Early the next morning

"Daifuku, which ruin are we going to go to?"

"I don't know, just let it be. "Isn't that really a problem......

The Dead by day is far less terrifying than at night, threatening only other ill-intentioned adventurers and disgusting aberrations, or traps laid by unknown people. Overall, the risk factor is quite low.

Formalin suddenly pulled out the long sword on his back, with a vigilant face, "There is a ruins area ahead, there are more adventurers here, you must be careful to guard against it!"

When Evans heard this, he immediately doubled the speed of the mana circulation in his body, and his wand was slightly raised, ready to go.

"Yo, isn't this stinking iron, rare! and a newcomer?" a red-haired man in iron armor squatted on a tree and looked at formalin, the two scars on his face extremely hideous

"Huck, do you want to fight?" Formalin narrowed his eyes, his sword gripping his hands gradually strained, and the bruises on his arms bulged

Huck looked at it for a moment, then glanced at Evans, "Forget it, forget it." We're not here to make trouble, just to remind you that something might be wrong with your camp!"

"Tell me clearly!" Formalin roared, "don't talk about it, it's not good to bring in anyone else." And what's going on with that Huck?" Evans grabbed the angry formalin

Formalin took a deep breath and calmed down, "I've always been at odds with that kid, the competition between our two camps is fierce, but it's not to the point of life or death. Formalin glanced worriedly in the direction of the camp, "Hopefully they're okay." ”

"They're going to be fine, and Bill and Gates. Evans reassured, "I hope so," Formalin stopped talking, straightened his backpack, and walked towards the ruins of the city

Surrounded by ruins, flames carved blackened marks on the white stone bricks, and bones scattered in the corners silently indictment of the atrocities of war. The crows hovered in the air, their terrible howls like an elegy for the dead, and occasionally they would gather in one place, signaling that there was another life that had become part of the silent city forever.

From building to building, black figures swept between them, it was the aberrant looking for the next sacrifice, the dead city was a disgusting silence, the occasional crow chirping, the screams of humans and the sound of the deformed eating

"The former Wizarding Capital," Evans sighed, picking up a large rusty lump from the ground and scraping it off, revealing a head that shimmered with silver light

"Mithril golem?!" Evans exclaimed, "That thing isn't worth much, there's a lot of Mithril stuff." ”

"......" Evans looked at the large piece of Mithril in pain, and for the first time realized that his former self was such a loser. Carefully receiving this piece of Mithril into his carry-on backpack, he was just about to find out if there was any Mithril left, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a glittering silver sign in the ruins

"Daifuku, what's that?" Formalin cautiously walked over with his sword in hand, removing the stone from it, revealing a silver sign: a silver Ouroboros with a golden laurel wreath symbolizing victory in the center, and a circle of magical words printed on it

"The remnants of the Reincarnation Glory Legion?" (yes, not the Reincarnation Dawn Legion above)" Formarin's face was a little confused

"What's the problem?" Formalin sighed, "Most of the ruins of the Reincarnation Glory Legion are full of dangers, and the value of the items inside fluctuates greatly, some of them are even filled with household garbage, and some of them can make people soar. ”

Formalin took out a small notebook and glanced at it, "This month's points are enough, even if this ruin is full of garbage, it won't have much impact on the camp, let's go in." ”

Formalin turned the golden laurel wreath on the badge twice clockwise and three times counterclockwise, and pressed the Ouroboros, which shot out two red rays of light and a bolt of lightning flew out

Formalin had expected it, flashed sideways, and began to turn the laurel again with various regularities

"5 turns clockwise, 9 turns counterclockwise. Done!" The laurel crown lit up with a faint golden light, and the "Click" badge split in half from the middle, revealing a different space, and formalin climbed into it first

"Is it really okay to be so reckless?" Evans reluctantly touched his forehead, "And what kind of immortal decipherment method was that just now!" summoned a wind elemental and let it enter, first explored the way, and then climbed in

"This, this is ......" Evans fell into a stupor the moment he crawled out, and there were all kinds of skeletons piled up in the huge alien space, whether human or deformed, and a bunch of unknown creatures

Rows of beds lay on either side of the hall, curtains splattered with blackened blood, and purple magic crystals on the dome glowed with an eerie glow

"Looks like some necromancer's base, that's fine," Formalin breathed a sigh of relief, the necromancer's bunch of guys are generally arrogant and disdainful of placing a large number of traps in the base, but each trap is full of murderous intent !

"Go to the room on the left first, be careful," Formalin said. Necromancer's ruins are mostly similar in size, with the room on the left generally being a utility room and the least dangerous

"Whew" Evans gently brushed the dust off the door, sensed the structure of the door lock, and his face changed, "There are arcane fluctuations, trouble." ”

Evans asked the Wind Elemental to open the door, and the moment he turned the handle, the Wind Elemental was torn to pieces by several ghosts!

Evans and the others were suddenly frightened into a cold sweat, and they were happy

Luckily, the door has been opened by the wind elemental, so you don't have to worry about ghosts anymore.

Formalin was the first to enter the room, and the tip of the iceberg gradually began to reveal the secrets that had been sealed for a hundred years......