Chapter 856: Relics of the Ancient Magic Empire

With the strong intervention of the royal guardians and several major secret agencies, although the war is still going on in the empire, the intensity has gradually begun to slow down, and it seems to be gradually stopping.

Many people are looking forward to the end of the war, but only a few people know that this state of war is just a superficial illusion.

The disappearance of Gloria III, the guidance of the stargazers, and the huge plans secretly carried out by the marquises are all huge hidden dangers. Just waiting for an opportunity, it will explode like a gunpowder barrel encountering a spark, and the Gloria Empire will be blown apart again.

And this opportunity soon appeared.

Pale Plain.

This is a wasteland located at the junction of the two provinces of Karlas and Frey, dominated by the cold snow wind of the Manchenko Mountains.

The eternal pale permafrost and the cold environment are the main themes here. On the north side of the plain, the majestic branches of the Manchenko Mountains are like a giant dragon winding through.

From the depths of the mountains, there are always gusts of snow wind rich in ice elements, as if an ancient frost giant is sleeping here, and his breath turns into endless cold wind, dyeing this land into eternal winter.

Logically speaking, the magic elements contained in the branches of the Manchenko Mountains should not cause this plain to fall into such a deep ice. But the scene in front of us is contrary to common sense.

Once a scholar was curious about this and came to this mountain area to investigate, but in the end he did not find anything special, but found that the activity of ice elements in this area was abnormally dead.

In the end, the scholar concluded that this place was probably a battlefield of terrifying existence in ancient times. Affected by the aftermath of the battle, the elemental environment here suffered permanent changes, and after a long period of accumulation, the frozen soil here is stubborn.

Due to the harsh environment, this plain is sparsely populated, with only one or two small towns where adventurers gather. However, for ice-attributed monsters, this is a paradise. They multiplied and thrived on this forgotten land, becoming the real masters here.

Today, this plain that had been silent for countless centuries suddenly had some uninvited guests.

"Right here? One of the foundations of the ancient magic empire is buried?"

In the center of the plain, Fiona, wrapped in a black velvet cloak and followed by several subordinates, stepped on the pale frozen soil under her feet, and her voice with a little doubt echoed in the cold air.

The news here was told to her by a former member of the Enoch family. When the family was almost extinct, all secrets became chips to maintain survival and show their own value.

"Absolutely true!"

A low and firm voice sounded behind her. It was Phoenix Enoch, an eighth-level mystical mage and a direct member of the former Enoch family. There was an indescribable complex expression on his face, as if he was recalling the past that had been buried in the long river of history.

"This is a secret we discovered accidentally. Under the Pale Plains, there is actually a top-secret experimental base of the ancient magic empire, code-named 'Lonnuchenko', the god of winter.

The confidentiality level of its existence is extremely high, and only members of the royal family have the right to know. It stores a large amount of strategic materials, as well as the ninth-level top-secret weapon 'Winter Colossus' developed in imitation of the guardian of the Sky City 'Themis Colossus'."

He paused and continued.

"However, it is not easy to discover this base. It takes a huge magical power to open this relic, and according to our calculations, once it is unsealed, the huge elemental anomaly that erupts will be impossible to cover up.

This is also the core reason why we have never been able to discover it. After all, the relationship between us and the 'Golden Dragon' family has never been very good, and the location here is too sensitive."

Speaking of this, the black-haired and silver-eyed young man sighed, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his face. However, when he looked up at Fiona, the helplessness in his eyes was replaced by a touch of determination.

"Although I am reluctant to admit it, now is probably our best chance to explore this place. With your help and His Majesty the Man in the Mirror behind you, we will definitely be able to successfully capture it this time."

"Don't worry, His Majesty has already known about this matter and has given it to me to handle."

Fiona glanced at him lightly, her face tensed, and nodded expressionlessly.

Unlike the other world line, without the protection of her family and brother, she had to show her strong side when she went out alone.

The other party deliberately mentioned the title of Man in the Mirror to prevent her from not reporting the news but acting privately, which she and Phoenix knew well.

For high-level prophet, when their own titles are deliberately chanted, it is equivalent to establishing their connection in the web of fate.

"Now, start exploring!"

As Fiona's instructions were issued, a group of spellcasters from the School of Change immediately took action. They stood scattered on various magic nodes according to the orientation of the huge ritual array prepared in advance, and everyone's face was full of seriousness and concentration.

As they chanted and gestured, a mysterious and powerful wave of power began to permeate the air. In the center of the pale plain, the air seemed to freeze, and the mysterious spells intertwined with the sound of the wind, creating a heart-pounding melody.

Gradually, the frost on the plain began to change under the power of magic. They were no longer dead and pale, but began to emit a faint blue light, as if some kind of power was surging from the ground, echoing the magic of the casters.

The frost gradually melted, revealing the hard permafrost underneath. The cracks left by the years on the permafrost began to flicker like ancient runes, and began to glow faintly.

As the ceremony deepened, these cracks became larger and larger, and they became more and more numerous. They covered the entire plain like a huge spider web.

Suddenly, a strong earthquake struck. The entire plain was shaking, as if a huge monster was awakening underground.

As the earthquake intensified, the terrifying power of the ice element gushed out from deep underground, rushing straight into the sky, and even the sky seemed to be frozen, presenting a strange color of ice blue and pale.

At this moment, a more dazzling light burst out from deep underground. This light contained endless magic and majesty, as if an ancient being who had been sleeping for countless years was awakening. Under the illumination of this light, everything on the plain seemed so small and insignificant.

Finally, in the expectant eyes of the crowd, as the light faded, the huge ruins gradually rose from the ground.

These buildings are ancient and mysterious, as if they were made of hard pale ice, towering into the clouds, exuding an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

The top-secret experimental base of the ancient magic empire, Langnuchenko, appeared in front of everyone.

But at this moment, everyone was also on high alert.

Even though they were mentally prepared, the scale of the magic phenomenon was so large that it was still somewhat beyond their expectations.

The scattered adventurers attracted by the phenomenon were not a concern. What they were most worried about was attracting the attention of those truly powerful people.

"Success, the protective magic circle outside the ruins has been lifted, and the magic fluctuations are decreasing!" (End of this chapter)