The night frowned a little, because this huge dry bone had no head at all!

To be more precise, only half of the beast's head remains!

On top of the triangular head like a hill, a sharp blade wound from top to bottom, slashing down obliquely from the middle, there should have been three horned beast heads, only one of them was connected to it at this time, and most of the rest had been completely difficult to fly.

Looking at this in the dark, how can this pull up its bone shelf?

Even if there are many amethysts, it is useless, if you want to pull up a skeleton shelf, at least you must have a complete head!

This is the most basic thing.

This place is the soul!

Suddenly disappointed, I thought I could change my mount, but it seems that Bai was excited.

"Alas!"

With a sigh, I looked back at the night, and the mountain-like pile of bones was blind, and I could only stand quietly as a pile of dry bones in the years.

"Won't it?"

The night suddenly remembered something, and suddenly looked up at the side of the eight-eyed mole.

This place is full of white bones, and most of them are people, like the skeleton of the "big dog" next to him, I saw a lump, and I didn't see the second.

However, there are still some other Warcraft bones.

Feeling that he couldn't see clearly, he jumped directly from the skull of the eight-eyed elephant and walked cautiously through it.

Casually pick up a human dry bone, maybe the years are too long, although this pale bone has not been rotted into slag, but it was touched by the night, it was still scattered, and the full version I wanted to see was gone.

The night felt a little unwilling to look at the pile of loose bones under his feet, and this time he walked towards a bare and complete human skeleton in front of him.

This time he was much more careful, he didn't dare to touch it with his hands at all, but looked at the general frame of this skeleton frame through the gap in the dry bone remains, and after looking at this skeleton shelf, the night still felt uncertain, and looked around for two or three complete dry bones and took a closer look.

I've seen a total of four complete skeletons, two without skulls, one with shattered skulls, and one with a skull split in half!

What does this mean?

If this place were all like this, no matter how thick the clouds were on the ground, there wouldn't have been a single undead creature born in this place!

The skull was a sea of shattered bones.

Standing among the thousands of white bones in the dark night, I finally felt a trace of confusion!

Killing someone and chopping off the other party's head requires a lot of hands and feet, and killing thousands of people will deliberately attack their heads, ......?

Incredible!

Could it be that the elven race has any special prejudice against humans?

Murder and beheading?

Even the 10,000-year-old grudge that arose because of the Holy See of Light would not be such a perverted method.

It's just a matter of people, and the war beast in front of him also wants to use this method, isn't it a bit too much?

At this time, his heart was full of confusion about the origin of undead magic!

The speculation of this situation is that only the period when the necromancer of the West France Continent appeared could be so deliberately aimed at the bones, otherwise the idle egg would have to do it.

The two histories do not coincide at all, the glorious history of the elven race is more than 20,000 years ahead of the Western French calendar, and the rise of necromancy is only 2,000 years, and the fragments of the two historical periods overlap in my mind, and I feel that my brain is a mess at night.

One of them is absolutely fake!

Either this is not the tomb of the Elven King, or the birth of necromantic magic is even early!

If this is not the tomb of the Elven King, then whose tomb is this?

And if necromancy had been born in the Eternal Period, would the Holy See of Light be so arrogant in the West France Continent for more than 20,000 years?

"! ”

After rubbing his head that was about to explode, the night glanced at the shadow of the house in the distance.

This decryption question is really difficult to solve, he just wants to get a magic weapon at hand, who would have thought that encountering this kind of buried by history under the sand of eternity, his brain is a little explosive.

Digging people's ancestral graves is no better than other industries, as a "tomb robber" must have a minimum of dedication, even if you don't know the identity of the other party's tomb owner, you have to know what period this tomb belongs to.

Boldly broke into the wrong generation, and broke in so fearlessly, and the final result was that he didn't even know how he died.

Faced with the confusing historical mystery, the dark night had to cautiously check this sea of bones again, and the unknown made him feel fear.

If this is a post-era tomb with the decline of burial feng shui, the night will say that you will not go in, and every step you take after entering means that you are looking for death!

When was the period of the decline of funeral feng shui?

The craziest era of digging graves!

At that time, this group of people who made their profession a mouse, hated the most, and the anti-theft measures built for the tombs reached the peak level of the history of the West French continent.

It is not an exaggeration to say that one step at a time is not an exaggeration, and it has basically reached the point of anti-theft, and it is better to make concessions in the direction of feng shui, which shows the determination to prevent theft.

And this period is about 2,000 to 3,000 years that is now pushed forward by the Western Law calendar, and it is also the birth period of undead magic, and it is also the moment when the name of the Four Holy Masters of the Undead resounded on the continent of West France.

This time, the night squatted on the ground to find not human bones but animal bones, and there were two results of the skull being broken, one was to die from a broken skull, and the other was to be shattered after death, which depends on whether the bones of the beast's body have suffered other major injuries.

If it is the former, the night can be understood as a means of sacrifice, and if it is the latter, he can almost understand that he intends to prevent the corpse from changing in the later stage!

If it is really the latter case, there is no need to go in the dark night, you can directly put a random small void teleportation method with unknown coordinates next to it, and send yourself back to the West France Continent, at least being sent to the Empire of Light will have a chance of life than staying here.

The results of the night inspection made him breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that there were a large number of sacrifices in this place, not that there were two fatal injuries above each beast bone, and four unknown animal bones were checked, three skulls were shattered, and one was without a skull, but fortunately he didn't see any traces of broken bones on its body.

The second case can be ruled out!

The human bones here may have been killed in battle, or they could have been sacrificed by captives, but the monsters were different, and they could not have been killed twice, which was the basis of his judgment.

The inference is back to the previous result, not a post-era tomb with the decline of burial feng shui, this tomb can be explored!

He began to think a little about Lennon, he would always be cranky when he walked in the dark, and he would scare himself if he thought too much.

"Death forbid?"

Looking up and taking a deep breath of relaxation, the night was a breath of turbidity, but just like this, when he looked up and looked down, he seemed to see a small puddle!

The night looked carefully, feeling that his eyes were a little dazzled by the soul fire, and he rubbed his eyes and glanced at the dry bones again.

"I don't believe anyone who says that my life is bad at night!"

After making sure that he was not mistaken, the night was completely excited, and he couldn't help himself with excitement.

Lying directly on top of the small puddle with a slightly dim light, he stretched out his trembling hand and began to pull the dry bones out.

After carefully making it for half an hour, a bone pit two or three meters deep had been dug when I looked up.

This puddle is not very large, it should be said to be a puddle, and the dark eyes looked at this puddle in fascination, and carefully put his face on it and sniffed it.

No taste!

There is no taste at all.

But on the contrary, he was even more excited, wiped his dirty paws with the expensive mage robe on his body, and carefully held a little in his mouth.

With this mouthful of "water" into the stomach, a cool feeling suddenly appeared from the throat to the lungs, and it was also such a small sip, the night felt that his spiritual consciousness was full of as if it was about to burst, and the brain that was a little drowsy was even more refreshing, and the eyes that were flashing with soul fire felt three points brighter.

And he just took a small sip!

Wash the marrow and ten thousand bones!

Fan Luntieen was the first class and second-class medal of honor that could be exchanged for something, tens of thousands of bones vomited for decades and hundreds of years, a drop of bone essence liquid can be born, the effect of washing the body and cutting the marrow, obviously changing the physique, making himself more friendly with the fighting spirit and magic elements, ranking fourteenth on the list of strange things in the West France continent, it is a rare strange thing that can be lived.

As long as the necromancer lives long enough, he will basically have some of this thing in his hand, but few people sell it, and they use it all for their own use.

And the undead creatures in the Seed of the Night Void have existed for too short, and they can't give birth to such things if they don't have enough years.

Think about how precious it will be if you want to use the First Class and Second Class Medal of Honor to exchange for a small bottle.

This puddle of water can fill him with twenty or thirty bottles in the dark!

It is definitely a windfall from heaven, he believes that in this sea of bones, there are not a few "puddles" of this existence, but it is a bit difficult for a strong person to really deliberately find it, it is not easy to find a needle in a haystack, and it is already lucky to meet such a place.

If it weren't for his cautious character, it is estimated that he would have passed by this marrow washing ten thousand bones!

Absolutely good baby, I just tasted it in the dark night, and found that this thing not only has the effect of washing the meridians and cutting the marrow, strengthening the affinity with death, but also strengthening the spiritual awareness of the sea and the effect of brightening the purpose.

Looking at the puddle in front of him in the dark night, he smiled like a happy fool, he had never hit any great luck in his life, and when this kind of luck hit, he was caught off guard with excitement.

How much can such a pit of wow-wow-washing bone wash be sold for back to the empire?

Mind full of gold coins!

He can't count it, but at least he knows that throwing out such a pile of marrow washing bones can shake the entire empire!