“Kara.”

The sound of stone shattering sounded, causing Roddy to stop.

He was scared by this sound, and turned around and looked at the seal without saying a word. In other teams, Roddy's neurotic behavior may be ridiculed. However, everyone now has an almost persistent trust in Roddy, so they didn't ask, and they drew their swords and prepared for the battle.

Malein Sera was curious about the movements of the group, but she was more worried about the seal on the side. Thinking of some possibility, her face couldn't help but look ugly, and she whispered to herself: "Can't the seal... hold on?"

Roddy did not answer her, but just immediately began to verify: he once again opened the "Demon Hunting Vision" that lasted for one minute.

Colorful elemental lines appeared in the field of view again, but this time Roddy found that there were a lot of light red "silk lines" suddenly in the air. After turning around, he found that these blood-red silk lines actually floated up from the corpses of the snow monsters and gathered towards one position...

He ran a few steps towards the sealed pile of stones in Berlantulu, and then found a dazzling red light flashing deep underground.

"Is this... a sacrifice?"

Roddy immediately realized that this seemed to be some kind of evil ritual, because he clearly saw the words "Berlandulu" and the slowly rising blood bar. And when he told Melinthra everything he saw, the Shadow Dragon couldn't help but tighten his hands and gritted his teeth and said, "This may be a blood sacrifice! Its power was suppressed after it woke up, but its consciousness did not sleep... I should have realized that so many corpses, as a 'demigod', would never be spared..."

Her voice trembled, because if everything was right, Berlantulu might be able to resurrect again soon with the help of these snow monsters' bodies!

"Demigods" are not those half-baked necromancers on the mainland. As long as there is a little opportunity to take advantage of, they will do their best to restore freedom and reshape their bodies...

Thinking of this possible moment, Roddy and Melinthra raised their eyes almost at the same time, looked at the relief on the wall.

The magic array similar to "Eternal Night Tomb" appeared here, and the reason was about to emerge!

At this moment, she was considering the demeanor of the dragon clan, and said nervously: "Rody, quickly find out the central action point of this magic circle. Its outer ring should have seven spiral radiation patterns... The spell can only be opened at a critical position!"

"I'm looking... I've found it!"

Roddy immediately stared at the relief and successfully found the "center" of the magic circle that Melinthra described: "It's in the center of the magic tower! It's a circular hole-"

But halfway through his words, he was interrupted by a sudden earthquake.

The white palace shook violently with the cracking sound of "crack" and Akasha had a poor physique and sat on the ground all at once. In the center of the palace, the originally flat floor suddenly raised upwards, and countless cracks extended out. At the same time, everyone heard the "pull" heartbeat under the ground...

"The blood sacrifice can no longer be stopped..."

Melin Sera's face was extremely pale in an instant, but Rodie, who had already recorded the spell on the side, pulled Akasha up, shouted loudly as the stones continued to crack and fell, "There is no time! I'll activate the magic circle now, you go and lead it over!"

This is actually the only choice at the moment. Even if Roddy doesn't say it, Malein Sera plans to do this - because only Roddy can activate the magic circle, and only she can compete with Berlantulu.

But after confirming this simple combat plan in two sentences, she reached out and pressed the wound that had not healed on her abdomen, feeling inexplicably sad.

As a high-level species, the Dragon Clan always has an indescribable premonition of "fate", and the world around it seems to be collapsed, Melin Sera always feels in the dark... This may be her last battle.

The Dragon God's summoning sound is approaching, and the hatred self seems to be about to reach the end of his life...

But this idea was suddenly interrupted by Roddy—

"Report the number of life potions!"

"The first team runs out!"

"I have two bottles of intermediate treatment here!"

"Then take it all, Akasha, all the magical techniques are blessed!"

"Sodlor, shield!"

The team that fought side by side countless times had already had a tacit understanding. Before a series of orders were almost finished, one arrangement was put into practice.

Two bottles of potions were thrown over by Roddy. Malinthella could instinctively reach out to take them, and then she felt golden lights covering her whole body. The feeling of the wound healing accelerated made her stunned for a moment.

And when Luo came over with a stack of equipment, the Shadow Dragon, who wanted to say something, felt a little choked in his throat. She had been fighting alone for several years, and she almost forgot about the feeling of someone who was fully helping her.

However, the dragon clan also has its own pride. In their eyes, things like armor and weapons have always been things for the weak. What they trust most are their claws and scales, so when Roddy handed over the shield and battle axe in her hand, her face was stiff and she wanted to refuse.

"The Dragon Clan... never uses weapons..."

But Roddy did not have the intention of respecting the customs of the dragon clan at all. He raised his hand and put the shield made of the skull of the frost dragon Visam on her arm, and at the same time handed over the battle axe originating from Zoro, the "King of Ten Thousand Axes"-

"When is it time to be more worthy of your life... I will try my best to hold on for five minutes, and I will make all preparations in the Magic Tower!"

Roddy's posture was not like facing a dragon. He let go of the axe handle and turned around to make a tactical gesture: "Retreat! Lead the way ahead of familiar routes! Akasha follows me, Soderol broke the back!"

"yes!"

"clear!"

After a response, the team of thirteen swayed towards the palace in the second wave of earthquakes and quickly disappeared from Malenethra's vision...

Roddy looked back as he left the door, and his eyes flashed with the "Dragon Slayer's Seal" and the Shadow Dragon's gaze were again. He raised his hand and made a gesture of "Good luck" - but Melin Sera did not respond, but just stood there with a calm expression with a shield and a battle axe.

"The dragon clan is really calm..."

With a sigh, Roddy followed the team and accelerated to retreat towards the Magic Tower.

But he didn't know that as he moved his eyes away, Maleen Sera gently bit his lip, and wanted to speak but stopped...

The Shadow Dragon Clan has always been known for its arrogance. Even among the generally arrogant dragon clan, they are still the ones that value status and identity the most. To put it bluntly, just like the bloodline of the "founding nobles" in the human world, even if they decline in the future, they still have unattainable superiority in their bones. Malein Sera has been favored since childhood and has been influenced by the tribe's atmosphere, so they always disdain for "humans", "high elves" or other races.

"They are just some irrelevant crawlers, and they are inconspicuous in the long river of time."

This is what Melinthra's father taught her - from the perspective of the dragon clan, this statement is actually not biased: in the eyes of the dragon that has a lifespan of thousands or even tens of thousands of years, humans are like mayflies that live and die day by day. Therefore, when communicating with other races, although the Shadow Dragon clan does not lack politeness on the surface, the contempt in his heart will always exist.

If it weren't for the drastic change in the situation, I'm afraid Melinthra would have continued like this for the rest of her life...

But what about now?

Looking at the corpses that were shrinking around, the gradually cracking ground and the swelling breath that was on the way, she sighed faintly and held the battle axe in her hand tightly.

"Are other races... really inconspicuous?"

After seeing Solomon's amazing work, and seeing Roddy and others' still tenacious under the stormy waves, she felt a certain persistence in her identity as the dragon clan... she became much more indifferent without realizing it.

However, this feeling did not last for a few seconds. The vibration of the ground made her eyes gradually become solemn. The seal of Berlantulu seemed to have infinite suction, and was accelerating the energy dissipated around her. The red silk thread that was originally only Roddy could observe had turned into a blood flow visible to the naked eye...

"Pu, pu--"

As the heartbeat accelerated, Malinserra watched a spherical blood-red cocoon gradually emerge from the ground. It felt as fast as a sprouting bamboo shoots, but anyone could see clearly that the guy in the blood cocoon was definitely not a good person!

Naturally, Melinthra would not watch it grow. She took a deep breath, and after lowering her head and complaining about the material of the keel shield, she raised the battle axe and slashed the blood cocoon in front of her with all her strength...

*******

"You mean, there are many snow monster corpses used for experiments in the Magic Tower, and there are only traces of use by one person?"

"Yes, and there are magic circles on the top of the tower that can control and monitor the entire city, which looks like... a battlefield sand table."

Roddy and Akasha had a brief conversation while running. The magic tower in front of him was getting closer and closer, but Roddy was also uneasy. He had already reiterated the lengthy spell in his heart and mechanically recorded the long spell countless times, but he had no idea whether this formation really had the same effect as Melinthra said.

A magic circle, a little deviation can lead to a difference of 100,000 miles. How to start and what to pay attention to after starting are even more different. On this, your "player experience" is useless at all. After all, no one in the game meditates every day to study the mystery of spells, because everyone knows that it is fiction...

But Roddy's perspective on problems is different from others.

In the copy of this area, he had penetrated the "outer city wall" countless times. The "Tomb of the King" had just walked around. The only thing that was unclear was the "magic tower area" that had not even entered the tower before. So he learned some information from Akasha as soon as possible, and immediately connected these seemingly messy clues...

Solomon used a large number of snow monsters to test here, and the purpose was obviously not to resell the organs. If Roddy was not clear about it before, then combined with the clues such as "super-sized armor" found in Lake Tal and the outer wall areas, no matter how stupid he was, he could figure out the other party's purpose - Solomon was to create an army of snow monsters!

The armor, baggage and even the city walls were completely tailored for this snow monster army.

A complete and reasonable storyline emerged in Roddy's mind: Solomon was expelled by the high elves' upper Arcane Society, and he was engaged in biological research here with hatred, in order to create an unstoppable army of snow monsters to take revenge... However, his research accidentally provoked the powerful Berlantulu, and sealed it after a fierce battle.
Chapter completed!