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When Morey followed the attendant to the palace, Bert couldn't wait to come out to greet him.

Moreover, the place where the two men spoke was neither in the palace of the king's ministers, nor in his own study, but in a well-guarded secret room, so it seems that what he was going to say to Morey was very secret.

Things have to start with the awakening of the evil god in Bert's body, although His Majesty the King was already in a coma at that time, there were still some subconscious remnants, of course, he could not perceive the "exorcism war" in the outside world, but this did not prevent him from browsing the memories of the evil god.

Although most of the memories subconsciously remembered were mutilated and illogical, this did not prevent Bert from piecing together a complete piece of the puzzle.

In his memory, he saw a huge altar made of black stone at the bottom of an iceberg canyon.

In a snowy world, a black altar that does not drop a single snowflake suddenly appears to be extremely dazzling, so even if the snow falls here, it will not let the barbarians who come to worship here in leather jackets lose their way.

Mighty and brutal dragons, cunning and ferocious demons, and giants worthy of mountain peaks are all sacrifices prepared by the barbarians for this black altar.

After the decapitation of a thousand strong slaves or men who looked like prisoners of war, the hot blood gushed out and soon merged into a small lake of blood, illuminating the mysterious runes hidden in the altar.

The altar, which had been silent for a long time, slowly turned, feeling the tragic end that might follow, and the legendary creatures trapped by the cruel potions, the vicious curses, or simply the huge iron spikes that pierced their bodies, wailed, begged, or cursed one by one, regardless of their previous images, but this did not impress the iron hearts of the barbarians like this cold wind.

Looking at the ** of the more and more shriveled sacrifices, the excitement in their eyes grew stronger and stronger, until after a burst of bright light, the sacrifices on the altar disappeared along with the slaves, leaving a few fist-sized blood-colored crystals in place.

A group of people bowed to the empty altar again, and then a part of the strong barbarians fought in front of the altar.

It was a real battle of life and death, with huge tomahawks, elusive spears, vicious arrows, and huge shields big enough to smash people into meatloaf.

It was as if it was a battle tribute to the evil gods, and everyone was showing their bravery with their own blood and even their lives.

When there were only five people left, a tall barbarian warrior the size of an ordinary barbarian blew the dragon's horn trombone around his waist.

And this tragic battle of life and death stopped in an instant, even if they could kill this guy who cut off one of his arms and gouged out an eye in the next second, they didn't hesitate to stop.

An old man who looked like a prophet respectfully removed five blood crystals from the altar and handed them to the victors.

And these people did not hesitate, they swallowed the blood crystals one after another, and the stump and severed arm recovered instantly, and the fluctuation of their strength also increased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it became legendary.

Seeing the miracle appear again, the rest of the barbarians shouted excitedly, and the bonfire, wine, barbecue, and plump women who would never be missing, the altar that was originally a bloody battle ground was suddenly transformed into a festive carnival.

But the Prophet did not join in the revelry, and placed the remaining three blood crystals in a dark compartment in the center of the altar, and then lay down on the altar respectfully in a five-body posture, chanting words in his mouth, as a sign of his sincere fear that the gifts of the gods would not be exhausted.

“... And our goal is the three or more blood crystals in the dark grid! ”

Bert looked at Morey with a fanatical expression and said excitedly.

"But the altar was given ...... by the evil gods."

"I know!"

Bert, who seemed to be prepared for this, interrupted Morey with a wave of his hand, and continued:

"Morey, after this incident, I really realized what it means to be 'ants under the legend'!"

"You don't have absolute power in this world, no matter how powerful you are, you will eventually fall victim!"

Bert's tone seemed a little low, but in a moment he understood, and continued in a brisk tone:

"Hehe, besides, even if that evil god has any means to use on the blood crystal, now that they are all dead, it is naturally useless......"

Morey listened quietly, nodding his head in agreement from time to time, but there was a deep worry in his heart.

After Bert's experience, his temperament changed drastically, changing his usual steady style, and doing things quickly became extremely aggressive, if it weren't for Teresa's several secret and careful repeated confirmations, confirming that there was indeed no residual power of the evil god affecting him, Morey would have thought that he was controlled by the evil god again.

But when he thought about it, he could understand Bert's abrupt behavior.

Betrayed by the closest person, the other party even acquiesced to the action of killing him, even if the most open-minded and generous person encounters such a thing, his temperament will change dramatically.

Now Bert is extremely insecure, and since his relatives can't rely on it, then he can only trust the sword in his hand.

And this matter is very important, and Bert sadly discovers that the only person he can fully trust is Morey, who is destined to become a legendary mage in the future.

Looking at his friend's implied begging look, Morey even had thousands of reasons to refuse, but in the end, it only turned into a deep sigh in his heart.

"Okay, I'll look for the thing you want! But you are not allowed to go! ”

Later, no matter how much Bert pleaded as a friend and forced him majestically as a monarch, Morey did not let go.

In the end, Bert had no choice but to compromise and hatefully handed a scroll to Morey.

"Here are a few places that I have found based on the images in my mind, you can go and see them all! Feel free to come to me if you need anything! ”

Morey didn't seem to hear the reluctance in Bert's words, and was about to open the scroll.

The first thing that catches your eye is a vivid magic picture sketched with the [Arm of Art], in which the deep iceberg canyon, the pure black altar and the beam of sunlight shining on the altar through the canyon are depicted with a great sense of beauty and ritual, it seems that the painter in the palace that Bert found was drawn and then burned by the mage.

All that's left is the three possible locations where the soothsayer's altar is located, and a rough map of how to get to them from the Kingdom of the Holy Lance.

Morey swept slightly, but when he saw the last location, he couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds.

"How could this be this place?"

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