"And then there's the second, the third.... Everything went so smoothly that we even thought we were free for a while. Rochelle sighed blankly.

"Then we realized what it means to fall from heaven to hell, and it was all just a lie, a conspiracy, until I once accidentally saw the truth in the crack of the window, that the vicious scoundrel deceived us all by manipulating the poor civilians with brain-eating bugs. ”

"When I exposed this lie, all the people who had been unraveled by him became soulless monsters, and this thing should have been wiped out along with that villain, how could it be in Brasd again. Rochelle said incredulously.

"Looks like that guy should be making a comeback. Ao Xingfeng calculated.

At this moment, the corpse's eyes suddenly glowed, and he opened his mouth to bite Ao Xingfeng, but in the next second, his entire body turned into ashes, leaving only the brain-eating worm struggling on the ground.

Ao Xingfeng looked at the struggling brain-eating insect with cold eyes, and a terrifying spiritual force stabbed at the brain-eating worm fiercely.

"Wow!" the braineater let out a loud scream, then died in convulsions.

At the same time, in an unknown hole**, an old man with a face like dry bones coughed up a large pool of blood, and his entire head seemed to explode, crawling on the ground and struggling in pain.

Although the physical body of the brain-eating worm has nothing to do with the caster, it is mentally connected, and the mental blow received by the braineater will be fed back to the practitioner to a certain extent.

"Who is it!Who is it!?" The old man roared in pain, it stands to reason that even if the brain-eating worm is attacked and dies, its upper limit is at most to make itself dizzy, how can it be so much exceeded? It must be a wizard who has studied brain-eating worms, and the old man swears that he will repay today's suffering a hundred times in the future.

However, Ao Xingfeng couldn't know all of this, and killing the brain-eating insect with mental power was just a casual effort, just a random shot, but he didn't know that someone was tortured by life and death.

......

Three days later, after a long journey, the expert finally arrived in the far west of the Irene continent, the Brasd Territory.

"Your Majesty, Styval has come to report. The dragon lich Stival said with some nervousness, this big guy of the undead determination layer, he didn't know that there was a problem there, and he always spoke in a weird and nervous voice.

"Well, come with me, there's something for you to see. Ao Xingfeng didn't explain much, and led Stival directly to the closed tomb of the Nameless.

After entering the cemetery of the Ramanisians, Styval always made a voice of unknown meaning, although Rochel knew that this was Allah's subordinate, but the neurotic temperament and chill that froze his heart made him subconsciously keep a distance from Styval.

"It's a wonderful custom, the world is so big, and it seems that there are many things in this world that can interest me. Styval held a book on the funeral customs of the Ramanisians, and the more he read it, the more fascinated he became.

Pushing open the closed tomb of the nameless, the stench of the sky wafted out again, but the prepared Ao Xingfeng released the breeze barrier in advance.

"Interesting, interesting. Styval didn't go inside, but reached out curiously to touch the translucent barrier.

Ao Xingfeng was not in a hurry, just quietly waiting for Styval's explanation.

"I've only seen this kind of enchantment in one place, in the holy land of the winter god Angmar, this is not a magic that mortals can unleash at all, and without Angmar's divine power, it is absolutely impossible to create this kind of enchantment. In addition to isolating all spell snooping, this kind of enchantment can also trap the two qi inside. Styval explained the origin of the barrier, then drifted into the hall and circled around the magic circle.

Angmar, the god of winter, is worshipped only by the barbarians of the Far North, and the Far North is a thousand miles away from Brasd, and it is impossible to connect the two, and I can't figure out why this evil god would want to get involved in the infamous Cursed Land.

"Hmm... It was supposed to be one of the eighth ring spells, but the spell was something I had never seen before, and judging from the total amount of dead air that was locked, it should be a very powerful spell or a destructive spell. The well-informed Styval figured out the true purpose of the circle in a matter of seconds.

Ao Xingfeng glanced at Rochel, and the two exchanged eyes, this should have nothing to do with the curse on the people of Ramanisian, after all, this cemetery has been standing for thousands of years, if it was the beginning of the curse, it would have been discovered that something was wrong.

"Your Majesty, we should go down and take a look, I can temporarily stop the operation of this circle for a period of time without destroying it, and I think the core of the array should be hidden here. Stival suggested.

"You're an expert in this area, so you don't have to ask my opinion, just do what you say. Rochelle, let the soldiers outside strengthen their vigilance, once the circle is suspended, I think the gangsters will definitely come to destroy the clues. Ao Xingfeng first said a word to Styval, and then ordered Rochelle to strengthen the surrounding defenses.

"Yes!" Rochelle led the way outside, ordering the guards to step up their guards.

When everything was ready, Stival pulled out his magic book and began chanting the circle's reversal spell.

The dead qi in the tomb of the Nameless seems to have been affected by something, and it has begun to change drastically, becoming manic and extremely aggressive, but under the suppression of Ao Xingfeng's power, it can only be obediently stopped, if the others try to reverse the magic circle, I am afraid that the dead qi will be corroded into a corpse in an instant.

I heard a crisp cracking sound, and the barrier that had been enveloping the tomb of the Nameless shattered, and in the next second, a coercion from nowhere pressed towards the tomb.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!" Ao Xingfeng snorted coldly, and an even more powerful coercion bounced away this coercion of unknown origin.

Thousands of miles away in the Temple of Angmar, a knight in black armor snorted, but he didn't dare to test the tomb of the Nameless in Brasd.

"It is worthy of Your Majesty! All evil gods, gods of war, and gods are just a bunch of ants, and they can only be subdued in front of you. After the coercion dissipated, Stival shouted excitedly, although Ao Xingfeng easily bounced the coercion away, but if Stival faced it, it was very likely that he would be crushed to the ground and unable to move.

"It's just a stealing of chickens and dogs, there's nothing to be proud of, go down. Ao Xingfeng was not moved by what had just happened, as if he had just raised his hand to drive away a fly, which was not something to be proud of.

But in Styval's eyes, the strength of the High King became more three-dimensional, and he now somewhat understood why King Pruto chose not to resist and directly agreed to the High King's request.

Pulling down a few levels on the wall, there was a sound on the ground, a huge floor tile retracted into the wall, and a downward staircase appeared in front of him, a crimson glow emanating from the depths of the staircase, and an even more foul smell wafted out. [.]