"I can't say it either." Completely ignoring Ferdinand's scorching gaze like lava, Zhukov stared down for a long time before finally spitting out a nonsense that was not nutritious.

But before the high-ranking mage could speak angrily, Naga inexplicably added: "I remember that there seems to be a strange-looking mark drawn on the chest of those golden dummies. ”

"What kind of mark? Make it clear! ”

Symbols or insignia are one of the best characteristics to identify a school of magic, and Ferdinand couldn't help but clench his fists.

"It's a weird mark, and it doesn't look like anything. It's just two concentric circles, and there's a big olive pit on the outside...", Naga began to gesture with her six arms as she struggled to remember.

However, it is clear that Zhukov did not take any formal art classes as a child, and even if he did, then his art must have been taught by a physical education teacher.

Seeing Naga drawing strange circles in the air with abstract and postmodernist stream-of-consciousness techniques, Ferdinand really wanted to summon a thunderbolt of lightning to kill her. What are you-horse comparing to? Why does it look like you're doing the eighth set of radio gymnastics? What a blind man!

It's a pity that all the information about the magical relics at the moment has to be mined from these nagas. Therefore, no matter how impatient he is, the high-level mage can only endure it first, and he must also maintain a homely tone that is not salty or light, for fear that the other party will detect his true thoughts and backfire.

As for the other doubts and vigilances that had been haunting Ferdinand's mind before, they had long been discarded by this time.

"Eyes! The mark was like a half-drooping red eye. The kind that didn't wake up! ”

When Zhukov continued to do "radio gymnastics" hard, suddenly, Tchaikov on the other side seemed to have a flash of inspiration and described.

"Red eyes? Could it be..."

When he heard this, the goblin high-level mage's mind suddenly thundered violently like a volcanic eruption.

It is pitiful to see that there are many people who use the pattern of their eyes as their own unique magic marks and badges in the history of magic in Bracada for nearly 10,000 years, but the only one of them is the hero before the "Ice Apocalypse" Lily. Serena".

Lily. Serena, what a name. Even in that era of miracles, Serena was a shining star that could not be ignored.

"Serena's Crimson Gaze". This legendary spell that was said to be able to cause a dragon to fall with just a pair of eyes came from Lily. Serena's great masterpiece of magic. And it is precisely because of this exclusive magic that is almost unimaginably terrifying. Serena's magic badge marked by "Blood Clotting Eyes" will also be widely spread and known to the world.

Suppose the Nagas dig up Lily. Serena's hidden tomb, then there is a good chance that there are some extremely rare treasures or magic books and scrolls in the tomb. It is even possible that there is a spell book in which Zài records "Serena's Crimson Gaze". And once you can get them. Predictable. It won't be long. Ferdinand could hope to truly challenge for the throne of the Grand Arcanist. One day, he even had the opportunity to become an incomparable hero like Serena.

And when he thought of all of the above, the goblin high-level mage simply had a violent impulse of "beast blood boiling". I can't wait to get my hands on the treasures and tomes from Serena right away.

"So... You guys... Did you find anything in the cemetery? Suppressing the impulse in his heart, Ferdinand asked word by word.

"Hey, don't mention it. It took a lot of effort to enter the tomb, but when I actually went in, it was an empty 'rat nest'. Nothing! At the mention of this, Tchaikov's face was immediately full of helplessness and sadness, as if an old farmer who had been busy all the year round had been robbed of all his harvest by the landlord.

"Impossible!"

The goblin high-level mage couldn't hold back any longer, and roared angrily.

And seeing Ferdinand's sudden gaffe, not only Naga and the others, but even the other goblin guards on the wall were very surprised.

"Ahem... You... Remember it again! How could a mausoleum so heavily guarded be completely empty? Isn't there a clue or even a needle that catches your attention? As if sensing the strangeness in the eyes of the people around him, the high-level mage immediately used a few dry coughs to cover up his gaffe, and then softened his breath and said.

"Nope." The three Naga brothers looked at each other pretending to look at each other and shook their heads in unison.

"This... Yes! Ferdinand couldn't help but sigh again.

"This... Not really..."

"You guys!"

Facing the three-headed Naga who was not soaked in oil and salt, the high-level mage only felt that he was about to leave his anger.

Lie!

There is no doubt that Naga is lying!

The High Mage would never believe that an ancient mausoleum, heavily guarded by Servants of Tranquility and other magical golems, would be as open and empty as Yang Bailao's safe. Because this is not at all reasonable, and it is also contrary to the records of the excavation of the ruins of the past dynasties.

Unless the Naga were lying, they hadn't found any lost tombs in Mount Karaka, and all of that qiē was just the product of some nonsense. But what about the narrative of the Silent Servant and the "Blood-Clotted Eyes"? Did Naga make it up herself?

Jokes aside, if Naga, who is basically equated with illiteracy, could concoct a fiction story that fits the laws of magic and history, Ferdinand would have believed that Croulod's Beamon barbarians would also be able to come to Bracada as a guest professor to teach magic.

So, the only explanation is that Naga concealed what she found in the ruins.

Hehe, these nagas, whose brains are as mixed as borscht, although most of the time they are stupid to make people laugh, but on some occasions they still retain a bit of cunning and cleverness like a small peasant, and finally understand the simple truth of "wealth is not exposed".

"Heh, you don't have to be nervous, I'm just curious." Thinking like this, Ferdinand changed his smile again and said slowly: "To be honest, I am also an archaeology enthusiast. You should know that a magician like me is interested in monuments and antiquities. Of course, if you have something like that, I'm more than willing to buy it. ”

After speaking, the goblin high-level mage waved his hand, signaling the goblin chain hammer hand like Sean beside him to step back, leaving only the ten personal war iron fists to continue to defend the side. Apparently clearing the venue for the subsequent "business negotiations".

"This..."

Hearing Ferdinand's words, the three Naga brothers looked at each other again, and their faces were different.

Seeing this scene, the high-level mage became more and more convinced that the other party must be hiding something.

After a few hurried whispers, at last, Tchaikov, as the eldest brother, opened his mouth: "That's right, we did find some small things in the Karaka Mountains. But it's not much, and I can't tell what it is. ”

Hmph, idiot! Ancient magical treasures are certainly not something you can recognize. Ferdinand was glad that Naga had finally relented, but he felt disdain in his heart.

"It's okay, you can talk about anything, you can talk about it." The High Mage smiled unusually kindly, but the look in his eyes was as fierce and longing as that of first love.

"This—" Tchaikov seemed to be a little concerned and hesitant.

"Big brother, that, it's just that lamp, it doesn't look like a valuable commodity anyway, take it out and show it to him first." On the side, the active Chekov began to whisper.

And benefiting from Naga's loud voice, Ferdinand also heard this, and immediately became more determined in his heart.

"Okay."

After another "twist", Tchaikov finally nodded, and then groped around his waist for a long time, and finally took out the "magic lamp".

In the darkness of the night, an antique bronze lamp appeared in front of Ferdinand's eyes. On the slender nozzle, a pale blue bean fire that seemed to be empty and had no temperature burned leisurely, while a faint blue light rose and fell in the belly of the lamp with a rusty spot.

"This! This one! This is! ”

And when Ferdinand saw the magic lamp for the first time, his gaze could no longer move. It seems that Wang Ba looked at mung beans, the pervert met the milk pocket, and the monster saw Tang monk meat.

"Look, just find such a little broken lamp! I don't know what it is used for, except that it can shine without adding oil. Tchaikov didn't care about the strange expression of the high-ranking mage, and said to himself.

"Oh, oh... Such an oil lamp..."

Hearing Naga's nagging, Ferdinand finally came back to his senses, barely collected his greed, and spoke. However, in his heart, the monstrous waves like landslides and tsunamis are still rolling.

What little broken lights? And add lamp oil!? These eyeless naga are simply blasphemy!

What kind of oil lamp is this, it is clearly the magic lamp that belongs to the legendary ancient Grand Arcanist! According to the history of magic, the magic lamp is a new alchemical lifeform created by the ancient grand arcanists, which not only carries many magical mysteries belonging to the grand arcanist, but also may have terrifying strength beyond ordinary high-level.

Surely yes, this magic lamp must belong to Lily. Serena's precious funerary goods. It is even possible that the alchemical life in the magic lamp has been endowed with the legendary spell "Serena's Crimson Gaze".

Definitely, definitely, I must get it!

At this moment, a voice that resounded through the heavens and the earth kept rumbling in the soul of the goblin high-level mage.

At the same time, there was also a hint of invisible pride in the eyes of the three-headed Naga.

Well, the bait has been dropped, and now it's up to the big fish to take the bait. (To be continued......)