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The old mage stood silently in front of the Forest of Ruins, flipped through the worn-out codex in his hand, his fingertips lightly swiped across the papyrus, and the dark blue spell flames weaved strange spells on the codex. Following the direction of his fingertips, he chanted byte by byte.

As his chanting unfolded, the dark blue mana fire formed a brilliant curtain of light in front of him from his fingertips, and one after another strange incantations spread out in the mage's codex, leaping and breaking free, like Fei'e pouring into the light curtain.

"Xhaka."

After the mage spat out the last syllable, the unrelenting light curtain that had been hit by the incantations gradually calmed down. When it was completely still, the old mage took out a wolf's hair, threw it into the light curtain, and almost roared again, "Zaka! ”

His voice had a certain power, and the air around him vibrated with ripples visible to the naked eye, but strangely, the dark blue curtain of light did not move at all in this frenzied storm, only a circle of ripples around the wolf hair that had been thrown.

When everything calmed down and returned to its usual calm, the ripples were at their maximum, affecting almost the entire curtain of light, a change was created - the center of the initial ripples gradually unfolded a darkness thicker than ink, and after the initial stagnation, it instantly occupied the entire curtain of light at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The old mage frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, touched the pitch-black light curtain, and raised his hand, as if turning over an old photo album, presenting a new picture in front of him.

It was dim light, flickering torchlight, damp corridors, and blood and mess all over the floor.

That's the world through the eyes of the wolf.

In the midst of the turbulent scenes, you can clearly see the escaped giant wolf step by step out of the dungeon where it was imprisoned, as well as the remains of human beings who have been tortured and killed in a variety of strange ways.

It didn't go fast, it didn't go slow, and the monotony took a turn for the better after a Musha, and when it came out of the dungeon, a group of elves gathered together appeared, and it just glanced at it, didn't care, and just left.

After seeing this picture, the old mage reached out and pressed the light curtain, as if holding down the flow of time, and the picture on the light curtain stopped flowing. He withdrew his hand holding the light curtain and silently held his cheek: this giant wolf has been confirmed to be a mutant species of the wind wolf in the research of the school, and the specific cause of the mutation is unknown, but one thing is for sure, they are very aggressive, and they are not just hunting for food, but more like killing for the sake of killing, and they belong to the first-class high-risk creatures in the school's rating.

However, it didn't attack the elves in front of it, could it be that the elves' innate abilities played a role?

No, not really.

The old mage shook his head: the elves' natural language could communicate with living beings, but from the wolf's point of view, he could not see any trace of communication - the wolf strode past the elves like a noble king, and the elves had fear and hatred in their eyes.

It's not like successful communication.

So, why didn't the wolves attack the elves?

Is it disdainful? It is unlikely that in the experiment, the killing and destruction of these mutant wolves was directed at all non-homogeneous people, even their close relatives, the Tempest wolf cubs, who showed no mercy in the slightest.

With stealth and extreme speed, they are the most feared killers.

The old mage didn't dwell on the question, maybe he could get the answer from the other pictures later, he secretly made a note of this point, stretched out his hand again, and pointed his fingertips a little above the light curtain, and the stagnant picture began to flow again.

The wolf's journey did not have many twists and turns, and after leaving the villa, it was this side of the forest, and before reaching the forest, it was obvious that it had a small pause, as if it was hesitating, and after waiting for a few breaths, it finally landed the foot that it stepped out.

As if announcing something, the entire light curtain shattered like a mirror.

"How...... How can it be! ”

This is a high-level spell! How could it be broken like this?

Among the words used to describe a mage, wisdom is a very common word. Although not every mage is knowledgeable and able to see through people's hearts and the laws of everything, a mage who is easily startled is indeed quite rare.

The old mage is not a strange among mages, nor is he a young apprentice with little experience, he is a high-level mage of the Angus school, in this era when the archmages are more or less following the code of seclusion, the high-level mage can basically be said to be the highest combat power of a kingdom.

Soon, he retracted his astonishment, and looked at the somewhat distorted forest in front of him, his face calming: he had heard rumors about this forest, the ruins of a powerful mage, a land cursed by the gods, and no one out of ten people would survive even if an experienced hunter walked into it.

It's just that he didn't care at first, because of the suppression and persecution of the old gods ruling the firmament, the law of seclusion has always been followed by various schools, and the mysterious image of the mage is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. There are rumors about the ruins of mages in Mastan, if not a thousand, but eight hundred, of which there are only a few dozen of them that are really valuable.

It's more of a country warlock's trick, after all, in the eyes of the villagers, as long as a flame is lit on the fingertips, he is a powerful and mysterious mage.

This time, though, the ruins are no simple.

The old mage thought in his heart: to be able to block his spells, the owner of this ruin was at least an archmage during his lifetime, and this level of character is enough for the school to attract the attention of those hidden old monsters of the school, should he report to the school first, or explore it himself first and then report to the school?

There are pros and cons to each other, and the mage finally decides to explore it alone. He had stayed on the High Mage for so long that he could no longer stand his incompetence. If there were no adventures, he would probably stop here for the rest of his life, with his care for the world and curiosity about the unknown, buried deep in the loess.

The most important thing is that he is a high-level mage, if it is just a relic of the archmage's death, there are really not many spell traps, alchemy creatures, and constructed creatures in it that can endanger his life. Since there is no danger to life, there is no need to look ahead and backward?

Now that his mind has been decided, the old mage has taken a step.

However, when he first stepped into the forest, his expression couldn't help but change!

Like an ordinary old man who was frightened, Queen Cang retreated!

After leaving the confines of the forest, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the forest in front of him with a faint gaze, as if he were looking at a monster, and as if he had seen some rare treasure, his eyes flashing with greed.

Finally, he sighed and said:

"It's a miscalculation, it's a lost lock, if you go deeper, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back."

Suppressing the greed in his heart, the old mage knew that this relic was a legendary-level relic, and it was not at all beyond the reach of a mage of his level. The simple word legend alone is enough to attract any archmage-level powerhouse to come and explore at the risk of their lives.

Yes, without regard for life.

Legendary powerhouses are the most powerful except for gods, and the ruins they leave behind, even if they are located at the top of the earthly world, at the end of the mortal path, and have the qualifications to peep into the essence of the world, may fall.

As the discoverer of the ruins, except for the most valuable mage's codex, he may not be able to touch it, and he may have the right to read all the other books. If the harvest was so abundant, why did he risk almost certain death to find out?

You can get a glimpse of the books and knowledge left behind by legendary mages.

That's enough.

On the one hand, he excitedly fantasized about breaking through the shackles of himself and becoming an archmage after obtaining the knowledge he coveted, and on the other hand, he was deeply curious about the owner of the ruins.

Which one will it be?

There are not many legends in every era, and in the distant and unknowable era when the primeval gods taught their spells to their first ancestors, only two mages became legends. Later, in the era of the old gods, when the path of mages was more mature, there were only three legendary mages who left their legends under the sky of history.

Elven empresses and great sages of the First Age? Unlikely, the first era was the age of the elves and mages, who were the darlings of the gods, and the mages of that era built towers of mages that towered into the sky and looked down on the world. This stealthy style is not like a relic of that majestic era.

Rather, it is more likely to be the product of the second era, the second era is the age of the old gods, after the fall of the primeval gods, they forced the dragons to make a covenant to destroy the empire of the elves, burned the world tree with the flames of the gods, wantonly slaughtered the elves, and hunted down the mages.

The rules of seclusion that the mages now abide by are basically those set by the various schools of thought in that era in order to survive. The secrecy of this relic is quite in keeping with the mage style of the era.

Is it the Dragon's Roarer? Blasphemous words? Or the most mysterious of lifeweavers?

He thought back to the true names of the legendary mages, and in the end he couldn't give a convincing answer: the dragon roarers and the blasphemous words had fallen in the light of the gods' judgment, and it was hard to assume that they were not their legacies or successors; As for the Weaver of Destiny, this Weaver of Destiny, who is proficient in prophecy spells, is the most mysterious legend, and it is unknown whether he is still alive, and it cannot be ruled out that the ruins are left behind by him.

After standing in front of the forest for several mussa, and after calming down, the old mage turned and left.

There is no nostalgia whatsoever.

Covetousness is not something that can be touched by oneself, it only brings death.

The mage knows.

Vaguely, he remembered that there seemed to be another elven mage who had strayed into the forest. However, he didn't take it to heart, what kind of waves could a small low-level mage make? How can the ruins of legendary mages be so easy to get their hands on? Even if it is a strong man of the archmage level, he must be careful in the relics of the legendary powerhouse, and if he is not right, he will be in danger of death.

Not to mention a low-level mage?

Insignificant.

Let him fend for himself.

ps:The manuscript is sold out.。。。