Pushing open the stone door of the funerary room, placed on the pillars of the deep purple rock altar, there is only a dark and ferocious ring that looks like iron but not iron, and looks like stone but not stone.
Getting closer to the ring, Margaret discovered that the pattern on the ring was the same as a dark-style human face. The overall shape was in the shape of a pseudo-cross, made of some magical material that looked like purple iron and brown copper.
There are also layers of metal folds, which seem to have a shrinking function.
"Can I take it off?"
Without reaching out to take it, Margaret turned to look at the expert.
After Urza and Beard inspected the altar carefully, they nodded to the female general.
"Legion Commander, it's absolutely okay. This altar does not have any magical fluctuations or mechanical structures with sensing properties."
After receiving the affirmation of the two mages, Margaret no longer hesitated and took off the ring from the circular groove on the purple stone altar pillar.
The moment the ring left the groove, a powerful magical wave started from the ring as the core and suddenly exploded to the surroundings, quickly spreading throughout the tomb.
Sensing the magic fluctuation, Urza frowned, and then his expression changed drastically.
"Legion Commander! It's Icacia's destructive undead magic! Get ready to fight!"
As if something had been activated, the inconspicuous half-meter-high burial jars shattered one after another. The incomplete skeletons were quickly reorganized under the power of destructive magic. Dozens of tall undead were constructed amidst the clanging sounds of bones.
Skeleton.
Seeing that Urza had begun to guide the spell, Margaret stopped the man.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, I seem to be able to control these skeletons."
Urza did not stop guiding magic, but looked at Margaret with suspicion until Margaret held the ring, personally came to an undead skeleton and ordered the skeleton to kneel down.
"It's really, really amazing... This may be a place of inheritance belonging to the Icathian Destruction Mage!"
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The sea beast priest Sa Shuo led the remaining Baru people to retreat to the southeast. They successfully followed the secret route scroll and found a mountain passage through the mountains in the mountainside cave at the northern foot of the Walzhu Mountains.
By the time they saw the sky again, the Baru people had successfully climbed over the majestic Valzur Mountains, leaving the Noxian pursuers far behind.
The hapless General Valx is still playing hide and seek in the Valoran Plains.
Bypassing the village at the foot of the mountain called Kursala, the Baru people followed the Lokronde plain southward in a low-key manner, arrived at the secluded outlet to the sea that had been agreed upon, and boarded the Baru people's snake-shaped warship.
"Did you get the stuff?"
The stocky female priest greeted Sa Shuo, but she did not see any happy expression on the male priest's face.
"No, I just encountered some accidents and almost couldn't come back."
Glancing at the remaining members of her clan, the priestess raised her eyebrows.
"So many people died and we got nothing?"
Shaking his head, Sa Shuo's mood seemed a little low, and he walked towards his cabin.
"At least you can still see me."
Now that everything has been said, the priestess has nothing to complain about and can only accept the reality of failure.
With all the Kraken skulls used up, it was obvious that he had encountered a formidable enemy. From this point of view, he was lucky to be able to come back alive.
Waving to the captain, the priestess followed the man. She knew that the man in front of her needed a woman now.
"Let's go home."
"Um."
A dozen serpentine warships sailed away from the coastline of the Lokronde Plain, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, and sailed towards the east.
In the cabin, two people were turning over the clouds and rain, venting their desires until the waves calmed down.
"Sashuo, maybe we can make a deal in Zaun to make up for our losses..."
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Veigar decided to leave the people of darkness who accepted his rule. This was not only because the mage tower where he lived had been reduced to ruins in the battle, but more importantly, Veigar discovered that he had been too slack recently, so much so that he
He actually accidentally let go of those evil wizards who like big tentacles.
Is this good? This is bad.
It is an unforgivable shame to fail to take down those tattooed wizards with five consecutive arcane whips!
Holding his magician's felt hat, he felt the fluctuations of the portal in Bandle City, and the Yodel subconsciously headed west.
For many days and nights, Bandle City was their last hope, but the Yodels lost themselves in the painful torture and loneliness and forgot about Bandle City.
Perhaps, even the Yodels themselves don't know if they will take another look at the aperture of beauty and hope when passing through the Bandel portal.
In fact, when passing by Bandel's portal, Master Yodel deliberately avoided the warm light and walked into the depths of darkness alone, continuing to find his own lonely path.
"I am the Great Lord of Evil! I am an evil mage who pursues the most powerful magic and rules the world with darkness and destruction! I don't need those useless and childish companions! I want to spread terror and darkness and gain more evil wizards.
Technique! Declare my reign of terror to more people!"
Constantly persuading himself and firming up his belief in preaching terror, Veigar came to a new village, felt in the dark, and skillfully slipped into the villagers' sheepfold with the help of the yordle's short talent.
"Baa~baa~baa~"
Facing the uninvited guests, the sheep in the sheepfold became a little restless and somewhat frightened.
Feeling the fear of the sheep, Master Yodel raised the evil staff with satisfaction.
Now is the perfect time to spread darkness and terror!
"The Great Lord of Evil pronounces his sentence here! Your sheep's hooves have been destroyed by me! Your master will surely weep and gnash his teeth for you!"
Hitting the sheep's hind hooves with the staff, the sheep jumped up in fear, but when it fell to the ground, it sprained its legs and whined.
"Baa baa baa~ baa baa~"
Staring at the pitiful lame sheep, Vega hesitated for a moment, then took back his staff and spontaneously announced that the soul of this sheep had been destroyed by the great master of evil, and then cast his evil gaze on the next little ewe.
"You are the second one! Give up!"
After thinking about it, I felt that using the staff was not a good idea, so Weijia picked up a pile of fresh sheep dung from the ground and threw it hard on the white face of the ewe.
"Crack!"
"Mea~"
Looking proudly at the little ewe that was disfigured by his own terrorist attack, Vega laughed loudly and walked towards the third innocent lamb...
Early the next morning, the male villager responsible for looking after the sheepfold came to the sheepfold while dozing off. The moment he opened the door, he let out a woman-like cry of fear.
It only took a moment for a large amount of human evil to appear on their faces, causing the villagers to lose themselves in fear.
"Who the hell put a sheep dung ball on the door frame for me!? Wow!! My sheep! Have you been baptized by dung beetles? Ahhh! Who did it! What bastard did it?
