Jamurray picked up all the beads in his hand, and found them unusually heavy, each weighing like a piece of iron. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Take it to Pal," Jamry couldn't figure out, and ran towards Palr with a handful of beads.

Jamurray didn't notice that as he looked away from the beads, a pupil suddenly appeared on the surface of each of the ten beads, and then disappeared again.

"Palpal, look, I found it from where the Guardian died," Jamurray approached Palar and held his hand up to him.

"This is?" Pal looked confused, he didn't know what Jemrey was holding.

"Don't you know either" Seeing that Pal didn't know where the beads came from, Jamurray had to silently put them away.

"Okay, I'm pretty much on my side, we'll go up and save people now" Pal didn't care about the things that Jemrey picked up, Derek only taught him the knowledge of orc priests, and didn't instill some ancient knowledge in this child who lived underground since he was a child, if Derek was standing here, he would definitely make Jamrey throw away these very strange-looking beads immediately.

Because, the name of this kind of thing is called a soul box.

After the death of a creature with great power in front of it, the soul will not disappear directly into this world like an ordinary creature, but will live in the world as a remnant spirit, if this kind of thing can meet some of the aggregates of the year, then the remnant soul can rely on these aggregates to form a soul box, the guardian is a creature that existed from the moment Mai Lifen was buried by the gods, and now I don't know how many years have passed, and the aggregates on its body are the most suitable to become a soul box.

There will be a remnant in each soul box, which is not harmful at first, but if time passes, the remnant soul that gets the soul box to nourish the soul will become more and more perfect, until finally the memory of life is restored, just like those cloak ghosts.

Jamurray slipped all the crates into his pocket and sprang into action, and with Parr's help, the group rose high into the air once more, flying towards the altar above.

"I can feel a strong energy up there, it feels like there's someone up there, you all be careful," Parr reminded in the air.

"Human, could it be something like the three things on the tower before?" asked Jamry.

"It shouldn't be, those three are just ghosts, they don't have this kind of energy on their bodies, there should be a living guy on the altar, you must pay attention" Parr's expression was a little serious.

Thorgmose on the altar carried the Silver Moon Scythe, quietly waiting for Par and the others to arrive, activating the Merry Fin required a large number of sacrifices, and it just so happened that Thorgmos had been silent for many years in this eternal year, and just needed a battle to relieve the boredom of staying in the Melriffin who had sunk in the ground.

"Your speed is too slow" Sogmos shook his head, only to see him suddenly jump out of the altar, the huge gravitational force made Sogmos's body fall down quickly, and the silver moon scythe in his hand slashed a silver streamer of tens of meters in the air.

"Uh-huh! Danger!" Parr suddenly felt a pressure coming from above his head, and a figure whose face was unclear disappeared in an instant, and Ling Yue came to his eyes in an instant from a distance of several hundred meters.

As soon as Thormos's arms moved, the Silver Moon Scythe slashed towards Parr's head like a full moon, and the silver streamers that followed dozens of meters followed.

Fast, very fast, the blinding silver color made Pal can't help but reach out and cover his eyes.

"Get out of the way!"

I don't know who shouted, and an orc flew over and pushed Pal aside.

"Click!"

The silver light on the Silver Moon Scythe danced into a crescent moon, and the orc who pushed Parr away stopped in place, the blade of the scythe slicing from the top of his head all the way to his crotch.

As Parr watched, the orc's body split in half, and the incision was very smooth, as if it had been formed naturally.

"Oh, it's such a good relationship" Thorgmose withdrew his scythe and put it on his shoulder, his four legs firmly on the altar wall so that he would not fall to the ground.

Looking at this guy who suddenly appeared, Parr couldn't help but keep a distance from him vigilantly, the slash just now was so fast that people couldn't react at all, and the silver light that was brought down by this person from a height of more than a few hundred meters was even more shocking.

"You're ......," Jamury looked at Thormoth.

"Welcome to my friends Marifin, but you will be welcomed here as a sacrifice" Thorgmose twisted his head, his half-human, half-horse body was an unusual novelty for Parr and the others.

"Did you catch a bunch of goblins, they're my friends, and I want you to let them go," Parr said.

"Haha" Thorgmose stepped on his four hooves: "You still want to save people, think about yourselves"

Before he could finish speaking, the guy kicked his legs on all fours, and his whole body jumped to Parr's position, holding the Silver Moon Scythe in both hands and slashing at Parr floating in the air.

"Wind Barrier" Parr stretched out his right hand, and a magic array that blocked all positions in front of him floated out, just in time to block Sogmoth's blow.

"Click"

The magic array suddenly dimmed, and several spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the part of it that had been hit by the Silver Moon Scythe.

"This magic is good" Thorholmes couldn't help but exclaim, the way magic was used in this era was very different from the era of the Bronze City of Merriffin, these magicians actually vented magic in the form of energy from a kind of array, and the power would be much more powerful than the magic weapon in his hand.

"However, your body must be very fragile," Sogmose smiled inexplicably, and did not stop his movements, and frantically swung the scythe in his hand.

"Molten fire" Parr's other free hand aimed at Thorgmus's body, and a fire-based magic slowly turned, and a scorching flame poured out of it.

"Boom Boom"

Three fireballs erupted one after another, crashing into Sogmoth's chest, and three huge explosions rang out, and a huge heat wave appeared directly on the spot.

When the smoke passed, he saw that Sogmose was standing in place, as if the explosion just now had not caused him to lose anything.

"The idea is very good, but the power is not enough, is this the magic of this era" Thormos's body suddenly lit up with silver light, and under the gaze of everyone, a piece of armor made of silver light was assembled on his body, just in the blink of an eye, Sogmos put on a silver-white armor, with the silver moon scythe in his hand, it was really like a mythical god.

"Let's take a look at the battle magic of the Stuttans from the time of Maryfin," Thorgmos looked at Parr through the gap in his helmet, "Moon Spirit, Sky Dance"

A faint white light suddenly lit up above the bronze city of Merifin, and when Pal looked up, it was a huge stone ball like the moon, and the moonlight condensed into a pillar of light and projected onto Thorgmoth's body, setting him off like a god of war.

Bathing in the pillar of light, the silver moon scythe in his hand shined, like a light martial art, which made people can't help but feel like worshipping in their hearts.

In the days of the existence of the Stutans in history, they were the only gods in this world with magical powers. (To be continued.) )