As the rain continued, the tomb filled the tomb with a pungent smell of sulfur, and thick smoke and dust rolled and slowly gathered into a thin black line that seeped into the floor along the gaps.

The black line gradually spread and spread, following the corridor and going straight to the depths of the tomb.

Leon held his breath and listened carefully to the change in footsteps.

The footsteps grew closer and clearer.

"Da, da, da......"

There was a sound of heavy footsteps from far to near, and Leon clenched his dagger, waiting for the enemy to appear.

The footsteps stopped, and Leon held his breath, cautiously on guard, but he did not meet the attack for a long time.

Leon hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped forward and walked to the center of the tomb.

He crouched down and used the dagger in his hand to ruffle the dirt on the ground.

The black soil is very hard, with a moist and sticky texture, and when it touches the palm of the hand, it gives people the illusion of extreme disgust.

"It's ...... Slurry? ”

Li Ang frowned and stared at the black soil in his hand, "Where did these come from?" ”

He tried to dig forward, but the color of the black soil gradually darkened, turning dark green.

"Is it corpse oil?"

Li Ang's pupils shrank, he quickly got up, stepped back quickly, and ran to the edge of the tomb wall.

At the end of the burial chamber, the black candles burned out, leaving only the remains piled up in their original places.

Leon reached out and touched the wall, which was cold and solid, covered with grease.

He took out his lighter and lit the candle, observing it in the faint light.

At the end of the chamber is a thick stone brick wall with intricate totemic textures, and in the corner is a three-meter-high altar surrounded by clay pots containing candles.

"Sacrificial candlesticks?"

Leon looked at the patterns on the stone slab in confusion, which resembled ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, and he knew only a few words—symbolizing greatness and sublimity, symbolizing nobility and mystery.

Leon guessed that the words recorded on this stone tablet were in ancient Egyptian language, and were used to worship ancestors.

But the surface of the slate is smeared with strange circles of metal rust, showing the traces of the vicissitudes of time.

"What used to be here?"

Li Ang calmed down and cut the stone bricks with a dagger.

At the bottom of the stone bricks, there is a heavy layer of gold.

They are a semi-liquid, semi-gelatinous stickiness, like mercury or metal, shimmering with a magnificent golden hue and flowing with tiny crystalline debris.

Leon picked up a gold brick and weighed it, the weight was as light as nothing, but the weight was beyond imagination.

"It's gold!"

He became excited, scanning the patterns on the gold bricks with a flashlight, and lines of text emerged.

"Alexandru ......"

"This gold brick was made by Alexandru?"

Leon raised an eyebrow and continued to look at the surface of the slate.

In addition to the gold bricks, the slate is painted with simple ornaments, including a bull's head, eagle talons, mace, and scepter, as well as a spear encrusted with precious stones.

Leon studied it carefully and found that these things, although crude, seemed to be in line with Alexandru.

"Looks like this is Alexandru's saber?"

He took out his dagger and thrust it into the gap in the stone brick.

As the dagger entered, the slab cracked open, revealing a circular cavity.

Leon drew his short sword and saw a palm-sized iron plate in the hollow, with some quaint patterns carved into it.

He raised his short sword and leaned over, and when he looked closely, he found that there were many words engraved on the iron plate, but they were too vague to distinguish between the real and the fake.

At this moment, the stone slab above the hole suddenly exploded and collapsed, falling a cloud of black mud and covering the iron plate.

The black mud wriggled and burrowed into the iron plate, which in a moment turned jet black and transparent again.

The handwriting on the iron plate is clearly visible: "...... I am the patron saint of the Egyptian people, Alexandru? Ezvanov ......

The history of the Egyptian nation has been annihilated in the torrent of time, and you will never know my existence......"

Li Ang was stunned, the content on this slate reminded him of the term "Egyptian history", which seemed to have some meaning?

Anyway, he finally found Alexandru Ezvanov's legacy.

This gold brick is made of gold, and the words and patterns on it are also cast in gold, which is priceless; The iron plate was a spear forged by Alexandru himself, and it was a very precious artifact; There are also hundreds of black clay sculptures in the altar, which are the burial objects he left behind.

These funerary goods were all gold and precious stones, and their value was much larger than the two copper chests combined.

Leon carefully put away the gold bricks and turned his head to look at the bronze coffin in the corner.

The charms on the bronze coffin are faintly visible, and they are distorted and grotesque portraits, full of terrifying fluctuations of power.

He stretched out his palm, grabbed the lid of the coffin, and shook it violently, trying to break it.

The woman in the coffin let out a cry of pain, and the lid finally came loose, slid into the coffin, and lifted the bottom cover, revealing a young child, bound in chains and tied to a large wooden frame.

On the wooden shelf was a black iron box, the surface of the box was engraved with intricate and obscure magic symbols, and it was faintly visible, and above the box was a hideous and fierce wolf head.

"This should be...... Eye of the Wolf King! ”

Li Ang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly looked over, and found that the Eye of the Wolf King was sleeping peacefully, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen into some kind of silence, and he had forgotten himself.

"The demonic beasts of this world like to sleep and rest after eating and drinking, and it seems that the Eye of the Wolf King is no exception......

Well? ”

Leon stared at the Wolf King's eyes, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that the ability of the Eye of the Wolf King is to sleep?"

The Eye of the Wolf King can make the monsters coma and sleep, and maintain stability for a period of time, and can even control the behavior of the monsters, making them obediently lie on their stomachs and wait for orders.

This kind of ability is really good for Leon.

"This thing must be a legendary-level special item, if I have it, the combat power will definitely be doubled!"

Li Ang swallowed, his eyes greedily looking at the Wolf King's eyes.

This object is an Egyptian holy artifact and represents the pinnacle of the Egyptian mythological system.

If you can get it, you can not only gain powerful magical powers, but also use it to build a powerful force and even a nation!

"But how do you get it?"

Li Ang rubbed his head and thought about a solution.

Suddenly, a hint of danger came to his mind, making his hair stand on end in an instant, and he rolled to the side without hesitation.

Thundered!

With the explosion, the entire tomb trembled violently, and the mud and sand on the top of the tomb fell, and a violent wave of air hit Li Ang, almost blowing him away.

The roof of the chamber cracked abruptly, revealing a deep dark hole with rays of sunlight shining through.