caught in the same great quicksand. When we woke up, we found ourselves in this terrifying cellar. ”

"What else do you know about Thor, the god of death," said Mikhail, "and what else do you know?"

The crowd was silent for a moment.

"My father was a royal seeker," said one of the young knights with a mustache, "and there are many records of this kind of thing in the library of the Royal Losec, and I once stumbled through a few of them when I was a child. ”

"Tell me ......"

"Thor, the god of death, was the ruler of the island of Varana, and it is said that there are three other gods of the same rank as him, but there are very, very few records of the other three. The bearded man continued. "It is said that the people of Thor are the indigenous people who once lived in this land. ”

"Aren't the natives those green-skinned Valanari?" asked Mikhail.

The man shook his head. "Not quite so. The people of Thor are called the Torassis, and they are no different from us, and their skin is the same color, not green. The Valranaries, I have heard, are foresters led by a witch named Ogog. ”

"That's right, that horrible witch. Helge nodded. "The Three Sages let you ...... because they defeated the Witch of Ogeg Ahem, our ancestors, the colonizers of the Andarian Empire, successfully established cities here and prospered. ”

"Thor was once a benevolent god who specialized in the mysteries that make humans immortal. But then, it is said that he went mad and became the true god of death, and turned their people into these undead spirits......" the man sighed. "That's why there are these skeletons, these zombies. Thor has spent his life pursuing the so-called immortality, and I am afraid that it has been distorted and deformed in this creature. ”

"That's why there's always a steady stream of necrons pouring out of the ground......" Mikhail sighed. "And then, why did the god Thor disappear?"

"It is said that it was the Witch of Ogg who led the Valranari living in the forest to defeat Thor and reclaim human dominance over the ground. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Helg's voice came: "But that doesn't prove that Witch Oger is a good person. ”

"Why?"

"It was because the Witch of Ogge defeated Thor that she was able to lead her men in Thor's footsteps. Helger's eyes narrowed. Thor's story is too far back, but Ogge's horrors have been engraved in the Book of the Moon, as she leads her followers in an attempt to destroy the world, including the exiled Andarians. It was the Three Sages who defeated her and stopped this evil plot......"

She turned to face the group.

"Compared to Ogge, Thor's things are like a child's play. Don't believe me? Take a look at the current state of False Forest, where the Varanari are nowhere near as friendly as the Varanari of Vasilia. ”

The road grew wider and wider, and by the time Helge had finished speaking, she suddenly felt a light in front of her.

"Where is this? It doesn't look like a crypt......" Mikhail walked first.

At this moment, the magic lanterns in everyone's hands suddenly returned to their original brilliance, illuminating the face of this spacious hall in an instant.

The floor is covered with brownish-red tiles, and the surrounding walls are carved with various reliefs and paintings that seem to tell a forgotten story from ancient times. Fascinated by the beauty of the mural, Helge gently walked over and stroked the figure with her hand.

"It's made of gold," Helge said, shaking his head. "I can already guess what the island of Varana was once like......"

"Be careful, usually tomb robbers will get some equipment and check if there are any mechanisms or anything in the tomb. Mikhail walked over and shrugged his shoulders, and began to pay attention to the mural on ......the wall: "Who are the people on it?

"Boom!"

Mikhail subconsciously drew his sword, and Helge also turned around with a very sensitive grip on his scepter.

"What's the matter!" Mikhail yelled, speaking to a few people standing in the middle of the hall.

"Report to the captain, our back road has been blocked!"

The two of them walked over and took a look, and they were immediately surprised. In the originally empty hall, in the direction where a few people came, there was already an inexplicable row of metal railings. One of the knights tried to draw his sword and cut through the metal, but before the blade could touch the outer skin of the metal, a strange storm of magic suddenly appeared, sending the man flying several meters away.

"This ......"

Helga stopped the rest of the people who wanted to explore the mysterious metal railing.

"There must be magic cast there, and if the makers of this temple tomb don't want anyone else to get out of here, it's impossible for us to break through the metal by brute force, so we should ......"

She felt some ghosting in front of her. She turned her head and found herself shaking in horror.

"You ......"

Suddenly, as if someone was grabbing her throat quickly, she couldn't breathe, only to find that there were more and more double images in front of her, so many that she was so weak that she fell to her knees.

"Ah......h

"I ......"

Helge spurted out a mouthful of crimson blood, his fingers sliding limply, and he felt the earth get closer and closer to him......

A pair of strong hands grabbed her shoulders.

"Quick...... Dot...... Escape ......"

Blood was already pouring down his jaw, and Helgo couldn't hear anything else.