"Still, I don't think those people will give us those two boxes easily." Wang Mo looked around, hesitated for a moment, and said.

"Of course, before you came, I sent a total of thirteen mirror images here to investigate, each mirror image only survived for ten seconds after appearing because of the previous vomiting feeling, but I also got some information, most of the NPCs here are in level seventy to eighty, civilians are ordinary creatures, and soldiers are elite." The black-robed mage said.

"Is there a legendary and epic existence?" Wang Mo asked.

"I don't know, but even if there were, there wouldn't be too many, otherwise they wouldn't be so easily wiped out by the undead scourge, and what I mean by this is that with the strength of the two of us, it is also feasible to slaughter the entire city and then take away those treasures." The black-robed mage said coldly.

Wang Mo nodded, the NPCs in these games should have died thousands of years ago, and now Wang Mo What they see is mostly real and false illusions, and there is no guilt in killing these people.

"Let's go into the city and take a look, and be careful." Wang Mo said and walked forward.

The black-robed mage also followed behind, his eyes constantly vigilant around, just like that, the two walked to the entrance of the city, saying that it was a city, but in fact it was more like a cottage, even the city walls and gates were wooden, and when Wang Mo and the black-robed mage walked here, they were stopped by the guards guarding the door.

“&…… （*%&…… ￥……%￥”

This group of guys said something that Wang Mo didn't understand at all, Wang Mo couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the black-robed mage, who also shook his head, neither of them seemed to understand what these people said.

Wang Mo was silent for a moment, as if he had suddenly thought of something. Take a smaller wand from your backpack and perform a magic trick. The tip of the staff glowed with a glowing blue light, and seeing Wang Mo's actions, the two guards couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Wang Mo swiped the tip of the staff in the air, drawing out the meaning of an ancient lingua franca of friendship.

These guys don't necessarily know the ancient lingua franca, but five thousand years ago, the words friendly and hostile in the ancient lingua franca were used to express attitudes throughout the continent.

Seeing Wang Mo casually draw two words in the air, the two of them seemed to understand something. After looking at Wang Mo, the black-robed mage was wearing a cloak and a hood, holding a magic staff, dressed as a typical mage. Quickly and respectfully stepped aside. Talking about something, and nodding and saluting from time to time, his attitude was really respectful. Wang Mo was a little caught off guard.

"What's the matter, why are these people so respectful to us?" Wang Mo was at a loss, and at the same time, he subconsciously raised his steps, walked towards the city, and turned his head to ask the black-robed mage.

The black-robed mage also came up and thought about it. said: "Probably because the two of us are mages. ”

Glancing at one of the guards who had already followed, he continued, "If the time here is five thousand years ago. At that time, near the Tower of Dawn, I guess I had the same respect for magic as I did for a god. ”

"Probably think of us as the mages of the Tower of Dawn, those mages should be regarded as VIPs here, these natives don't understand magic, so they naturally think that it is a power that only gods can grasp." The black-robed mage said.

Wang Mo nodded, it seems that this group of guards misunderstood, but Wang Mo didn't break it, anyway, his purpose is just the hand of time, and if he can find a way to enter the city well, he can't ask for it.

A guard guarding the door followed, respectfully leading Wang Mo and the two towards a certain building, Wang Mo thought about it, and then walked up to follow, and the black-robed mage quickly followed.

On the way, Wang Mo kept thinking, although the time here was five thousand years ago, and the undead natural disaster had not yet ravaged here, but for what, the hand of time wanted to teleport the two of them back to this time.

Thinking about it, the guard had already taken Wang Mo and the black-robed mage to a wooden house, walked up the stairs, entered the house, a puff of white smoke wafted in, and the house seemed to be boiling tea, when Wang Mo and the black-robed mage came in, they saw an old man in a cloth robe coming from the house.

The old man and the guard chatted for a few words, then turned his head to look at Wang Mo and the two respectfully, and said in a somewhat stiff language: "The two are the mages from the Tower of Dawn, please rest here for a while, and tea and meals will be served to the two of you soon." ”

Wang Mo and the black-robed mage glanced at each other, Wang Mo gave the latter an improvisable look, and first sat down at the table in the room under the guidance of the old man.

"Listen to what this NPC means, it seems that they have had a discussion with the Tower of Dawn before, and they will send mages here, and they will treat us as those mages who come." Wang Mo sat on the table and pondered, "What do you think, it doesn't seem to be as simple as slaughtering the city and then taking away the treasure. ”

"It was the hand of time that you wanted to teleport me." The black-robed mage said lightly, but it was the key to the point, "The most important thing now is to find out what era the current time is." ”

Wang Mo's eyes couldn't help but light up, and nodded, this guy in front of him does seem to have a lot of experience in taking risks alone, and the reaction in this case, even Wang Mo is a little ashamed, Wang Mo is strong in his skills and attributes, but these experiences are very inferior to some people.

In his previous life, Wang Mo was not a player who liked to adventure alone, he was more inclined to level up and participate in team dungeons.

"Asking those NPCs directly if it would be abrupt." Wang Mo looked around, and there was nothing clearly marked with time.

"Take care of my surroundings and give me three minutes." The black-robed mage directly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and made a magic gesture in his hand, and a golden light flashed, entering a meditative state.

Wang Mo nodded, the mage has a magic called omniscience, and there are many similar magics, the role of this kind of magic is that when the mage encounters some relatively out-of-the-ordinary problems, or problems with strong immediacy, he can use this magic to solve his own doubts, and occasionally succeed.

Wang Mo sat there. After waiting for three minutes, the black-robed mage raised his head again.

"It's about five thousand and thirteen years ago." The black-robed mage paused. "It's about May, summer."

Wang Mo's hand holding the tea shook slightly, a trace of surprise appeared on his face, and he smiled bitterly after a while: "It can't be such a coincidence, the legend of Callandor is in 8013, if it is 5,0013 years ago, it is exactly 3000 years ago, I remember that it was this year that the undead natural disaster broke out for the first time in the form of a plague." ”

As soon as Wang Mo's words fell, the black-robed mage didn't have time to answer. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the eyes of the two fell at the same time, and the old man who seemed to have a high status in the city before hurriedly walked in, followed by a middle-aged man. Babbling something.

"Master Mage. This is the third of the month, and this strange disease has been spreading among the tribes, and it will continue like this. I'm afraid we're all going to die. The old man eagerly walked up to Wang Mo and the two, and said with a sad face, the jungle oil paint on his face made him look funny.

Wang Mo and the black-robed mage glanced at each other, and a solemn atmosphere gradually spread, adding the words of this old man at this time. made both of them understand something in unison.

"Please take us to see it." After pondering for a moment, Wang Mo stood up. Said.

The old man nodded hurriedly, took Wang Mo and the two of them out of the hut, and came to the open space outside the house, at this time there was already a large number of people here, but no one dared to approach the center of the open space, seeing Wang Mo and others coming, people got out of the way, and Wang Mo walked in.

"This is ......" Seeing the scene clearly, Wang Mo couldn't help but gasp.

At this time, in the center of the crowd, there was a young man in his twenties lying on the ground, convulsing in pain, as if something was devouring his internal organs and flesh, his face was full of pain, the skin on his body seemed to be withered, and the blood vessels were clearly exposed, and in the blood vessels, there was a faint blue-green mist, accompanied by his breathing, and even spit out of the body.

And this body had been scratched by himself in many places because of the pain, and a large amount of blood flowed to the ground, but he himself was unheard, and occasionally let out a roar that was not like a human voice.

This scene is all too familiar to Wang Mo.

Just when Wang Mo was watching this scene in shock, the elderly man next to him came to Wang Mo's side, and said with a sad face: "This is the third one this month, everyone has this strange disease, and then tortures themselves to death after the end, we really don't know how to deal with it." ”

"Who are you, old gentleman?" Wang Mo turned his head and asked kindly.

"I am the elder of the village of the Natay tribe, you can call me Mooy." Wang Mo's attitude seemed to flatter the NPC old man, and he hurriedly said.

"Elder Mooy, where did you bury the remains of those two dead men?" Wang Mo's face gradually became serious and asked.

"According to our custom here, they are all buried at the back of the village, and there are few wild beasts in that direction, and the gate of the village is always open." The NPC elder was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Before Wang Mo could speak, the black-robed mage stepped forward, glanced at the NPCs on the ground, and raised his palms gently, and the surrounding NPCs watched his actions with hope, as if they hoped that he could do something to save this person.

However, the next move of the black-robed mage made everyone's eyes widen except for Wang Mo, only to see a blue light flash, and the person who was struggling in pain was instantly cut into seven or eight sections, and another blue light flashed, directly turning into debris.

“&￥&%……*%！” Wang Mo could clearly feel that the people around him were angry, they roared loudly, saying words they couldn't understand, and the eyes of the Elder Mu Yi looking at the two of them gradually changed.

It's also normal that they don't understand.

"Elder, not only this person, but also the two people you have buried, you must find them all and completely destroy their corpses, otherwise it will cause a catastrophe." Wang Mo was silent for a moment and said, "And from today onwards, you have to carefully check anything you have touched, except for food and drink, even the places you pass by, and the clothes you wear, you must thoroughly check them." ”

"This and this......" The old man looked at Wang Mo dumbfounded, and after a while, he gasped for breath and said, "What are you doing." ”

"I'll tell you now, I probably won't understand it, it's something called the Scourge Plague, they will enter the body of living beings through various means and even air, and turn it into terrible killing machines and war monsters, a small village like this, even if only a few monsters like that appear, are enough to destroy this place." Wang Mo thought about it, but still said it truthfully.

"Those who have this plague will torture themselves to death and then resurrect themselves as terrible monsters."

Wang Mo didn't know why he wanted to interfere in the ravages of the undead natural calamity, if he and the black-robed mage didn't interfere at all, then I am afraid that it would not be long before the undead natural calamity, which already showed signs of invading here, would completely destroy this civilization.

Since Wang Mo was teleported here by the Hand of Time, he had also thought of directly slaughtering the city and then getting the Hand of Time, but now it seems that it is not feasible.

And why do you want to forcibly change history and protect this place from the hands of the undead natural disaster, Wang Mo doesn't know, he does it completely out of instinct, maybe without affecting himself, human beings are still beautiful creatures.

The elder looked at Wang Mo dumbfounded, and after a while, he finally understood Wang Mo's words a little, nodded reluctantly, and went to arrange it.

"You're going to intervene in changing the history of the undead and destroying this place?" The black-robed mage stepped forward, glanced at Wang Mo, and his tone gradually turned cold, "Some dreams are better not to do, the iron hooves of the natural disaster army, even the legendary strong can only be crushed, but you and I can't stop it." ”

"Then what else." Wang Mo suddenly asked rhetorically.

The black-robed mage was slightly stunned.

"We were teleported here, the purpose is indeed that the fragment of the legend is true, but it shouldn't be able to go up and get it directly, after all, the things in this should all be illusory, I think this illusion is more like some kind of test for us, only if we pass, the ban on the hand of time outside will be lifted, and I can take away the real hand of time." Wang Mo let out a breath and said, "Maybe you want us to meddle in history and change this tragedy." ”

"And there's another fragment of my legend." The black-robed mage raised his head and glanced at the altar, "I don't think those two things will be fake, the ability of the Hand of Time is to manipulate time, and it may be true here five thousand years ago." ”

"Although there are no system prompts and task prompts, and I don't know what your intentions are." Wang Mo shrugged his shoulders, "But I'm going to take a look at the situation here first, and if possible, try to ensure that the undead natural disaster doesn't spread here." ”

The black-robed mage's eyes fell on Wang Mo, as if it was the first time he saw him, he looked him up and down again, and after a while, he suddenly smiled for some reason, held his staff, and walked towards the altar.

Wang Mo narrowed his eyes, this guy, he wouldn't really want to break the rules to take that thing directly, Wang Mo felt that the success rate was really minimal.

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