No matter how often Lucien was bombarded with bad news, he still felt a little uneasy at this moment: "Mr. Rhine, what has changed? What changes will happen?"
The world of the dead hides the secret of true immortality, and any changes it undergoes cannot be underestimated, especially when Rhine is so solemn. Could it be that the world of the dead invades the real world and creates a "natural disaster of the undead"?
"I don't know what the specific changes are. You know, I am trapped here and cannot escape. I can only use special methods to sense that in the deepest part of the world of the dead, there is a terrifying aura that can subvert the world. It is weakly reviving. Maybe one or two
After a few years, there will be changes, and it is most likely to develop in a bad direction." Rhine was neatly dressed, not like he was trapped, but like he was attending an elegant banquet. Although his tone was solemn, his every move was orderly and not...
Confused.
Lucien frowned: "So, I should inform the Supreme Council of the secrets of the world of the dead."
Even his teacher Storm Lord, Lucien was not more than 30% sure that he would not be greedy after hearing the immortal secret of the dead world and would not kill him to silence him. After all, they had known each other for a long time.
It is still too short-lived. Therefore, if the matter is really serious enough to have to take risks, Lucien will choose to submit it to all the great arcanists and legendary magicians during the Supreme Council meeting. Under their mutual restraint, he will
Much safer.
"It's not serious yet. Didn't I tell you that I made arrangements before searching for the secrets of the dead world? Didn't I ask you to use these arrangements to help me get out of trouble after I advance to a high level?"
Rhine rarely made fun of Lucien and was always very serious, "I know that you are still far away from being promoted to a high level. I can only ask you to try your best to find a way to bring your strength closer to a high level within half a year, and then try to spend half a year to activate these arrangements.
At that time, I will give you another spell, maybe it can suppress the restlessness deep in the world of the dead. If this method can neither get out of trouble nor solve the problem of abnormal movements in the world of the dead, then you should submit the secret to the Magic Council.
."
Neither he nor Lucien are ignorant and stubborn people. If they have no other choice, they will not stick to the secret and let the worst result happen.
"Him?" Lucien asked doubtfully.
Rhine nodded solemnly: "The ancestor of our blood race, the existence closest to God, the incarnation of the truly immortal Silver Moon."
He is very particular about his choice of words, but there is no use for immortality.
"Aitna?" Lucien had seen this name in many books on the Magic Council. It was rumored that she, like the Pope, was the closest being to the illusory forbidden area of the gods.
However, there are only legends about Him, and there is no ranking in the purification sequence.
The corner of Rhine's mouth twitched: "You can also call him Etna. There is no gender in the original existence. It's just that your Magic Council inherited the bad tradition of the Magic Empire and likes to use women to describe gods, essence, reality, etc. The only problem is
The Pope has always been a man, otherwise..."
"If it's Him, I can give it a try." Lucien also thought that if the method was unreliable, he would just take the risk and submit the secret of the world of the dead.
But if you can really see Him, can you ask me to cut a piece of meat, drop a drop of blood, pull out a hair and bring it back to me for study?
Lucien, who had unknowingly evolved into an arcane research madman, was thinking wildly.
Seeing Lucien's promise, Rhine trimmed his half-length silver hair and showed Lucien's familiar handsome smile: "I never thought that one day, the two of us would be busy saving the world."
In fact, my teacher has been preventing me from destroying the world. Lucien silently cursed, "Mr. Rhine, where do I need to start?"
"First go to my castle in the Dark Mountains, take away the transformation mask, the three things that open the magic circle, and the rewards you should get, and then go to the Kuo Tao Murloc Altar in the Endless Ocean's 'Polluted Sea', Gusta
The sphinx mausoleum in the southern desert of the empire, a palace of the underground Sun King Thanos in Antiphore, the capital of the Holy Herz Empire, inspired the magic circle I arranged on the night when the silver moon is the brightest, and finally returned to my castle
, light all the lights, stand in the halo of the silver moon and recite the incantation." Rhine's projection began to shake, as if it lacked some power.
"Polluted sea area? Southern desert? Sun King?" Lucien was not unfamiliar with these three terms. Needless to say, the Sun King, the polluted sea area was the information he had obtained when sneaking to the Magic Council in exchange for an arcane point.
I just heard Florence mention it two days ago in the southern desert that the origin of uranium mines is there. Moreover, that area was also the jurisdiction of another ancient magical empire, Meshket.
In ancient times, there were three magic empires side by side, Sylvanas, Meshket and Yasuo. Meshket was more inclined to necromancy, illusion, summoning and other magics, and occupied the southern deserts, oases and further south of the Gusta Empire.
The Dragon Swamp and other places, the Yasuo Empire is famous for its navigation, underwater construction, etc., and its scope is the current Principality of Calais, the Kingdom of Buriana and the Pearl Islands and other islands on the endless ocean. The rest of the vast places are occupied by the strongest
The magical empire of Sylvanas occupies.
Rhine chuckled and said: "I don't have the ability to arrange such a powerful magic circle myself. I can only use powerful altars, mausoleums and underground palaces to gather them at a certain space node. Don't worry, as long as your strength is close to high-level, you can
Make good use of the transformation mask and the magic items I gave you. The risk is much less than reporting to the Magic Council. The only problem is that half a year may not be enough. Originally, if you go after you become a high-level person, it is basically an ordinary dangerous task, but the result...
"
"This is really..." Lucien had to say, "I think I can set off in a few days. In a sense, I am considered a quasi-advanced person."
The initial realization of the cognitive world is the most difficult point in advancing to a high level. The second is the possibility of failure in the coordination of magic rituals. The third is the analysis of the six-ring magic. Finally, the mental power and soul reach the point of directly interfering with reality.
Here Lucien has completed the initial materialization of the cognitive world, and is very close to analyzing the six-ring magic.
Rhine also had a certain understanding of magic. After hearing Lucien's words, he took a deep breath, looked around the dreamland, and laughed at himself: "Did I have a problem with my sense of time after being trapped? Although you entered
After Lin'e, I can't project to you anymore, but it's only been a few months since you returned to Lin'e?"
Aringe is a city with the densest magic circles and they are often activated. If Rhine wants to project, it will easily alert the great arcanist and legendary magician who are on duty.
"It's difficult to explain this kind of thing clearly." Lucien moved his fingers.
"You are becoming less and less fun, and it will become even less fun when you quickly become legendary." Rhine sighed, "Then you should act as soon as possible."
The dream dissipated, Lucien opened his eyes, and recalled the conversation just now:
"Mr. Rhine is probably hiding something. His understanding of the world of the dead may be deeper than I imagined."
Phew, sometimes it is not good to know too many secrets. I want to wait peacefully for the high-level magician promotion ceremony in three years, but face the possibility of failure. Fortunately, I have a lot of powerful magic items.
Lucien sat up suddenly, startling Alfred, and flicked his tail, almost breaking the chair of "Pale Hands".
"I didn't do anything!" it emphasized loudly.
It's a pity that I can't take this little guy with me, otherwise... Although it was mainly due to confidentiality, the picture that emerged in Lucien's mind was the scene of Alfredus looting Rhine's treasure house.
"But the most troublesome question now is that the teacher doesn't approve of my going out during this period, so what excuse can I use to leave?"
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In Haider City, in the banquet hall of a magic tower, pale candles glowed faintly.
Standing here, Lucien suddenly felt like attending a funeral. He was holding a white drink and wondered whether he should drink it. However, Alfred had no inhibitions and enjoyed various strange foods, including fried yellow ones.
Food like maggots, bread shaped like skulls, and a platter of "five internal organs"...
"Are these guys necromancers or performance artists?" Lucien shook his head helplessly, and then saw Felipe wearing a long black trench coat stepping in.
Felipe walked up to Lucien with a faint smile on his pale face: "I thought you didn't have the courage to come to Hedler. Your magic level is low because you are worried about this and that."
"I also thought you had no face to see me accept the Immortal Throne Award." Lucien replied to Felipe, "I am the review committee member of the Parliament. What should I worry about when I go to the internal organization of the Parliament?"
"Do you need me to provide first-hand information on cellular memory research? That way you can still hope to be resurrected even if you are assassinated." Felipe responded tit-for-tat.
Lucien shook his head: "I'm not too confident about the research results of middle and low-level arcanists."
The two exchanged a few sarcastic words as a greeting. At this time, an old man wearing a gorgeous Mishqite-style robe came over. He was holding a bottle of scarlet wine, his eyes were shining with red light, and his tone was cold and authentic: "
Evans, thank you for your miraculous experiment."
After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.
"Who is this?" Lucien looked at Felipe in front of him.
A smile appeared on Felipe's sickly face: "Mr. Sosa, a sixth-level arcanist, a seventh-level necromancer, and a high-ranking member of our organization, once almost died by self-destruction. It is expected that the date for his promotion to the eighth level will be very far away.
"
He was in a good mood when talking about this matter. He has never been a broad-minded person.
"The world is always full of helpless things." Lucien swung his wine glass.
The banquet was not very lively, and many necromancers did not want to see an elemental mage win the Immortal Throne Award. Only other invited guests came over from time to time to say hello to Lucien. After all, he was already a member of the Arcane Review Committee.
One of the two presidents of the Pale Hand, the nine-ring necromancer, the powerful lich Shangla, wearing a heavy all-black magic robe, walked up to the half-height platform and invited Lucien up. Behind him was a mummy holding a tray. , there is a neatly folded light black magic robe placed on the tray. Under the light, there is a faint flow of light.
"Mr. Lucien Evans' miraculous experiment revealed a possibility of the origin of life. This is the mystery that all necromancers have been seeking. We are grateful for his contribution." Shangla said concisely, "He has enough Qualified to ascend the Immortal Throne." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)