The "percussion" spell landed on the closed door and had an immediate effect, and it seemed that the magic still worked for the things here. A tooth-sore creak creaked through the crack in the door, and the door slowly opened to both sides. A warm breeze erupted from the room, out of place with the icy surroundings.

After opening a gap, the door seemed to be in an obstruction, and it kept shaking. Siegel then strengthened the power of the spell and used percussion again. This time, the door smashed the barrier and opened completely to both sides with a thud.

The ceiling in the hallway in front of the door suddenly flipped, and two strange things with multiple pipes popped up, pointing at Siegel and Evan. The two men thought it was a crossbow bolt or something, and quickly dodged it. But after waiting for a while, no crossbow bolts were fired, and the two of them had a false alarm.

Inside is a conference room with rows of fan-shaped seats surrounding the podium in the middle. Many sat precariously and silently stared at a golden ring floating above the podium. When the door opened, a cold wind entered, and all the attendees crumbled into dust in front of Siegel and Evan, leaving only the one-piece clothes to fall to their seats.

"Oh my God!" Evan made a defensive gesture with his sword crossed in front of him. "So many people died at once, and they all turned to dust!"

He suddenly remembered that he still had two one-piece clothes in his backpack, which were worn by the deceased before his death! He hurriedly took out his clothes and threw them aside, "I almost took these things back as a souvenir, almost!"

"The things found here are all dead people's things, but there is not much difference. Siegel pointed to the golden ring on the podium and said, "Look, I've finally found something interesting." ”

Two people walked down the steps of the fan-shaped conference room. At the same time, look at the surrounding furnishings. It is capable of accommodating about two hundred people. Much more than the total number of people in the small lounge outside. The moment I opened the door just now. There were about a hundred corpses here, and more than a dozen one-piece clothes were found outside. What is the purpose of these people gathering here? It doesn't look like they're taking refuge. Siegel thought as he walked, and made many different assumptions. But there is no document, and he cannot prove any of them.

In the end, these people did not escape death, and all of them were "stagnant" here. Siegel felt no trace of magic, not even the fluctuations of the elements, but of all the magical effects that Siegel could think of, only "Eternal Stillness" came closest to it.

The thirty-six stairs quickly came to an end, and the two men stopped in front of the Golden Ring. It's an unremarkable ring. There are no features other than a smooth surface. It appears to have been worn on the little finger, but may also have been adapted to the smaller size and fingers of the "writer".

The ring floats in the air, slowly spinning, and seems to have an endless charm. 'It's a very important thing, it contains all the expectations of a world' - the same thought came to both people's minds.

Evan swallowed, the action keenly captured by Siegel. "What do you think?" said Evan, "Does this thing have magic?"

The mage shook his head, and the fingers that grabbed the defensive staff were slightly forced, digging into the gap in the staff's body: "There is no magic here, but every effect is similar to magic. I still don't understand why the ring is floating in mid-air. So let's be careful. ”

"Stand back, how about I get this ring?" Evan had not yet spoken. He has stretched out his hand.

Siegel grabbed his wrist: "I'd better come, after all, I have more experience in magic protection." ”

Evan frowned, his wrist slightly exerted, but he was still clutched tightly by Siegel. "If you are quick to react and quick, you are inferior to me. Besides, if something goes wrong with me, you can still help me, but if something goes wrong with you, I'll be helpless. In this case, the mage should just hide from a distance and watch. ”

"The words should, hide and watch are very good. Siegel smiled and said, "I should then contradict you that it's safer to use summons." Then the two of us will quarrel, maybe a big fight. ”

Evan took a step back and exclaimed angrily, "I won't fight you!" if you want to take it yourself, why should you slander me? As a king, how can you covet this little ring?"

With a helpless expression on his face, Siegel walked up the steps with his staff in his arms and sat down at the gate. "Whatever you want. When you've calmed down, we'll talk about it again. ”

Seeing this situation, Evan was stunned for a moment, then stomped his foot fiercely and walked to the ring. He reached out and stole a glance at Siegel's expression. There was a faint smile on the mage's face, but Evan could see a hint of ridicule in it. The look seemed to say, "Oh, Your Majesty, everything is yours." ”

"Damn!" Evan retracted, swung his sword, and slashed at the seats in the first row. Things here have long since become fragile and shattered under the sharp "bonfire". Evan kicked the debris on the ground hard, watching them crash against the wall. Siegel remained motionless, looking at him with the same expression.

"I see!" Evan pointed at Siegel, "You're an illusion! Actually, the real person has long since disappeared and wants to take the gold ring! You are a villain who does not match his words and deeds!" He walked over to the gold ring again.

Siegel raised his defensive staff, then scratched his back with it as Evan took a defensive stance. "Have you figured it out? I'm going hungry after a night of tossing. ”

Evan realized that he had guessed wrong—how could any illusion make such expressions and movements, and still speak perfectly? There was a depression in his heart, and he was extremely uncomfortable! Evan grabbed his golden hair, stamped his feet hatefully, and shouted loudly.

"Ahh

He exhaled the last breath of air in his lungs, his face turned red, and then he breathed rapidly, but this calmed him down. He glanced at the ring out of the corner of his eye, then walked up the steps dejectedly and sat down beside Siegel.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?" said Evan, somewhat frustrated, "I finally realized something was wrong. ”

Siegel patted him on the shoulder and said, "After meeting Knox." In order to prevent being mentally controlled by them. I set up a defense in my own mind. If you notice something is wrong, you can alert me in time. and trigger some spells at the same time. It's a strange situation here, there are no spell fluctuations, but it's still affecting my thinking. I was a few steps late to figure it out. ”

"Can you put this kind of protection on my mind?" Evan put his sword on the ground, rubbed his eyes with both hands, and looked up. Siegel saw the look of shame on his face.

"Actually, I've already cast a psychic protection spell on you, and you still have a psychic defense ring. Only this time it wasn't caused by the magic effect, so the methods didn't work. Siegel said to Evan: "As for the deeper means, you can only use them yourself. Siegel thought of Wendy. I went deep into her mind, full of thought that I could solve the problem, but now it seems that there will be trouble one after another. So he said to Evan: "So far, I don't have a one-size-fits-all solution. So Your Majesty, continue to exercise your willpower!"

"Okay! I'll listen to you. Evan said, "That ghost ring can't affect you now, so take it." He let out a long sigh: "I am destined to be destined for nothing on the expedition!"

Siegel just smiled, then grabbed the ring with the mage's hand and placed it in front of him to examine it carefully. Evan rolled his eyes, shook his head, and looked elsewhere.

The ring was heavy in his hand, heavier than expected. Even if you take a closer look. I don't see anything special about it. Whether it's identifying spells for magic items or parsing spells, they tell Siegel that it's just a normal gold ring. But the mage's instincts didn't believe in the results of these spells.

The purpose of all objects is to interact with their surroundings - Siegel remembered the records in the books of the Mage's Guild. So instead of using the formed spell, the most basic elemental power was used to influence it. The water, air, and earth elementals did not react to it, only the fire elemental changed when it passed through.

The heat from the flame was completely absorbed by the ring, and it did not escape at all, and even if you held it in your hand, you could only feel cold. Siegel concentrated his consciousness and focused on channeling the fire element, constantly firing it at the ring.

Soon, the yellow gold ring became glowing throughout, with a dazzling white-gold glow that resembled a small sun. But apart from the light, there was still no heat emanating. Could it be that the power is not strong enough? Siegel was ruthless, and continued to push the temperature of the flame until it turned into a black flame.

The ring finally changed, and some runes appeared from the ring. The ring has the black numbers "four", "six", "eight" and white "ten", "twelve", "twenty" and "hundred" on the outer ring, and the phrase "new hope renewed" on the inner ring.

Siegel stopped using the flames, and everything was back to the way it was. The golden ring lay quietly in the palm of his hand, the numbers and runes all disappeared without a trace, and there was no temperature left, as if nothing had happened.

Now there's only one way to get more information, and that's to bring the ring to your hand. This was actually the first thing to do, but it was the thing that influenced the mind that made Siegel very cautious. He thought a lot about holding the ring, especially worried about whether the ring would have the power of the curse, whether the magic he had mastered would be able to offset the possible harm?

The mage took a deep breath and prepared for the worst. If there is a problem, it will instantly turn into a skeleton, so that the finger will immediately become thinner, and the ring should fall off. But if that didn't work, cutting off a bone should be less painful than cutting off a finger directly - that's all he could do to comfort himself.

Siegel put the ring on the little finger of his left hand, and there was no reaction other than the cold metallic touch. Just as he was wondering, the twenty-sided dice on his chest suddenly trembled, and a flame erupted from the ring, along his chest, in the crook of his arm, and even on his little finger.

His little finger immediately lost consciousness due to paralysis, and the ring was struck by the flames, and it swelled in a circle and slipped off his fingertips. The dice seemed to be exhausted, and another rocket was fired, hitting the ring in mid-air, slamming it into the floor.

It was as if there was a bad breath, and the dice were quiet again. Siegel moved his fingers and found that the flames had passed and that his little finger had regained his freedom. He took out the dice and looked at it, and said to himself, "Looks like you don't want me to wear this ring!"

Hearing the sound of electricity in the room, Evan fears that something has happened to Siegel, so he hurries back. He probed his head and asked, "What's going on?" ”

Siegel thought for a moment, then pulled out the ring from the ground and beckoned to Evan, "You can see if you can bring this ring." (To be continued.) )

PS: What kind of ring is this?