The eyes are the vast sea of clouds, rolling in, thousands of illusions, sometimes there are dragons spreading their wings, there are also angels dancing swords, like a dream, people can't help but revel in it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Crackling, a trace of thunder arc jumped in the sea of clouds, and the aura of the law of thunder was pervasive, although it was very little, it still contained terrifying energy, enough to kill ordinary swordsmen in an instant.

"In the past, the Thunder Emperor's Tomb was really not an ordinary place, if only Bran and Arthur were here, they were all thunder magicians, and cultivating here would get twice the result with half the effort. ”

Lynch whispered, his pupils reversed, but he still couldn't see through a little. It's not that he's too weak, it's that the Thunder Emperor's strength is too strong, and he still leaves behind terrifying power after so long.

This is the power of thunder, although it is not a real forbidden realm, but it is completely comparable to the fields of time, void, and life in terms of damage, rules, and other powers.

The middle-aged man who led the way was named Reka, a native of the area, who often came down to receive travelers from the outside world, so he was not too surprised by Lynch's appearance.

He seemed to see what the people around him were thinking, and said with a smile: "This is not the tomb of the Thunder Emperor, but the marginal land, the real cemetery is naturally underground, if friends want to go, they can go there at any time." ”

"What, this is not the Tomb of the Thunder Emperor?" Lynch frowned, his heart extremely shocked.

Reika smiled bitterly and said: "The Tomb of the Thunder Emperor is not as terrible as you think, otherwise it would not be so easy to see, that Emperor was very casual during his lifetime, even if it is a treasure left to future generations, there is no protection such as a bloodline enchantment, anyone can come in." ”

"Oh, I see. Lynch looked back and found that Amon was gone.

"Amon shouldn't find anything good, and he runs the fastest every time. ”

After secretly darkening Amon, he finally saw the city, in the center of the mountain, very large, a medium-sized giant city.

The city wall hundreds of feet high stands in front of it, stretching to the horizon, wrapped in a vast sea of clouds, and it is impossible to see the reality and the void. The city walls are inscribed with countless ancient texts of Fan Ao, flowing with a dazzling light, forming a terrifying defensive barrier to protect this ancient city.

In front of the city, a thunder beast perched, its body as large as a hill, sleeping in a clearing. Its body was covered in armor resembling dragon scales, and the slightest arc of thunder leaped above it, like a small vortex of energy, sparks erupted from collision, and then annihilated.

It's powerful, half-step legendary!

"It feels like an aggregate containing the power of thunder, what kind of scene will such a strong riot be" Lynch gasped, now he is facing the thunder beast, he is definitely destined to die.

At dusk, a chill ran down his spine, and he didn't dare to move.

The thunder beast opened its eyes slightly, and its abyss-like pupils seemed to be able to devour all life, and if you gazed at it for a long time, its soul would be sucked in.

"You!" Lynch's head went blank, groggy and tried to sleep.

Hum, the silver moon crystal in the spiritual world sprinkled soft moonlight, and a wisp of cold penetrated before he eased up, and hurriedly took a few steps back, not daring to look at those eyes.

The thunderbeast closed its eyes, silent, and didn't move, as if nothing had happened before.

This happened only between the lightning and flint, like a temptation, and it passed in the blink of an eye.

Reka sensed something was wrong, turned around and asked, "Friend Lynch, are you okay?"

"I... I didn't, Brother Reka, is that your guardian beast?" Lynch bit the tip of his tongue and squeezed out a few drops of essence blood before he fully recovered.

Reka was stunned for a moment, mistakenly thinking that Lynch was frightened by the thunder beast, and quickly explained: "You don't have to be afraid, it looks fierce, but it has been sleeping all the time, and it won't hurt anyone." ”

"Sleeping?"

Reka nodded and said, "Yes, even the ancestors can't tell if it exists, but it is rumored that it may be the mount of the Thunder Emperor, an ancient demonic beast." ”

Lynch was stunned, and when he looked at the thunder beast again, there was more awe in his eyes, and he didn't dare to take it too lightly.

"The Thunder Emperor's mount..... Is it guarding the Thunder Emperor's tomb?" he asked, thinking of a possibility that made sense.

Unexpectedly, Reka shook his head and said, "No, even if outsiders come here to enter the Thunder Emperor Cemetery, the Thunder Beast has never opened its eyes." ”

Kindness?

Lynch heard that something was wrong, and dared to ask something, and his face instantly became gloomy. With a movement of his mind, he suppressed the magic pattern circuit and reduced his strength to the realm of an ordinary magician.

Dozens of people came in a group in front of them, dressed in purple robes, and the arcane light lingered and was majestic.

Dalaran!

Lynch's eyes were cold, even if his heart was high, he had murderous intent at that moment.

He chose to suppress it, not daring to mess around, for fear of implicating the people here. Dalaran was a behemoth, and even Amun didn't want to provoke him, and if he killed someone, the ancient city would definitely not be able to escape Dalaran's wrath.

"I heard that the lord made a move and wanted to hunt and kill the spirit mage. ”

"An adult from Turbulence?"

"Shhhh ”

Reka didn't notice Lynch's inexplicable change, but instead put on a pandering smile and came to greet Master Dalaran.

The young mage at the head was very unimpressed, and said, "Reka?"

"Hello sir. Reka lowered her body as low as she could, not daring to look at him.

The mage's eyes narrowed slightly, noticing the person behind him, and with a wave of his hand, Reka had to get out of the way and let him pass.

Lynch's face was calm, his clenched fists finally loosened, and he smiled kindly, and said, "I don't know what the adults are looking for me?"

"Did I let you speak, talky!" After a cold scolding, the purple-robed mage said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Reka stepped forward, her throat pounding, trying to say something. Several black shadows quickly rushed over, blocking in front of him, the power of the arcane intimidating, and Reka's tiger-like body couldn't help but tremble.

"Lord Dalaran, please raise your noble hand, he is my guest, and he is not some evil bandit. Reka whispered, with a hint of anger.

The mage glanced at it and said gloomily: "The tomb of the Thunder Emperor is a monument, it needs to be guarded well, how can it be trampled on by future generations, every outsider who comes up here needs to be carefully inspected, Reka, it's not me talking about you, you are too unvigilant." (To be continued.) )