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A layer of ethereal blue light, with the footsteps, the water waves generally flow past everyone, and just behind this halo, the world in everyone's eyes reveals a different shape in an incomprehensible change. It's like turning the page of a book, or lifting a curtain, and the light jumps out of the colorful trail in the blue, and then recomposes into a new shape.

Amazing view.

Lingering overhead, the jewel-like emerald green dissipated, and between the shadows of the trees, large traces of blue sky and white clouds were already revealed.

When people stopped, the place where they stood was a flat space, with half-human-tall green plants weaving a sea of verdant green, but the canopy that covered the sky and the sun had already formed a circular edge somewhere behind them, and the bright sunlight swayed from the sky, illuminating the sky in front of them. There was another layer of faint, distorted luster, spreading out in mid-air, so that the summer sun, which was already in the west, took on a mild and pleasant color, and the clear lungs blew against the wide valley in front of them.

"Mentor Albert's grasp of the situation is indeed correct. ”

Amberina lifted her gaze and looked into the depths of the vegetation, and in the distance, the criss-crossing rock buildings were ancient ruins, but with their own rules, between the barren grass and the twisted trees, they were formed into a complex of buildings larger than all the ruins, all the ruins, or the cities that had been visited.

As far as the eye can see, you can see a qiē, a pattern made of boulders, or you can vaguely infer that they were once elaborate workmanship, fine layout, combined with those sheer volumes, to form a masterpiece comparable to any other building in the Great 6. However all the buildings. But it's very different from what I remember......

“...... City of Gates,"

After taking a few steps forward, the mage stopped in front of a towering stone monument, waved her staff, and with a small force of arcane power, ripped away the tender green vines coiled around it, trying to find some of the city's secrets in the streaks that had not yet been erased by time, but quickly. She gave up, because the words had been ruthlessly eroded by time, and the remaining blurred lines, even if they were condensed in her mind, could not be reduced to a kind of text that could be used as a reference, so she could only look away. More eyes will be cast on the city.

This city is dead.

There are no inhabitants, rulers on high ground, or the occasional traveler...... All the life is just the verdant, dark green or yellowish purple vines hanging on the walls of the boulders. Entangled with the strange blades that spread and crawled through every crevice of the building. Large expanses of moss and silt, and occasional shadows peeking out of the corners.

Even if this complex represents a once-powerful hegemony, their owner was once the only voice on the earth. But that's all gone, and now only ruins remain of its former glory, representing the loss of all parts of the city's life...... Only those huge, towering ruins are the only witnesses to the majesty of this piece of architecture in the past.

Time is like water, and the epic will turn into dust.

The heaviness of the years. Let all the people who saw this qiē take a breath quietly, and the silence was invisibly pervasive, pressing a kind of depression on everyone's hearts.

"It should be there, right?"

It was Edward who broke the silence, and the young man's voice didn't seem to spoil the silence. It just reached into everyone's heart with it, and let them lift their eyes at that moment, and condense it into the distance, the one under the blue sky. A building that forms a shadow.

Probably a huge temple, or an altar?

At this moment, the mages showed thoughtful expressions at the same time.

If this is indeed a relic of a floating city from the days of the Magic Empire, then the only way to its core is to have access to it, and normally they are built in the very center, the mage's castle.

The crowd wandered along the stone path submerged in the grass in this thousand-year-old city, and because there was no hindrance, the footsteps were heard far away, and the hollow echoes usually sounded from both ends, striking everyone's ear drums or hearts from afar. When the light in the sky passed through the non-existent shield, the luster cast was more golden red, and even the clouds seemed to hang down a little at this time, and the deepest silence made everyone feel a kind of oppression, but they only restrained this oppression in their hearts.

"It's weird, it's too quiet here, isn't it?"

The Psychic Warlock frowned and muttered a mutter, but it was only this voice that attracted the mages' sideways glances.

"Lord Edward, you might as well try to find something that would make this place less quiet, but wait until we get out of here. Amberina looked up and glared fiercely at the guy who was talking nonsense regardless of the occasion, but she was not in the mood to waste time and conversation with him at this time.

An ancient, remnant of the last magical era, is never a quiet place, and even ordinary large ruins are usually inhabited by terrifying monsters, undead and magical beasts alike in the slow tempering of time......

Not to mention the remnants of magic that I don't know how many years have survived?

In the era when the ** masters can move mountains and reclaim the sea, and they can do anything, there are always surprising and creepy horror creatures in those miraculous buildings they create, which are not simple magic beasts, or even simple creatures, whether they are demons or strange monsters, they may survive forever with their characteristics, even if their masters are now lost in time, these creatures are still likely to survive in those glorious wreckage.

When the sun silently slipped down at another angle. The shadow of the building finally became clear in view.

It has a large stone wall that has been destroyed in the torrent of time, and a towering stone platform surrounded by broken, huge stone pillars. But even though it has become a vegetated ruin, the damaged appearance leaves only one impression on future generations...... Magnificent, amazingly magnificent!

However, it is only when you get close that you notice what the building really looks like – not a building, but just a doorway.

But it wasn't a stump.

In the world of magic, doors often represent a special meaning. It's like this huge creature in front of you.

The surface of the surface tens of feet high is carved with intricate lines, these lines that scatter the light and flame in the arcane vision, strange interlaced weaving, depicting some strange patterns, and the moment you gaze at it, the arcane power that bursts out of it, even the knights who don't have any arcane talent seem to be blown by the storm of energy, and can't help but take a few steps back!

This colossal creation. It stood so quietly, like a mountain that had not changed since eternity, heavy, firm, as if it would never open.

"The owner of this place is Nellard?fe Saoud. The Emperor of Darkness, the Lord of Bones, the Warlord of the Undead, the Lord of the Thirteenth Layer of the Abyss, and the most famous of the mages. All the qiē here belongs to him, all the property. It is also all behind this gate, but the great emperor does not welcome the arrival of the weak, he will personally measure your qualifications, and save them in the world, so if you have the courage, you can try it inside."

A mage's gaze turned, and he gently read a line of writing etched into the corner of the gate. Then he couldn't help but smile reluctantly: "What an arrogant guy." ”

Apparently, no one was interested in echoing his hoarse laughter.

"The Saoud family is a prominent family in the ancient magic kingdom, and I remember that it was a family of ancient mages with a high reputation for metallurgy and the activation of objects, and the owner of this tomb may be one of them. Amberina said, "Still, the power on this door. It seems very strange, get ready, I don't know what to expect. ”

"Or is it the mage himself?"

But this conjecture is not surprising. Originally, the existence of magicians is an outlier of this era, and the accumulation of knowledge seems to have some idiosyncratic characteristics - just like the story of Faust that Edward knew, the more he knew, the more ignorant he became, so he diligently pursued, and the legend said that many powerful mages would never leave the mage tower for the rest of their lives, even if they achieved great achievements, they would not leave.

Especially since they have turned into undead, they will no longer die, and time has become no longer a luxury, and the lichs can spend hundreds of years studying a certain magic without worrying about the call of the god of death.

If they weren't interested in fame, it wouldn't be strange to stay in this place for a long time, and besides, maybe he could just leave here and wander around.

"Your Excellency, shall we go in?" a mage looked around and swallowed. The young man's sudden question seemed to pry open a small hole in their psychic defenses, and strange associations rushed into their heads with the momentum of bursting the embankment.

"Is there any other option? If you think this is an ordinary cemetery, according to the word here?"

The three mages in the "Goddess on the ......" team all made a similar voice,

The most rudimentary level of the magic web trembled, and a cloud of invisible power was formed, but this simple percussion technique. In the next moment, it changed dramatically, and the power of the magic net generously gave more things on that small mass of power, until the invisible power possessed the essence of energy.

When the expanding blue and white light just came into contact with the metal. It was as if it were a living thing, spreading between the patterns on the metal, and the energy of magic gathered, and on the other side of the iron door, which was sealed in the thick of dust, there was a soft creatic sound, and then mixed with a piercing rattle, which was pushed away by a pair of invisible hands.

The light can illuminate half of the stairwell. A 5-foot-wide staircase extends upwards.

At the end of this cloister you walk is an alcove clogged with rubble. A small niche on one wall has a greenish flame burning. A few stones fell from the ceiling, and a green metal door blocked it. There is some kind of short inscription carved on the door. The inscription is written in the ancient lingua franca

The wind and frost of the years. Having stripped away their lustre, many stones had fallen from the walls, revealing jagged stubble below—though almost integrated into the pits, for countless centuries had erased most of the signs of such destruction.

A room that is not very regular in shape. At the back, the open stairwell forms a pit 2o feet high and 5 feet wide. The air here seems to smell a little swampy.

A dark, rough, waxy stone covers the ground. The ground was full of potholes and tattered. Sharp shards were scattered everywhere. There were also charred bone fragments and wood and metal fragments. Layers of ash covered the surface of everything.

The room is shaped like an arrow.

Unlike the Psychic Warlocks, most people's gazes, at the first moment, fell on the center of the wide room, right in front of them, a three-foot-high, ten-foot-long bluestone. A huge sarcophagus was placed. Time quietly blurred the stone platform and the sarcophagus, carved with exquisite patterns, so that people could only vaguely distinguish that there was an extremely old one leaning on the lid. Old man figure in robe.

It's just that, although the mysterious mark of the glittering magic luster on the robe of your body is as clean as new, what is hidden under this robe is not a real human being. The kind of black with a little cold light is a trace of metal,

You can see that there is a row of 6 keyholes in front of the table. On the platform is a shallowly carved face with an open mouth and two shining jewel-like eyes.

The carved pillars on the wall have been blurred, but there are still some clear things in them, more than ten huge metal statues, standing in front of each pillar, the sculpture has lifelike carving, delicate to every fold of clothing, there are men and women, each image is different, but all are as big as a giant. All of the statues look like a scholar or spellcaster.

"Welcome, brave. I am a servant belonging to the House of Saud, a steward. My master, Laird?fe Saoud, welcomes you, and in accordance with the ancient rules of hospitality, he has left you a glorious gift. To get it. You'll have to find the six keys that open the place, put each key in the right place, and turn the keys according to the rules left here. And depending on the outcome of your actions, a few of my servants, and perhaps me, will be at your service, and you can only choose the right one. If you pick the wrong one, you'll fight for your life. Hurry up and pick before you can breathe. ”

The voice, slow and indifferent, paused for a long time between words, but it was also a complete sentence, and even if the ancient lingua franca was somewhat different from today's, it did not prevent everyone from understanding it.

"If you want to hear it again, you just have to ask me again. After a pause, he added, and then fell silent amid a slight creak.

Decrypt?

"It's a simple question, the number of turns of the first key is a wonderful number, it is closely related to the way a person sees, hears, and uses things, and the number of turns of the first, second, and third keys is added together to the number of turns of the first key and the number of turns of the third key is so many times the same result, and the number of turns of the fourth key, after increasing itself by so many times, is exactly equal to the sum of the number of turns of the fifth key increasing itself by so many times and the number of turns of the sixth key increasing itself。 And the number of turns of the fifth key, plus the number of turns of the second key, is equal to the number of turns of the sixth key. ”

"It's really ...... so good"

In fact, if you think about it simply, this equation is not too troublesome, but in the narrator's consciousness, there is obviously no concept of multiplication...... As a result, just deciphering this article is time-consuming.

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