Chapter 879
"hum"
The teleportation gate that had been prepared for a long time got a precise transmission coordinate. Under the control of the Syndra mages, the five large portals opened almost at the same time.
Wearing a black uniform, riding boots, a rapid-fire pistol, black gloves, and a slightly weird beret, the director of the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau, the tenth-level agent Maiev Shadowsong raised his wrist and looked at the machine. The time pointed by the watch flashed a gleam in the dark red eyes under the beret, and Maiev pointed forward with her finger.
""Malicious Albatross" has completed its mission, and the road to the Hall of Origin has been cleared!"
"Marais, Mai Lin, lead people to clear the periphery of the temple! Set up a defensive belt!"
"Kordana, Anaya, follow me!"
"Now, the battle begins!"
With Maiev's order, 500 Darkblade agents in full gear rushed towards the portal in front of them under the leadership of their respective officers, and Maiev took the bat-shaped moonblade handed by Konada, and she He looked left and right, and then walked through the portal just as he did when the Watcher was on a mission.
There was a flash of light in front of her eyes, and Maiev appeared outside the upper sand dunes of the Hall of Origins amidst a slight dizziness. She felt the softness of the quicksand under her feet, and her keen senses immediately sensed that she had just been bombarded by the meteorite technique. In the past land, under Maiev's instructions, Dark Blade agents in black uniforms poured into every corner of the temple like quicksilver pouring into the ground in a very professional manner.
Those pirates who were still trying to resist were easily chopped to the ground like melons and vegetables, and all important intersections were surrounded. Simple defensive belts produced in the Black Iron District were erected in various areas of the temple. Wacky magical instruments find traps and some cursed items in the temple, and there are dedicated people to deal with these things.
And those subordinates belonging to Catherine who were cursed because they touched the gold nuggets of the temple rashly were stunned by the agents, and then locked in the cleared venue.
Seeing the sudden appearance of this group of murderous characters who were not easy to mess with at first glance, Dr. Harrison Jones couldn't help feeling a little nervous, but he still stood in front of Catherine full of masculinity, but it made the doctor curious. Yes, these agents came and went, busy with their own affairs, but no one cared about the two of them at all.
It's as if the two of them don't exist...
"You can't do this!"
Jindi Sparks' iconic scream sounded not far away again, as the dwarf was arguing with an agent trying to take her backpack:
"Those are my study notes! Return them to me quickly, without them, I can't pass the high-level mage examination!"
The dwarf is quite sensible, facing the agents with live ammunition around her, she did not intend to show the arrogant "unyielding" of the mages, but when Harrison heard the screams of his companions, he planned to go to help, but was stopped by Catherine Wrist, the female pirate looked around at the agents coming and going, she said to Dr. Jones:
"Don't be a hero, just bring it here! Fool, these are the people of the Dark Blade... Dark Blade Legion, you know?"
"Catherine Ruinvivor!"
Before the female pirate could say anything more to her boyfriend, an indifferent voice sounded in front of her eyes. It was a Salayne elf in uniform with blood red eyes. It was the one who gave her the task before departure. Senior Agent Ms. Marais.
"Come with me, Albatross, the sir wants to see you."
Marais looked at Catherine and the man next to her expressionlessly. From the current state of the two, Marais could probably guess their relationship with each other. According to the information currently collected by the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, The man in front of him should be Dr. Harrison Jones, the master of archaeology in the human empire.
And "Vicious Albatross", this is the code name of "Blade" Catherine in the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau.
Catherine took a deep breath. She knew that the moment to decide her fate was coming. She stood up, sighed with some regret, and then said frankly to the nervous Harrison:
"Don't forget your promise to me, my Harrison...don't worry, this will be over soon, soon."
"You attracted them?"
Harrison's concern is another issue. He looked at his girlfriend, and then gave Marais who was standing in front of him a fierce look. He asked in a low voice:
"Are they forcing you to work for them? These bastards."
"It's hard to explain, my Harrison, you just stay here..."
Catherine didn't know how to explain to Harrison the complicated relationship between herself and the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, so she could only comfort her:
"Hey, stay here, when I come back, I will explain everything to you, I swear..."
"No!"
A person who can become an archaeologist and walk around in all kinds of weird tombs all day is definitely not a coward, especially when it is about love. Dr. Harrison was full of macho mentality this time, he stood up and grabbed Taking Catherine's cold hand, she bravely said to Agent Marais:
"I'm going with her!"
"oh?"
Marais narrowed his eyes and asked in a malicious voice on purpose:
"Why?"
"because..."
Dr. Jones glanced back at Catherine, gritted his teeth and said:
"Because she is my wife! I have this power!"
Jones's words made Catherine's cheeks flush, but the savage female pirate seemed very docile at this moment, and did not refute the statement.
"very good!"
A strange smile flashed across Marais's face, she shrugged:
"Come on then, brave man . . . I hope you won't be frightened for a while."
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When holding each other's hands and walking into the inner layer of the temple together, Harrison Jones saw a tol'vir stone statue whose back was facing them, standing in front of a tol'vir stone statue shining with golden holy light all over its body but not activated Man, that man is holding a weird staff with white prayer flags and a delicate sapphire bell wrapped around the top of the staff.
It was a form of antiquity that the well-informed Dr. Harrison had never seen.
And beside the man, there was a tall figure wearing a long hood and covering his body with a cloak. The two of them were talking. Sipping tea on the unpacked temporary chair, Archmage Anslem Ruinverwall sat next to Ronin. After seeing his daughter appear, the gray-haired Archmage's face suddenly flashed A little nervous.
On the other side of the temple, there was another woman in uniform with an indifferent face, staring at Ronin and Ansrem without saying a word, like a jailer guarding a prisoner.
"This is Anhur."
The cloaked Rai introduced the exquisite tol'vir stone carving to Tyrion:
"This is one of the most successful guardian constructs I have made in the engine of Nalaksha. It is endowed with the ultimate holy light affinity by the engine. When it is in this specially constructed temple, it still has I put it here to prevent any intruders who try to enter the hall of origin, and now it seems that Anhur has fulfilled his mission as the guard of the temple very well."
"Oh? It looks very sophisticated."
Tyrion nodded. He carefully looked at the obsidian sculpture with a pharaoh mask in front of him. After a while, he asked in a low voice:
"I've always been curious. When you made the tol'vir, what template did you use to make it? This thing doesn't look like the image of the guardians of the titans...a humanoid black panther with wings, it's too weird .”
"This question is actually very easy to answer."
Lai said calmly:
"The database of the Pantheon records the templates of hundreds of millions of life forms in the stars. I just chose a template that I found pleasing to the eye, and the race from which the tol'vir's life template...has disappeared During the Burning Crusade carried out by the demons, in fact, about two-thirds of the billions of life templates in the Pantheon database have perished since the Burning Crusade went on."
"This is a catastrophe among the stars...Hopefully, we can put an end to it once and for all."
Lai let out a deep sigh of emotion. He glanced back at Catherine and Harrison behind him, and said to Tyrion:
"Your guests are here, so I won't interrupt your conversation...I will activate the Titan creations in the lower level of the temple, and after you finish your work here, I will show you the entire furnace of origin..."
"Well, go get busy."
Tyrion waved his hand and watched Lai walk into the depths of the temple. Wherever the great guardian went, all the dark roads would light up for him. This mythical scene made everyone present endure it. His eyes widened, and even Luo Ning, who didn't like the Dark Blade Legion very much, began to think about the identity of that mysterious person.
There is no doubt that the Titan Temple is full of dangers, but the hooded man, walking here, is like walking in his own home... So, who is he?
"Ah, now let's talk about your affairs."
Tyrion turned around, and he tapped the staff of mist on the ground. He looked at Dr. Harrison Jones with a dignified expression, and Miss Catherine with a fearful expression, and said softly:
"I don't have much time to waste here, so let's make a long story short."
"Miss Catherine, 3 months ago, you contacted us through the Dark Blade Consortium, and wanted to get from us a way to save your poor, dying father's life. In this way, we made a deal, greedy You also long for immortality, so you temporarily modified it before the deal was concluded."
The voice of the great lord changed the faces of Archmage Anslem and Miss Catherine, and the gray-haired old mage didn't know how to face this matter.
His lifespan should have been long, but when the demons invaded Dalaran, the archmage was injured and never recovered. In addition, the reconstruction of the new Dalaran has cost him too much effort. , which further aggravated Archmage Anslem's condition. He had a premonition that he would not survive next autumn, so he told the news to his daughter, his only relative.
But he never thought that in order to save himself, his rebellious daughter would dare to make a deal with a demon like Anjian...
"You accurately found the Hall of Origin for us in the vast desert, and you dedicated it to us completely before other forces intervened."
The great lord looked at the pirate lady in front of him with admiration, and said softly:
"It's good that you did what you promised, now, it's time for me to fulfill our promise..."
Tyrion turned his head to look at Archmage Ansrem Luinvivor who was sitting on the side and guarded by Maiev. He asked calmly:
"So, Archmage Ansrem, are you ready to accept "eternal life"? I can understand the concerns of you mages, so I will give you three choices."
"First, like your friend Khadgar, transforming into an immortal lich can give you enough time to study your favorite magic."
"Second, use the "blood energy conversion" ritual developed by the Syndra elves to become a high-level vampire. Although the magic power will not increase, it will keep your senses alive."
"In the end, I will do it myself to transform you into a high-level undead. You will lose most of your spellcasting ability, but you will be replaced by an absolutely healthy and powerful body...Well, you will become a new death lord, and in the In the dead world, you can live as you do now, until the eternal day comes..."
"Now, make a choice."
Facing the question raised by the high lord, the old archmage Ansrem stood up. He leaned on his staff and glanced at his daughter. He sighed and said to Tyrion:
"Then, I choose to refuse! I was born as a human, and I want to die as a human... Not everyone will covet immortality, my daughter loves me, I am very honored, very touched, but unfortunately, I There is no need for this heavy... "gift"."
"Um?"
The great lord frowned, and he said to the archmage in front of him:
"You may not have heard clearly the choice I gave you... Your Excellency Anslem."
"Among the three choices I gave you, is there really an option of "giving up"?"