The person Li Zhenshuo spoke to was a battle mage.

Kaisha, the ruler of the Black-Eyed Mage Tower, waited by her side like an old child

The old battle mage's eyes were calm, and the afterglow of his eyes swept over the creatures, with a hint of contempt, or more precisely, ruthlessness.

"Order!", the remaining half of the sentence was stuck in his throat, "Not bad!"

The voice is ancient, as if it were the tone of a barbarian thirty years ago.

Thirty years ago, after the Ice Field Trial ended, the Battle Mage sealed off the entire Ice Field and never took half a step out again.

In the eyes of outsiders, Kasha's battle oath has represented the glory of the entire battle oath.

Thirty years, time is enough to wash away any glory.

The old battle mage's eyes swept around before landing on the white bone altar, and an inch of essence suddenly flashed in his calm eyes.

Under the calm and unpretentious body surface, a unique god-level brilliance bloomed.

Touch!

Bang bang!

Heavy footsteps came from a distance, like a wild bull rushing towards them.

Everyone looked into the distance, it was the barbarians!

Unlike the old battle mages with empty palms, they carried a half-meter-high wooden birdcage in their left hand.

The people in the birdcage were actually a few god steps who had just escaped from the Emerald Ridge.

The Flowing Water Monarch and the Rancid Monarch, such god-level demons are like a mouse, desperately struggling in the wooden cage, but they can't break through the thin ropes like bamboo silk.

Each of them was covered with stick wounds, bruises, and their breath rose and fell in a very disordered manner, and it was clear that they had put up a desperate resistance.

"Li Zhenshu, you did a good job. The old battle mage walked to the altar of bones, took out a parchment from his bosom, and directly ordered the barbarian with the wooden cage to be stationed on one side.

One, two, a whole dozen wooden cages, scattered on the wasteland, on the edge of the Emerald Ridge, from time to time there are battle mages carrying wooden cages.

There are as many as a hundred of them, and each wooden cage is a god-level powerhouse.

"Isn't that the leader of the Black Iron Tower, he's still alive?", the merchant of the Black Iron Kingdom said in surprise, pointing to a wooden cage.

In the war for the destruction of the Black Iron Kingdom, the first person to be hit by the Bright Empire was this god-level existence, in all the information, he had already died, and at this moment he appeared strangely on the Emerald Ridge.

And it came as a slave.

"Lord of the Tree God Bloodline of the Red Copper Kingdom, is that you?", Duke Red Copper walked in front of a wooden cage and asked in astonishment, this former pillar of the Red Copper Kingdom, who had the bloodline of the tree body, was also in the cage.

Although the figure in the cage is a human body, its beard is like a tree root, and most of its body has been wooden, and this unique bloodline is the ancient tree clan.

The Duke of Bronze had only heard some legends that this descendant of the Tree Clan had disappeared during an expedition to a ruin.

"Alchemy Master Hong Furnace. The Thousand Sails City Lord stared at the black iron dwarf in the cage whose body had completely become a mecha, and he didn't know what to say.

Hong Lu, the pioneer of the mecha experiment in the Alchemy Kingdom, the proposer and executor of the mecha theory, completely perished in the Third Kingdom, and the alchemy field fell into a trough, and it was this master who supported the continuous development of the entire alchemy field.

But when he put forward the theory of mecha and had the most brilliant career, he disappeared inexplicably.

"It won't be the vanished Sage of Light, he loves to explore ruins. ”

Li Zhen trembled and looked at a cage in the corner of the edge, where an eight-armed Naga was being held, he had dealt with this Naga before, and at that time the other party was still one of the three overlords of the Pearl Sea, and the Holy Order existed.

It's just that I didn't expect to see each other for a few years, and I had entered the god rank, let alone become a slave of a battle mage.

Li Zhenshu looked down the cage, there were nine god-level existences in the beast clan, the most in the human race, reaching more than thirty, and there were more than a dozen in the sea clan, and what made Li Zhenshu even more inexplicable was that there were still barbarians.

All of them are gods.

And the battle mage carrying the wooden cage, like an old monk meditating, couldn't see the cultivation at all, but each of them carried an incomprehensible mana fluctuation.

The creatures were allowed to watch in front of the wooden cage, but they didn't react.

It seems that the cages are really holding livestock.

"Let's go!", the old battle swore softly ordered.

The calloused palm of the battlemage beside him dug deep into his belt and pulled out a wooden peg that looked like a willow root carving.

Touch!

The other big hand that was free slammed into the wooden cage, pulled it casually, and directly grabbed the palm of the god-level slave, and the wooden nail fell neatly on the back of the slave's hand.

Clenched his fist and slammed it.

The wooden nail nailed the palm of the god-level existence to the land of Emerald Ridge.

The hardness of the Emerald Ridge Li Zhenshuo knows, even the magic crystal cannon may not be able to break through it, but now the battle mage actually nailed the wooden nail into it.

What happened suddenly made Li Zhen tremble, he didn't know if the cooperation with this group of barbarians was a success.

On the icefield, Kai'Sa acts as an intermediary and introduces him to a mysterious guest, a real battle mage on the icefield, in exchange for a Caucasian Codex.

In the barbarian prophecy, only the dark-eyed can find the true king of the Caucasus.

The real battle mage tribe, whose duty of life is to find the traces of the king of the Caucasus, they help Li Zhenshu to free himself from the jade trial, and the only thing they need to do is an altar to find the king of the Caucasus.

There has never been a god-level among the barbarians.

Li Zhen couldn't help but laugh, what a ridiculous joke this should be, this group of battle mages, although they don't have the breath of the god level, but they are much more terrifying than the god level.

Hundreds of wooden cages, scattered all over the place.

Hacked to death at will, looking down from a high altitude, but like a hundred stars, firmly wrapping the entire White Bone Altar in the middle, the old battle mage bowed deeply to the White Bone Altar three times, and then took out a black parchment scroll and quietly spread it in front of the White Bone Altar.

Bang!

The whole person knelt on the ground, and knelt on his knees in front of this thin parchment.

Caucasian Codex!

Li Zhen trembled and looked at the ancient words on the cover, which was exactly the same Caucasian Codex, and in the center of the Codex was a dark eyeball.

That eyeball, as if it was alive, was staring at him when Li Zhenshuo looked over.

Laugh!

A crazy wicked laugh!

Each of the battle mages knelt down, and together with Kaisha, formed a huge circle around the Bone Altar.

Mamama!

A complex incantation sound popped out of the mouth of the old battle mage, like a monk chanting a sutra in a temple, and each battle mage chanted along, and his body was covered with a layer of greasy golden light.

Hein, Tenip, stood quietly beside Li Zhenshu, the strange ritual in front of them that made them feel more terrible than the seizure of Naozu.

"Let them all leave Emerald Ridge!", Li Zhen said.

The merchants had long been frightened, how fast they could ride the griffin and ride the dwarf locomotive without the griffin.

The thirteen robbers also left, and they could not help a little here.

Buzz Buzz!

It's like a mosquito making noise, but the god in the cage is desperately covering his head, with a big mouth and wanting to howl, but he can't make a sound.

I wanted to break free, but my palm was hooked by the tree vine and wood.

Blood flowed down the wooden nails and slowly into the central Caucasian Codex.

The Codex was like a bottomless pit, quietly absorbing the blood of the god level, without any reaction.

Li Zhenshu was not affected in the slightest, and these barbarians didn't seem to want to take care of him at all.

They didn't seem to be butchers at all, they didn't target any of the creatures on the Emerald Ridge, and let the ordinary merchants leave the Emerald Ridge safely. Maybe it's the battle that swears respect to Li Zhenshu.

One day, two days, three days!

The humming chanting continued for three days, the blood of the god-rank slave was still flowing, and the Caucasian Codex still did not respond.

When the dawn of the third day shone on the Bone Altar, there was finally a hint of change.

The petrified Jay turned blood-red as he struggled to absorb blood in the air.

The source of the blood qi is the divine step in the wooden cage.

The only remaining codex of the god-level powerhouse, desperately grasping his body, seemed to be very itchy, leaving scars, mixed with a trace of transparent soul in the scars, as soon as it appeared, it quickly flowed into the Nolan statue.

The god-level slave opened his mouth wide, as if he was howling violently, but there was no sound on the entire Jade Ridge.

The dark realm supported by Matt, a special god was quickly formed.

The bright body shrouded in light, the green goddess of the forest, the god of the sea with a trident, and even the former king of the Caucasus, Roland, can be seen.

That's the faith of some barbarians.

Obviously, Matt is collecting the beliefs of these gods, condensing these pure beliefs into special gods.

Flesh, soul, faith!

The old battlemage has begun to reactivate the Bone Altar.

Li Zhen sighed, he couldn't do anything, this was the ethics of a professional businessman.

Looking along the boundary line of the Emerald Ridge, in the far east, a god-level powerhouse with a whole body of jade was coming quickly.

Emerald Stone Man!

As soon as he appeared, he knelt in front of the altar and cried in a low voice, "Master, Kui, meet!"

His appearance paused the intense chanting, and the old battle mage who hadn't opened his eyes for three days narrowed his eyes squinted, "You're here?"

"Hmm!", the Emerald Stone Man was very respectful.

"Is everything ready?"

"Well, the descendants that I have been cultivating for so many years have brought. ”

At the exit of the dwarven locomotive, a whole group of Jinkai warriors escorted a large group of women, and they were crying and walking towards the altar.

There are old people, young ones, and babies who are just a few months old.

The buds are waiting to be released, the charm is still there, the shyness is charming, and the posture of the women is different.

But there is one thing, the demeanor is unusually noble.

Li Zhenshuo did not linger on the woman, and was attracted by the whirlwind insignia on the chest of the golden-armored warrior.

Those golden-armored warriors turned out to be the royal legion of the Gale Wind Kingdom.

That emerald stone man?

Could he be?

King of the Gale Kingdom.