The teleportation gates that had been prepared long ago received precise teleportation coordinates. Under the control of the Syndra mages, five large teleportation gates opened almost at the same time.
Wearing a black uniform, riding boots, a rapid-fire pistol, black gloves, and a slightly weird beret, the director of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, Level 10 agent Maiev Shadowsong, raised his wrist and looked at the machine
The time the watch pointed to, a glint of light flashed in the dark red eyes under the beret, and Maiev's finger pointed forward.
"The "Vicious Albatross" has completed its mission, and the road to the Hall of Origin is open!"
"Marais, Mai Lin, lead people to clear the outside of the temple! Deploy a defensive belt!"
"Cordana, Anaya, come with me!"
"Now, the battle begins!"
Maiev gave an order, and the 500 dark blade agents who were ready to go quickly rushed to the portal in front of them under the leadership of their respective commanders. Maiev took the bat-shaped moon blade that was handed over by Konada, and she
He looked left and right, and then stepped through the portal just like he did when the Watcher was performing his mission.
With a flash of light in front of her eyes, and a slight dizziness, Maiev appeared outside the upper sand dune of the Origin Hall. She felt the softness of the quicksand under her feet, and her keen senses immediately sensed the meteorite that had just been bombarded.
After crossing the land, under Maiev's instructions, Dark Blade agents in black uniforms poured into every corner of this temple with a very professional attitude, like mercury pouring down the ground.
Those pirates who were still trying to resist were easily chopped to the ground like melons and vegetables. All important intersections were surrounded. Simple defense belts produced in the Black Iron Zone were erected in various areas of the temple. Some agents held handheld
Weird magical instruments search for traps and cursed items in the temple, and there are specialized people who will deal with these things.
Those subordinates belonging to Catherine who were cursed for rashly touching the temple's gold nuggets were knocked unconscious by the agents and locked in the cleared area.
Seeing the sudden appearance of these murderous and untouchable characters in front of him, Dr. Harrison Jones couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but he still protected Catherine manly, but what made the doctor curious
Yes, these agents come and go, busy with their own affairs, but no one cares about them at all.
It's like the two of them don't exist...
"You can't do this!"
Jindy Sparks' iconic scream sounded not far away again, and the dwarf was arguing with an agent who was trying to take away her backpack:
"Those are my study notes! Give them back to me quickly. Without those things, I won't be able to pass the high-level mage exam!"
The dwarf was still sensible. Facing the agents with guns and ammunition around her, she did not intend to show the arrogant "unyieldingness" of the mages. However, when Harrison heard the screams of his companions, he planned to go over to help, but was stopped by Catherine.
The female pirate looked around at the agents coming and going, and said to Dr. Jones:
"Don't try to be a hero, just bring them here! Fool, these are the people of Dark Blade... Dark Blade Legion, you know that, right?"
"Catherine Ruinvivor!"
Before the female pirate could say anything more to her boyfriend, a cold voice sounded in front of her eyes. It was a Sarain elf in uniform with blood-red eyes. He was the one who gave her the mission before setting off.
High-level agent Ms. Marais.
"Follow me, Albatross, the chief wants to see you."
Marais looked at Catherine and the man beside her expressionlessly. From the current state of the two, Marais could probably guess their relationship. According to the information currently collected by the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency,
The man in front of me should be Dr. Harrison Jones, the master of archeology in the human empire.
And "Vicious Albatross" is the code name of Catherine "Blade" in the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency.
Catherine took a deep breath. She knew that the fateful moment was coming. She stood up, sighed with regret, and then said calmly to Harrison, who looked nervous:
"Don't forget the promise you gave me, my Harrison...Don't worry, it will all be over soon, soon."
"Did you attract them?"
Harrison's concern was another problem. He looked at his girlfriend, then glared fiercely at Marais standing in front of him, and asked in a low voice:
"Did they force you to work for them? These bastards."
"It's hard to explain. My Harrison, just stay here..."
Catherine didn't know how to explain the complicated relationship between herself and the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency to Harrison, so she could only comfort her:
"Be good, stay here, and when I come back, I will explain everything to you, I swear..."
"No!"
Anyone who can become an archaeologist and wander around in various weird tombs all day long is definitely not a coward, especially when it comes to love. This time, Dr. Harrison's manly mentality was overwhelming. He stood up and grabbed
Holding Catherine's cold hand, she bravely said to Agent Marles:
"I want to go with her!"
"oh?"
Marais narrowed his eyes and asked in a deliberately evil voice:
"Why?"
"because..."
Dr. Jones looked back at Catherine, gritted his teeth and said:
"Because she is my wife! I have this power!"
Jones's words made Catherine's cheeks turn red, but this fierce female pirate seemed very docile at the moment and did not refute this statement.
"very good!"
A strange smile flashed across Marais's face, and she shrugged:
"Come then, brave man... I hope you won't be frightened for a moment."
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While holding each other's hands and walking into the inner level of the temple together, Harrison Jones saw a man with his back to them, standing in front of a statue of Tovir whose body was shining with golden holy light but was not activated.
Man, that man was holding a strange staff, with white prayer flags and an exquisite sapphire bell wrapped around the top of the staff.
It was a style of antiquity that the well-informed Dr. Harrison had never seen before.
Next to the man, there was a tall figure wearing a long hood and covering his body with a cloak. The two of them were talking. On the other side of the temple, Master Luo Ning sat on a quilt with a calm expression.
Tea was being sipped on the temporary chair that had been packed away, while Archmage Ansrem Ruinwevor was sitting next to Luo Ning. After seeing his daughter appear, the white-haired Archmage suddenly had a flash of emotion on his face.
A hint of nervousness.
On the other side of the temple, there was a woman in uniform with a cold face, staring at Ronin and Ansrem without saying a word, like a jailer guarding prisoners.
"This is Anhur."
The cloaked Rai introduced the exquisite Tol'vir stone carving in front of Tyrion:
"This is one of the most successful guardian structures I have created in the Nalaksha engine. It has been given the ultimate affinity with the Holy Light by the engine. When it is in this specially constructed temple, it can also trigger
This temple has the authority to operate the energy. I placed it here to prevent any intruders trying to enter the Hall of Origin. Now it seems that Anhur has fulfilled his mission as a temple guard very well."
"Oh? It looks very precise."
Tyrion nodded. He carefully looked at the obsidian sculpture with a Pharaoh mask in front of him. After a moment, he asked in a low voice:
"I have always been curious, what template did you use when you made the Tol'vir? This thing doesn't look like the image of the Titan Guardians...a humanoid black panther with wings, this is so weird
.”
"This question is actually easy to answer."
Lai said calmly:
"The Pantheon's database records the templates of billions of life forms in the stars. I just chose a template that I found more pleasing to my eyes. The race from which the Tol'vir's life templates came...has disappeared.
During the Burning Crusade carried out by the demons, in fact, about two-thirds of the billions of life templates in the Pantheon database have perished by the time the Burning Crusade has progressed."
"This is a disaster among the stars... Hopefully, this time we can end it for good."
Len let out a low sigh, looked back at Catherine and Harrison behind him, and said to Tyrion:
"Your guests are here, I won't interrupt your conversation... I will activate the Titan creation in the lower level of the temple. After you finish things here, I will take you to visit the entire Origin Forge..."
"Well, you go and do your work."
Tyrion waved his hand and watched Len walking into the depths of the temple. Wherever the great guardian went, all the dark roads lit up for him. This mythical scene made everyone present endure.
His eyes widened, and even Luo Ning, who didn't like the Dark Blade Legion very much, began to think about the identity of the mysterious man.
There is no doubt that this Titan Temple is full of dangers, but that hooded man walks here as if he is walking in his own home... So, who is he?
"Ah, now let's talk about your affairs."
Tyrion turned around and tapped the staff of mist in his hand on the ground. He looked at Dr. Harrison Jones with a solemn expression in front of him and Miss Catherine with a fearful expression. He said softly:
"I don't have much time to waste here, so let's keep it short."
"Miss Catherine, 3 months ago, you contacted us through the Dark Blade Consortium and wanted to get a way to save your poor, dying father's life from us. With this, we made a deal, greedy
You also longed for eternal life, so you temporarily modified it before the deal was concluded."
The high lord's voice caused the expressions of Archmage Ansrem and Miss Catherine to change. The white-haired old mage didn't know how to face this matter.
He should have a long lifespan, but when the demons invaded Dalaran, the archmage was injured and has never recovered. In addition, the reconstruction of New Dalaran has taken too much effort on his part.
, made Archmage Ansrem's condition further aggravated, and he had a premonition that he would not survive next fall, so he told the news to his daughter, his only relative.
But he never thought that his rebellious daughter would dare to make a deal with a demon like Dark Blade in order to save himself...
"You accurately found the Hall of Origin for us in the vast desert, and completely dedicated it to us before other forces intervened."
The big lord looked at the pirate lady in front of him with admiration, and he said softly:
"It's good that you did what you promised. Now, it's time for me to fulfill our promise..."
Tyrion turned to look at the Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor, who was sitting aside and being guarded by Maiev, and he asked calmly:
"So, Lord Archmage Ansrem, are you ready to accept "eternal life"? I can understand the concerns of you mages, so I will give you three choices."
"First, like your friend Khadgar, transforming into an immortal lich can give you enough time to study the magic you love."
"Second, use the "blood energy conversion" ritual developed by the Sindra elves to become a high-level vampire. Although your magic power will not increase, it will keep your senses still fresh."
"Finally, I will personally transform you into a high-level undead. You will lose most of your spell-casting abilities, but will be replaced by an absolutely healthy and powerful body... Well, you will become the new Death Lord, and in
In the world of death, you can live as you are now until the day of eternity comes..."
"Now, make your choice."
Facing the question raised by the great lord, the aging archmage Ansrem stood up. He leaned on his staff and glanced at his daughter. He sighed, and then said to Tyrion:
"Then, I choose to refuse! I was born as a human being, and I want to die as a human being... Not everyone will covet immortality. My daughter loves me. I am very honored and very touched, but unfortunately, I
There is no need for this heavy... "gift"."
"Um?"
The great lord frowned and said to the archmage in front of him:
"You may not have heard clearly the choice I gave you... Sir Ansrem."
"Among the three choices I gave you, is there really one of "giving up"?"
