In the spacious space, looking at the three roads divided in front, Meldo said solemnly.
In front, dark black trees and silver trees stand quietly, dividing the road into three.
On the middle road, wisps of golden light are spreading, paving the middle road, exuding wisps of sacred aura.
On the left, the silver tree stands quietly, its silver leaves swaying gently, and streaks of silver light hanging down, looking holy and beautiful.
As for the road on the far right, it was filled with black and looked ordinary, without anything unusual.
This represents three roads for people with three different identities to pass through.
"On the road in the middle, only the owner is qualified to pass through. Even if the unknown master had a corpse before his death, he should have entered the tomb through this road."
Looking at the scene ahead, Meldo said: "Only the owner of the tomb, or the descendants and relatives of the owner of the tomb are qualified to walk on this road. If the others leave, it will cause unpredictable consequences."
"The silver road on the left, if nothing else, should represent guests. Only those who are welcomed are eligible to walk."
"Then what's the last way?"
Looking at the road ahead, Raman asked rhetorically.
"Nature is for the unpopular."
Speaking of this, Meldo's face was calm, but his eyes were solemn: "Of course, if you think you will be welcomed, you can also try the path on the left. However, if you fail the appraisal, the consequences will be worse than taking the path on the right.
It’s even more serious.”
"What kind of bullshit rules and etiquette are these."
Hearing this, Raman frowned immediately, somewhat unable to understand the purpose of doing this.
If you really don't want people to pass through, then just block the road. Judging from the level of the ruins in front of you, the two formal wizards are unable to resist, so they have to set up such a ceremony at the entrance.
"This is a death ritual passed down from ancient times, and it has its own meaning."
Meldo was noncommittal and pointed directly at a stone tablet engraved a few meters away.
"This is the agreement and contract between the living and the dead... Outsiders who embark on the road of death, if they fail to pass the appraisal, their souls will be swallowed and bound by the tree of death, and they will become the guardians of the Sun Emperor..."
Looking at the stone tablet in the distance and the text written in Quran on it, Raman read it word by word, and then his face turned pale.
"Now you understand."
Meldo turned around and looked at the stone tablet in front of him. After a long time, he raised his arm and pointed to the trees in front of him: "These are the trees of death. Once you die on the road, your soul will be absorbed into those trees and be eternity."
It is sealed in this mausoleum to protect this relic."
"Is there any solution to this problem?"
Looking at the stone tablet in front of him and listening to Meldo's words, Raman frowned and asked directly.
"Of course."
Meldo turned around and looked at his face, a hideous smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I'll sacrifice you! I'll be able to get over naturally!!"
boom!!
A violent explosion sounded on the spot, as if something suddenly exploded. A bloody figure appeared in front of Raman, with a scimitar in his hand, and he slashed directly at the opponent.
bump!!
The high-speed dancing blade made a miserable sound like tearing in the surrounding air. The bloody scimitar trembled slightly and made a low sound like a baby wailing, which looked very terrifying.
This slash directly struck the opponent, and the sword wind above it was carried away, as if it had struck a thick piece of flesh and blood, splashing a piece of flesh and blood, staining the surrounding ground with blood.
With a crash, Raman fell heavily to the ground, and there was a long crack on his chest, from which the internal organs could even be seen.
"You...why!!"
Suddenly encountering such a heavy blow from his companion, Raman's eyes widened and he looked at Meldo in front of him in disbelief, with deep confusion in his eyes.
"Hey...don't you want to know how to pass this road? It's actually very simple."
Standing on the spot, holding a bloody scimitar in his right hand, Meldo had a hideous smile on his face. With his bloody red robe, he looked like a devil crawling out of the battlefield: "In addition to relying on his own
Unless the strength can withstand it, anyone who wants to pass the Lost Road only needs to sacrifice an equivalent soul as a price to pass this road."
"Otherwise, do you think I would be so kind as to share the ruins I worked so hard to discover with you?"
Crazy voices kept ringing in front of me, and before the words could even be finished, a bloody scimitar slashed straight down with a bloody sword wind.
Raman reluctantly moved his body, rolled to the side from where he was, and dodged the knife in an extremely dangerous posture.
The scimitar cut straight into the ground, as if it were cutting into a piece of tofu. It cut a long dent in the ground and raised a lot of gravel.
"Stop pretending, do you think I don't know you are trying to trick me?"
Meldo was wearing a red robe and holding a bloody scimitar. He looked at the embarrassed Raman on the ground and sneered: "You think I can't tell that you were already planning to attack me secretly when you first entered the ruins.
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"Cough..." A slight cough sounded in the same place. Although the voice was old, it didn't have any sense of weakness that an old man should have.
Under Meldor's gaze, Raman stood up from where he was. Although the horrific wound on his chest looked terrifying, it didn't seem to affect him at all.
"I originally thought that I would have to wait until I saw something worth doing before I would get to this point."
Raman stood up from the spot as if nothing had happened. His face was indifferent, and he looked at Meldo with a pair of cloudy eyes, as if looking at a dead person: "I didn't expect that just by being here, I would reach this point."
"What do you know?"
Meldo sneered: "Do you know where this place is?"
"This is the tomb of the last pure-blood emperor of the ancient elves. In terms of power, it is at least comparable to that of a fifth-level wizard, far exceeding the level of the current wizard world."
"For such a great being, even if there is only a little leakage from his body, it is worth the life of a formal wizard. It will be a matter of time before he falls out."
Having said this, a ferocious smile appeared on his face again: "Since we are bound to fall out sooner or later, why not let your soul pave the way for me!!"
The brilliant blood-colored sword light danced rapidly, emitting bursts of soft sounds in the surrounding space. Just hearing it made people's brains swell and hurt, and they felt uncomfortable.
A powerful mental power surged out, suppressing the opponent's spirit in an instant, causing Raman's face to change drastically, and he showed an expression of disbelief: "You have reached the stage of transformation!!"
"Haha! It's too late now!"
Meldo moved fiercely, taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was suppressed. The scimitar in his hand emitted a bloody brilliance and struck the opponent directly, making a loud noise.
After receiving this blow, half of Raman's body exploded directly. A violent force passed through the opponent's body and almost tore half of his body apart, completely losing the power to move.
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The next moment, blood and flesh splashed everywhere, suddenly exploding on the spot, all splashing onto Meldo's body, like high-strength sulfuric acid, causing his skin to begin to corrode.
A wrinkled arm suddenly stretched out. Although it looked old, it was very powerful. It stabbed forward and completely penetrated Meldo's chest. A blood-stained arm emerged from the other end.
After suffering this blow all of a sudden, Meldo acted like an innocent person, with blood on his face, and kept waving the bloody scimitar in his hand like a madman.
Touch! Touch! Touch!
Violent crashes resounded on the spot, and a sharp bloody scimitar kept slashing at Raman's body, as if it was chopping meat, cutting him into a ball of flesh, and it was no longer visible.
out of any shape.
But even so, Raman is still not dead at the moment. There is still a little vitality attached to the remaining flesh and blood, and a little granulation is constantly growing, and it seems that it will heal.
"it's over!!"
Looking at the mass of flesh and blood in front of him, Meldo showed a maniacal smile. All his mana was poured into the scimitar in his right hand, causing the scimitar to glow with blood, looking weird and bloody, and then he chopped it down directly.
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boom!!!
A huge explosion sounded on the spot.
In front of Meldo, he was struck by a blood-colored scimitar. The non-human-shaped mass of flesh and blood immediately exploded, and the scattered flesh and blood spattered everywhere, dyeing Meldo's face a bloody color.
"Hahahahahaha!!"
Feeling that the flesh and blood life in front of him was completely disappearing, Meldo laughed maniacally. Combined with his dignity at this time, people couldn't help but think of a madman.
Having taken the life of an official wizard with his own hands, the scimitar in his hand also underwent some changes. The blood originally stained on it slowly disappeared, as if it had been absorbed by the bloody scimitar.
A blazing white light lit up on the spot, and a little bit of mist slowly rose, condensing into a human shape, and rushed directly to the huge stone tablet in front, causing the stone tablet to emit a faint golden light.
Hiding in the corner, watching this scene quietly, several wizard apprentices, including Andrew and Sisti, were afraid and did not dare to look directly at Meldo in front of them.
With the death of Raman, the parasitic spell on them has been released, but despite this, they are still imprisoned here.
Meldo's mental power was pressing on them, which not only restricted their actions to a certain extent, but also put great pressure on them. As long as they moved, they would be immediately noticed by the other party.
This is an absolute difference in the level of life. As long as a formal wizard still has spiritual power, it is only a piece of cake to suppress an apprentice.