The young mage's steps were unhurried, with a fixed frequency and a unique charm.

His demeanor was as calm, and there was a hint of a mysterious smile on his lips, strolling through the corridors of the labyrinth, and between the staggered steps, the light of the flickering rune traps gradually dimmed.

These traps really couldn't threaten him if he was guarded, and although he did feel limited in his powers, his awareness remained sharp.

After all, these traps are too old.

A few lights shone through the corner in front of the corridor, and he slowly walked into the huge square, his smile growing brighter in the face of a large crowd of people with stunned expressions.

This hall is the experimental place of the subordinates of the two chiefs, the scene is strange, there is even a huge test bed, floating in the air under the traction of dozens of iron chains, revealing a few keels on it, and around the hall, the original appearance of the ancient imperial ruins is still maintained, covered with sculptures of guards, neatly dressed and armored, solemn faces, eyebrows and eyes are clearly visible.

However, before the young mage could finish the view of the hall, he heard an unpleasant scolding.

"Stop, who are you?!Intruder!Kill him!" A black-robed man standing next to a newborn white dragon spat out four sentences in a series of words, quickly sentencing the reckless young mage to death.

The black-robed men and guards around them simply complied with the man's orders, and they either drew their wands, began to chant incantations, or drew their swords and spears to attack the uninvited guest.

In such a secluded place, those who dare to trespass on it will surely die.

However, the intruder did not seem to have such an awareness, and he still smiled in the face of such a group of guys shouting and shouting and killing: "Well, this is really a group of hospitable guys, but your enthusiasm is a little too much......"

He stretched out a finger, and a little phosphopho-like green light lit up on the nail, crackling as if it were burning, and in the midst of the stunned, the flesh on that hand melted like a candle, leaving only a dull white bone.

At the same time, a dark aura was released from him, and his face gradually began to deform, his handsome facial features began to distort, and his skin and flesh dried up, as if a living person had turned into a dried corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was not the only one who had undergone such a change, and at the same time as his body changed, all the people in the hall seemed to be choked by a tremendous force, their eyes spat out, their whole bodies floated into the air, their lower limbs struggling to stomp, and a rancid breath with a crackling crunch sound floated out from between their flesh and skin, like a clear line, floating to the intruder's palm, where it coalesced into a ball.

When the last scream was weakly extinguished, the flesh and bones of the young mage were completely gone, and everyone in the hall was reduced to a dry skeleton, and the flesh clung to the bones like sun-dried orange peels, and fell to the ground one by one.

"It's much quieter now. An ethereal voice floated from the skeleton standing alone.

Phosphorescent light flickered in his eyes, and the lich shook the [***] scented ball of light from his palm, and one by one the fallen corpses stood up again, muffled roars coming out of their throats like living corpses in a graveyard.

"What a disappointment. The dissatisfied tone slowly drifted from the other end to the lich's side, three figures appeared at the other end of the hall, two solid red robes were a little dazzling in the dim fire light, the only person in the black robe hid his face under the hood, and he couldn't see any expression clearly, and the two red-robed chief gentlemen, looking at the walking corpse at the other end of the hall, had a very disappointing expression on their faces: "No guest has ever turned a hospitable host into a living corpse, Lord Sazastan, your behavior is too barbaric." ”

"Hmm?" The flame in the lich's eyes jumped and jumped, as if there was a bit of a sense of irony, "Neveron, is this how your servants entertain guests?"

A living corpse waved his wand, and just moments earlier, he had judged the death sentence of the 'guest' in four short sentences: "Should I think you have some problems with the way your subordinates are educated?"

"No, no, no, any of my servants would have their heads shattered in the face of intruding strangers, and he had done nothing wrong with that. Neveronpi smiled and spread his hands: "Actually, it was your negligence, Lord Sazastan, why didn't you inform us that you were coming, so that we didn't prepare in advance to welcome you, well, we are all old friends, you want to take a look here, inform us in advance, will we old friends still stop you?"

"Well, you're so hypocritical, Neveron......" The old laugh slowly spread from the lich's body, and his two phosphorus fires kept jumping, "Actually, you've been preparing for a long time, right?oh, I should have known, except for you, probably no one would be bored enough to leak this news to me through the mouth of the Inquisition, so you deliberately lured me here?hmm, tell me, what have you prepared for me?...... Dragon Lich?"

His eyes turned to the man in black, who had been silent beside the two chiefs, "Say hello to Lord Samast on my behalf." ”

"Thank you very much for your kindness. The man in black bowed slightly: "Please rest assured, Mr. Sazastan, we are only here because there is something we are interested in, and Mr. Samaster has no intention of interfering in the matter between you, and neither do I." ”

"Well, my old friends are still wise. A rough staff appeared in the lich's hand, and he paused with the tip of the staff, "But what my old fellows are doing has disappointed me, so disappointed, Neveron, Lauzorrell. ”

He sighed.

Lauzorel's handsome face was slightly distorted by such a mockery: "Lord Chief, you still have a chance to leave here, of course, this is just a choice for us, in fact, I would like to be a junior, and the great Lord Sazastan will learn about the arcane arts." ”

"I'd rather be in an academic seminar, otherwise I'm not optimistic about your arcane skills, and now until I don't have that kind of thought, get out of the way. The lich took a few steps forward, the bone's ankles clattering against the hard ground.

"Get out of the way? Neveron's expression turned gloomy, and a gloom peeked out from under his hooked nose: "You still don't feel that this is a trap?

"You know I've never been interested in this boring and vulgar stuff, and I'm here just because there's what I want. A dimensional crack opened beside the lich, and he reached into it and pulled out something.

When this thing appeared in front of Neveron and Lauzorel with a golden glow, their expressions changed and they became a little confused, but the next moment, the vibration of the dungeon told them that this thing was anything but ordinary.

It is like a tube, carved from golden crystal, with a delicate shape, but the inside of the tube exudes complex light, and the internal structure seems to be extremely complex.

"The key to the ancient royal family?" In the pitch-black dimensional domain, when Sazastan took out this thing, the old cadaver Dilpur showed an expression on his face that was almost collapsed: "This thing actually fell into his hands?"

"He'll be able to get in here, too?" Penny was curious.

He was surprisingly not surprised by Sazastan's disguise, and it was probably not uncommon for these chiefs to be elusive in their struggles with each other, but it was only when he came up with something that surprised Dilpur that he was curious.

"No, no, no, the lock I set up already forbids the identification of such things, but once he comes into contact with the main mausoleum behind the labyrinth, which is a barrier set by the royal family, even I dare not interfere with it, and it will be exposed to their eyes immediately. Dilpur's expression was helpless and powerless: "Hell, the strength of this skeleton is not much different from the most powerful scholars of our time, if he finds out here, what can I do to stop him?!"

"Calm down, there will be a way. Cold sweat fell from Penny's forehead.

"How?" The old cadre's eyes rolled wildly, "Hmm, there are too many things that can enter this mausoleum, or we can work harder to completely separate this dimensional domain from the outer mausoleum." ”

"Is this possible?" Penny raised an eyebrow.

"I still need your help, junior. The old cadaver looked at Penny with an extremely serious gaze: "I want you to help me, and while they are fighting, I will directly detour to the depths of the mausoleum and destroy it." ”

Penny's eyebrows skipped a few times, and he felt that the task seemed a little reluctant.

"It's not difficult, I've been able to do it before, but I just can't be ruthless. Dilpur was silent for a while, and then suddenly sighed: "I can't be ruthless and exile myself in this void forever. ”

Penny was in awe.

He already understood what the future of this old corpse would look like if he did what Dilpur said.

"Well, no more nonsense. Dilple said, taking out a small box, the moment this small box appeared, Penny felt a throbbing in the depths of his soul: "This is a bomb, you just need to throw it through the door of the mausoleum, I can make it blow it to pieces in one thought, it will never survive in the multiverse." ”

Penny took the bomb and suddenly had a creepy feeling: "Why does the power of this thing feel a little familiar?"

"Of course, it was made out of a part of that guy. Dilpur indifferently pointed to the black hole on the berez: "Back then, the empire created a lot of interesting things based on this thing. ”

Penny shuddered.

"Alright, don't be afraid, if those arcanists get in your way, I have two more treasures to heal them, first of all. Dilpur pulled out a ring: "This invisible ring can help you hide the perception of those low-level mages." ”

Penny nodded and took the ring.

"There's one more thing that can help you deal with those guys whose strength breaks through the limits of the barrier, in case those people find out about you, tsk......" Dilpur frowned slightly when he said this, and seemed to have a headache.

"Against a legendary mage?" Penny was a little surprised.

Although he believed that Dilpur had the power to deal with legendary mages himself, it was always a bit strange that he, a mid-level mage who had only touched the fifth ring, could deal with those powerful spellcasters.

"It's just a few of them. Dilpur pointed at Neveron and Lauzorrell: "I can't deal with that skeleton, and I believe you can't deal with it, but he shouldn't have the kung fu to take care of your business, and the others, I have one thing here, as long as you hold it in your hand, you can kill them like ants." ”

Penny's heart skipped a double beat, and he looked at Dilpool's face, feeling more and more like he was listening to a myth.

"Don't be surprised. Dilpur smiled and pulled out a short staff and handed it to Penny, who took it in his hand and looked at it, not even aware of any earth-shattering terrifying power in it.

"Can this thing kill a legendary mage with a single swing?" Penny shook the staff, full of incredulity.

"They've been sneaking around outside for ten years. Dilpur sneered: "They probably don't know, every spell they cast fell into my eyes, and I know all the powers and regulations of exorcism spells, and I made this staff just in case." ”

Penny closed his mouth and solemnly withdrew the staff back into the magic bag.

At the same time, I once again deeply understood how important the secrecy of the methodology is to a mage.

"Well, the spell that activates it is my name, and you can call it by that name, I don't mind, but I warn you that this staff can only deal with the other four legendary mages out there except for that lich, you have to remember that. Dilpur advised, "I've only collected the methodology of those four guys. ”

"Four?" Penny looked at the crystal curtain and frowned, "Sir, it seems that there are only three ......"

He was a little strange, it was obvious that Dilpur had cracked the methodology of these legendary mages who often came and went to the ruins through voyeurism and other means in the past few years, but he saw that there seemed to be only three legendary mages facing off in Sazastan.

One dragon lich, two red-robed chiefs.

But Dilpur said it was four.

"What is this?" Seeing that the golden pipe in the Necromantic Chief's hand could cause the ruins to vibrate, Neveron and Lauzorel were surprised at the same time.

Soon, the bright light coming from the passage behind them knew something: "The key to the deep ruins!"

Lauzorel lost his voice and said, "We've been looking for it, and it's in your hands!"

Neveron's expression darkened.

In contrast to the relatively loose outer layer, the inner layer of the ruins has always kept the door closed to them.

They're torn by the intricate traps and strange powers inside, and they get some information that they have a key that can help them get inside.

They had been searching for it all these years, because the benefits they had received from the outer layers of the ruins had made them salivate over what was buried deep in the ruins.

It's just that I couldn't imagine that this thing actually appeared in the hands of the chief necromancy.

"It seems that my little friend was very surprised. Sazastan looked at Lauzorrell's expression with interest: "So is it possible to get out of the way?"

"Of course not!" Laurzorel looked at the tube, his breath becoming rapid, "Since you sent it yourself, how could we give up such a good opportunity?"

Before Neveron could respond, he raised his hand, and the arcane power converged on his staff, suddenly gathering into several huge spiritual fences, trapping Sazastan in the center, gradually tightening.

"This is the famous Lauzorel cage?" Sazastan waved his hand lightly, and the fences dissipated, "It's a pity that this kind of child's thing can't handle my bones." ”

Laurzorell's handsome face was filled with anger and anger.

Although this spell is not a high-end arcane, it is his proud trick, but he didn't expect it to be destroyed by Sazastan like this.

Such a relaxed gesture is like reaching out and fanning a small flying insect dangling in front of your eyes.

This undoubtedly made him feel that his self-esteem had taken a hit.

"I don't have time to waste with you. Sazastan waved the key in his hand: "Imperial guards, disperse them." ”

This strange tone of Loshoun came from the heart of the ancient empire, and when the light voice echoed in the hall, the stone statues around the hall vibrated violently, as if awakened by the golden light, and two golden rays appeared from their stone faces, and a long, piercing roar rang out from all sides of the hall, and these mausoleum guards, together with the undead evoked by the lich, slew the two chiefs opposite Sazastan.

Despite being a legendary mage, the restrictions imposed on this area are still strong, and in this case, they lose the power to wipe out thousands of troops with a wave of their hands, such a large group of things is enough for them to cope with it for a long time.

The dragon lich let out a hoarse laugh and vanished into place, appearing on the other side of the hall.

As he said, he was a theater watcher.

Neveron opened his mouth, and a powerful rebuke pierced through time and space, several dimensional doors appeared beside him, and a large number of monsters poured out like a tide, entangled with the rock guards and undead creatures of the ancient empire, and at the same time, Lauzorel's eyes bloomed with purple light, and he waved his staff and pointed to the experimental table in the sky of the hall:

"Wake up, Sengeldra! Wake up! Knock down our enemies!"

The floating experimental bench began to tremble violently, as if it was alarmed by some force, and a hoarse and oppressive dragon groan came from it, and in the crisp sound of metal shattering, a pair of huge bone wings stretched out on the stone platform, wrapped in the breath of a ghost, the huge bone dragon that was forty feet long spiraled and flew down, and fell heavily to the ground, letting out a roar that went straight into the soul, straight in front of the lich.

"It's really rare, it's actually an ancient dragon-level ghost dragon. Sazastan looked up and down at the huge undead dragon and let out a heartfelt admiration.

The dragon lich on the side looked at this ghost dragon and nodded secretly, this dragon corpse has been dead for too long, and its soul has long been obscured, and it cannot complete the transformation of the dragon lich, but the excellent spirit quality allows it to become a good ghost dragon.

Although he used to be a dragon, but now working for the Dragon Witch Cult, he has lost some of his consciousness as a dragon, and although the corpse of the 'same kind' is being defiled, in his eyes, it is only a sample of experiments.

There is no excessive discomfort in my heart.

"Crush this skeleton!" Lauzorel shouted the command, and the ghost dragon groaned and raised its forequarters, the lich as small as a mouse in front of its tall body.

"That's a good strength, but you're missing a question. Sazastan chuckled dryly, his hand pointing to the ghost dragon's head, "I've been studying necromancy for two hundred years. ”

As if sensing something, Laurezoryr's expression immediately changed drastically—and with a sharp dragon groan, the ghost dragon's huge body turned around and faced Neveron and Laurezor.

"Get rid of these things that stand in your way. The lich said lightly.

The huge body of the ghost dragon launched an impact, and at this moment, another figure appeared at the entrance of the Yongdao, after a series of spells, a huge fireball flew out from the person's fingers, and the loud bang was accompanied by a dazzling light, filling half of the hall in an instant, and when the light dissipated slightly, the huge ghost dragon had disappeared, leaving only a few smoking charred black bones scattered from the sky to the ground, touching a string of crisp clicks.

"Ha, Aznasher, I knew you didn't die so easily. Sazastan stared at the red-robed mage who had just appeared at the entrance of the Yongdao, his chin closed up and down, and his tone was a little surprised.

"You are not dead, and my life certainly does not end so easily, my honorable Lord Sazastan. The new red-robed mage bowed respectfully, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

(To be continued)