Wang Mo stood in place, watching the black-robed mage walk towards the altar step by step, without any movement, looking at what this guy meant, it seemed that he wanted to directly remove the items on the top of the altar.

The black-robed mage's footsteps were also very firm, gently stepping on the ground, approaching the altar step by step, and stretched out Bai Xuan's palm towards the stairs, at this moment, his fingertips suddenly touched the void, and with a soft sound, a layer of golden enchantment instantly emerged, and the black-robed mage had touched the nails of the enchantment, and it corroded into nothingness in an instant.

"Huh?" The black-robed mage stood in place, looking at the barrier with some surprise, looking at his disappeared nails, and then turning his head to look around, there were many tribesmen around, looking at him with strange expressions, while casually walking through the barrier, coming and going down on the altar.

"Why do these people be free to enter and exit this altar, I can't." Withdrawing his hand, the black-robed mage said with some reluctance.

Wang Mo turned his head to look aside, at this time, Elder Namui had already arranged everything, and he didn't seem to have recovered from the shock, he turned his head to look at Wang Mo, and when he saw the black-robed mage standing in front of the altar, he immediately understood something, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Two mages, the altar of our clan has been free for only our people to enter and exit since ancient times, and no other creature can enter or leave." The old man said.

"What's on the top of the altar?" Wang Mo couldn't help asking.

"It is said that the ancient ancestors sought for the magic weapons that were left to guard the tribe, and at critical moments, they would exert great power to protect the tribe from danger." Look at the top of the altar

The old man's cloudy eyes gradually showed a hint of serenity and reassurance, and he said.

Wang Mo glanced at the shadow of the black-robed mage and shook his head

Leaving here on his own and returning to the hut, although Wang Mo's time is also very tight now, he still wants to stay and see how things will develop first, and he has not received any system prompts so far, which makes him a little uneasy.

With the existence of that barrier, it is almost impossible to forcibly seize the fragment of the legend.

After denying the method of forcible seizure, Wang Mo suddenly recalled another thing, as a reborn person

Wang Mo knows that many players in this life don't know the secrets of Lu Dao for the time being.

The so-called war of extermination, as the name suggests, is that the purpose of the war is to completely exterminate the other race, and because this war is too tragic and lasts too long, when the war is over, no one can even say the exact date of the outbreak of the undead disaster.

I only know that the road is in the year 3,000, but I don't know the specific date of the road.

And this puzzle was solved in the fourth year of the game through the efforts of players in previous lives, at the beginning of the outbreak of the undead natural disaster

It was very secretive, it was just a large plague at first, and it wasn't until the second year that anyone knew that it was the Scourge Legion, and the plague would break out for a period of time after every place it spread.

After the outbreak of the natural plague, it will slaughter all the living beings in that area, resurrect them as necromancy, and then hide until the last scale has been formed, and then start attacking the intelligent civilization.

And in Wang Mo's memory, the time when the Cataclysmic Legion spread to the resting place, that is, the period when the undead fierce land not far from here is not far from now, and the Cataclysmic Legion will soon be assembled on a large scale outside this forest, and when the time comes, this small village will definitely not be able to escape the fate of being destroyed.

Wang Mo and his temporary companion returned to the first day of five thousand years ago, and it passed so peacefully, during this day, Wang Mo did nothing except occasionally take a turn in this village and talk to the NPCs, and the NPCs here have great respect for Wang Mo as a mage.

There are also occasional goods for sale in this clan, but Wang Mo has no currency that can be used to buy at all, he has seen a lot of good things that only existed five thousand years ago and are now out of print, but he can't get his hands on them.

In addition, Wang Mo also tried to contact players from the outside world, but no matter who he talked to, he couldn't get through, and the game forum couldn't be opened, but he could quit the game, just quit the game and then go online, no matter how long he spent outside the game, it seemed to be just a moment in this world.

The black-robed mage was also offline once during the period, and in less than 1 second after he went offline, he went online again, but according to his dictation, he stayed outside for at least half an hour.

In the ancient world realm constructed by this hand of time, the time seems to be completely out of sync with Carlando's time and real time, even if Wang Mo and the two stay here for a long time, as long as there is still one person online, the system will fine-tune the time, creating an illusion that similar time will not flow.

Under such circumstances, Wang Mo and the black-robed mage stayed in this clan for two days, and in these two days, the two of them did nothing, occasionally left the village, and they didn't go far outside, and in these two days, there were also people infected with natural disasters and plagues one after another.

For those who were infected with the plague, of course, Wang Mo eliminated them all directly and without mercy, and Wang Mo also knew that this was very cruel for those NPCs, but there was only one way.

As a result, the entire tribe was gradually filled with fear of both of them, and only Elder Namui was convinced of their "messenger ...... from the Tower of Dawn".

This situation lasted until a week later, and in the evening, Wang Mo and the black-robed mage sat in the hut drinking tea, quietly waiting for time to pass, and they looked like they couldn't do anything for a week.

"I'm wondering if I should wait for the Undead Scourge to eradicate this place before I can get it." The black-robed mage suddenly spoke and said lightly.

"It would be nice to be able to do that." Wang Mo shook his head. "Hmm...... But it's not impossible. ”

"Shhhh......h

His eyes turned to the window

When he smelled a familiar smell, Wang Mo immediately understood something.

"It's a scourge of the dead." Wang Mo said lightly.

The black-robed mage turned his head and looked at him in surprise

Wang Mo glanced back lightly: "There's nothing strange about it, I just know the approximate time of the outbreak of the undead natural disaster." ”

"Do you want to go outside and have a look?" Hearing Wang Mo say this, the black-robed mage also relaxed, looked at Wang Mo's expression, and chuckled, "Don't you want to save this NPC clan." ”

"I'm not that kind." Wang Mo shook his head, "During this time, helping NPCs get rid of those who have been contaminated with the undead natural disaster is just something that I can do, but I don't have the confidence to face the iron hooves of the natural disaster legion, at this time, self-protection is the most important, although I don't know what will happen to the death here, but I don't have the habit of facing death anytime and anywhere." ”

"We've been here for a week." The black-robed mage pondered for a moment and said, "There is no system prompt, no mission objectives, it is as if the hand of time has teleported us here, just to let us see a tragedy whose outcome is already doomed, and then after the destruction of the stockade, take the equipment and leave." ”

The moonlight outside became more and more red, and the terrible screams and roars resounded outside the house, and the yin wind was howling, but inside the hut, Wang Mo and the two continued to talk as if they hadn't heard it.

"You think it's going to be that simple." Wang Mo shook his head, "In the world realm of the legend of Kalandor in 8013, there was only one item in the ruins of the forest, the Hand of Time, even if we went through this, the ban on the Hand of Time might be lifted, and what we could get after the most was only the Hand of Time."

Wang Mo's words fell lightly, the hood of the black-robed mage trembled suddenly, he clenched the magic branch, and a cold metallic voice also came out: "What do you want to say." ”

"If this is really the world realm of five thousand years ago, then another fragment of a legendary item that you saw in the mirror image before, which may exist, was lost at this time, resulting in only the hand of time remaining there later, that is, if we don't care about anything, the last thing may be that I will return with a full load." A faint smile lifted at the corner of Wang Mo's mouth, "And you......

Empty handed. ”

Wang Mo is not wrong at all, if this is really a real five thousand years ago, not an illusion, but the hand of time used the power of the golden dragon to teleport the two back to this time, then when this ends, if the ban on the hand of time is lifted, Wang Mo can harvest the hand of time, but the other piece of equipment will be completely lost.

Moreover, Wang Mo felt that the difficulty of obtaining that piece of equipment was higher than that of the same hand of time, and he didn't know how much, it could only be obtained in such a complicated and troublesome way, and if he was not careful, there was a possibility that it would be out of print, such a legendary item would at least not be worse than the Soul Energy Gauntlet.

Wang Mo doesn't like to tear up his promises to people who are not enemies, otherwise he would want to fight for it.

The one that once stayed with the Hand of Time, another piece of legendary equipment.

As soon as Wang Mo's words fell, he only heard a bang, the black-robed mage had already rushed out of the hall with his staff, Wang Mo sat on the table, looking out leisurely, although Wang Mo did not plan to forcibly snatch another piece of equipment, but there was no need to fight for the harvest of another person.

Although they came to explore together, I'm afraid that both of them had the heart to work hard.

The wild roar and terrible howl outside were even more deafening, Wang Mo looked outside, and after a while, suddenly a dazzling blue light suddenly rose outside, spinning and rising wildly, and the sound of sharp shooting was endless, and the earth began to shake violently, Wang Mo just watched quietly.

After waiting for about ten minutes, feeling that the light outside had subsided a little, Wang Mo stood up, walked to the door of the hut with a teacup, and opened the wooden door.

The cold wind blew in at night, and the scene outside was even more chilling, not surprising to Wang Mo's expectations, almost all of the ground was sticky flesh and blood, filthy bones, and corpses that were bubbling with green plague mist, in the center of it all, the black-robed mage was standing there holding a magic staff.

After Wang Mo came out, he just saw him stuff something on his chest back into the cloak.

"You can get rid of them all, in the regular army of the Undead Scourge, ordinary ghouls and skeletons should be about level sixty to eighty elite creatures, it's really not easy." Wang Mo's gaze swept around, "There are also a hundred-level abomination corpse, and a ninety-level spider small."

……”

"This stockade is still finished, but I keep the things." The black-robed mage's voice became colder and colder, "I called you, but I didn't just give you a hand of time, when it was time to contribute, it would be better to help a little." ”

Wang Mo looked around, the natural disaster plague is a chronic disease, the few that broke out before are only a few, according to Wang Mo's view, I am afraid that half of the people in this village are infected with the natural disaster plague, tonight they broke out together, the destruction of this village is almost inevitable, there are several similar villages around here, I am afraid the end is similar, it is simply a powerless thing.

"The Hand of Time teleports us back to 5,000 years ago, doesn't it just want us to see this kind of thing?" Wang Mo was also thinking about it, not only had he never encountered such a situation, but he had never heard of it even in his previous life.

At this moment, the two suddenly received a system prompt.

"System Prompt: Destruction of the Itar Tribal Camp: Wai, Casualties: 98%, Number of Ritual Weapons Retained: 2, Time Trial Over, Enchantment Lifted."

System prompt? Wang Mo was stunned, time trial? Is that the name of this trip?

"It's been so long to engage in so many mysteries and fame, and after the worst of it, don't you still wait for the natural disaster to break out, and then we can kill all the natural disaster monsters." The black-robed mage shook his head as he spoke, and walked to the altar, "The barrier has been lifted, and it's time to collect the loot." ”

Wang Mo frowned slightly, there is no reason, the legend of Carlando could not do such a nonsensical thing for no reason, first teleported the two of them over, and spent a week here, and then inexplicably came a natural disaster plague outbreak of not very large scale.

Just stop the small-scale outbreak of natural disasters, and you can get that legendary equipment?

Just when Wang Mo was secretly wondering, the black-robed mage over there had already walked to the top of the altar, and on it, two wooden boxes made of branches of the Tree of the World Realm were quietly placed, exuding a dazzling orange brilliance, and with a little bit of his staff, one of them exploded with a bang.

Between the golden rays of light, the phantom of the hand of time rose up.

Just by glancing at the Hand of Time, the black-robed mage moved his gaze to another box, the tip of the staff was a little bit, and with a bang, the wooden box exploded again, and the black-robed mage looked at it with expectation

"This ...... How can it be! Wang Mo was pondering, when he heard an exclamation suddenly erupt from there, this time the voice seemed to be so hasty that he didn't even filter the voice change magic, which vaguely made Wang Mo feel a little familiar, but before he could react, he saw a flash of light over there.

"What's wrong?" Wang Mo turned his head to look, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Gone!

On the high platform, only the suspended hand of time, two broken wooden boxes, and the mage who came with Wang Mo had disappeared strangely. (To be continued)

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