Chapter 440 Mayfly

"Kara."

The sound of rocks shattering made Rody stop abruptly.

He was frightened by this sound, and without a word, he turned around and looked at the seal as if he was facing an enemy—in other teams, Rody's neurotic performance might be ridiculed, but everyone is right now. Rody had an almost persistent trust, so they didn't ask any questions, and immediately drew their swords and drew their swords to prepare for the battle.

Merlinsera was curious about the movement of this group of people, but she was more worried about the seal on the side. Thinking of a certain possibility, she couldn't help but look ugly, and whispered to herself: "Could it be that the seal... can't hold it?"

Rody didn't answer her, but immediately began to verify: he once again opened the "monster hunting vision" that lasted for one minute.

Colorful elemental lines appeared in the field of vision again, but this time Rody found that many light red "silk threads" suddenly appeared in the air, and after turning his head to look around, he found that these blood-red silk threads came from the snow The strange corpses floated up, and all of them gathered towards one location...

He ran a few steps towards the sealed stone pile of Bailan Tulu, and then found a dazzling red light shining deep underground.

"Is this... a sacrifice?"

Rody immediately realized that this seemed to be some kind of evil ritual, because he clearly saw the words "Blantulu" and the slowly rising blood bar. And when he told Merlinsera what he saw, the shadow dragon couldn't help but clenched his hands, and said through gritted teeth: "This may be a blood sacrifice! Its power was suppressed after being awakened once. But the consciousness is not asleep... I should have realized that there are so many corpses, as a 'half god', I will never let them go..."

Her voice was a little trembling, because if everything was correct, Bolan Tulu might be able to use the corpses of these snow monsters to be resurrected soon!

"Half-gods" are not those half-dead necromancers on the mainland. As long as they have the slightest chance to take advantage of it, they will try their best to regain their freedom and reshape their bodies...

Thinking of this possible moment, Rody and Melinsera raised their eyes almost at the same time, looked at each other and then looked at the relief on the wall.

The magic circle similar to the "Tomb of Eternal Night" appeared here, and the reason is ready to be revealed!

At this moment, she didn't care about the demeanor that dragons should have, and said nervously: "Roddy, quickly find the central point of action of this magic circle, its outer ring should have seven spiral radiating lines... the spell can only be activated at key positions Only then can it be opened!"

"I was looking for...found it!"

Roddy immediately stared at the relief,

And successfully found the "center" of the magic circle that fits Merlinsera's description: "It's right in the center of the magic tower! It's a circular hole——"

But halfway through his speech, he was interrupted by a sudden earthquake.

The white palace shook violently amidst the crackling sound of "Kakaka". Akasha was in poor physical condition and sat on the ground all of a sudden - while in the center of the palace, the originally flat floor suddenly bulged upwards, and countless cracks extended and At the same time, everyone heard the "thumping" heartbeat under the ground...

"The blood sacrifice can no longer be stopped..."

Merlinsera's face turned extremely pale in an instant, but Rody, who had already memorized the activation spell, pulled Akasha up and shouted amidst the roar of falling stones: "There's no time! I'm going to activate it now." Magic circle, go and lead it there!"

This is actually the only choice at the moment, even if Rody doesn't say it, Melinsera plans to do it - because only Rody can activate the magic circle, and she is the only one who can compete with Bolantulu.

But after confirming this simple battle plan with a few words, she stretched out her hand and pressed the wound on her abdomen that had never healed, feeling a little disappointed in her heart.

As a high-level species, dragons always have indescribable premonitions about "destiny", and the surrounding world seems to be collapsing, and Merlinsera always has a feeling... This may be his last battle.

The call of the dragon god is approaching, and I seem to be about to reach the end of my life when I am burdened with hatred...

But such thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Roddy——

"Report the number of life-reporting potions!"

"The first team is exhausted!"

"I still have two bottles of intermediate treatment here!"

"Then bring them all over, Akasha, all the magic blessings!"

"Soderol, shield!"

The teams that have fought side by side for countless times already have a tacit understanding, and the series of orders have hardly been finished, and each arrangement has already been implemented.

Two bottles of potions were thrown over by Rody, and Merlinsera instinctively reached out to take them, and then felt a golden light covering her whole body, and the feeling of accelerated wound healing made her a little dazed for a while.

And when Rody walked over with a stack of equipment, the shadow dragon who wanted to say something actually felt a little choked in her throat--she had been fighting alone for several years, and she had almost forgotten the feeling of having someone fully assist her.

However, the dragon clan also has its own pride. In their eyes, things like armor and weapons have always been the toys of the weak. They trust their sharp claws and scales the most, so when Rody handed over the shield and battle ax in her hand, her face was very pale. The stiff one wants to refuse.

"Dragon...never use weapons..."

But Luo Di didn't have any intention of respecting the customs of the dragon clan. He raised his hand and put the shield made of the skull of the frost dragon Wissam on her arm, and at the same time put the shield from the "King of Thousand Axes" on the shield. Ron's tomahawk passed over—

"What time is it? It's time to save face... Try to last five minutes, and I will make all the preparations in the magic tower!"

Rody's posture didn't look like he was facing a dragon at all. He let go of the handle of the axe, turned around and made a tactical gesture: "Retreat! The one familiar with the route leads the way! Akasha follows me, and Soderol breaks the rear!"

"yes!"

"clear!"

After a sound of reply, the team of thirteen people staggered and rushed towards the palace in the second wave of earthquake, and quickly disappeared from Melinsera's sight...

When Rody left the gate, he glanced back, his pupils shining with the "Dragon Slayer Mark" met the eyes of the Shadow Dragon again, and he raised his hand to make a "good luck" gesture——Ke Mai Linssela didn't respond, but stood there with a shield and a battle ax with a calm expression on her face.

"Dragon Clan is really calm..."

With a sigh, Rody followed the team and accelerated his retreat towards the magic tower.

But he didn't know that the moment he looked away, Melinthra bit her lip lightly, and stopped talking...

The Shadow Dragon Clan has always been known for its aloofness. Even among the generally arrogant Dragon Clan, they are still the one that values ​​status and identity the most. To put it bluntly, it is like the blood of the "founding nobles" in the human world. There is an unattainable superiority in his bones. Merlinthra has been favored since she was a child, and has been influenced by the ethos of the clan, so she has always dismissed "humans", "high elves" or other races in her heart.

"It's just some insignificant reptiles. In the long river of time, they are inconspicuous."

This is what Melinsera's father taught her—from the perspective of the dragon race, there is no deviation in what she said: in the eyes of giant dragons with a lifespan of thousands or even tens of thousands of years, human beings are like mayflies that live and die in the blink of an eye Generally not worth mentioning. Therefore, when communicating with other races, although the Shadow Dragon Clan is not lacking in politeness on the surface, the contempt in their hearts will always exist.

If it weren't for the drastic changes in circumstances, I'm afraid Merlinsera would have been like this for the rest of her life...

But now?

Looking at the shrinking corpses around, the gradually cracked ground, and the swelling breath in front of her, she sighed lightly, and clenched the battle ax in her hand.

"Other races...are they really inconspicuous?"

After seeing Solomon's astonishingly celestial handwriting, and seeing how Rodi and others are still tenacious under the stormy sea, some kind of insistence on her identity as a dragon in her heart...has unconsciously faded a lot.

However, this kind of emotion did not last for a few seconds, and the vibration of the ground made her gaze gradually dignified—the seal of Bolan Tulu seemed to have infinite suction, and it was absorbing the scattered energy around it at an accelerated rate. Originally, only Rody could observe At this time, the red silk thread has turned into a blood stream visible to the naked eye...

"Plop, plop—"

As her heartbeat quickened, Melinsera watched a spherical blood-red cocoon gradually emerge from the ground. It felt like sprouting quickly, but anyone could tell clearly that the guy in the blood-red cocoon was definitely not a good person. stubble!

Naturally, Merlinsera would not just watch it grow. She took a deep breath, and after lowering her head and complaining about the material of the keel shield, she raised her battle ax and slashed at the blood cocoon in front of her with all her strength...

*****

"You mean, there are many snow monster corpses used for experiments in the magic tower, and there is only one trace of use?"

"Yes, and there is a magic circle on the top of the tower that can control and monitor the entire city. It looks like... a battlefield sand table."

Rody and Akasha had a short conversation while running, and the magic tower in front of him was getting closer and closer, but Rody felt uneasy in his heart - he had already repeated the lengthy incantation in his heart countless times and mechanically But whether this formation is really as effective as Merlinsera said, he actually has no idea at all.

For something like a magic circle, a slight deviation can lead to a difference of hundreds of thousands of miles. How to start and what to pay attention to after starting are very different. On this, my "player experience" is useless at all. After all, no one in the game meditates every day to study the mysteries of spells, because everyone knows that it is fictional...

But Luo Di's thinking angle is different from others.

In the copy of this area, he has penetrated the "outer city wall" countless times, and he has just walked around the "Tomb of the King". So he learned some information from Akasha as soon as possible, and immediately connected these seemingly messy clues...

Solomon experimented with a large number of snow monsters here, and the purpose was obviously not to resell organs. If Rody wasn't clear before, then combined with clues such as the "oversized armor" found in Lake Taal and the outer city wall area, he can figure out the opponent's purpose no matter how stupid he is—Solomon wants to make a snowball. Blame the army!

Those armors, supplies, and even the city walls were all tailor-made for this snow monster army.

A complete and reasonable story line could not help appearing in Roddy's mind: Solomon was expelled from the high-level arcane society by the high elves, and he carried out biological research here with hatred in order to create an unstoppable army of snow monsters Revenge... However, his research inadvertently provoked the mighty Bolantulu, who was sealed after a fierce battle.

This should be everything that happened in this area thousands of years ago. ()