"Chirp Chirp ......" It's already night, and the woods have become a singing stage for all kinds of insects. In the distance, the Holy City of the Holy See was brightly lit, it was the only city on the continent that neither closed its gates at night, but it had completely interpreted the light to the extreme, but like the Great Stone City, it had not yet been breached.

A narrow hole in the Heavenly Mountains that was hidden by weeds, and Dim and Sylvia crawled out of the oval-shaped hole one after the other.

This cave is so secret, if you don't deliberately look for it, you won't know that there is a hole here. Even if you try to look for it, you won't find it, because it's so deep.

A quarter of an hour ago......

The stone path of the Heavenly Falls is connected to a huge stone chamber, and judging from the furnishings left inside, it should be a place similar to a battle command post.

"Oh, I think this is a handsome account. It seems that those outside are a remnant army, which has been hit directly here by the Angel Clan from the front line. Gloomy looked at the layout of the place and said.

A mixed unit of various clans was actually beaten directly by the Angel Clan from the front line to the rear command post, which shows how strong the Angel Clan's combat effectiveness is.

There was a pile of black dust in the center of the stone chamber, and a dozen pairs of smaller dust were neatly distributed next to it. Seeing this, Gin immediately realized that there should have been a long table and a dozen chairs to match it.

In the small piles of dust lay more than a dozen skeletons, high and low, large and small. At the end of the chamber was a large stone chair, on which sat a skeleton with a long sword in its hand. On the ground in front of the stone chair were two skeletons with wings that had lost their heads, the bones of angels. Judging from the wisps of golden lines in the bones, the level of these two beheaded angels is probably not too low.

"Hats off to the heroes. Said gloomily. He is a shadow demon, as a demon, he naturally has no affection for angels, and in his eyes, anyone who is an enemy of angels is his friend.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

"How do you know they're being hit by the Angels right from the front, and if that's the case, then why don't they run?" asked Sylvia. She felt that the furnishings here were very ordinary, and from her point of view, she couldn't see anything.

"I've told you many times that you should read more, observe more carefully, study more carefully, and analyze more carefully. When are you going to be able to do that?" said Silvia with a hand that gave Sylvia a brain jump.

Syllable!

"Oops. Sylvia screamed in pain, subconsciously took two steps back, wrinkled her nose, and covered her head, looking very cute.

"I'll explain this first question to you now. You see, there are several races in these skeletons, and they are all lying in the dust. In fact, the dust used to be chairs, and when the wood decayed, it became this kind of ash. Judging from these points, they should have been prepared for the attack outside, and they are sitting here waiting for death. I can guarantee that the commanders of these races must have sat here in their crisp uniforms, holding their heads high, just waiting for the angels to come and kill. They use this to preserve the dignity of the military. ”

"I have a second question. They knew the angel was coming, so why didn't they run?" asked Sylvia again, "There must be an escape route here." ”

"You can only blame this question for being too shallow. The greatest shame of a soldier is that he did not die on the way to charge, but died in bed, and the end of their lives can only be on the battlefield," he walked to the stone chair, and he took the quaint long sword from the hand of the corpse that was obviously a human race, and even after hundreds of thousands of years of history, the blade still shone with a little cold, "They do have an escape route, and I can guarantee that it is under this chair, but they don't want to escape." The commander-in-chief also killed these two angels of no lower rank before he died. Now, he can definitely be regarded as a hero. ”

Sylvia didn't want to hear all that nonsense, she just wanted to scavenge for more good treasures now. In her eyes, finding more treasures is much more interesting than listening to stories and boring analyses there.

Silvia, who watched in silence as the wealth fan attribute was pointed to MAX, was there to pay tribute to the pile of dust. This girl is definitely poor and afraid, and now she is happy to collect treasures.

"Fool, this magic sword and those magic equipment on the wall are valuable things, these are all hundreds of thousands of years ago, and they are antiques now. Looking at Sylvia, who was rummaging through the small bits and pieces there with a happy face, he couldn't help but speak.

All Sylvia found were some kind of gnick-knacks, like medals, bracelets, a few gems, some ancient coins, a few crystals, etc......

The long sword in the hand of the dark man from the commander-in-chief is a magic weapon, and the level is definitely not low. This alone was all Sylvia was looking for, not to mention all the other magical equipment on the walls.

In the face of magic weapons, ordinary weapons are like inferior products, and only in this way can they be explained that they have been sealed for so long, but they are still strong and clean. Judging from the magic fluctuations faintly emanating from above, these magic equipment are at least level four.

Gmy tried to release a little spiritual power, and pasted the long sword in his hand, God knows if his demonic spiritual power will be useful to the weapons of the human race.

"Dusty echoes. ”

When attacking, it can create a "concussion" effect, increasing the power of each attack to 130%.

- Remembering in the loss, wandering in time, and engraved in forgetting. Every time, every blow, is a blend of past and present.

It seems that spiritual power is not divided into races, and the spiritual power of the dark successfully inspired this magic sword and obtained its detailed information.

"This is a weapon with a story, it should be the work of a weapon master who reminisces about the past, right? Gloomy reached out and rubbed the blade of the quaint longsword called "Echo of the Dust", which was almost gray, but it still felt sharp.

Sylvia was still obsessed with picking up small bits and pieces, and she was so focused on these little things that she completely ignored the swords and shields hanging on the walls, which were obviously not ordinary, and typically picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelons.

Although Sylvia didn't pay attention, she didn't want to leave these things here. For this reason, he had to put away all the equipment, but he didn't expect it to be quite heavy. When he turned, he heard Sylvie singing.

"Great harvest, great harvest, lalala...... Big harvest, big harvest, lalala...... Great harvest, great harvest, lalala......"