As the person walked by, there was a sound in the pile of rocks, and the circular holes in the rocks were obvious. The crater caved into it and fell into the ruins of the next level of platform.

Jumping down the collapsed slab to the next level, the ground here is much flatter, except for the occasional few pieces of rubble falling from it.

The light is good, which allows people to see their surroundings clearly, almost as if it were daytime. And the source of the light for all this comes from eight small candlesticks, which is unimaginable.

Cassiopeia's gaze fell on the burning candle, a blazing white flame that was different from the other flares dancing on the wick. Strangely, when the three of them arrived, the flames on the eight candles danced more and more frequently, as if they were struggling in the firelight, and let out a silent wail.

"Anchen, did you light this candle when you came before?" Cassiopeia asked cautiously, staring at the candlelight.

"Nope." Anchen shook his head: "They were already lit up when I came. ”

The candle doesn't burn for a long time, and even if the quality is good, it will definitely burn out in a day. If these eight candles were not lit by Anchen, it means that it is likely that someone came here not long ago and lit them.

Cassiopeia's brow furrowed.

An Chen walked a few steps, half-squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand and gently wiped it on the ground, and pinched up a layer of dust accumulated on the platform: "Don't worry, no one has been here yet, the dust on the platform is still very complete, and from the perspective of thickness, it can't be a matter of a while." ”

"No one has been here, so it's a bigger problem." Cassiopeia said thoughtlessly.

Anchen also reacted, if no one has been here recently, then who lit these candles, or have these candles been burning here for hundreds of years?

Sivir stood by a candlestick in the distance, carrying a heavy cross blade on his back: "How long has it been since Anchen discovered this place?" ”

After being stunned for a moment, Anchen replied, "About two hours." ”

Pointing to the candles covered in wax droplets, Sivir asked, "Have they ever dropped in height?" ”

Anchen looked at the candles, and she still had some memories of these only light sources in the darkness. The candle burned, and after a moment of silence, An Chen turned his head: "No." ”

During the Shurima period, there was a special method of making candles, but the method was so strange that it was forbidden and never used. Until the reign of a generation of kings of Shurima, who longed for immortality, he found the book on making candles and made eight of them. Once the candle is lit, it will not be extinguished, and when the candle is lit, the user's soul will find its way back in Hell with the light of the fire and return to the earth. In a sense, eternal life can be achieved.

The king made the candle but did not use it again, perhaps as a punishment for violating the taboo, and before the unquenchable candle could be made, the king died of illness. After these eight candles were made, they were never used again.

"So, why are these candles called taboo?" Anchen sat on a broken stone slab to the side and listened to Sivir's story.

Sivir said as he checked the height of the candles, "They're made of human fat. As he spoke, he took out a short ruler and measured the size in the air: "These eight are at least a thousand people." ”

"How do you know?" Cassiopeia got up from the rune array in the center of the platform and patted the dust on her hands: "There shouldn't be any records in these scandal books, right?" ”

Turning his head to look at Cassiopeia, Sivir continued to study the candle: "I have been to a tomb before, and the stone tablet inside has a record carved on it. I was still thinking that I had looked for these things, but it never worked. Looks like it was taken out."

As he spoke, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes when he looked at the candles: "The initial height of these eight candles should be about 20 centimeters, and now there are 16 centimeters, seventy percent new, and they can definitely be sold for a good price." Opea, you said you only wanted the Sun God Plate. "Sivir is usually very plain and even a little old-fashioned, but when it comes to business, he seems to be very shrewd.

Although I don't believe that this candle can really get people's souls out of hell, at least as a unique antiquity and special significance, there are still many nobles who will not hesitate to buy it.

"Whatever you want, die in your gold coins." Shaking his head, Cassiopeia said, checking the rune array under his feet, his face flickering.

Relieved to hear Cassiopeia's words, Sivir took out his gloves and wrap to wrap the candle.

Cassiopeia suddenly said, "Wait a minute. ”

"What's wrong?" Sivir looked at Cassiopeia suspiciously, since Cassiopeia made it clear that she didn't want candles, she wasn't worried that Opea would backtrack, after all, with Noxus's financial resources, she wouldn't care about these things.

"Anchen." Opaia looked hesitantly at the rune array on the ground: "The functions of these runes are stability, stagnation, stagnation, imprisonment, suppression, blocking, soothing, triggering, identification, and the final spatial interval. The combination of these runes, coupled with the immortal wax here, makes this place not like a sun altar at all, but more like a sealing altar. Are you really sure it's here? ”

Cassiopeia's question made Anchen stunned, she had obviously thought of this, but why didn't she pay attention at the time, it seemed that something made her ignore this. She seemed to notice something, but in the next moment, three blue lights suddenly burst out of the platform and rushed into the eyebrows of the three of them.

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It's already come to this point, how can I still let you go? A voice spoke, and a blue shadow emerged, a phantom with broken shackles on its body, and its eyes glowed with a dark blue light, like a demon.

The eyes of all three men became glazed, Anchen and Cassiopeia stood to the side, while Sivir slowly walked towards the center of the platform.

"Step, step..." With an unhurried step, Sivir's gaze looked straight ahead, she seemed to see something, and then raised her hand.

"Sen." Drawing a short knife from his back, Sivir pressed the blade against his wrist, and as the blade slashed, crimson blood spilled out and stained the altar red.

The wound on the wrist, the blood could not stop flowing, and the blood flowed down the grooves of the runes on the platform, dyeing the most central rune on the platform red.

After doing this, the blue shadow seemed to show a sneer and faded faintly. The three of them came to their senses, Xavier immediately pressed his wrist, and Anchen and Cassiopeia were ready to attack in an instant, looking around vigilantly.

They saw it, the man just now. The guy in blue.

The blood-stained runes in the platform lit up, and the light flickered.

"Boom! Boom, boom, boom. "The platform, not the mausoleum, the whole mausoleum trembled violently.

"I think we're having a lot of fun." An Chen looked at the top of the mausoleum above the platform, and countless sand and stones slipped down from it, and then a ray of light came through.

With a pale face, Sivir tied the wound on her wrist with a strip of cloth and removed the cross blade from her back, she was somewhat weak from the massive blood loss.

Cassiopeia didn't speak, knowing that the top of the mausoleum slowly opened from the center like a door, revealing the sky outside, and smiled coldly: "I think we might really be in the right place." ”

The next moment, several people felt the tremor under their feet, and the platform was rising, towards the sky above.

As the platform rises, the walls of the cave are collapsing, the entire mausoleum is collapsing, and stones and earth are mixed and falling from above, and finally, there is a crashing sound. The platform rose to the highest point, and this was already outside the mausoleum, which happened to be the center of the high platform of the ruined building complex that Anchen and the others first saw, the original place.

This three-hundred-meter platform, together with the entire complex, is the real altar of the sun.

Outside, the night had already passed, just between morning and noon, and the sun hung in the sky, shining violently on the platform, accompanied by high temperatures, like red flames.

Everything calmed down, and since An Chen glanced at each other, there didn't seem to be any danger.

"Bump!" A soft crash broke the silence.

An Chen frowned and looked down, the voice seemed to come from the mausoleum.

"Bump! Touch!! Touch!!! Touch!!!! Touch!!!!! "The impact is getting louder and louder, finally

With a deafening impact, the center of the platform exploded violently.

Sivir jumped high, dodging the exploding rock, and the blood-red rune array was also completely destroyed, and in the rune, a half-moon-shaped scimitar, passed through the ground, and Sensen stood there.

On the half-moon-like scimitar, the rusty sawtooth was silent in the sunlight, and An Chen licked his lips: "Who of you knows what the hell that is?" ”

Looking at the knife, Sivir and Cassiopeia's faces were very bad, they knew the style of this knife, and the pattern on the knife represented the identity of the owner.

Holding the cross sword in his hand, Xavier pursed his mouth, and in Cassiopeia's hand, the rune shimmered around.

Shurima level 17 hero, Butcher of the Desert, Renekton.

"Bang!" A dark shadow burst out, a huge shadow obscuring the sunlight.