As an auctioneer, Goblin Lentil is very good at adjusting the atmosphere, and he seems to think that the atmosphere in the hall is not hot enough, so he shook the chain in his hand, and finally added.

"I almost forgot to say, distinguished guests, please look here, do you see, pale skin, faintly purple light inside, no hair on the whole body, why is this? That's right! Because he was born with the winds of death in the eight winds of magic, I'm sure everyone here understands what that means! ”

The auction house fell silent for a moment, but exploded again almost in the blink of an eye.

The "Wind of Death" Shaxu, also known as the Purple Wind, symbolizes death, and its power comes from the end of all things, the end of the soul, and the awe of all intelligent beings when they have to face death at some point, so the Purple Wind is often attracted to the places where the deceased have left, such as battlefields, execution grounds, and cemeteries.

The mages who study the winds of death are called "crystal mages", and the spells they study are named "deathology", and it is worth noting that death science and necromancy are two completely different things, but no one can deny that the "necromancy" Nagash also incorporated some of the power of the wind of death at the beginning of the creation of necromancy.

Therefore, to the necromancer, this withered child in front of him is like a gift from the most evil and greatest Nagash, and it is definitely the supreme treasure, and as for how to use this treasure, others do not know.

For others, this child is also an extremely rare magical genius, once he is taken under his command, it is foreseeable that in less than twenty years, he will definitely have an extra archmage with nine rings or even above.

What the? How can you guarantee that you can control him in the future?

For these unscrupulous underground creatures, there are many ways.

No, before the goblin auctioneer announced the official start of the auction, the goblin shaman sitting in the box on the third floor couldn't hold it back, and shouted with his teeth and claws:

"Lentils, don't be verbose, I'll give you two thousand one!"

"Great! Alana Shaman is so refreshing, two thousand one, is there more? ”

The two seem to be familiar with each other, and it is estimated that the lentils come from the tribe of the goblin shaman.

"Two thousand five! Alana, you greenskinned tribe, what do you want this demonic body for, the magic eight winds and your aaagh! Magic doesn't matter at all! ”

On the opposite side of the third floor, another mage wearing a black robe and a black peaked round hat said gloomily.

"Can you handle it? I look at this shrimp white and slippery, fine skin and tender meat, just buy it back for our boss to change the taste! ”

The goblin shaman looks crazy, and he doesn't know whether the words in his mouth are true or false, maybe he came out on purpose to do something.

However, when he said this, he aroused the interest of another foodie.

The ogre butcher next door, who had been feasting on food since he appeared, listened to him, and for the first time lifted his head from the small hill of food in front of him, and while wiping the grease stains on the side of his mouth, he carefully examined it for a few seconds, and then shouted loudly:

"Two thousand six! Looks like it should taste good! Solim is going to prepare a delicious feast and sacrifice him to the ever-hungry god of the Great Stomach! ”

The Butcher is second only to the Tyrant in the Ogre Tribe, and like the Shaman in the Greenskin Tribe, he plays the role of a sorcerer and prophet, because it is the only one who has a direct connection with the ogre god "Big Stomach God", and thus can perform a unique "stomach magic".

"You two...... I'm out of three thousand! It's a terrible thing! Think clearly, even if you get the final shot, I won't help you lift the sealing circle on him! ”

The necromancer, it should be the Kovavich in the mouth of the lentil before, said angrily.

In the face of these two unreasonable alien creatures, he has no other way but to threaten, if he really wants to do it, as a necromancer archmage, he doesn't dare to say that he will definitely be able to kill the two opposite, not to mention that there is a green-skinned tribe and an ogre tribe behind the other party.

"Okay, don't argue, this is not a council, everything is talked about with money, you fight, I won't participate."

From the best box on the third floor, the voice of an old man came from the nominal supreme ruler of the "Ruins of the Three Towers", who seemed to be very talkative and took the initiative to become a peacemaker.

Brienne can now basically assume that the people who can sit on the third floor are all members of the "Ruin Council", which means that counting the vampire lady, five of the nine councilors have arrived today.

The Greenskins, the Ogre Tribe, the Vampire Family, the Necromancer Archmage, and the mysterious Council Leader, this powerful lineup, if combined, can definitely sweep through the entire "Ivey Territory", which is only half of the council.

Although the price of 3,000 dimensional stones was enough to silence most of the people present, in addition to the three of them, there were still many people in the venue who also bidd, including the believers of the "Broken Wheel", and it seemed that they also wanted to try their luck.

But it was clear that things were far beyond their expectations, and the price suddenly skyrocketed, breaking through 20,000 in the blink of an eye, a full ten times more than the auction price, and this did not stop, until Kovavich shouted 20,000 with a grim face, and the hall finally returned to its long-lost calm.

28,000 dimensional stone coins are also a huge amount of money for this necromancer who has only been sitting in the position of a member of the "Ruins Council" for a long time, basically his entire net worth, if someone continues to increase the price, he can only watch this supreme treasure fall into the hands of others.

"Lord Kovavich, twenty-eight thousand! For the first time! ”

The Necromancer archmage had a serious expression, and the four Grave Knights beside him also put on a fighting stance, exuding a terrifying murderous aura, as if they wanted to use their oppressive strength to dispel the idea of others bidding.

Don't look at the cold look on his face, in fact, he is so nervous.

Born with a demonic body, or the wind of death, this is too important for him, who has studied necromancy all his life, maybe he can use this to break through the bottleneck and become a supreme mage in one fell swoop!

So when the "Champs-Élysées auction house" first came to him to make a magic circle, Kovavich strongly expressed his desire to buy it directly at a high price, but this ** businessman, no matter how coercive and tempted, refused to agree, he couldn't help it, and he couldn't afford to provoke the backstage of others, and finally looked at the face of the nine-ring magic circle "Dark Nibelungen Ring", and privately signed a nine-percent discount agreement with him, so he had the courage to shout such a sky-high price.

Fortunately, the price of 20,000 is indeed outrageous, and no one will really increase the price for a while, even the goblin shaman and ogre butcher with the same status as him did not make a sound, one scolded and returned to his seat to sulk, and the other continued to bury his head and eat as if nothing had happened.

As for the rest of the hall, they could only wait for the end of this huge auction for a long time, and then find a tavern to brag about it in the evening.

"Twenty-eight thousand! Second! ”

Lentil roared hoarsely, his voice trembling unconsciously, and it was the most expensive auction he had ever handled.

But before he could call out the same amount for the third time, the upstairs box sounded again, and two at a time.

"Twenty-nine thousand!" "Thirty thousand!"

The first one was from a vampire lady who had just spent a lot of money on a noble vase, and the latter was from the second floor, a box that had never opened the curtain from beginning to end.

The second floor means that this person is not a member of the "Ruin Council", and is likely to be an outsider.

The curtain inlaid with a large number of complex and exquisite patterns slowly opened, and two graceful figures appeared in front of everyone, at this time, Brienne, who was crowded with countless other melon-eating people in the hall, waiting to see a good show, suddenly changed her face and blurted out:

"I'm going to go! It's her! ”

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