Instead of getting carried away, Ivo calmed down and asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

Abel's expression was a little lonely, "The secret lock has been opened, and I can no longer resist the call of the return land." ”

Souls have no physical body and need to rely on objects to stay in the Overworld, just as the lich needs a lifebox and Elensia to attach to his bones.

Without dependence, the soul will be summoned to the Land of Return, the resting place of the soul of this world.

Abel's retainment was Methos.

But as time passes, the summoning of the Return Land will become more and more intense, and Abel has been hiding in the secret lock for hundreds of thousands of years, and when the secret lock is opened, he cannot resist the call of the Return Land.

The Lich, though eternal, is also subject to the Land of Return.

There is no concept of time in the Land of Return, everything is frozen, even the mind, and there is a proverb circulating in this world: "Death is not the end, the Land of Return is".

Abel said, "I want to make a deal with you. ”

"You say. ”

Abel reached out and took out a dense ball of light, and countless battle images flashed in the light cluster, "This is the comprehension and experience of one of my Stienbada combat skills, I will pass it on to you, I want you to enter the land of return in the future, and take me out of that frozen world." ”

"Why did you choose me, because I have control over Murtos?"

"Not all," Abel pointed to the tattoo on the back of Ivo's hand, "I can feel that it is a low-level undead affinity blessing, and although it is weak, it at least has the initial qualifications to enter the Land of Return."

Ivo was stunned for a moment and looked at Elenthia's blessing, "Is this rare?"

"At least not often. ”

Ivo pondered for a moment and nodded, "I accept this deal." ”

Abel laughed and pressed the light cluster of inheritance experience in his hand to the center of Ivo's eyebrows, and the light ball submerged into Ivo's mind.

Ivo felt a bang in his ears, and the scene of Abel holding Murtos fighting one enemy after another appeared in his mind, and the combat skills he used gradually peeled off the cocoon, and a large number of skills and experience were crammed into his mind out of thin air, Ivo felt his mind swell, and the huge inheritance information dazzled him.

After a while, Ivo gradually sorted out this inheritance memory, and the combat skills that Abel passed on to him were one of Stienbada's signature combat skills - Stienbada War Dance, a superb combat skill with a spear and shield.

He only felt that his body had some more instincts, as if he had practiced this combat skill countless times, and directly had the mastery level of mastery, although he would feel jerky when he first used it, but the power was several times stronger than his best hanging mallet flow.

The feeling was indescribable, it was like a sudden memory, and Ivo was amazed.

Abel looked down at Ivo: "I'm worried that you've gained a favor and you're not fulfilling my request. ”

"Then you'll have to take a gamble. Ivo shrugged, "I'm not going to make promises to you, because promises are mostly lies, and since it's a deal, I'll keep it to the end, and I'm very contractual." ”

"It seems that I can only trust you once, and I am waiting for you in the Land of Return. ”

Abel's figure began to blur, he looked down at his spirit, knowing that his time was up, he suddenly laughed, "Before leaving, I will give you a small gift." ”

He reached out and tapped on Methos.

The next moment, a dark pressure came, Abel began to turn into flying light chips from his legs, and the trend of collapse soon spread to his face, he smiled, his lips moved slightly, as if he said something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Ivo saw the shape of his mouth, and Abel said "I'm waiting for you to save me".

Too much happened during this trip to the ruins, and the two big men of Augusta and Abel died completely in front of him, and Ivo was very touched in his heart.

At this moment, Murtos suddenly lit up with a faint red light, and this red light melted into his body from Ivo's palm.

The muscles of Ivo's whole body began to beat, and his body, which had been slowly improving, was soaring like a rocket, and a majestic sense of power filled his body.

Ivo was surprised: "What's going on?"

Demacia smiled coldly: "Do you really think that guy believed in you from the beginning? Epic weapons do not have the approval of their previous masters, even if they are taken away, they will not be able to exert their power." The moment Abel disappeared, it really activated Metos, before that, as long as one of your answers did not go his way, the Metos in your hand would become a weapon that you could never use, this is Abel's back hand, fortunately, at the last moment, he chose to trust you. ”

Ivo was speechless, sure enough, every big man is not easy to get along with, behind the seeming trust, there is always vigilance, doubt and lies are unbreakable protective colors.

Truly activated, Metus began to feed back to Ivo, the new master, and only that kind of spiritual weapons and equipment would have happened.

The physical fitness climbed rapidly, and the bottleneck of the second-level warrior was broken through in an instant, and the early stage of the third-level ...... Medium term...... In the later stage, the speed of physical fitness improvement gradually slowed down, and finally stopped at the level of the peak of the third level, and there was only a thin bottleneck left from the Battle Song Rank.

Ivo clenched his fists, explosive power flowing through his muscles, and his figure rose three centimeters again, and his physical strength nearly tripled.

Methos's feedback is equivalent to the effect of Ivo's workout for at least a year.

Satisfied with the unexpected surprise, Ivo looked at the panicked Templars in the light curtain, "I'll have a lot of time to spend with you. ”

......

Three days later.

Balzac's brows furrowed, there was not much food in their spatial ring, and there was nothing edible in Sandhilti, and the situation was very unoptimistic.

Norrington's face was as pale as paper, in the past three days, he had continuously charged the shuttle door, overdrawn all his mana, and his brain domain was secretly injured, but he couldn't help it, the shuttle door was their only hope to leave the ruins.

The shuttle door was once again filled with mana, and Norrington activated the shuttle door with trepidation, and as the shuttle door gradually opened, he became more and more uneasy.

Sure enough, a pitch-black lightning bolt fell again, and this time the Templars who had been prepared for it attacked the thunder together, and the sword qi, divine blade, and holy light turned into brilliant light, colliding with the pitch-black lightning.

However, the attack, which carried everyone's hope, passed through the pitch-black lightning and struck the air, and the pitch-black lightning shattered the shuttle door unaffected, and the scroll closed again, falling into the dust.

All the night watchmen stared blankly at the sky, as if all hope had been drained of them, and they were dead.

Five days later, the shuttle door was activated again, and the pitch-black lightning shattered it as usual.

Ten days later, the shuttle failed again.

Norrington described him as withered, his eyes were hollow, compared to half a month ago, he was now as thin as a dried corpse, he was charging the shuttle door all the time, his body had been completely drained, and he could no longer refine any mana.

Seven days ago, the stock had finally run out, and all but three of the Inquisitors, who were on the verge of despair, had starved to death, and their bodies under the silver armor had lost their breath of life.

Jones wept and prayed to Heaven in a hoarse voice: "God, what have we done wrong to deserve this hellish despair?"

Norrington tried to scold him, but his dry throat couldn't make any sound.

Balzac stood up silently, "This is the deepest desperate situation, a dark night without any dawn. ”

Jones and Norrington looked at him, and Balzac picked up the guillotine with a trembling hand and stabbed it in the heart with a backhand.

Norrington looked at his corpse and envied him for not having to endure it all anymore.

Jones couldn't cry, but there was no water in his body that could turn into teardrops, Norrington was in a trance, and after a while, he found that the crying was gone, Norrington barely stood up, took Jones's pulse, and only felt a dead silence.

Norrington sat down and thought of the culprit who had caused them to die in despair, the man who pretended to be Augusta. He howled in rage, eager to torture Ivo with the most vicious curse.

Immediately after, he raised his head and detonated his brain.

Bang, the head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and the last Templar also fell into the dust.

A breeze blew, and the rolled up sand covered their bodies.

Standing in front of the peep light curtain in the mutilated space, Ivo witnessed the death of the last Templar and sighed silently, "I'm sorry. ”

There is no right or wrong in this world, only life or death.