"I can't tell." Completely ignoring Ferdinand's scorching beast-like gaze, Zhukov lowered his gaze and pondered for a long time, and finally uttered a nutritious nonsense.
But before the high-level mage could speak out in anger, Naga added inexplicably: "I remember that there seemed to be a strange-looking mark painted on the chests of those golden dummies."
"What kind of mark? Tell me clearly!"
Symbols or emblems are one of the best features for identifying a school of magic. Ferdinand couldn't help but clenched his fists.
"It's a very strange mark, I can't say what it looks like. It's just two concentric circles with a big olive stone on the outside..." While trying to remember, Naga began to make gestures with six arms.
.
However, it is obvious that Zhukov did not take any formal art classes when he was a child, and even if he did, his art must have been taught by his physical education teacher.
Seeing Naga constantly drawing strange circles in the air with a stream of consciousness technique mixed with abstraction and postmodernism, Ferdinand really wished he could just summon a thunderbolt and strike her to death. Damn it!
What are you doing? Why does it look like you are doing the eighth set of radio gymnastics? You have so many hands for nothing!
It's a pity that all the information about magic ruins now has to be dug out from these Nagas. So no matter how impatient he is, the high-level mage has to endure it first, and he has to maintain a neither salty nor bland appearance outside.
He spoke in a homely tone, fearing that the other party would detect his true thoughts and it would be counterproductive.
As for the other doubts and vigilance that had been lingering in Ferdinand's mind before, they had long been abandoned at this time.
"Eye! That mark is like a half-drooped red eye. The kind that doesn't wake up!"
When Zhukov continued to do "broadcasting gymnastics" hard, suddenly, Tchaikov on the other side suddenly had an idea and described it as if he had a sudden inspiration.
"Red eyes? Could it be..."
When he heard these words, the goblin high-level mage's mind suddenly exploded like a volcano erupting.
Unfortunately, there are many people who use the pattern of eyes as their unique magic marks and emblems in Brakada's nearly 10,000-year history of magic, but the only one among them who is a powerful master of the Grand Arcanist level is "Ice"
"Heroes before the end".
, what a resounding name. Even in that miraculous era when heroes shone like stars, Serena was a shining star that could never be ignored.
"Serena's Scarlet Gaze"... And it is precisely because of this exclusive magic that is so terrifying that it is almost unimaginable. Serena's magic badge marked with "blood-coagulated eyes" has been widely circulated in the world.
and knowing.
If, then there are likely to be some extremely rare treasures or magic books and scrolls in the tomb. There may even be a spell book recording "Serena's Scarlet Gaze" in it. Once they can be obtained.
It is foreseeable that it won't be long before Ferdinand hopes to truly challenge the throne of the Grand Arcanist. One day, he may even have the opportunity to become an incomparable great hero like Serena.
And when thinking of all the above, the high-level goblin mage simply has a violent impulse that "the blood of the beast is boiling". He can't wait to get the treasures and classics from Serena immediately.
"So... did you... find anything in the cemetery?" Ferdinand asked, stuttering, while suppressing the impulse in his heart.
"Hey, don't mention it. It took a lot of effort to get into that big tomb, but when I actually went in and took a look, it was an empty 'rat's nest'. There was nothing!" When he mentioned this, Tchaikov was immediately filled with excitement.
The look of helplessness and sadness on his face was like that of an old farmer who had been busy all year and had his entire harvest robbed by a landlord.
"impossible!"
The high-level goblin mage couldn't bear it any longer and roared angrily.
Seeing Ferdinand suddenly lose his temper, not only Naga and the others, but even the other goblin guards on the wall were very surprised.
"Ahem... you... think about it again! How could a mausoleum that is so well-guarded be completely empty? Isn't there any clue or even a needle to attract your attention?" It seems that he has noticed the people around him.
With the strange look in his eyes, the high-level mage immediately covered up his gaffe with a few dry coughs, then calmed down his tone and said, "Be good at it."
"No." The three Naga brothers pretended to look at each other and shook their heads in unison.
"This... you can have it!" Ferdinand couldn't help but heaved a heavy sigh again.
"This...really doesn't..."
"you!"
Facing the three-headed naga, the high-level mage felt like he was about to lose his temper.
lie!
There is no doubt that Naga is lying!
The high-level mage would never believe that an ancient tomb closely guarded by Silent Servants and other magical puppets would be as open and empty as Yang Bailao's safe. Because this is completely unreasonable and is inconsistent with the excavation of historical ruins.
The records at that time were seriously violated.
Unless Naga is lying, they did not find any lost ancient tombs in Karaka Mountain, and all of this is just a fabrication. However, the narrative about the Serenity Servant and the "Blood-coagulated Eyes"
What explanation will be given? Did Naga make it up?
Just kidding, if Naga, who can be basically equated with illiteracy, can also fabricate such a novel that conforms to the laws of magic and history, Ferdinand is willing to believe that the Behemoth barbarians of Crurod can also come to Brakada.
Lectured on magic as a visiting professor.
Therefore, the only explanation is that Naga concealed what he found in the ruins.
Haha, these Nagas whose brains are as mixed as borscht, although most of the time they are stupid and make people laugh, but on some occasions they still retain a bit of cunning and cleverness like a small farmer, and after all they understand that "wealth"
The simple truth of "Don't reveal your innocence".
"Oh, you don't have to be nervous, I'm just curious." With this thought, Ferdinand smiled again and said slowly: "To be honest, I am also an archeology enthusiast. You should understand that someone like me
Magic professionals are very interested in monuments and some antiquities. Of course, if you have similar things on hand, I am also willing to purchase them."
After saying that, the goblin high-level mage waved his hand and motioned for Sean and other goblin hammermen to retreat, leaving only the ten war iron fists close to him to continue to guard. It was obviously clearing the place for the subsequent "business negotiations."
"this…"
Hearing Ferdinand's words, the three Naga brothers looked at each other erratically again, with different expressions on their faces.
Seeing this scene, the high-level mage became more and more convinced that the other party must be hiding something.
After several more rapid whispers, Tchaikov, as the eldest brother, finally spoke up: "That's right, we did find some small things in the Karaka Mountains. But there aren't many, and we can't tell what they are."
Humph, idiot! Of course you are not able to recognize the ancient magical treasures. Ferdinand was happy that Naga finally let go, but at the same time he felt contempt in his heart.
"It doesn't matter. We can talk about anything. We can talk about anything." The senior mage smiled kindly, but the look in his eyes was as passionate and longing as first love.
"This..." Chaikov seemed to be a little concerned and hesitant.
"Brother, um, that's just the lamp. It's not like it's valuable anyway. Let's take it out for him to take a look at." On the side, the lively Chekhov began to whisper.
Thanks to Naga's loud voice, Ferdinand also heard this sentence and immediately felt more confident.
"All right."
After "twirling" again, Tchaikov finally nodded, then fumbled around in his pocket for a long time, and finally took out the "magic lamp".
In the night, a clumsy-looking copper lamp appeared in front of Ferdinand's eyes. On the slender mouth of the lamp, a light blue bean fire that seemed to be void and without temperature was burning leisurely, while its patina-dotted lamp belly was
There was a vague blue light rising and falling in the lamp.
"This! This! This is!"
And when Ferdinand saw the magic lamp for the first time, his eyes were fixed and he could no longer move. It was like a tortoise looking at a mung bean, a pervert meeting a milk bag, or a monster seeing Tang Monk Meat.
"Look, I just found such a small broken lamp! I don't know what it is used for. Apart from the fact that it can shine out light without adding lamp oil, it has no other benefits." Tchaikov did not pay attention to the strange expression of the high-level mage.
He said thoughtfully.
"Oh, oh...such an oil lamp..."
After hearing Naga's nagging, Ferdinand finally came back to his senses, reluctantly put away his greedy face, and spoke. However, in his heart, the huge waves like landslides and tsunamis were still rolling endlessly.
What kind of small broken lamp? Add lamp oil!? These blind Nagas are simply blaspheming the sacred objects!
What kind of oil lamp is this? It is clearly the legendary magic lamp belonging to the ancient great arcane masters! According to the history of magic, the magic lamp is a new alchemical life form created by the ancient great arcanists. It not only carries many of the magic lamps belonging to the great arcanists
The secret of magic itself is more likely to have terrifying power beyond ordinary high-level ones.
That's certainly true. In fact, the alchemical life in the magic lamp may have been endowed with the legendary spell "Serena's Scarlet Gaze".
Must, must, I must get it!
At this moment, a voice that resounded throughout the world kept rumbling in the soul of the high-level goblin mage.
At the same time, there was also a trace of almost invisible pride in the eyes of the three-headed Naga.
Okay, the bait has been thrown, now it’s up to the big fish to take the bait. (To be continued...)
