It wasn't black smoke, it wasn't the stars shining, it was a faint halo of light, like wisps of black silk poking out of the void, drifting slowly.

"Magic?"

Li Ang was stunned, "Magic rune paper? ”

He had heard that magicians used rune paper to perform all kinds of powerful magic, such as wand wielding, magic robe tremors, magic scroll releases, elemental convergence, and spell reflexes, which was an extremely high-end skill that only magic apprentices and low-level mages could do, and often required decades of hard work.

Thrall is a second-order high-level magician, only one step away from a magister, and it stands to reason that it is impossible to cast magic with rune paper.

Li Ang's eyes condensed slightly, and he reached out to pinch the edge of the rune paper, tearing it off suddenly, and then erased the residue with his fingertips.

There were some faint blood stains on the paper, which had not yet completely subsided, as if it had just been torn off someone's body.

When Thrall died, someone infiltrated his tomb and stole the rune paper and Thrall's magic books.

Leon looked up, everything in his vision was gray and there was no light, but the trees and grass in the distance could shine some light, giving people an eerie atmosphere.

"Hulala~"

Suddenly, a strong wind blew out of thin air, the leaves rustled, and a twisted and ugly face suddenly appeared on the trunk of a thick oak tree.

He stared at Leon with scarlet eyes, his lips opening and closing, and he made a low voice.

"Sal, you're finally dead."

Leon snorted coldly, clenched his fists, and slammed into the trunk of the oak tree, breaking the huge oak tree at the waist.

The moment the oak tree broke, the gray fog that had shrouded the cemetery quickly dissipated, revealing the truth.

It was a mausoleum of tombs and tombstones.

Next to each grave was a banner waving in the wind, with an ancient awkward inscription that vaguely matched Saar's name.

There are at least a thousand graves, and this is only the tip of the iceberg of the mausoleum complex, and there are still many more graves in the depths, and the light and dark phosphorus fire and ghost fire sway in the darkness, like the claws of evil spirits stretched out in hell, and it is terrifying.

Leon swept around and found a few slightly familiar figures, namely Akmund, Orfina, Barton, Iago, and so on.

Dressed in heavy armor and carrying long swords, they stood beside the tombs of their respective monarchs, staring intently ahead.

"How did they know that Thrall was dead? I remember throwing Sal's body into the coffin with my own hands. ”

Leon scratched his head and wondered, "Could it be that the content of our conversation was leaked to the Magic Council?" ”

"No, it's not."

He shook his head again, "The magicians of the Magic Council are crazy people who would rather destroy themselves than be controlled. Even if we did speak in their ears, there would be no way we would know that Thrall was dead. ”

He thought for a while, and suddenly laughed, "Hey, it looks like their target is Sal!" ”

"Thrall's magic books?"

Li Ang rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, "Shouldn't all these tombs be buried with legendary magicians?"

Are their souls imprisoned in the grave? ”

Such a thought popped into his mind, and he quickly overturned it.

"No, if the graves are all the remains of magicians, then Sal should be dug up.

If Sal had been buried alive, he wouldn't have had to design the ritual. ”

Leon fell into deep thought.

"Whatever their purpose, I've finally completed my mission and can go home."

He patted the dust off his clothes and nodded at a fresh urn, "Sal is dead, it's useless to keep these things, take them all away." ”

With that, he walked towards the end of the cavern.

After walking out of the tomb, he saw an open stone door, on which hung a metal battle axe five meters long, the blade of which was mottled with rust and filled with rich fluctuations of magical energy, showing its good value.

Leon took the opportunity to remove the axe, stuffed it into the ring, and continued to walk.

The deeper you walk into the cave, the more lifelike the statues on the walls become.

They were clad in armor, rode horses, wore oxen's crowns, and carried bows and arrows and spears.

These were the armies of Saruman's reign, and although they were in tatters, they still had traces of battle.

"After so many years, there are still so many magical weapons left?"

Leon was amazed and encountered many demonic monsters along the way, including gnolls, ghouls, skeleton soldiers, femme fatales, and so on.

It didn't take much effort for him to clear the entire cavern and come to the bottom of the cavern, where rows of stone chests were displayed.

Li Ang first picked out a few well-preserved chests with newer colors and gorgeous shapes, and opened them to see that they were full of exquisite jewelry, all kinds of medicines, and even a lot of alchemical potions.

This made Leon feel very good, and he was about to continue his search, but the soil under his feet suddenly collapsed.

"Huh?"

Leon let out a low snort, keenly sensing the aura of danger, and threw himself forward without thinking, while kicking the ground with his right leg and rolling sideways to avoid the collapsed ground.

Boom!!

With a muffled sound, the solid rocky ground burst into countless cracks, densely intertwined.

"There is something strange about this underground cavern, and after Thrall's death, he became a resentful spirit, guarding this precious heritage and refusing to let outsiders touch it; But his body was dumped in the wilderness, and he was not even buried......"

Leon lay on the pit and looked at the gray-white gas surging in the abyss, "Since Thrall is dead, why should these resentful spirits help me?"

Do you say ......"

He looked up and looked through the hole into the pitch-black sky.

The sky dome seems to be made up of huge meteorites, and the surface of each meteorite is covered with intricate, obscure and mysterious textures.

This is the rumored World Barrier in the wizarding world, blocking the arrival of the Lich King.

On the other side of the barrier of the world, there is a vast and vast world—it is said to be the area outside the world, where the gods live, and the temple, the kingdom of God, and the heaven where many gods have fallen.

Leon withdrew his gaze and stared at the grave in front of him.

Surrounded by an endless stream of resentful spirits, several majestic statues stood still, dressed in black robes and silver trim, with gold badges on their chests.

One of the statues holds a scepter in its right hand, and at the top of the scepter is a crystal ball that glows softly to drive out darkness.

The other sculpture is a cylindrical object about six or seven feet long, with spiky edges and corners on the surface, two slender horns at the top, and three chains hanging from the end.

"Who are these two sculptures?"

Leon frowned and looked at the two unfamiliar sculptures, the one on the left was most likely Thrall himself, and the one on the right was probably the legendary magician.