The ancient city is located in the center of the mountain, and the power of the elements is extremely strong, and both mages and warriors can cultivate here several times faster. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Lynch had just stepped into the city gate when a strong elemental aura rushed over him, stretching his pores and feeling extremely comfortable.

"Could it be that there is a similar spirit gathering type magic array here?" Lynch muttered movingly.

The interior of the ancient city was bustling with people, from the mages from the south, to the knights from the north, to the missionaries of Middle-earth, all kinds of people, many of whom came to look at the tombs of the former emperors.

The Thunder Emperor, no matter what kind of person he was before, and what merits he had, with just one imperial character, it can interpret everything.

Emperor, supreme existence, the peak of legend, those who can become emperors and emperors in ancient times are all amazing and peerless.

"I also want to go to the monuments of the Thunder Emperor to see who this great emperor is. Lynch sighed from the bottom of his heart, full of anticipation.

"There are also some monuments here, which were built by the first batch of people with the people of Emperor Lei, and have commemorative value. Reka's tone was filled with awe, and she wanted to ask if the boy was the one Dalaran was chasing, but considering various factors, she immediately suppressed the curiosity in her heart.

Necromancer, how many forces are eager to banish people to the abyss, not only because they are watching the artifact on him, but more because the necromancer has already angered the upper echelons, and there is no room for redemption at all.

Therefore, as long as it has something to do with the necromancer, it will definitely be implicated, and today, except for the ancient inheritance land, the kingdom cannot keep the necromancer.

Lynch became interested and said, "There are monuments here?"

"That's right, just works of art. Reka had something unspeakable, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he quickly suppressed it.

As we go deeper, the streets are mostly made of marble, and the stone slabs are carved with patterns, and most of them are immature paintings.

This kind of painting is like a child's graffiti, randomly depicted and disorderly.

"I can only say that art is a wonderful thing. Lynch was speechless, but he didn't want to complain too much, after all, this is the Thunder Emperor Monument.

He kept walking, his eyes narrowed, and he almost cried out.

A crystal statue of a giant dragon, prostrate on the earth, the giant wings are like dazzling swords, clanging, unusually conspicuous.

It was mutilated, broken in several parts of its body, and the years had left indelible marks on it, and you could feel the oppressive aura when you walked in.

Lynch was frightened, the statue was so expressive that it could reach the point of being fake.

Reka explained to Lynch, "This crystal dragon is a rare work of art, and I heard from my father's generation that it may have been written by the Thunder Emperor, and it was an early work. ”

"The Thunder Emperor's artwork?" Lynch was stunned, he didn't think that the Thunder Emperor was still an artist, but he also felt very strange, after all, it was the French Emperor, how could he have the leisure to carve magic crystals.

It is very lively and bustling with people, and the bard shuttles through the statues, slowly opening the books in his hands, and expressing his madness for art with one stroke.

In their eyes, these are real art, well-deserved art.

"This is the magic array!"

Lynch stopped in front of an intersection, drawing a magic map on the ground, a stripe crisscrossing the network, judging from the magic breath, it was still a high-level magic array, but there was no sense of threat.

Reka explained: "Do you want to go in and try it, you can see the former Thunder Emperor Garden." ”

Lynch nodded, strode forward, and in the blink of an eye, the stars shifted, and when his gaze was restored, it was a new sight.

Towering magic towers stand tall and spiral, carved with dragons soaring and angels dancing swords. Purple streamers streaked across the sky, striking the azure magic screen, splashing countless stars.

The whole world is covered with bushes, black and oppressive, full of mystery.

From above, the magic lighthouse becomes a guiding light, a sudden light piercing the darkness in the distance.

"It's such a beautiful place, I can't imagine that there is such a dream in the world. Lynch whispered and walked slowly forward.

There is an arch between the trees, which curves upwards to form a special landscape.

The surface of the lake is full of roses, and the petals of the flowers are shining brightly.

And there are more than one such beauty, there are several, and they are distributed in all corners of the world. Each one of them can be said to be a treasure, and it is art.

"Time!"

Lynch seemed to feel something, and with a low sigh, the hourglass of time reversed, and one picture after another appeared, lined up beside him, recalling the original scene.

The horror of time is self-evident, and when it is extremely powerful, it crosses the past to avoid possible damage.

Reka was dumbfounded and held her breath for fear of disturbing Lynch.

airplanes

The hourglass of time stopped, and the surrounding scene began to change qualitatively, eventually turning into a wasteland.

The two of them were extremely surprised, they didn't expect that this dream land turned out to be a wasteland before, without any life.

rumble

A blood-red thunderbolt burst through the air, directly shattering the wasteland, filling the sky with yellow sand, which lasted for three days and three nights before it stabilized.

Dead and lonely, this land is wrapped in death, and even the last bit of life is shattered.

"Dead wood in spring!" Lynch whispered, a sign that things must be reversed.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a small grass to break through the soil, swaying under the erosion of the yellow sand, and it seemed that it would fall at any time.

"Someone's coming?"

At this moment, a blue-robed mage came from afar, holding a magic wand, and thunder arcs jumped on his body, crackling and forming a special electrostatic field.

He waved his magic wand, and thunder fell from the sky, and a thundercloud floated in the air.

rumble

Thunderbolts fell, the size of a bucket's waist, second only to the previous one.

"What is he doing?" Reka wondered, why did this person keep bombarding the wasteland with thunder and lightning, could it be for cultivation.

Lynch said, "He wants to resurrect this land!"

"What"

Reka's face changed drastically, what was this young magician thinking?

As it turned out, Lynch was right, this thunder mage was there to resurrect the land, put it to death and then live, and after death came life.

The realm of the thunder magician is not too high, and the continuous casting of spells also needs to be replenished by mana, so he bombarded it intermittently for more than half a month, until one day............

"Thunderbeast??"

In the distance, the infant thunder beast came here, glanced at the mage, directly found a place to lie down, and fell asleep.

The mage looked a little shocked, but quickly recovered and continued to cast his spells, day after day.

(To be continued.) )