In the mind of Silas, the Lord of the Desert, the six sealed ancient wizard towers should have been destroyed at that time, rather than sinking them into the mountains to seal them.

"Although the few rune masters who built the wizard tower are very stupid, according to what you said, the garbage they left behind is especially precious to the wizarding class today......

The conclusion drawn by the mocking Desert Lord Silas, though not very pleasant, is clearly what he really thinks.

It's just that the rune master who built the wizard tower can be called a 'fool', and he is definitely unique in today's surface plane.

Raymond, who already understood the powerful ancient wizard class, was already a little immune to his views at this time, so Raymond, who didn't want to continue to discuss this matter, simply expressed his doubts. "Lord Silas, what kind of realm did you reach before you fell?"

Silas, the Lord of the Desert, whose face twitched when he heard the 'body fall', was a little annoyed at first, but then he replied with a long sigh and some frustration. "The old man has already reached the peak of the eighth-order wizard back then, but he has never been promoted, otherwise the legion under the command of the old man would not have been wiped out so quickly......

Turning the conversation back to Silas, the Lord of the Desert in the Battle of the World, apparently still haunted by the last battle in which he was killed.

The second legion he commanded was the most relegated legion that could be cobbled together by the entire plane at that time.

There are more than 1,000 high-level wizards with Dawn level strength, and more than 10,000 middle-level wizards who have reached the Dawn realm. Nearly 30,000 low-level wizards below the dawn level, and more than 2,000 rune masters and spell masters whose strength was between the dawn and dawn levels, were the combat power he could control in that battle.

"If it weren't for the fact that those cowards had fled into the lower planes. The old man's combat power will be more than three times great!" Speaking of this, the desert lord Silas became annoyed again, and his voice was raised a lot. "Those fools with a small eye will turn into dust in the lower planes after the battle of annihilation, and they will not even be able to leave a ...... inheritance."

The battle power statistics that Silas, the Lord of the Desert, said before, but it made Raymond a little dizzy, such a powerful legion turned out to be the combat power that the wizarding world could mobilize after suffering many heavy losses and the alliance split. If you calculate backwards, the combat power that the ancient wizard had in his heyday was simply unimaginable.

It's just that when he came back to his senses, he immediately thought of a new question. It's just that Silas's nostalgic look made him hesitate, and he paused before he sighed. "It's a pity, these people who joined the legion with the heart of death can use the method of collective self-explosion in the space passage. It is also difficult to hinder the steady progress of the True Spirits. Even if it's just a doppelganger projection of those true spirits, it's hard to be killed by the Gathering Technique......"

"And their unique dream infiltration and puppet manipulation are simply catastrophic for wizards whose realm is not stable......"

"And what is especially desperate is that these true spirits are immune to the vast majority of physical plane attacks, so that the methods of war have to change with them......"

Hearing this, Raymond, who sensed more and more doubts, finally decided to interrupt him to ask. "Lord Silas, if the alliance hadn't split back then. Is there a chance of winning by pooling all your combat power?"

"The odds are still no...... "Raymond replied instinctively, but then Silas, the Lord of the Desert, who looked extremely annoyed, roared in a low voice. "Boy, what do you think true spirits are! They are powerful creatures from the Chaos Plane. Each of them has a strength that is not weaker than the Dawn level!"

Ignoring the anger of Silas, Lord of the Desert, Raymond asked. "But when you mentioned the True Spirit Legion earlier, you meant that they are quite powerful just by projecting their clones, so what kind of creatures are they?"

"Creatures, they're not strictly creatures!" After categorically rejecting it, the Desert Lord Silas's expression became a little confused, and he opened his mouth to say something but did not say anything, and only asked rhetorically after a moment. "Boy, what do you think is the difference between a ghost and a wraith?"

Raymond, who had already researched, replied. "Spirits are aggregates of energy formed by the remnants of unconscious souls, while resentful spirits are evil creatures left over from obsessions, both of which are immaterial creatures!"

"Yes, yes, it's more accurate than the old man's cognition, but the true spirits are more special existences, they are not formed by the remnant soul or obsession, they are the appearance of mental fluctuations, so only attacks from the material plane that they can withstand will cause them to suffer!"

It was previously believed that the girl Becky was a life form formed by some kind of mental fluctuations, so the interpretation of Silas, the Lord of the Desert, could be regarded as confirming Raymond's previous speculations.

But seeing Raymond's expression, he was not surprised, but Silas, the Lord of the Desert, was annoyed in vain. "Boy, did you know the Tao before?"

"The teenage Becky was originally in a picture, and my research into the attacks and her behavior has shown that she is not a creature like a ghost......"

Hearing this, Silas, the Lord of the Desert, seemed to understand that he had misunderstood, and turned his gaze to the side, and as his pupils rotated, a strange feeling sprung up in Raymond's heart as his gaze shifted.

It's just that in the face of the area that does not have energy fluctuations, Raymond can't see any changes, and can't help but be slightly surprised.

And Silas, the Lord of the Desert, who turned his face around, looked proud, and he raised his eyebrows and said to Raymond. "Boy, can you see what the old man released just now?"

There was a mockery in the eyes of Silas, the Lord of the Desert, who seemed to be showing off, which made Raymond a little speechless, because he had not seen that there was such a side in the heart of this ancient powerful wizard known as the 'King of the Desert'.

It was only when his perception was released that Raymond's expression became serious, because he could feel that there was nothing in the small area that was wrong, but when he sensed and probed, he always felt that there must be something there.

Silas, the desert lord who followed Raymond, said with a big smile after seeing his dazed expression. "Perception can sometimes be clouded, and what is observed with the naked eye cannot be trusted!"

Speaking of this, the Lord of the Desert, Silas, who paused at this point, saw that Raymond was thoughtful, and then continued. "Although the old man's era is extremely prosperous, after all, it has attracted the prying eyes of more powerful planes because it is too wanton, but unfortunately the time left for the entire plane is too short, so there is no way to uncover all the mysteries......"

Raymond, who was moved by the sound, turned his gaze back to the small area, and after turning on the spectral analysis of the chip, he found that there was an insect specimen the size of a fingernail in the empty area!

There are more than a dozen pairs of centipede-like insects, all bearded and tailed, but there is a needle-sized penetrating wound on the skull, apparently killed by a single blow.

Raymond, who had never seen such an insect before, stretched out his fingers and carefully pinched it, the touch of his fingertips made him understand that this insect specimen was isolated from the outside world, which allowed it to be preserved to this day.

It's just that Raymond's actions made the desert lord Silas let out a snort, and then the old face shook so that his body was also revealed.

Silas, the long, but extremely emaciated Lord of the Desert, twisted his neck and loosened his body, but his gaze never took off Raymond's fingers, and only after a moment did he make sure that he was really looking closely at the insect specimen. "Boy, what kind of exercises do you study that can make you see the projection of this true spirit......" (to be continued......