The sky outside the porthole of the empty demon ship had already darkened.

Eleven Sanctuary powerhouses, and Elethea, walked into the room where Abraham had convened the meeting.

As the crowd entered, Abraham's tall and thin body stood by the window, staring at the fading land in the light of the setting sun. It seems to be pondering something.

And on the desk beside him, an ancient parchment scroll was spread out. On the parchment roll, there are words and graphics. The most striking thing is that in the center of the picture is a snow-white mountain peak.

Seeing this parchment scroll, the faces of the several magic guild elders who walked in front of him changed. And as Abraham's most trusted deputy, and also the highest-ranking Elder Mennon among all the people present, he flicked his fingers and released a clear wind technique, rolling up the spread parchment.

"President ......"

Following Memnon's voice, Abraham turned his head and waved his hand slightly: "At this point, this is no longer a secret. ”

As he spoke, he didn't see how he moved, and the rolled parchment rolled up spread out again.

What is going on? Several Royal Sanctuaries and Eretia couldn't help but glance at each other, and they couldn't help but feel a little curious in their hearts. No one knew the origin of the parchment scroll on the desk, let alone what kind of dumb riddle Memnon and Abraham were playing.

It seems that some great secret is about to be revealed. This makes everyone look forward to what will happen next.

As the crowd watched, Abraham walked over to his desk.

"Because of the haste of departure, I didn't have time to explain many situations to everyone. So I'm asking everyone to come over. There are some things that it's time for you all to know. ”

Abraham's fingers rubbed against the parchment.

"This parchment is more than 2,000 years old. Ever since it was acquired by our Saint Soran Magic Guild. It has been treasured to the present day and is kept by successive presidents. ”

He said, looking up.

"Many people thought that the ruins in the Lulian Abyss were newly discovered. But we didn't know that we already knew about her existence many years ago. ”

The crowd was shocked. There was an uproar.

"More than twenty years ago, I secretly traveled to the Lulian Abyss in search of this ruin. Unfortunately, I couldn't find it. Abraham sighed, "It is even more unfortunate that when she finally appears, she has become a trap of the devil." ”

As he spoke, he beckoned: "Let's take a look." ”

Except for the elders of the Magic Guild, who had known the truth for a long time, everyone else hula and surrounded them.

"The Magic Tower of Noiotans!" Seeing the large lettering on the top of the parchment, Eretia didn't have time to look closely. He looked up at Abraham in surprise, "The Last Giant?"

"Yes. Abraham smiled, "That's him." ”

Everyone gasped.

That is a legendary figure who stretches the historical timeline to the origin of the magical civilization of the Avalon continent, and can be called a super powerhouse!

This relic turned out to be left by him?

Abraham said, "This parchment scroll was left by a great necromancer more than 2,000 years ago. I think everyone should have heard of his name......"

He pointed to the end of the parchment, a fancy signature.

"Morgan!" cried out a royal god named Wilson. "Hades' teacher, Molgan, the Emperor of Hell!"

Abraham nodded and said, "Yes." Do you remember the legend of Morgan?"

"Of course. Wilson, the royal god of law, said quickly, "It is said that Morgan is a typical late bloomer. He was originally an elemental mage, but he switched to necromancy after he was forty years old. Until he was sixty years old, he was still just a sage of the sky, and he was far from being promoted to the god of law. In the Continental Magical Realm at that time. He's not at all on the ...... list."

Everyone nodded.

The sixty-year-old Sky Sage may be very powerful in this era. But you must know that Morgan's era was the peak of magical civilization more than 2,000 years ago.

At that time, when there were so many Dharma gods, a sixty-year-old sage of the sky was indeed not ranked.

Wilson continued: "Still. Then one day, Morgan suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he had been miraculously promoted to the God of Law. Not only has his magic and knowledge advanced by leaps and bounds, but his undead magic is even more superb. Finally, at the age of sixty-five, he was unanimously propelled into the Magic Temple, joining the ranks of the superpowers.

And even more legendary, many years after his death, a young young man found his magic tower and received his inheritance. This person is Hades, the king of Hades who once made the Holy See helpless. Because of their remarkable achievements, they were revered by the necromancers as two generations of Immortal Emperors. ”

After saying it in one breath, Wilson looked at the parchment scroll on the table and asked, "Could it be that Molgan succeeded because he ......?"

"He got a treasure map. Abraham confirmed Wilson's suspicions, "and guided by this mysterious treasure map, he came to the Land of Redemption and found the ruins." ”

And so it was!

The crowd was in an uproar and there was a lot of talking. This is a little-known secret.

Looking at this parchment scroll at this moment, everyone's eyes are full of heat.

As we all know, the Magic Tower is the most private realm of magicians, storing their life's work and wealth. If the mage did not destroy his tower before he died, but instead drew a treasure map, then it means that he is willing to leave his legacy.

And what Morgan got was the inheritance of the greatest necromancer in history, Noi Otans!

Everyone eagerly read the parchment scroll.

Reading it, they discovered that the parchment was none other than Morgan's Codex of Exploration. Not only did he draw maps and ruins on them, but he also recorded his expeditions in detail.

However, after reading the whole story, everyone quickly calmed down. Everyone found that things were not as wonderful as they imagined.

First of all, Morgan was able to enter the ruins solely because of a mysterious treasure map.

According to his description, without the guidance of this treasure map, the magic tower would have been found. Nor can he qualify for the test of Noiotans.

And after completing the challenge, this treasure map, which he originally cherished and placed in the spatial ring, mysteriously disappeared. After that, the parchment scroll was never found again for the rest of Morgan's life. For this reason, he even lived as a lich for hundreds of years, but he did not succeed. In the end, the soul returned to the sea of stars in regret.

Secondly, the test of the magic tower is very difficult. Even Morgan had to admit that the reason why he was able to stumble through the fifth layer in the end was entirely due to luck.

This is a trace of fantasy in everyone's heart, and it completely cools down.

You know, don't look at Moregan was just a Sky Sage at that time, but the Sky Sage of that era, not to mention how strong the real combat power was, just talked about magic knowledge. He was far ahead of anyone in this era of the fall of a magical civilization.

If even he could only pass the fifth layer by luck, then the elemental mages present asked themselves that they might not even be able to pass the second and third layers.

None of that matters, though. People are puzzled by the fact that they don't know what Abraham is trying to explain by showing himself this.

Wilson looked at the parchment rolls, and his heart moved. Raising his head, he asked, "Your Excellency Abraham." You show us this, is it because of the more than 800 mercenaries......"

"Yes," Abraham nodded, simply "they won't survive." ”

Everyone looked at each other. His face became a little ugly.

Despite their premonitions, Abraham found it difficult to accept when he came to such a conclusion.

You must know that it is not the limited number of troops that really determine the strength of a country, but the various forces living in this land, such as clans, lords, civil knights, mercenary groups, chaebol merchant groups, etc. It is countless strong people scattered in the vast sea of people. They are the foundation of imperial force.

Just like the reason why the cavalry of the Feilie Empire makes people talk about it is because of the variety of riding beasts abundant on their bitter cold plateau and the reserve soldiers who are good at riding battles. Even if the front-line legion is gone, as long as these people are put on armor and mounted on horses, they can immediately pull up a cavalry legion to come out.

On the other hand, the Saint Solan Empire was not rich in knights in the first place. Not to mention the ordinary knight academies, even the three major training camps are only second-rate compared to the knight academies of the Philip Empire and the Pompeii Empire. The knights cultivated every year are far from each other in terms of strength and number.

Under such circumstances, the loss of nearly a thousand powerhouses above the level of glory is almost equivalent to the loss of three top-level knights.

This is definitely a heavy blow to the Saint-Solan Empire.

"Why do you say that?" asked Eretia anxiously, "Is there anything directly related to Morgan's experience with these mercenaries?"

Abraham said, "It's a well-designed trap. Come and see ......."

As one of the successors of Noiotans, Morgan wrote and explained everything below the fifth floor of the Magic Tower in a parchment scroll.

"First of all, we can be sure that the magic tower will only appear when the abyss is closed. The old man pointed to a passage on the parchment scroll and said, "And these eight hundred or so people were lured in precisely before the abyss was about to close." This means that when the abyss closes and the magic tower appears, they will inevitably be threatened by a cloudy storm. It is obviously impossible to escape to the abyss level. So, where is their only way to survive?"

Elethia bit her lip and replied, "The Magic Tower." ”

Abraham nodded at her, moving his finger to another text.

"Secondly, according to Morgan's account, anyone who tries to approach the Magic Tower without the guidance of a treasure map will be captured by the magic circle and teleported to a place called the Garden of Death. It's a scary name, but it's not dangerous. Just find the exit in the middle of the garden and leave. ”

"A repatriation channel?" Wilson frowned.

"Or a sieve," Memnon began, "to sift out those who don't meet the requirements to enter the Magic Tower." ”

Abraham said, "It should be so." Clearly, Lord Noiotans was not a cruel man. He didn't want to let his legacy be stained with the blood of innocents. ”

"Well, then," said one paladin, incomprehensibly, "wouldn't these mercenaries be safe, and have every chance of escaping the clouds and storms and coming out alive." ”

"yes, they don't even need to venture into the magic tower. All you need to do is be captured by the Guardian Circle. ”

The others were also puzzled and discussed.

Abraham's eyes were on Eretia. The girl's face turned a little pale.

"But don't forget, the premise of what happened to us is a trap," Elethea's voice trembled slightly, "if this demon uses the Garden of Death and guards the exit......"

Before Eretia could finish her words, everyone's faces changed.

Everyone knew that the only person who could set up such an earth-shattering situation could be a powerful existence at the bottom of the abyss with extremely high command. This means that if it and its demon army hold the exit, then the Garden of Death will become a cage!

Whoever is locked up in this cage will die!

"Alright, I think you all understand what we're about to face," Abraham said, unfolding a map of the entrance to the abyss, "and if these mercenaries die, their blood will be enough to open up a huge passage if they are used for blood sacrifices." The size and duration of this channel should be ......"

Abraham was talking when suddenly, a startled Erethia asked, "Don't they have a chance?"

Abraham stopped. After a long time, he sighed and said to Erathia, "Unless someone happens to have that treasure map, and happens to be able to completely pass the test of Noiotans and become the owner of the magic tower......"

He shook his head and said no more.

Eretia didn't ask any further.

Everyone knows that the possibility of what Abraham is talking about is even more elusive.

Maybe one day in the future, this lucky person who makes the whole world crazy jealous will appear. But not now. At least...... These hundreds of mercenaries who are in danger can't touch his luck...... (To be continued.) )