"Kara. ”

The sound of the stone shattering rang out, causing Roddy to stop abruptly.

He was frightened by this voice, and without saying a word, he turned to look at the seal as if he was facing a great enemy-in other teams, Roddy's neurotic performance might have caused ridicule, but now everyone had an almost obsessive trust in Roddy, so they didn't ask, and immediately drew their swords and prepared for battle.

Merinthera was curious about the group's movements, but she was more worried about the seals on the side. Thinking of a possibility, her face couldn't help but look difficult, and she whispered to herself, "Could it be that the seal... Can't hold on?"

Roddy didn't answer her, but immediately began to verify: he once again turned on the "Demon Hunting Horizon" that lasted for a minute.

Colorful elemental lines appeared in the field of vision again, but this time Roddy found that there were many pale red "silk threads" in the air, and after turning his head to look around, he found that these blood-red silk threads actually floated up from the corpses of those snow monsters, and all converged towards one location...

He took a few steps towards the stone pile where Berranturu had been sealed, and found a dazzling red glow deep underground.

"It's... Sacrifice?"

Roddy immediately realized that this seemed to be some kind of evil ritual, as he could clearly see the words "Beranturu" and the slowly rising health bar. And when he relayed what he had seen to Myrinsella, the Shadow Dragon couldn't help but clench his hands and grit his teeth, "This may be a blood sacrifice! Its power has been suppressed after a single awakening, but its consciousness has not slept... I should have realized that there are so many corpses, and as a 'demigod', I will never let go..."

Her voice trembled a little, because if everything was correct, Beranturu might soon be able to resurrect again with the help of the corpses of these snow monsters!

The "demigods" are not the half-hung necromancers on the mainland, as long as there is the slightest opportunity to take advantage of them, they will do their best to restore their freedom and reshape their bodies...

Thinking of this possibility, Roddy and Milein Sera raised their gaze almost at the same time, glanced at each other, and then looked at the relief on the wall.

The circle similar to the "Tomb of the Eternal Night" appeared here, and the reason is already coming out!

At this moment, she didn't care about making up for the demeanor that a dragon should have, and said with a nervous face: "Luo Di, quickly find out the central point of action of this magic circle, its outer ring should have seven spiral radiation lines... The spell can only be opened when it is activated at a key location!"

"I'm looking for... Found it!"

Roddy immediately fixed his eyes on the relief, and successfully found the "center" of the circle that met Merinsera's description: "It's in the middle of the magic tower!

But he was interrupted in the middle of his sentence by a sudden earthquake.

The white palace shook violently with the sound of "click" cracking, and Akasha was in poor health, and sat on the ground at once—and in the center of the palace, the originally flat floor suddenly bulged upward, and countless cracks extended, and at the same time, everyone heard the heartbeat of "plopping" beneath the ground...

"The Blood Sacrifice can't be stopped..."

Melinthala's face turned pale instantly, but Roddy, who had already written down the activation spell on the side, pulled up Akasha and shouted loudly amid the roar of the stones not breaking open and falling, "There is no time! I will activate the circle now, you go and lead it over!"

This was actually the only option at the moment, and even if Roddy didn't say it, Merinthera planned to do it - because only Roddy could activate the circle, and she was the only one who could compete with Berrantulu.

But after confirming this simple battle plan in two sentences, she reached out and pressed the wound in her abdomen that had never healed, and she was inexplicably a little stunned in her heart.

As a high-level species, the dragon always has an indescribable premonition of "fate", and the world around it seems to be collapsing, and Merinsela always has a feeling in the dark... This may be his last battle.

The call of the dragon god is approaching, and it seems that he is about to reach the end of his life with hatred...

But such a thought was abruptly interrupted by Roddy-

"Number of Life Elixirs!"

"Team 1 is running out!"

"I still have two bottles of Intermediate Healing here!"

"Then bring them all, Akasha, all the divine blessings!"

"Sodrore, shield!"

The teams that have fought side by side for countless times have long been tacitly understood, and a series of orders have barely been finished, and one arrangement after another has been implemented.

The two bottles of potion were thrown over by Roddy, and Mai Linsera instinctively reached out to take it, and then felt a golden light envelop her whole body, and the feeling of accelerated healing of the wound made her a little stunned for a while.

And when Roddy approached with a stack of gear, the Shadow Dragon, who wanted to say something, felt a choke in her throat - after years of fighting alone, she had almost forgotten the feeling of having someone to help her.

However, dragons also have their own pride, armor weapons and other things have always been weak things in their eyes, and they trust their claws and scales the most, so when Roddy handed over the shield and battle axe in her hand, her face stiffened and she wanted to refuse.

"Dragons... Never use weapons..."

But Roddy didn't have the slightest respect for the dragon's customs, and raised his hand to put the shield made from the skull of the frost dragon Vesam on her arm, and handed over the battle axe from Sauron, the "King of Ten Thousand Axes".

"When is it going to be a shame to lose face... Try to hold out for five minutes, and I'll be ready for everything in the Magic Tower!"

Roddy's posture didn't look like he was facing a dragon, he let go of the axe handle, turned around and made a tactical gesture: "Retreat!

"Yes!"

"Understood!"

After an answer, the team of thirteen staggered towards the palace in the second wave of the earthquake, and quickly disappeared from Merinsella's field of vision...

Roddy glanced back as he left the gate, his eyes flashing with the Mark of the Dragon Slayer's eyes and the Shadow Dragon's gaze meeting again, and he raised his hand to make a "good luck" gesture - but Merin Sera didn't respond, just stood there with a shield and a battle axe with a calm expression.

"The dragons are really calm enough..."

With a sigh, Roddy followed the team and accelerated his retreat towards the magic tower.

But he didn't know that at the moment when he looked away, Merinthera bit her lip lightly, and stopped talking...

The Shadow Dragon Clan has always been known for its arrogance, even in the generally arrogant Dragon Clan, they are still the one that values status and identity the most, to put it bluntly, just like the bloodline of the "founding nobles" of the human world, even if it declines in the future, it still has an unattainable superiority in its bones. Loved since childhood, and influenced by the customs of the clan, Merinsela has always been dismissive of "humans", "high elves", or other races.

"It's just inconsequential reptiles, and they're inconspicuous in the course of time. ”

This was what Merinthra's father taught her - and from the dragon's point of view, it was true: in the eyes of dragons who lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, humans were like mayflies that died in the morning. Therefore, when communicating with other races, although the Shadow Dragons are not lacking in politeness on the surface, the contempt in their hearts will always exist.

If it weren't for the upheaval of circumstances, I'm afraid Merinsela would have been like this for the rest of her life...

But now?

Looking at the shrinking corpses around her, the ground that was gradually cracking, and the breath that was expanding in front of her, she sighed faintly and clenched the battle axe in her hand.

"Other races... Is it really inconspicuous?"

After seeing Solomon's amazing handwriting, and experiencing the tenacity of Luo Di and others under the stormy seas, she insisted on the identity of the dragon clan in her heart... It's already a lot more indifferent unconsciously.

However, this emotion did not last for a few seconds, and the shaking of the ground made her eyes gradually become solemn - the seal of Bolanturu seemed to have infinite suction, and it was accelerating the absorption of the energy escaping from the surroundings, and the red silk thread that only Roddy could observe had now turned into a visible blood flow to the naked eye...

"Plop, plop—"

As her heartbeat accelerated, she watched a spherical blood-red cocoon emerge from the ground, which felt like a spring sprout, but anyone could see that the guy in the blood cocoon was definitely not a good stubble!

Naturally, she didn't want to watch it grow, she took a deep breath, and after bowing her head and complaining about the material of the dragon bone shield, she raised her battle axe and slashed down at the blood cocoon in front of her with all her might...

"You mean, there are a lot of snow monster corpses used for experiments in the magic tower, and there is only one trace of one person's use?"

"Yes, and there's a magic circle at the top of the tower that controls and monitors the entire city, and it looks like... The battlefield is the same as the sand table. ”

Roddy and Akasha had a brief conversation as they ran, and the magic tower in front of him was getting closer and closer, but Roddy's heart was also uneasy - he had memorized the lengthy spell mechanically by repeating it countless times in his mind, but whether this formation really had the same effect as Merin Sera said, he actually had no idea in his heart.

With such a thing as a magic circle, the slightest deviation can lead to a difference of 108,000 miles. How to start and what to pay attention to after starting are even more varied. In this regard, one's own "player experience" is useless at all, after all, no one in the game meditates every day to study the mysteries of spells, because everyone knows that it is fiction...

But Roddy thinks differently from others.

In the copy of this area, he has penetrated the "outer city wall" countless times, and the "King's Mausoleum" has just walked around, and the only thing that is not clear is the "magic tower area" that has not even entered the tower before. So he learned a little bit of information from Akasha as soon as possible, and immediately connected these seemingly chaotic clues gradually...

Solomon experimented with a large number of snow monsters here, apparently not for the purpose of reselling organs. If Roddy wasn't clear before, then combined with clues such as the "oversized armor" found in Taal Lake and the outer city wall area, no matter how stupid he was, he could figure out the other party's purpose - Solomon was to create a snow monster army!

The armor, the baggage, and even the walls of the city were all tailor-made for this army of snow monsters.

Roddy couldn't help but think of a complete and reasonable story line in his mind: Solomon was expelled from the High Elves Upper Arcane Society, and he engaged in biological research here with hatred, in order to create an unstoppable army of snow monsters to take revenge... However, his research inadvertently provoked the powerful Berlanturu and sealed him away after a fierce battle.

This is what happened in this area thousands of years ago.