"Hahahahahahaha Carlin laughed wantonly, ungracefully, and shot arrows from his short bow, which were blocked by Diane's shield.

"Carlin, what the hell are you doing?" For the first time, Diane felt strange to this friend of hers, and even felt that it was not the elegant and decisive Carlin who liked to joke at all standing on that altar. Rather, something indescribable in the man's skin.

"You know what? This thing—" Carlin gestured to the silver-white mask, as if he was very excited, and his firelit face was full of indescribable pleasure and vigilance.

"It's mine, and none of you can take it with me!" He fired his bow and arrows again, and the arrows flew through the lower end of Diane's shield, slashing her unprotected ankle, and even the mighty war sacrifice stopped walking towards Carlin.

"What are you talking about, Carlin, what the hell is that, what the hell are you going to do?!"

The sudden betrayal of her companion and the wounds on her body made Diane, who was already anxious, angry, and she walked forward quickly, trying to stop the already crazy man, but this would only be seen as a provocation.

"Sure enough, sure enough, do you want it too? Come, I'm not afraid of you! ”

Carlin had completely lost his mind, there was only a silvery white light in his eyes, he had to make that mask!

The dagger and the tomahawk collided, and the two men fought in the empty and cramped sacrificial room.

"Carlin! Wake up! ”

Diane had no way to attack this man she had a crush on, and blindly resisted the slashing like a tide with a shield on her head, trying to fantasize about her sweetheart.

Unfortunately, there was no left or right, the man could no longer hear this, and his only goal now was to listen to the whispers of the mask and kill anyone who might threaten him to wear the mask, whether it was his friend or not, his lover.

"Touching ——!" The shield shattered, Diane's arm was slashed, and she finally understood that if she wanted to leave alive, she had to stop the mad elf, and Diane got serious.

The tomahawk and the dagger clashed against each other, and the sharp wind blew over the brazier, extinguishing the flames that had burned out of thin air, and the two men fought in the dark.

"Ah——!h

Whether it was the type of weapon or the intensity of training, Diane was much higher than the delicate Carlin, and finally, with a heavy blow, Carlin could not block it, and the sharp axe almost disemboweled the crazy elf.

Blood gushed out like a fountain of broken bones, and Diane began to fear and regret it, and even couldn't hold on to her tomahawk.

"Die!" As if there was no pain or no pain anymore, after an instinctive scream, Carlin rushed forward with a terrible wound and plunged his dagger into Diane's chest as she almost cried helplessly.

The sword pierced so deep that it didn't reach the hilt, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Carlin, you-"

This sentence can never be finished, no matter how powerful it is, Diane, who is only a girl in the end, falls. The tomahawk fell to the ground, its mouth still long, and it stopped breathing.

"Whew-whew-" The blood was pouring out, and Carlin's life was coming to an end, but the voice in his head kept encouraging him. The voice was seductive, telling him that as long as he wore the mask, he would have eternal life, and that this little injury was nothing.

"Ha-ha-" Karin's blood was almost drained, and he picked up his mask like a boulder and slumped down on the stone throne behind the altar.

"My—eternal life is—"

His eyes looked at the mask that was getting blurred, and he knew that if he wore it, he would receive the immortality promised by the voice in his head, but it was too late.

His hands were no longer listening to him, his feet were no longer numerous, his wounds were no longer painful, and Carlin was dying.

"-I.... of..."

As the sound dissipated in the empty and calm, pitch-black room, the life of Karin Therstori, the High Elf Prince, was gone, and the white mask clutched tightly in his hand, and the corpse on the throne permeated the millennia of years...

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At the end of the deduction, Kelly had already roughly guessed what this thing was, she was just curious about why neither humans nor these elven nobles had been lying here for so many years, but no one had noticed.

What she didn't know was that this black pyramid had quietly risen from the ground on the day she rushed into the forest in a panic...

"It's too dark, it's a little brighter to see the words and the murals."

The light spell of the Seven Rings was released at will to illuminate it, and in an instant, the entire hall was illuminated as bright as noon.

At this time, the appearance of this ritual hall, which had been silent for thousands of years, was completely revealed, and it was revealed to Kelly for the first time.

The hall was actually bigger and stranger than what the elves saw in the dark, or the dead.

In the middle of the hall is a standard throne and altar, apparently where the leaders of this civilization once worshipped.

Underneath the wall frescoes, there is actually a downhill slope, which is usually impossible to find before daylight, including those that have not yet been found, and a "spectator seat" with an altar and relief frescoes in the middle

Like the Colosseum, except that the spectator seats and playing areas are upside down, and all spectators have to look up to their king, which was a common design in ancient civilizations, and Kelly has seen similar expressions in some ancient royal archives.

However, to the little girl's horror, even though it was not the king who sat on the throne who had performed the ceremony here, the audience was still there!

Skeletons in black robes were laid out horizontally on rows of stone seats, pillowing each other, filling the entire circle of seats.

Each of these skeletons was intact, corroded and weathered in perfect shape, and their faces were expressionless, neither struggling nor resisting or fighting, and almost every one of them remained in a posture of looking up, as if they were waiting for something or watching some great miracle.

Emboldened, Kelly stepped forward and began to peruse the ancient texts that were somewhat obscure to her, an absolute expert in ancient history and magic.

According to the annotations on the most primitive books that were about to rot naturally, Kelly reluctantly continued to read.

"King Akhan, the crown and veil of inheritance should have been passed down from generation to generation, and the gods gave the will."

"The king shall always be king, and the king shall obey, and he shall not grow old for ten generations, so that the kingdom of Ascot may prosper and his army shall be strong."