Rumble!!!!

With a loud bang, the fierce fire that had absorbed enough magical energy suddenly exploded, turning into a flame giant more than ten meters tall in the square in front of the giant snake statue.

It simply raised its arm and smashed it to the ground, engulfing a dozen fighters on the spot.

The latter's struggle and screams before dying instantly caused the other lizardmen gathered to flee in all directions.

Although some mages are trying to cast spells such as banishment to drive away the creature they think may be from the fire plane.

But all these efforts were in vain.

Because the essence of the fire is to devour all energy and combustible matter to transform into the form of flame, and it does not belong to a soul and self-conscious life.

It doesn't even have any requirements for the casting environment, as long as there is a minimum amount of magical energy in the surrounding environment as a fuse, it is the simplest and cheapest, but very powerful high-level spell.

Aside from the fact that it is not very easy to handle and can only deal fire damage, there are basically no significant drawbacks.

Under Dumbledore's control, the growing flame maintained its form as a giant, and rushed in a devastating manner at the lizardmen who tried to stop their tracks.

His purpose had always been clear, and that was to pull out the Time Crystal to close the sundial and make the enveloping Time Barrier disappear.

But the Lizardman Mage isn't a vegetarian either.

After realizing that the fire was nothing more than a magical flame that could continue to devour and grow, he decisively began to summon a giant water elemental or open a passage to the water elemental plane, hoping to engulf it with a large amount of water.

When the two sides collide together, a large amount of water is evaporated into hot steam.

Some of the lizardmen were unable to dodge and accidentally inhaled the vapors, resulting in severe burns to their noses, mouths, and lungs, and rapid collapse of their entire respiratory system, and eventually, they were suffocated to death.

Just when the surroundings were white and he couldn't see anything clearly, Dumbledore finally began to chant jerky incantations with the blessing of illusions, and in just a few seconds, violent fluctuations of magic shot out from his fingertips.

Then the white mist in the entire area was instantly stripped away by a powerful force, and all the water elementals and the water summoned from the water elemental plane disappeared in an instant.

Along with them, there is also water in the human body of all lizards in the range.

It looked like months in the desert with seasonal drought, leaving only a lifeless mummified corpse.

Without a doubt, this is the most terrifying eight-ring necromantic magic, the Abidach Death Technique.

Although it is not very effective as a group of large-scale damage spells, it is not very effective among the many seven-ring and eight-ring arcane magic, but there is one very scary thing that is that it has an almost bug-like instant kill property against water elementals and plants.

So the moment the death technique took effect, all the water elementals and water were gone, and those lizardman mages were also killed and wounded heavily.

After all, the fire damage immunity they had blessed before couldn't withstand this powerful necromantic magic.

To be precise, since the creator race of the Thunder Age has a main understanding of magic at the macro and theoretical level, don't look at the various artifacts and creations that are more exaggerated than the other, but in fact, the implementation of individual spells is not very strong.

At this point, if you look at the cast lists of the arcane masters of the Nethariel era, and then look at the cast lists of the mages of the Faeron continent today, it is easy to see that there is a huge gap in them.

The latter can master a much larger number of spells than the former.

In particular, key spells such as the Great Split, Wishing Spell, Mage's Sword, Bigbay Hand Series, and Otiluk's Elastic Shield that can greatly increase the chance of winning spell duels were almost absent in the Netharel era.

Therefore, if two mages of the same level and level are duel, there is a high probability that a modern mage will be able to beat the Arcanist of Nethriel's era.

This was true even in the days of Netherre, let alone the prehistoric creators and civilization spellcasters.

Although they have a deeper understanding of the nature of the magic web, and can jointly cast some terrifying magic that destroys the world, their individual combat effectiveness is really not very good, and the amount and means of magic they master are far from comparable to that of modern mages.

Dumbledore grasped the characteristics of the opponent's poor adaptability, and a combination of punches directly knocked out the group of lizardman spellcasters.

He didn't give the other party any time to react, he threw the fire directly into the temple, and he rushed to the sundial and grabbed the time crystal inserted in it and pulled it out of the groove inside.

Next Second......

An indescribable piercing ringing began to echo in my ears, followed by a wave of dizziness.

It felt like my body and soul had been torn apart into countless small pieces, and then thrown into a timeline that lasted for tens of thousands of years, constantly shuttling at a speed beyond mortal comprehension, and a whole hundred years had passed in just one second, and a huge amount of information was like a tidal wave of information hitting the memory area of the brain.

Incomprehensible!

Can't even think!

Only constantly passively accept!

It didn't take long for even self-consciousness to become in a trance under the impact of this terrifying information, as if forgetting who he was and why he was here.

Just as Dumbledore's brain and soul were about to reach their limit, and the pupils of his eyes began to dilate completely without a single focus, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Wake up!"

In the twinkling of an eye!

He shivered uncontrollably, then recovered from that strange state, and subconsciously reached out to wipe his face, only to find that a large amount of viscous blood flowed out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears at some point.

You don't need to ask to know that the headmaster almost died under the onslaught of information far beyond his ability to bear.

You know, for the human brain, storing information for hundreds of years is already the limit.

Even if some extremely advanced scientific and technological means are adopted as assistance, it can only be extended to about two or three thousand years at most.

In this regard, the Warhammer Universe's famous oilman, Imperial Regent Robert Killiman's universal wishing machine, Belisarius Kaul, is the best example of this.

He has lived for tens of thousands of years, and he has already transformed himself into something that he doesn't know what it should be (his own brain + his own copy of artificial intelligence + the soul that has been absorbed and still has the ability to think, or it is called personality data).

And build clone brains and memory backups in all corners of the galaxy, storing the knowledge, technology, and information that he deems important.

But even so, many memories were inevitably lost.

In contrast, although magic can solve the upper limit of mortal memory by directly discarding the original body to become undead, elemental, otherworldly creatures, spirits, etc., it is essentially "I am no longer human".

If you only use life-prolonging drugs or change your young body frequently, you will also experience memory loss after a certain number of years.

"Damn! I seem to have made a rather stupid mistake by not touching something so dangerous. ”

Dumbledore hurriedly drank a bottle of healing potion, staring at the cylindrical dagger-long time crystal in his hand, a pale-faced expression of apprehension.

Because if it weren't for that shout, he would have died 100 percent.

However, just when the headmaster's mind was in a state of confusion, a female lizard figure suddenly rushed out of the temple, raised her hand and instantly struck an unknown spell, directly decomposing the giant fire that had risen to a height of more than thirty meters into brilliant sparks flying in the sky, and then quickly dissipated into the air.

You don't need to ask to know that the person who can have this level of magical power must be the queen of this group of lizardmen, the Mosara.

When she noticed that the time barrier had disappeared, Dumbledore was standing in front of the sundial and holding the time crystal, and immediately roared angrily, "Humble slave offspring! How dare you touch a holy relic belonging to the race of the Great Creator! Go to hell! ”

As the last word blurted out, a dazzling pillar of flame light burst out from the small sun-like power stone above his head and fell from the sky.

Rumble!!!!!!

I saw that the area where Dumbledore was standing and the ground under his feet were instantly penetrated, and the ultra-high temperature melted the rock layer into a lava well of hundreds of meters.

Such terrifying power is comparable to the Nine Rings and even legendary magic.

Although the scope of the impact is not large, the lethality is extremely amazing.

Obviously, the energy stone that draws a lot of heat energy can not only change the ecological environment of the entire planet Torrell, but also can be used as a powerful space-based weapon.

Thanks to Dumbledore's quick reaction, he instantly activated the acceleration spell and climbed off the edge of the pillar of fire, and easily activated several magic missiles to interfere with the opponent's spell casting.

But it turned out that these magic missiles didn't even have the slightest effect on the queen.

Just as he racked his brains to find a solution, a biting frost suddenly appeared out of thin air, and exploded with a thud centered on the Mosala.

Countless tiny sharp ice blades scattered and splattered at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye, causing massive damage to the rest of the surrounding lizardmen.

On top of that, as scaly reptiles, lizardfolk are most afraid of the cold, and can even fall into dormancy due to the low ambient temperature.

As a result, many lizardfolk warriors, mages, and assassins have become unresponsive.

But only the queen was not affected in the slightest, and immediately turned her head to stare at the arcane mystical lich that teleported from a distance one after another.

In less than ten seconds, more than fifty legendary lichs surrounded her, each with a terrifying red glow in their eyes.

The attitude is not to look at a formidable enemy at all, but rather as a precious and interesting object to study.

This undoubtedly made Mosara feel offended and insulted, and his two pale yellow eyes revealed anger and ferocity.

In her view, the descendants of these former slaves should kneel down and obey and ask for their mercy, rather than trying to rebel against the slavery of their masters.

"Interestingly, this lizard is completely immune to my frost nova, and even the ultra-low temperature in the environment has no effect on it. Has she become a divine creature or a god-like power? ”

One of the lichs looked surprised.

Because he used prophecy magic at the moment of his arrival to find out, he confirmed that Mosara was a living creature, not a dead undead or transformed into another form.

This means that, in theory, the lizardmen's weakness of being afraid of cold should be retained.

But the result was the opposite.

If you count the burns that ignored the fire, Mosara is already explicitly immune to two types of energy damage, namely fire and cold.

"No, it shouldn't be, but there must be some kind of force protecting her."

Another lich gave his opinion.

Habaser proposed, "I think she should be cut off from the power stone first." Otherwise, it's a big threat to us. ”

"Agreed! Now that there is no time barrier, we can take control of the power stone first. ”

With that, Tyrantil took the lead in entering the state of concentration for spell casting, projecting his spiritual power onto the power stone.

A dozen other legendary lichs followed.

"No !!!!"

Realizing what these enemies wanted to do, Mosara's first reaction was to kill these lichs at all costs, directly releasing the energy stored in the power stones for tens of thousands of years to the maximum.

Unfortunately, the lich's mental power has entered the power stones, which greatly disrupts their ability to control.

Not to mention lowering the pillar of fire like just now, it is impossible to continue to release energy to warm the environment in the Northland.

What's worse is that there are more legendary lichs around her, and whenever she wants to cast a spell, she is immediately countered.

After a few repeated attempts, the enraged queen finally pulled out the scepter that hung from her waist, picked it up, and slammed it into the nearest lich.

Bang!

Click!

The moment the hardest part of the scepter collided with the lich's head, it was exactly like hitting the hard ice, and although a small hole was smashed, it didn't get the desired headshot.

Instead, it centers on the point of impact, forming a dense crack like a spider's web, almost like a layer of hard ice covering the surface of the body.

Needless to say, this is an upgraded version of the Ice Armor technique that Azeroth mages use to protect against physical attacks, the Ice Armor.

Its effect is equivalent to making the lich wear a sturdy full-body plate armor, which is difficult to use with normal physical attacks, and can be repaired and replenished at any time as long as it consumes mana.

Unless tons of damage can be dealt in a short period of time, it is unlikely that physics will be able to kill the Lich.

"Hehe, you seem to have made a wrong choice."

The lich who was struck by the scepter grinned sarcastically, and then raised his hand to grab the lizardman queen's arm and release the touch of weakness.

But what he didn't expect was that this spell also had no effect, and was absorbed by the invisible force field the moment it was released.

The Mosara hurriedly took the opportunity to break free and retreated, his eyes full of vigilance and jealousy.

It was only then that she finally realized that the unlucky man who had been killed and sacrificed by herself was not lying.

Even if these enemies lose their ability to cast spells, they are still quite formidable opponents, and the frost armor on their bodies is definitely hard enough to resist most low-level magic weapons.

Even the +4 Scepter of Domination in his hand only caused a slight bruise.

Of course, there is also the relationship that Mosara is not a warrior and its strength attribute is not high.

"Am I right? She's actually immune to necromancy-based negative energy spells again! Could it be that this guy is as immune to all magical and physical attacks as the golems before him? ”

Habasys' eyes widened with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Because if that's the case, the other party is not much different if it's not a divine creature or a god-like power.

"She did it all through some kind of magical ritual. All the secrets are hidden inside that temple. Rush in and finish out all the lizardmen inside, and the effect will naturally disappear. ”

At the critical moment, the Eater of Souls Ymir appears to uncover the queen's old story.

"What? And this magical ritual! ”

"What are you waiting for! Capture them alive! This magical ritual must not be lost! ”

"That's right! Tap it when you start. ”

……

As soon as they heard that there was such a good thing, the lichs of the Arcane Secret Magic Society were elated, and they all said that even if they died once, they would never harm the lizardmen who had mastered this knowledge, at least until they dug up the knowledge in their heads, and then rushed to the only entrance to the temple.

"Get out! I will not allow the descendants of you lowly slaves to enter the temple! ”

Mosara was obviously a little panicked, and he didn't care about fighting for control of the power stone, so he directly retreated to block the entrance to the temple, and at the same time summoned his men to resist the onslaught of these lichs.

Unfortunately, all this was in vain.

In front of dozens of legendary lichs, most of the lizardfolk warriors and spellcasters have little ability to resist, and are often swept away by multiple large-area destructive spells and fall in pieces.

In particular, the ultra-low temperature created by frost magic has reduced their thinking and reaction by several notches, and they are not immune to all kinds of energy damage like their own queen.

In addition, the follow-up steel velociraptor cavalry and the forbidden army also arrived one after another, blocking the lizardmen who rushed to support from the rest of the city outside the temple and could not get close, and only held out for a few minutes before being completely lost.

The lichs even unleashed a series of magic spells from Bigbay's big hands, pinning Mosara to the ground and unable to move.

Although it does not cause any damage, it can effectively restrict its movements.

Dumbledore followed the group into the temple, only to see a row of lizardmen kneeling in front of the huge statue and chanting jerky incantations.

Above each of them there was a glow of arcane magic.

When these lights merge with the white light above the statue, a "line" is created that connects to the Queen.

It is through this line that all spells and physical attacks on the Mosara are absorbed by the statue.

In other words, it's not that she's immune to physical attacks and magic damage, it's that she's moved to another location.

It's just that the materials and craftsmanship used for the statues seem to be the same as those for the golems, which is why the queen is immune to all magic and physical damage.

"Damage transfer? A metal material that can withstand almost all physical and magical damage? Hahahaha! We really didn't come in vain. ”

Habaser couldn't help but let out a wild laugh.

He was all too aware of the incredible potential and great value of these two things.

If nothing else, just by trading with Jin-Gitaxias, you can get a lot of good things you want.

With charm, mind control, and memory reading, the lich quickly gained all the knowledge and technology they had in their possession of this ancient lizardfolk civilization, and then did not hesitate to kill all these poor creatures that had long been integrated with magical rituals.

When the last lizardman died, Mosala, who was lying on the ground and unable to move, let out a painful wail.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!h

In less than a few seconds, her body began to age at a rate visible to the naked eye, as if the pause button that had been pressed before suddenly began to accelerate.

And it is not only the body that ages, but also the soul hidden in the body.

The process lasted about five minutes, and at the end of her withered body was compressed into a bony hourglass, and the silvery grit inside was the remnants of her soul's collapse.

Looking at this incredible scene, Dumbledore asked in a tone of uncertainty that "what just happened?" ”

Chromie explained in a meaningful tone, "It's nothing, it's just that it's been eaten up by the power of time." You don't think that a mortal like her will travel through time at will, distort history, and reverse cause and effect at will, without paying any price, right? ”

"Distort history? Reversing cause and effect? ”

Tyrantiel has a keen grasp of two key words.

"Yes.

Mosalla did more than just steal the title of the Witch of Saluk and the fruits of civilization.

Instead, they used the power of the Time Crystal and the Sundial to travel back in time to steal knowledge and technology, and then pass it on to the lizardmen who were slaves at the time in the form of secret societies.

She then returns to the time in which she lived, using these secret associations to launch a rebellion and wrest control of the city from the declining Zaruk Witch.

Since then, all history of the Northlands has been erased from all of Zaruk's witches, leaving only Mossara and her ancient lizardmen.

So all the legends and relics of the Northland about the creator race actually refer to them.

In order to attain eternal immortality, the Mosara also binds itself to tens of thousands of years of time through magical rituals.

When this magical ritual is completely disrupted, she naturally has to accept the corresponding backlash and pay the price for her arrogance. ”

As he spoke, Chromie bent down to pick up the terrifying bone hourglass that had fallen to the ground, and there was a hint of mockery in his tone.

As a bronze dragon of Azeroth, she undoubtedly knows better than most mortals how stupid and reckless this act of influencing the future by altering the past can be.

Although Mosara tried its best to control its sphere of influence in the untouched wilderness of the Northlands, it did not cause the temporal chaos that affected the entire continent of Faeron, and even turned it all into a part of established history.

But that doesn't mean the whole thing isn't serious enough.

Contrary!

The more the lizardman queen tries to avoid the destruction of the kingdom she has created, the greater the disturbance of time and the more terrifying the backlash will be.

The bone hourglass that Chromie is holding in his hand at the moment is the best proof of this.

It is like a poisonous fruit condensed by this reversal of the wrong timeline, and it has the effect of disrupting time within a certain range.

During this time, spells like Time Stop will have incredible random effects.

For example, the caster instantly ages a hundred years old, directly becomes an infant, and travels to the past or future dozens to hundreds of years ago, etc.

In addition, prophecy magic can also get diametrically opposed misinformation due to this uncertain time confusion.

In short, the bone hourglass is like a-stirring stick inserted into time, and even the user can't really control it.

And with each use, part of the grit formed by the disintegration of the Mosala's soul disappears.

When it's all gone, it will be completely useless.

"What do you mean...... This lizardman has managed to tamper with time and history? ”

Dumbledore's pupils dilated, and his heartbeat began to speed uncontrollably.

"Yes, she managed to change history.

Albeit only a little insignificant part.

Also, can you please give me that time crystal?

I had to report these things and what happened to the master immediately. ”

As he spoke, Chromie stretched out his right hand and stared at the crystal pillar in the headmaster's hand.

"Absolutely."

Without saying a word, Dumbledore handed the Time Crystal over.

He had tasted it and knew that this power was not something he could control.

"Thank you!"

Getting the most important item of the trip, Chromie walked out of the temple without saying a word, transformed into a dragon, grabbed the heavy sundial and flapped his wings and flew outside.

Although many of the lichs of the Arcane Society were interested in sundials and time crystals, they originally planned to stay and study them carefully, but decided to give up after realizing that it might be a direct order from Zuo Si.

With the end of the life of Queen Mosala, the ancient city fell into the hands of the Empire.

General Taylor commanded his troops to search every nook and cranny with the lichs, and captured as many as three or four thousand prisoners, and tens of thousands of those who were killed.

Deep beneath the city, they found not only the sleeping place of the lizardmen, but also the remains of the devastated Saluk Witch in the depths.

Through the examination of the corpses and relics, it can be concluded that they are the remnants of the Istto Sefifer Empire.

However, they migrated to settle in the area of Neverwinter after the flooding of the Ferin Demon Sunflower caused a drastic change in climate.

To put it bluntly, it is a group of refugees who have fled the Enoch Desert, and the number may be only a few thousand.

Because of this, they can only desperately create lizardmen who can adapt to the local climate as servants to work in their place.

After all, their glowing red eyes could directly inject awe and fear into the hearts of all Scaly lifeforms.

In other words, it is a complete "blood suppression", a kind of genetic material engraved in genes.

This is why, after the decline and slumber of the Saruk Witch, scaly creatures such as snakemen and lizardmen began to rise and gain freedom.

As long as the creators are willing, they can force the scaly creatures to mutate their forms at any time, such as turning their arms into tentacles, turning their bodies into snake or human bodies, and growing a pair of huge wings on their backs.

And all of this can be done in a matter of minutes.

What's even more outrageous is that the Zaruk Witch can adjust the basic stats of the scaly race as needed, as long as it does not exceed the maximum limit of that race.

In other words, they can turn a skinny and stupid scrapwood lizardman into a top-of-the-line Super Lizardman with Strength Twenty, Constitution Twenty, Agility Eighteen, Perception Eighteen, Intelligence Sixteen, and Charisma Eighteen.

It also grants or removes a special, supernatural, or spell-like ability as you like.

For the scaly people, the Saruch Witch is basically synonymous with the creator and the gods.

Unfortunately, they apparently did not anticipate the emergence of Mosara as an alien among so many lizardmen, and as a result, they were destroyed.

While the lichs of the Arcane Society were digging, exploring, and studying the ancient city, Zuo Si was meeting an important visitor on a hill more than two hundred kilometers outside of Leicester Harbour.

It is not difficult to see from the direction of the latter that the destination of his trip is none other than Neverwinter.

To be precise, he was suddenly caught in the process of teleporting magic over a distance.

"Hello, the rightful heir to the Empire of Istor Sephifer, a witness to the rise and fall of the Nethrel civilization, and the prophet of the earth, Asindor, who has been praised and revered by countless arcane spellcasters. If I'm not mistaken, you're probably going to visit the Lizardman Queen Mosala, right? ”

Zuo Si bluntly named the identity of the other party and the intention of this trip.

"Yes, the Great Prince of Hell, Emperor of the West Coast Empire, and a traveling mage with extraordinary powers, His Majesty Soth. I was indeed heading to Neverwinter, for something familiar to me seemed to be awakening. ”

The Earth Prophet Asindo touched his chest with one hand and bowed deeply, without the slightest hint of the arrogance and conceit of the Grand Arcanist of the Nethrel era, and had put his position very low from the beginning.

Because he has witnessed the destruction of Netheril's civilization, he knows better than anyone the gap between gods, quasi-gods, and mortals.

Especially the one in front of him, even in Bato's hell, his strength is second only to Asmodeus, who represents the will of the plane.

Not long ago, he also exploded the hammer and decapitated the incarnation of the powerful god Geush.

Although in terms of age and time spent studying magic, Asindo can basically be regarded as a living fossil of the Faeron continent, like the undead Owo, the demigod Iolem, and the wizard king Laloch can only be regarded as a small character in front of him, but he does not dare to have any disrespect for the young man in front of him.

Because the gap between the positions of the two sides is there, even if he fights for his life, he can't change the final result.

Zuo Si looked at this witch lich disguised as a human with interest, and it took more than ten seconds before he responded with a smile: "If you are worried that that power stone will cause an ecological disaster that will affect the entire Faeron Continent and even the planet Torreel, you don't have to worry. Because I've already sent someone to deal with it, it should be over by this time if nothing else. ”

"You destroyed Mosara and her kingdom of lizardmen?"

Asindo jerked his head up with a shocked expression.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, my people have completely destroyed her and everything she has. If I'm not mistaken, the Mosara must be a member of the [Betis] secret organization, right? ”

"You even know that?"

The expression on the Earth Prophet's face suddenly became even more astonished.

Because [Betis] is the organization of the Saruk Witch that specializes in magic, although it is headquartered in Orem, the capital of the Istto Sefifer Empire, it is actually a cross-national and ethnic organization.

As long as you have enough magical talent and can contribute to the organization, even the lizardmen and snake people who are slaves can join them.

The Netherriel Scrolls are the most famous creation of the Order.

However, because it is a secret organization, most of the members will basically hide their identities.

Except for like-minded friends, no one knows each other's appearance and ethnicity.

Especially after 34,500 years after the fall of the Istto Sefifer Empire, no one except for a few survivors of that year knew these secrets.

"Of course I do. Because apart from being a member of Betis, it is impossible for Mosara to obtain so much magical knowledge and technology from the Saruk Witch. Oh, I almost forgot to ask, you don't know she's a time traveler yet, do you? ”

When he said this, the corners of Zuo Si's mouth rose slightly, revealing a playful and playful look.

"Time traveler? What do you mean ......"

The Earth Prophet Asindo realized something in an instant, and directly transformed from human form to the immortal form of the Zaruk Witch.

Due to the time it had been so long since he had died, his flesh had already completely decayed, and he looked like a snake man's skeleton, except for the upper body and head that showed obvious witch features.

"Well, yes, that's what I meant.

How do you think Mosara joined Betis?

By her own magical gifts and talents?

No!

She was originally nothing more than an insignificant slave, and she managed to fool the person in charge at the time by traveling back in time and bringing back the magic and technology she had invented as a stepping stone.

In doing so, she has access to all of the most important secrets, including the Netherel Scrolls.

By going back in time to different time periods in the past and continuing to learn and research, Mosara has managed to earn the trust of all.

Eventually, she used this trust to hide some powerful weapons and artifacts in a hidden place, and then returned to the future to dig them out and lead the lizardmen in a rebellion, eliminating the witches who had established the city in the area of Neverwinter, erasing all traces of their existence.

When the dust settled, she began to try to establish contact with Orem, the only surviving underground city of the Istosefifer Empire.

Since you were born almost 10,000 years after the destruction of the Istto Sefifer Empire.

Therefore, the only information that can be obtained is that there is a sleeping kingdom of ancient lizardmen beneath Neverwinter in the Northlands, and its queen was one of the core members of Betis in the early years.

Unbeknownst to everyone, she was actually a rebellious slave, a murderer who killed thousands of Saluk witches. ”

Zuo Si bluntly stated all the conclusions he had drawn through observation and inference.

In fact, although he did not appear in person during this process, he never left his sights, watching everything that happened in the ancient city beneath the seal.

It's just that the situation has always been under control, so I didn't choose to intervene directly.

"What about the evidence? What proof do you have that these words are true? ”

The eye sockets of the skull of Asindo shone with a terrifying cold light, as if to show the unrest in the owner's heart.

Zuo Si raised a finger and pointed upwards at the growing black dot in the sky: "Well, here comes my evidence." ”

Soon, Chromie, who had taken the form of a dragon, slowly descended in height, placed the heavy sundial on the ground with great difficulty, and then placed the time crystal and bone hourglass beside her, and then transformed into a double ponytail dwarf loli, tired like a puppy sticking out her tongue.

There is no way, the sundial is too heavy, it is completely a solid special stone, with tens of thousands of runes and magic patterns densely engraved on it, and gems are inlaid in the required places, and the total weight is estimated to reach several tons.

"It's ?!!!"

As a member of the [Betis] organization, the Earth Prophet recognized this lost artifact almost at a glance, and immediately believed seven or eight points in his heart.

After all, there are not many treasures that can peer into the past and the future across time, and the sundial is just one of them.

But this thing alone obviously can't do time travel.

Therefore, he carefully picked up the time crystal, and immediately felt the power of time contained in it.

If the two are combined, it is not impossible to do time travel either.

What's more, Acindo also saw the hourglass of time in the bones.

Maybe something else can deceive people, but this thing formed by the twisting and disintegration of the bones and souls of the lizardmen is definitely the result of playing with time to eat.

"Well, do you believe it now?" Zuo Si asked bluntly.

Acindo nodded slightly: "Of course."

With so much evidence in front of me, I simply don't have any reason to be suspicious.

If you don't mind, can you allow me to go over and have a look?

I feel obligated to collect the remains of my dead compatriots and bring them back to Olem for burial. ”

"Absolutely." Zuo Si happily agreed. "It just so happens that I also have some cooperation and want to talk to you and the Saruch Witch behind you, so come to me directly when you're done."

"Cooperation?"

There was a hint of confusion in Arsindo's tone.

Because he really couldn't think that his race had almost retired from the stage of history, and that even the number of witches alive was pitiful, and what cooperation could he have.

"That's right, cooperation.

I know that you and your people have been seeking a hot and humid place to re-establish your kingdom.

And I just happen to be able to provide such a piece of land.

But in exchange, you have to pay a small price......"

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si raised his hand and pinched his two fingers together and gestured slightly, as if the so-called price was really only a little bit.