The atmosphere in the square was extremely solemn, and Soveran and the others looked at Tandra's back, as long as he made a move, he would start a bloody battle with a predictable outcome.

Gadore, who was also in the whirlpool, was in a completely different state of mind, and he couldn't wait for these two teams to kill at once, only in this way could he take the opportunity to escape in the chaos. Of course, it would be better if this group of "prey" could all die in the next bloody battle. Not only do you not have to do it, but you can indirectly complete the secret order of the Imperial Council.

As for the wording in the text, he had already thought about it - the wanted man died at the hands of the Thorn Force mercenary group in the Death Fog Swamp. Gadore is confident that such an outcome will satisfy everyone. And the self who silently got rid of the regent's troubles and saved the reputation of the other party will be reused in the days to come.

But the scene that the sheriff had hoped for was soon shattered into an unattainable bubble in Berosio's next words. I saw the mercenary king of Orem walking slowly, meeting the blade of Tandra's sword. With a playful smile on his face, he reached out and flicked Tandra's greatsword twice.

"Dangdangdang......" A dull sound came from the jet-black giant sword. "Relax, my old friend...... Could it be that your sense of humor has been frozen by this damn land?" Berosio said as he looked at Tandra, then looked back at Thule and Ugov behind him, "Or does my way of communicating sound a little out of place years after I died?"

Berosio's words made Soveran and the others a little baffled, and although Tandra was equally puzzled, the giant sword in his hand did not relax the slightest vigilance, still pointing at the other party, and slowly moving with Berosio's footsteps.

Tulle and Ugov looked at each other, and said with some caution: "Commander, I'm afraid there is indeed a little ......"

Berosio let out a self-deprecating chuckle, grabbed the blade of the greatsword with his hand, and moved a little away from the front of him. "I want his blood, I do," he said, "but I don't want his life!

Soveran and the others were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other awkwardly a few times, and even Tandra, who was holding a giant sword, muttered a few words in a low voice. Although they don't want to say it, in their hearts, this group of immortal mercenaries is not far from a monster that kills people and eats meat.

Tandra glanced back at Soveland, who nodded quickly. "Are you sure you just want Soveland's blood?" he said, turning back to Berosio.

"Of course! I have no interest in the life of this little fellow. "Besides, I don't want to fight you here to the death!" for the sake of the Lord God...... he stopped abruptly and waved his hand a little helplessly, "Well, the Lord God doesn't seem to like me very much." Then swear by the honor of the Thorny Force, we just need his blood to lift the curse from our bodies. ”

"No problem, I can promise you this. Hardly thinking, Sovereign replied at once. In fact, such a request is not a big deal at all, and from the day he embarked on the road to escape, injuries and bleeding have become commonplace. The only thing he didn't expect was that his blood would be so valuable.

Hearing Soveran's promise, Belosio let out a long breath, as if the curse on his body finally saw hope for a solution. "All right, this is the end of the welcome ceremony!" he pointed to Gaddore and his guards, and ordered his men beside him, "Don't stand here and watch the fun! You slackers! Go and imprison these unrelated fellows! Don't let them make any trouble!"

"Yes! Commander!" replied Ugov, and dragged the Kugil guards to the ground with a few mercenaries.

"By the way, Thule, go get something to eat...... Anything, we don't need to, but I don't want to make a starving joke!" added Belosio, as if suddenly remembering something.

"No problem, Commander!" said Thule with a laugh.

Sovereign and the others didn't say anything, they only cared about one thing now, and that was why Belohio's curse had something to do with them.

Obviously, the king of mercenaries also knows what they think. "I know you have a lot of questions, but it doesn't matter," he said, looking at Tandra and Sovereign, "come with me, I think soon you'll understand why." ”

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of heavy objects falling to the ground behind everyone. "Dear King of Mercenaries, I have only one request if I can. It was Gadore who threw his weapon to the ground, and he was looking up at Berosio.

"Say!" Berohio's reply was short and forceful.

"I want to know why, even if I can't get out of here alive in the future, I don't want to be an unknown fool before I die!" said Gadore, asking in a loud voice.

Instead of answering him immediately, Berosio narrowed his eyes slightly, and swept his gaze over Gadore and Soveran. Finally, the mercenary king laughed. "No problem, you can tell......" he continued with a sharp gaze at Gadore, "but don't blame me for not warning you! Sometimes, curiosity can kill you!" said the bento and walked up the steps from below.

Sovereign and Tandra and the others glanced at each other, and followed Berosio up the stairs. For Berosio's approach, of course, they would prefer Gadore to be watched by the mercenaries, but this is not their territory after all, so they can remind the existence of this greedy sheriff in tacit eye contact.

Gadore's mouth opened with difficulty, his clothes soaked through cold sweat. Belosio's gaze just now made his heart tremble, the kind of near-death feeling that seemed to be being targeted by a ferocious beast, and the next moment he was about to die on the spot. He couldn't even imagine what kind of heart-wrenching pressure Tandra, who was actually facing off against Belosio.

Clenching his gums, Gadore lifted his bloodless cheeks, looked at the backs in front of him, clenched his fists and followed. For people like him, no chance will make life worse than death, and simple life is just an accessory under crazy ambition.

Along the steps covered with moss and weeds, the terraces spread down on both sides of the steps, with straight and sharp edges. Sovereign and the others followed in Belosio's footsteps and soon reached the top of the steps.

There, a spacious platform is unfolded in front of everyone's eyes. When you actually step onto this platform at the highest point in the city, you will truly understand the unparalleled and jaw-dropping craftsmanship of the city's former founders.

Stone sculptures of tall figures line the platform, each with a variety of lifelike figures, some holding spears embellished with ornaments, others holding short daggers in the shape of hooks. The upper bodies exposed in the air, and the stone feather crowns that cover their faces, are carved with simple and simple patterns.

The platform at the foot of this is made up of countless flat stone bricks. The textures hidden under the moss are carefully and skillfully intertwined to form a large circular pattern, with progressive concentric circles closing towards the center of the platform, and the intersecting arcs are carved with abstract religious totems. In the center of the circular pattern stands a stone brazier more than one person high.

Standing on the edge of the platform, Sovereign looked back at the square below the steps, and he could even imagine what it would have been like thousands of years ago when the inhabitants of the city gathered in the square to see the braziers on the platform blaze with their own eyes.

"There is such a great city in the swamp of the Dead Mist......," Sovereign muttered softly.

Thomas was lying on the ground, poring over the patterns on the platform, and he was thrilled by what he had discovered. "What's even stranger is that we don't know anything about it, and there is no mention of its existence in any of the texts. Thomas caress the patterns carefully, as if he were not holding a cold stone, but his closest lover. "I am sure that the city is supposed to be the site of buildings from the end of the Middle Ages to the beginning of the Elolin New Calendar. ”

Berosio patted the pillar beneath the brazier, he had little interest in continental history or archaeology. "We've been in almost every corner of the Dead Fog Swamp in the ten years we've been trapped here," he said, gesturing to the ground beneath his feet, "and we've found a number of village remnants in this cold land. But this is the only city of this size. As he spoke, he looked back at the end of the platform, a blurred black outline and continued, "It's the only city that has a temple-like building. ”

"Temple?!" everyone was taken aback, and then turned their gazes behind Belohio.

"Of course, do you think I'm here to take you to the ground and study the countless tiles?......" Berosio looked at Thomas and laughed, "Come on, the real magic is behind!" he said, turning and walking towards the end of the platform.

Hearing this, everyone immediately followed Berosio, who was walking in front, and soon, a huge stone temple revealed its majestic form in the gray-white mist.

It is a strangely shaped rectangular building, with neatly cut large blocks of stone lining up neat and smooth walls, and the weather-beaten stone surface is covered with black marks of different shades carved by time. The frame of the square stone door, which is more than ten feet high, is carved with intricate zigzag patterns. Even today, when it has been abandoned for a long time, you can still see the exquisite hollowing process on it.

If the walls of this temple exude a simple and rugged architectural style, then its stone roof is extremely ornate. It was a huge stone roof made of layers of boulders carved out of a square spiral. It is even larger than the temple below, with countless intricate square protrusions and depressions swirling and intertwined, giving the temple a breathtaking mystery.

The crowd behind Berosio subconsciously lightened their steps, it was a kind of heartfelt awe, in the face of such a miracle, as if all beings were nothing more than ants.

Passing through the square stone door, the dim light darkened the eyes of Soveran and the others, but they quickly adapted to their surroundings. Inside the temple, the rough ground has been transformed into polished and smooth stone slabs, and countless stone pillars carved into human shapes support this vast space. But what really caught everyone's attention was something else, a huge stone slab more than two people tall and more than twenty feet long, standing quietly in the circular space deep in the temple. At this moment, a cold heavenly light shone down from the patio on the top of the stone and fell on the stone slab, reflecting an incomparably deep, yet solemn and holy luster.