The old wooden staff made a dull, hollow sound on the path of the deep crypt, like a stone striking a rotten tree trunk, and a pair of old eyes under the white eyebrows stared at the ground for the traces of a recent spell fight.

Ilminster's expression was astonished, the advanced arcane level allowed him to see through the clues left in the crypt to see the general situation of this spell battle, the dense frequency of spell collisions shocked him, and the dragon claw prints on King Dude's broken bones were very eye-catching.

"Has Samast been here?" the chief ** master frowned.

"No, it's not him, it doesn't taste right. Xinbu glanced at the Great Sage of Shadow Valley, "It seems that you are not very sensitive to this. ”

"Okay. Ilminster sniffled and looked up, "But there aren't too many wizards who can take out this guy so easily." ”

The aura of spells in the air told him that this wasn't a group battle of large-scale spellcasters, and that most of the arcane spells that blasted from above to below were done by a single person.

The same is true of the scene that has been retraced through prophecy, but the dungeon is too dark for him to see vaguely, and even the dragon that finally fell from the sky can't see clearly.

If he had witnessed it with his own eyes, he might have been able to see everything very clearly, but the images provided by the prophecy were very blurry in themselves, let alone in such a gloomy environment.

So he was very curious about the wizard who had single-handedly leveled Cairnheim: "Oh, you lost so many arcane things in an instant, Hembo, this is a bit of your style. ”

"He's far worse than me, and in the same amount of time, I can throw twice as many arcane as him. Hembo raised an eyebrow.

Although there was disdain in his words, the surprise on his face was no less than that of Ilminster.

"A spellcaster who can cast a third as fast as you is already a top-notch spellcaster. Ilminster muttered, putting his pipe to his lips and muttering, "Well, it looks like we have to pay attention to the fact that there's a nice wizard in this mountain, and a dragon, uh...... It's a big chunk. ”

His gaze paused again at the footprints on King Dude's corpse.

Judging the height and weight of a monster by its footprints is not an uncommon skill, and the old wizard who wandered around when he was young was very familiar with it.

With such a large dragon, there don't seem to be a few in the entire Faerun.

"Help......

When Ilminster was thinking, there was a weak moan from the pile of stones near the left, and he heard that it was a human voice, and the ** master immediately walked to the place where the sound came from, and scolded, and the piled up stones scattered as if they were alive, and the mage's hand fished out a short and fat man who was in a fishing net pocket.

At the age of fifty, his facial features were bleeding, and he looked half-dead, as if he had been smashed by this man-made landslide, but fortunately, the stone giant's net rope was thick and heavy, which helped him resist the impact of some stones, otherwise he would not be half-dead now.

Xinbu next to him quickly raised his hand, and the silver fire surging on his palm turned into a soft light, enveloping the body of this short and fat old man, after the light subsided, the man coughed twice, opened his eyes, and felt that the pain in his body had subsided Ten **, and he was suddenly a little dazed.

"Who are you?" he saw a scruffy woman with stray silver hair raise her eyebrows and stare at him with an impatient expression.

"I ...... My name is Robben. The fat old man replied sneeringly, "It's a merchant from outside the mountain." ”

"You saw it all?" Ilminster raised an eyebrow, and Robben's face changed and began to be cloudy.

Ilminster and Simbu glanced at each other, and this sudden appearance of the living mouth seemed to be worth a good study.

...... It was a long journey back to the ruins from Cairnheim, and even with Ansenfia's guidance, by the time she caught up with the large group, Fina's body had already thinned to an extremely dangerous point - her limbs had begun to shrink under the force of death, and her delicate skin had become as dry as a corpse.

This, of course, made the wizard anxious.

Although the friendship is not too deep, he has a good impression of Fina, otherwise he would not have gone to Cairnheim to save her just now.

It took a lot of hard work, and of course he didn't want Fina to die like this.

"Don't worry, as long as the soul is not out of the body, I still have the strength to save her. Sensing Penny's nervousness, Ansenfia comforted.

"With all due respect, do you really have a way to cure her?" Holding Fina for a long time, the wizard also felt it, this negative energy entangled with the girl, entangled with the breath of the god's surname.

The ritual, which had been interrupted at the beginning, seemed to have caught Vishalon's attention.

This made Penny feel even more uncomfortable.

And being entangled by divine power, the consequences can be imagined, and this kind of injury is more difficult to expel than ordinary spell curses.

Feeling this, Penny recognized Ansenfia's judgment of Fina's injury, and there was really nothing he could do about this situation.

At least it is impossible to rescue in a short time.

And he was very curious about what method Ansenfia would use to save Fina, he did not have the confidence, and he did not quite believe that this soul form elder would have the means to save Fina's life in a short time, at least until Fina was corrupted by the necromantic power and died.

"There's only one way, but you'll have to hurry to the ruins. Ansenfia's tone was a little strange, and it aroused the wizard's deeper curiosity, the ancient Imasca gravekeeper seemed to have some special skills.

But now he had to speed up his pace, this ruin was not easy to walk, and when he kept up with the large group, he was already closer to the ruins than when the wizard set out, and all the scenes around him became false and chaotic, and even more wizards felt creepy screams often coming from all directions when they heard it.

Penny knew that there were only two kinds of guards that could be used to defend such ruins, Construct or Necromancy, who didn't need food and were almost never tired, and Imaska might be more inclined to construct, but in order to ensure that they were not targeted by some skilled tomb robbers, the number of Necrons would probably not be much less.

Maybe there's also the kind of xenomorph monster that won't die for hundreds of years without drinking or eating.

Visitors who have departed from the correct path will probably not have even a bit of bone residue left when they encounter these things.

And the wizard's supernormal perception is also completely out of order here, no matter which direction he looks at, it is a blur, and even his own thighs cannot be seen very really.

The queue is neat and dense, and the dangerous situation makes all the grave keepers know that falling behind will only lead to a dead end.

As you can imagine, the layout here is so tight.

The deeper he went, the more unpredictable the surrounding scenery became, and a large amount of chaotic source power had begun to interfere with people's perception, Penny frowned, in this place, it was difficult for slightly weaker wizards to ensure that they were sane and conscious, let alone casting spells, even if it was himself, the spells he released, I don't know if they would show the desired effect truthfully.

It's a distorted realm of wild magic, and the traps are even more dangerous, and the message from Ansenfia is getting harsher and tougher: the slightest misstep will trigger the trap.

In fact, there was no entrance to this place, and according to Ansenfia, the grave keeper was not prepared to let people in, and this road was a trap failure area left by the black robe of Hylaste after breaking into it once, and after Ansenfia's arrangement and cover, it barely formed a passable road.

If you are an uninformed outsider, even if you pay a huge price, I am afraid it will be difficult to touch the edge of this correct path.

Just when the chaos reached its limit, it turned into a dead silence, which gave the wizard a sense of familiarity, and he looked up and saw that there was already a void around him, and beneath his feet was a stone floor that spread to an unknown point, and everywhere he looked, he could only see a background darkness.

And the light that shone on this void came from a magnificent temple, which was incredibly huge, even larger than some small cities, and the obsidian-like dark walls shone with a crystalline light, bright and dazzling, but those black walls were not blocked by this light, but more eye-catching, like a terrifying monster lying in the void.

A desperate force radiated from the door of the temple and shot into the wizard's heart, causing his mood to quickly fall to the bottom because he had been somewhat relaxed by passing through the locks.

Without much thought, he knew that Pendrim's fragments were there.

This is the heart of the ruins.

Compared to the mountain range, this place seems to be more majestic.

Perhaps this is the true form of Pendrim's tomb.

"Holy Land...... Shrine. "Passing through this vast and dizzying maze, the nerves were as strong as Penny's, let alone the grave keepers, who came out of the labyrinth and fell to the ground in exhaustion to gasp, and after the respite they worshipped the huge black temple.

They have been guarding this holy place all their lives, yet for generations, few have been there in person.

This place has a special meaning to them.

"Come in quickly, there's a portal on the side of the main door. Ansenfia urged the wizard, reminding him that the beauty in his arms was dying.

The wizard did not dare to slack off, and quickly reached the side of the main entrance of the temple, which was amazingly large, and saw a brilliant portal, he immediately stepped into it, and after a flash of light in front of him, he appeared in a room that was not very wide.

It was a circular house that made Penny feel as if it belonged to a tall tower, with no windows around the room, and a crystal ball the size of a human head placed in the center emitted enough light to illuminate the room.

The light was bright and magnificent, allowing Penny to see the mysterious patterns on the walls and the dark wood floors on the floor.

"This is demonized agarwood. A graceful light and shadow floated out from the huge crystal ball, floating in the center of the crystal ball and the hemispherical dome, and a large amount of mysterious light also gathered on her, and the originally smooth surface of the crystal ball also highlighted a large number of glittering runes.

"This crystal ball is your abode?" the wizard looked away from the crystal ball and landed on the figure of light.

The strong spiritual quality made him understand that in front of him was Ansenfia's soul body.

Of course, the souls of the dead cannot easily wander the ground, and if they cannot rest in peace, they are often summoned out of the main material realm by specific beings, and if they are not the product of evil necromancy, they can only store their souls in some specially processed items.

This crystal ball appears to be a container.

"I don't have time to say more, this is the main control wizard tower in the vestibule of the ruins, and Helast left this sealing crystal ball here at that time. Ansenfia raised her hand of light and shadow, and Fina floated up from the wizard's arms, maintaining a lying position, hovering in front of Ansenfia above the crystal ball: "It seems that it is for me to use my residual heat." ”

Penny shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze to Fina at Ansenfia's feet, "What can I do?"

"You?" Ansenfia's invisible gaze fell on the wizard, and she seemed to frown, "While I heal Fina, you should take on the responsibility of being the head of the grave keeper." ”

"Grave Keeper Leader?" the wizard opened his mouth slightly.

"Isn't it?" Ansenfia's tone was a little confused.

Penny looked at the spirit for a while, tilted his neck, and decided to tell the truth: "Actually, I'm not a grave keeper. ”

"You are the grave keeper. Ansenfia's tone was affirmative: "You shouldn't mind getting the right to do it, do you?, and you can come here and get the affirmation of Dilpur and Haylather, despite Haylasher's ......."

Speaking of this, she was silent again, and changed the subject before the wizard was puzzled: "Okay, the process of healing is about to reach the most critical time, you can teleport upstairs through the teleportation array at the back, where it leads to the main control platform of the mage tower, you get there, the entire vestibule of the ruins and the outer layer of the maze are under your monitoring and rule, and you can also give orders to Sodok and them through the crystal ball there." ”

Although he was curious about Ansenfia's method of curing Fina, the wizard still entered the teleportation array as fast as possible and arrived at the so-called control center, this small room is not large and small There are dozens of crystal balls of all sizes, and a scene can be seen through each crystal ball, when he saw a few crystal balls clearly, the wizard felt frightened again, and then he had a deeper understanding of the danger on the way to the ruins.

These crystal balls act as monitors, revealing the mazes and seals on the periphery of each ruin.

Through these crystal balls, the wizard knew that when he walked a path wrapped in a thick fog, there might be a cordon of undead guards a few inches away, and if he made a mistake, he would be seized by a large number of monsters into the abyss of death.

All of this made him shudder.

If someone told Penny at this point that he wanted to breach the ruins, then the wizard could only think that the man was crazy.

But such people do not do not exist.

The name of this daring man was Samast.

After Ilminster and Hemb rejoiced in this dark dungeon, Cairnheim welcomed his third group of uninvited guests.

It's not that Samast's wisdom can't make him think of coming here to find out more in-depth news, it's just that he hasn't come to the main material realm for a long time, which makes him a little sluggish- Although this dullness gradually improved as he spent more time in the main physical realm, what was worse was that the weak faith that the demigod received from the believers sometimes interfered with Samast's thinking: while some experienced gods were able to resist this interference from the faith, or were more comfortable with the assimilation of the faith, the new demigod was not qualified enough, and was characterized by frequent mind wandering—although the time of the mind wandering was not very long, it did seriously interfere with his thinking.

But when there is a special discovery, Samast's mind becomes sharp and penetrating again.

Faced with the corpse of the dead Golem Lich, he realized that it might have something to do with the existence of the ruins, and immediately took action.

A rudimentary magic array was completed between a few waves of his staff, and as the light of the teleportation array flickered, a middle-aged man in a purple robe appeared on the teleportation array, he glanced at Somast, and his eyelids jumped twice: "Oh, dear Lord Somast, I don't know what the point is calling me?"

The eyelid jumping action made the purple-robed man's expression look a little more hideous—it exposed his inner eyelids, which had been peeled off: Sensen's white bones and bloodshot half of his eyes.

It's not like a living person.

"Movitas, I don't have time to explain it to you. Samast raised the short staff in his hand in a majestic tone, and pointed to the bones shattered by the stone giant lich on the ground: "Is there a way to summon its soul back from the life box." ”

"Oh?" the purple-robed man named Movitas held his chin and walked over to the lich's corpse and stared up and down for a while, "I need to ask my master, it seems that he is a believer in my lord, oh, this is a little bit of a surname...... But don't get your hopes up too much. ”

"As soon as possible. The phosphorus fire in Samast's eye dunched for a moment.

(To be continued)