boom!!!!
With a loud bang, the fierce fire that absorbed enough magical energy suddenly exploded and turned into a flaming giant more than ten meters high in the square in front of the giant snake statue.
It simply swung its arm and smashed it to the ground, swallowing up a dozen soldiers on the spot.
The latter's fierce struggle and screams before death instantly caused the other lizardmen who had gathered there to flee in all directions.
Although some wizards are trying to cast magic such as exile to drive away this creature they think may be from the elemental plane of fire.
But all these efforts were in vain.
Because the essence of Lihuo is to devour all energy and combustible materials and transform them into the form of flames, it is not a life with soul and self-awareness.
It does not even have any requirements for the casting environment. As long as there is a minimum amount of magical energy in the surrounding environment as a fuse, it is a simplest, cheapest, but extremely powerful high-level spell.
Apart from being difficult to control and only being able to cause fire damage, it basically has no obvious disadvantages.
Under Dumbledore's control, the growing Fiendfyre maintained its giant form and rushed towards the Lizardmen who tried to block its progress with a devastating force.
His purpose has always been very clear, which is to pull out the time crystal, close the sundial, and make the time barrier surrounding it disappear.
But the Lizardman Mage is no pushover either.
After realizing that the fierce fire was just a magical flame that could continue to devour and grow, it decisively began to summon giant water elementals or open channels to the water elemental plane, hoping to engulf it with a large amount of water.
When the two sides collided, a large amount of water was evaporated into boiling steam.
Some of the lizardmen were unable to dodge and accidentally inhaled the steam, resulting in severe burns to their nasal cavity, mouth and lungs. Their entire respiratory system quickly failed and they were eventually suffocated to death.
Just when everything around him was white and nothing could be seen clearly, Dumbledore finally began to chant the clumsy spell with the help of the magic of illusion. In just a few seconds, violent magical waves shot out from his fingertips.
Then, the white mist in the entire area was instantly stripped away by a powerful force, and all the water elements and the water summoned from the water elemental plane disappeared in an instant.
Disappearing with them was the water in the bodies of all the lizards in the range.
It looked as if they had been exposed to the seasonally dry desert for several months, leaving only a pile of lifeless mummies.
Without a doubt, this is the most dreaded eight-ring necromancy magic - Abidachi Withering Magic.
Although as a group large-scale damaging spell, its killing effect is not too outstanding among many seventh-ring and eighth-ring arcane magics, but there is one very terrifying thing about it, that is, it has an almost BUG-like instant-kill feature against water elements and plants.
So when the withering spell took effect, all the water elements and moisture disappeared, and those lizardman mages also suffered heavy casualties.
After all, the immunity to fire damage they had previously acquired could not stand this powerful necromancy magic.
To be precise, since the creator race of the Thunder Age's understanding of magic mainly remains at a macro and theoretical level, even though the various artifacts and creations are more exaggerated than each other, in fact, when it comes to personal spellcasting, they are not that strong.
If we look at the spell lists of the arcanists in the Netheril era and then look at the spell lists of the mages in Faerun today, we can easily see the huge gap between them.
The latter can learn and master far more spells than the former.
In particular, key spells such as Great Disintegration, Wish, Mage's Sword, Bigbai's Hand series, and Otiluk's Elastic Shield, which can greatly increase the winning rate of spell duels, were almost non-existent in the Netheril era.
So if two mages of the same level and similar skills were to duel, the modern mage would most likely be able to defeat the arcanist of the Netherese era.
This was true even in the Netheril era, let alone the spellcasters of the prehistoric Creator civilization.
Although they have a deeper understanding of the nature of the magic network and can jointly cast some terrifying magic that can destroy the world, their individual combat effectiveness is really not that good, and the number and methods of magic their master are far from comparable to modern wizards.
Dumbledore took advantage of the opponent's poor adaptability and launched a series of punches that stunned the group of lizardman spellcasters.
He didn't give the other party any time to react. He threw Lihuo into the temple, rushed to the sundial, grabbed the time crystal inserted on it, and pulled it out of the groove inside.
The next second...
A piercing sound that cannot be described in words began to echo in my ears, followed by a dizziness and headache.
It felt like my body and soul were torn into countless small pieces, and then thrown into a timeline that lasted tens of thousands of years, traveling back and forth at a speed beyond mortal understanding. A whole hundred years passed in just one second, and the huge amount of information hit the memory area of the brain like a tide.
Can't understand!
I couldn't even think! I could only passively accept it! After a while, even my self-awareness became hazy under the impact of this terrifying information, as if I had forgotten who I was and why I was here.
Just as Dumbledore's brain and even his soul were about to reach their limit and the pupils of his two eyes began to completely dilate without any focus, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"wake up!"
In a flash!
He shivered uncontrollably, then recovered from the strange state. He subconsciously reached out his hand to wipe his face, only to find that a large amount of sticky blood had flowed out of his eyes, nose, mouth and ears.
Needless to say, the principal almost died from the shock of information that was far beyond his ability to bear.
You have to know that for the human brain, storing information for hundreds of years is already the limit.
Even with the assistance of some extremely advanced technological means, it can only be extended to about two to three thousand years at most.
In this regard, Belisarius Cawl, the famous oil man in the Warhammer universe and the universal wish-granting machine of the Imperial Regent Robert Guilliman, is the best example.
Having lived for tens of thousands of years, he has already transformed himself into something that no one knows what it should be called (his own brain + his own artificial intelligence copy + the absorbed soul that still has the ability to think, or it can be called personality data).
He also sets up cloned brains and memory backups in various corners of the galaxy to store the knowledge, technology, and information he considers important.
But even so, many memories are still inevitably lost.
In contrast, although magic can solve the upper limit of mortal memory by directly abandoning the original body and turning into undead creatures, elements, alien creatures, spirits, etc., in essence it all means "I am no longer human."
If one simply uses life-extending potions or frequently replaces one's body with a younger one, one will still experience memory loss after living to a certain age.
"Damn it! I seem to have made a very stupid mistake. I shouldn't have touched such a dangerous thing so easily."
Dumbledore quickly drank a bottle of healing potion and stared at the cylindrical time crystal in his hand that was as long as a dagger. An expression of lingering fear appeared on his pale face.
Because if it weren't for that loud shout, he would have been 100% dead.
However, just when the principal's memory and thoughts were in chaos, a female lizardman suddenly rushed out of the temple, raised her hand and cast an unknown spell, directly decomposing the giant fire that had grown to more than 30 meters high into gorgeous sparks flying all over the sky, which then quickly dissipated into the air.
Needless to say, the person who possesses this level of magical power must be the queen of these lizardmen - Mosala.
When she noticed that the time barrier had disappeared and Dumbledore was standing in front of the sundial holding the time crystal, she immediately roared in anger: "You lowly descendant of slaves! How dare you touch the holy object of the great creator race! Go to hell!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, a dazzling beam of fire burst out from the energy stone above his head, which looked like a small sun, and fell from the sky.
boom!!!!!!
The area where Dumbledore was standing and the ground beneath his feet were instantly pierced through. The extremely high temperature melted the rock layer into a lava well hundreds of meters deep.
Such terrifying power is comparable to the Nine Rings or even legendary magic.
Although the affected area is not large, the lethality is extremely shocking.
Obviously, the energy stone that absorbs a large amount of heat energy can not only change the ecological environment of the entire planet Toril, but can also be used as a powerful space-based weapon.
Fortunately, Dumbledore reacted quickly enough and instantly activated the acceleration spell to roll and crawl away from the edge of the fire column. He also launched a few magic missiles to interfere with the opponent's spellcasting.
But it turned out that these magic missiles had no effect at all on the queen.
Just as he was racking his brains to find a solution, biting frost suddenly appeared out of nowhere and exploded with a bang, with Mosala as the center.
Countless tiny sharp ice blades flew in all directions at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, causing huge damage to the other lizardmen around.
Most importantly, as scaly reptiles, lizardmen are most afraid of the cold, and will even fall into hibernation due to low ambient temperatures.
Therefore, many lizardmen warriors, mages, and assassins showed signs of slow reaction.
But the queen was the only one who was not affected at all. She immediately turned her head and looked at the arcane liches that were teleported from afar one after another.
In less than ten seconds, more than fifty legendary liches surrounded her, each of them with a creepy red light flashing in their eyes.
That attitude is not to view it as a powerful enemy, but to regard it as a precious and interesting research object.
This undoubtedly made Mosala feel offended and insulted, and his two light yellow eyes revealed anger and ferocity.
In her opinion, the descendants of these former slaves should kneel down in obedience and pray for her mercy instead of trying to resist the slavery of their masters.
"Interesting, this lizard is completely immune to my Frost Nova. Even the extremely low temperature in the environment has no effect on it. Could it be that she has become a divine creature or a quasi-divine power?"
A lich showed a very surprised expression.
Because he cast prophetic magic to detect the moment he descended, confirming that Mosala was a living creature, not a dead undead or transformed into some other form.
This means that, in theory, the Lizardmen's weakness of being afraid of the cold should have been retained.
But the result was just the opposite.
If we take into account the previous ignoring of the burns from the fierce fire, Mosala has clearly become immune to two types of energy damage, namely fire and cold.
"No, probably not yet, but there must be some force protecting her."
Another lich expressed his opinion.
Habaser suggested: "I think we should cut off her connection with the energy stone first. Otherwise, this thing will be a big threat to us."
"I agree! Now that there is no time barrier blocking us, we can definitely seize control of the energy stone first."
After saying that, Tailantier took the lead in entering a state of concentration in casting a spell, projecting his mental power onto the energy stone.
A dozen other legendary liches followed suit and took action.
"No!!!!!"
Realizing what these enemies wanted to do, Mosala's first reaction was to kill these liches at all costs and directly release the energy stored in the energy stone for tens of thousands of years to the maximum extent.
Unfortunately, the liches' mental power has entered the energy stone, causing great interference to its control ability.
Not to mention sending down pillars of fire like just now, even continuing to release energy to warm the environment in the north has become an impossible task.
What's worse is that there are more legendary liches watching around, and every time she wants to cast a spell, she will be countered immediately.
After trying several times, the exasperated queen finally pulled out the scepter hanging at her waist, swung it and smashed it hard at the nearest lich.
Bang! Snap!
When the hardest part of the front end of the scepter collided with the lich's head, it was just like hitting a hard ice surface. Although a small hole was made, it did not cause a head explosion as expected.
Instead, with the impact point as the center, dense cracks like a spider web formed around it, as if a layer of hard ice covered the surface of the body.
Needless to say, this is the upgraded version of the Ice Armor, the most commonly used ice armor by Azeroth mages to protect against physical attacks - Ice Armor.
Its effect is equivalent to making the lich wear a solid full-body plate armor. Ordinary physical attacks have little effect on it, and it can be repaired and replenished at any time as long as mana is consumed.
Unless tons of damage can be dealt in a short period of time, it is unlikely that a lich can be killed by physical means.
"Hehe, it seems you made a wrong choice."
The lich who was hit by the scepter grinned sarcastically, then raised his hand, grabbed the arm of the Lizardman Queen and released the Touch of Weakness.
But what he didn't expect was that this spell also had no effect and was absorbed by the invisible force field the moment it was released.
Mosala quickly took the opportunity to break free and retreated repeatedly, his eyes full of vigilance and fear.
Only at this moment did she finally realize that the unlucky guy she killed as a sacrifice did not lie.
Even if these enemies have lost their ability to cast spells, they are still quite formidable opponents. The frost armor on their body surfaces is definitely hard enough to withstand most low-level magic weapons.
Even the +4 ruling scepter in his hand could only cause slight scratches.
Of course, this is also because Mosala is not a warrior and his strength attribute is not high.
"Am I seeing things? She is immune to the negative energy spells of the necromancy! Could it be that this thing is immune to all magical and physical attacks like those golems before?"
Habaser's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.
Because if that were the case, then even if the other party wasn't a divine creature or had quasi-divine power, it would be almost the same.
"She achieved this through some kind of magical ritual. All the secrets are hidden inside that temple. Rush in and kill all the lizardmen inside, and the effect will naturally disappear."
At the critical moment, the soul-eater Ymir appeared and revealed the queen's true colors.
"What? There is such a magical ritual!"
"What are you waiting for! Capture them alive! This magic ritual must not be lost!"
"That's right! Be gentle when you do it."
…
Upon hearing that there was such a good thing, the liches of the Arcane Mystic Society were immediately overjoyed, and said that even if they died once, they would never harm the Lizardmen who mastered this knowledge, at least before digging out the knowledge in their brains. Then they rushed to the only entrance of the temple.
"Get out! I will never allow you, the descendants of lowly slaves, to enter the temple!"
Mosala was obviously a little panicked. He didn't bother to fight for control of the energy stone. He simply retreated to block the entrance of the temple and summoned his men to resist the attack of these liches.
But unfortunately, all this is in vain.
In front of dozens of legendary liches, most of the lizardmen warriors and spellcasters had no ability to resist and were often knocked down in large numbers by multiple large-scale lethal spells.
Especially the ultra-low temperature created by the frost magic made their thinking and reaction drop by several levels, and they were not as immune to various energy damage as their own queen.
In addition, the subsequent Iron Raptors and Imperial Guards also arrived one after another, blocking the Lizardmen who came to support from other places in the city outside the temple and preventing them from getting close. After just a few minutes of holding out, they completely lost the city.
The liches released the Big Hand series of magic, pinning Mosala to the ground, unable to move.
Although it cannot cause any harm to it, it can effectively restrict its movements.
Dumbledore also followed the large group into the temple, and at a glance he saw a row of lizardmen kneeling in front of a huge statue, chanting awkward spells.
There was an aura of arcane magic shining above everyone's head.
When these auras merge with the white light above the statue, a "line" connecting to the queen is created.
It is through this line that all spells and physical attacks directed at Mosara are absorbed by the statue.
In other words, it's not that she is immune to physical attacks and magical damage, but that she has transferred it to another place.
However, the materials and craftsmanship used in the statue seem to be the same as those of the golems, so the queen is also immune to all magical and physical damage.
"Damage transfer? A metal material that can resist almost all physical and magical damage? Hahahaha! Our trip really wasn't in vain."
Habaser couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He was well aware of the amazing potential and great value of these two things.
Apart from anything else, just by trading it with Jinjitaxia, you can get a lot of good things you want.
When the last lizardman died, Mosala, who was lying on the ground unable to move, let out a painful howl.
“Ah…
In less than a few seconds, her body began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the pause button that had been pressed previously began suddenly to accelerate.
And what ages is not just the body, but also the soul hidden within the body.
The whole process lasted about five minutes, and in the end her dried body was compressed into a bone hourglass, and the silver sand inside was the remnant left after the soul collapsed.
Looking at this incredible scene, Dumbledore asked in an uncertain tone: "What happened just now?"
Chromie explained in a meaningful tone: "It's nothing, just the backlash of the power of time. You don't think that a mortal like her will travel through time at will, distort history, and reverse cause and effect without paying any price, do you?"
"Distorting history? Reversing cause and effect?"
Telantel keenly grasped two key words.
"Yes.
Mosara did more than just steal the Saruki's title and civilization.
Instead, he used the power of the time crystal and sundial to go back in time to steal knowledge and technology, and then passed it on to the Lizardmen who were slaves at the time through secret societies.
She then traveled back to her own time and used these secret societies to launch a rebellion, wresting control of the city from the now-deceased Sarrukh.
From then on, all history about the Saruk witches in the entire North was completely erased, leaving only Mosara and the ancient lizardmen she led.
Therefore, all the legends and relics in the North about the creator race actually refer to them.
In order to obtain eternal life, Mosala also used magical rituals to bind himself tightly to tens of thousands of years of time.
When this magic ritual is destroyed and completely interrupted, she will naturally have to accept the corresponding backlash and pay the price for her arrogance."
As he spoke, Chromie bent down and picked up the horrific skeleton hourglass that had fallen to the ground, with a hint of mockery in his tone.
As a bronze dragon of Azeroth, she undoubtedly knows better than most mortals how foolish and reckless it is to influence the future by changing the past.
Although Mosala tried his best to control the sphere of influence within the uninhabited wild land of the North, he did not cause time chaos that affected the entire continent of Faerun, and even turned all of this into a part of established history.
But that doesn't mean the whole thing isn't serious enough.
Quite the opposite!
The more the Lizardman Queen wanted to prevent the kingdom she created from going to destruction, the greater the disturbance of time would be and the more terrifying the backlash would be.
The bone hourglass in Chromie's hand is the best proof.
It is like a poisonous fruit condensed from this inverted and erroneous timeline, which has the ability to disrupt time within a certain range.
Spells like Time Stop can have incredibly random effects during this time.
For example, the caster may instantly age a hundred years, or turn directly into a baby, or travel back to the past or future tens or hundreds of years ago, and so on.
In addition, prophecy magic will also obtain completely opposite wrong information due to this uncertain time confusion.
In short, the bone hourglass is like a stick inserted into time, and even the user cannot truly control it.
And every time it is used, some of the sand formed by the disintegration of Mosala's soul will disappear.
Once they are all used up, they will become a completely useless decoration.
"You mean... this lizard man has successfully tampered with time and history?"
Dumbledore's pupils suddenly dilated and his heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.
“Yes, she succeeded in changing history.
Even if it's just a tiny part.
Also, could you please give me that time crystal?
I must report these things and what has happened to my master immediately."
As he spoke, Chromie stretched out his right hand, staring straight at the crystal pillar in the principal's hand.
"Of course."
Dumbledore handed over the Time Crystal without a word.
He had tasted this thing before and knew that this kind of power was definitely not something he could control.
"Thank you!"
After getting the most important item of this trip, Chromie walked out of the temple without saying a word, transformed into a dragon, grabbed the heavy sundial, flapped his wings and flew outside.
Although many liches of the Arcane Mystic Society were very interested in the sundial and time crystal and originally planned to stay and study them carefully, they decisively chose to give up after realizing that this might be a direct order from Zuo Si.
With the end of Queen Mosala's life, this ancient city fell completely into the control of the empire.
General Taro commanded his troops to search every corner in cooperation with the liches. They captured as many as three to four thousand prisoners, and those killed were tens of thousands.
Deep underground in the city, they not only discovered where the Lizardmen were sleeping, but also, deeper down, they found the remains of the Saruk witches who had been brutally exterminated.
By testing the corpses and relics, it can be basically concluded that they are the remnants of the Istosefif Empire.
However, they migrated to Neverwinter and settled there after releasing water to flood the Phailin Magic Holly, causing a drastic change in the climate.
To put it simply, they are a group of refugees fleeing the Anauroch Desert, probably numbering only a few thousand people.
It is precisely because of this that they have to work hard to create lizardmen who can adapt to the local climate as servants to replace themselves.
After all, their glowing red eyes can directly instill awe and fear into the hearts of all scaleborn creatures.
In other words, it is complete "blood suppression", a genetic material engraved in the genes.
This is why after the Sarrukh declined and fell into slumber, scaly creatures such as snakemen and lizardmen began to rise and gain freedom.
As long as these creators wish, they can force scaly creatures to undergo morphological changes at any time, such as turning their arms into tentacles, turning their bodies into snakes or human bodies, growing a pair of huge wings on their backs, and so on.
All these changes can be completed in just a few minutes.
What's even more outrageous is that the Sarukh can adjust the basic attributes of the scaly race as needed, as long as it does not exceed the maximum limit of the race.
In other words, they can turn a skinny, stupid, useless lizard man into a top-notch super lizard man with strength of 20, physique of 20, agility of 18, perception of 18, intelligence of 16, and charm of 18.
It can also grant or remove an extraordinary, supernatural, or spell-like ability at will.
For the scaly people, the Saruki witch snake can basically be equated with the creator and god.
But unfortunately, they obviously did not expect that there would be an alien like Mosala among so many Lizardmen, which resulted in their own destruction.
While the liches of the Arcane Mystic Society were excavating, exploring and researching this ancient city as if it were a treasure, Zuo Si was meeting an important visitor on a hill more than 200 kilometers outside the port of Leicester.
It was not difficult to tell from the direction the latter was heading that his destination was none other than Neverwinter.
To be exact, he was suddenly caught while performing long-distance teleportation using teleportation magic.
"Hello, Alcindor, the legitimate successor of the Eastoseife Empire, the witness of the rise and fall of the Netheril civilization, and the Earth Prophet praised and respected by countless arcane spellcasters. If I'm not mistaken, you want to visit the Lizardman Queen Mosara, right?"
Zuo Si directly pointed out the other party's identity and the purpose of his visit.
"Yes, the great Prince of Hell, the Emperor of the West Coast Empire, the Planeswalker with extraordinary power, His Majesty Soth. I am indeed going to Neverwinter because a power that I am familiar with seems to be awakening."
The Earth Prophet Asindor placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, without any of the arrogance and conceit of the great arcanists of the Netheril era. He placed himself in a very low position from the very beginning.
Because he witnessed the entire process of the destruction of the Netherese civilization with his own eyes, he knew better than anyone the inconceivable gap between gods, quasi-divine powers, and mortals.
Especially the one in front of him, whose power is second only to Asmodeus, who represents the will of the plane, even in Baator.
Just recently, he defeated and beheaded the incarnation of the powerful god Gruumsh.
Although in terms of age and the time spent studying magic, Asindor can basically be regarded as a living fossil of the continent of Faerun, and people like the undead Ovo, the demigod Iolum, and the wizard king Lalok can only be regarded as juniors in front of him, they dare not show any disrespect to the young man in front of them.
Because the gap between the two sides' positions is there, even if he risks his life, he cannot change the final result.
Zuo Si looked at the witch-lich disguised as a human with great interest. After more than ten seconds, he smiled and responded, "If you are worried that the energy stone will cause an ecological disaster that will affect the entire continent of Faerun and even the planet Toril, you don't have to worry. I have already sent people to deal with it. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be over by now."
"You destroyed Mosara and her kingdom of lizardmen?"
Asindo suddenly raised his head with a shocked expression.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, my people have completely destroyed her and everything she owned. If I'm not mistaken, Mosala should be a member of the [Betis] secret organization, right?"
"You even know this?"
The expression on the Earth Prophet's face suddenly became more surprised.
Because [Betis] is an organization of Saruk witches that specializes in studying magic. Although its headquarters is located in Orem, the capital of the Easto-Sefif Empire, it is actually a cross-national and racial organization.
As long as they have enough magical talent and can contribute to the organization, even lizardmen and snakemen who are slaves can join.
The scrolls of Netheril are the most famous creations of the organization.
However, since it is a secret organization, most members basically hide their identities.
Except for like-minded friends, no one knows each other's appearance and race.
Especially since thirty-four to five thousand years have passed since the fall of the Istosefif Empire, no one should know these secrets except for a few survivors.
"Of course I know. Because apart from becoming a member of the Betis, it is impossible for Mosala to obtain so much magical knowledge and technology from the Saruk witch. Oh, I almost forgot to ask, you probably don't know that she is a time traveler, right?"
While saying this, Zuo Si's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a teasing and amusing expression.
"Time traveler? You mean..."
The Earth Prophet Asindo realized something in an instant and transformed directly from human form into the undead form of Saruk witch.
Because he had been dead for too long, his flesh and blood had already completely rotted away. He looked like a skeleton of a snake man, with only his upper body and head showing obvious characteristics of a viper.
“Yeah, that’s what I meant.
How do you think Mosala joined Betis?
Did she rely on her own magical talent and ability? No! She was originally just an insignificant slave. She relied on traveling back in time to bring back the magic and technology she had invented as a stepping stone to successfully deceive the person in charge at that time.
In this way, she would have access to all the most core secrets, including the scrolls of Netheril.
By going back to different time periods in the past to continuously study and research, Mosala successfully won the trust of everyone.
Eventually, she used this trust to hide some powerful weapons and artifacts in a secret place, then returned to the future to dig them out and led the Lizardmen in a rebellion, destroying the witches who had established a city near Neverwinter, and completely erasing all traces of the latter's existence.
Once everything was settled, she began trying to establish contact with Orem, the only surviving underground city in the Eastosefif Empire.
Since you were born almost ten thousand years after the destruction of the Istosefif Empire.
Therefore, the only information that can be obtained is that there is an ancient lizardman kingdom sleeping under the city of Neverwinter in the north, and its queen was one of the core members of the early Betis.
Little did they know that she was actually a rebellious slave and a murderer of thousands of Saruki witches."
Zuo Si directly stated all the conclusions he had drawn through observation and inference.
In fact, although he did not show up in person during this process, his eyes were always on it, and he saw everything that happened in the ancient city below the seal.
However, the situation has always been under control, so there is no choice but to intervene directly.
"Where's the evidence? What evidence do you have to prove that these words are true?"
There was a terrifying cold light flashing in the eye sockets of Asindo's skull, as if revealing the unrest in its owner's heart.
Zuo Si raised a finger and pointed upwards at the growing black spot in the sky: "Here, my evidence is here."
Soon, Chromie, who had transformed into a giant dragon, slowly descended with a grunt, placed the heavy sundial on the ground with great effort, and then placed the time crystal and bone hourglass beside it. Then he turned into a dwarf loli with twin ponytails, and stuck out his tongue out from exhaustion like a puppy.
There is no way. The sundial is simply too heavy. It is a solid piece of special stone with tens of thousands of runes and magic patterns densely engraved on it, and gems are inlaid in the necessary positions. The total weight is estimated to be several tons.
"This is?!!!"
As a member of the Betis organization, the Earth Prophet recognized the lost artifact almost at first sight, and immediately believed it about 70% in his heart.
After all, there are not many treasures that can transcend time and peek into the past and the future, and the sundial is one of them.
But this thing alone obviously cannot achieve time travel.
So he carefully picked up the time crystal again and immediately felt the power of time contained in it.
If the two are combined, time travel is not impossible.
What's more, Asindo also saw the bone hourglass.
Maybe other things can deceive people, but this thing formed by the twisted and disintegrated bones and souls of lizardmen is definitely the result of playing with time and backlash.
"How about it, do you believe it now?" Zuo Si asked directly.
Asindo nodded slightly: "Of course.
With so much evidence before my eyes, I had no reason to doubt it.
If you don't mind, could you allow me to go over and take a look?
I feel it is my duty to collect the remains of my fellow countrymen who have died and bring them back to Orem for burial."
"Of course." Zuo Si agreed very happily. "It just so happens that I also have some cooperation that I want to discuss with you and the Saruk witch behind you. When you are done, just come to me directly."
"cooperate?"
There was a hint of doubt in Asindo's tone.
Because he really couldn't understand what kind of cooperation could be carried out when his own race had almost withdrawn from the stage of history and even the number of living witches was pitifully small.
“Yes, cooperation.
I know that you and your people have been looking for a hot and humid place to rebuild your own country.
And I just happen to be able to provide such a piece of land.
But in exchange, you need to pay a small price..."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si raised his hand and pinched two fingers together to gesture slightly, as if the so-called price was really only a little.
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