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 withstand 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 they 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 suddenly began 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?"
克罗米用意味深长的语气解释道：“没什么，不过是被时间的力量反噬了而已。你该不会以为像她这样的凡人随意穿梭时间、扭曲历史、颠倒因果会不付出任何代价吧？”
“扭曲历史？颠倒因果？”
泰兰提尔敏锐抓住了两个关键词。
“是的。
摩萨拉所做的并不仅仅只是窃取了撒鲁克巫虺的称号和文明成果。
而是借助时间水晶和日晷的力量回到过去窃取知识和技术、再以秘密结社的方式传授给当时还是奴隶的蜥蜴人。
然后返回她所生活的那个时代利用这些隐秘的结社发动叛乱，从已经衰落的撒鲁克巫虺手中夺去了城市的控制权。
从那之后整个北地范围内所有关于撒鲁克巫虺的历史就被完全抹除掉，只留下摩萨拉和她所率领的远古蜥蜴人。
所以北地所有关于创造者种族的传说和遗迹实际上指的都是他们。
为了获得永恒不朽的生命，摩萨拉还通过魔法仪式将自己与长达数万年的时间紧密绑定在一起。
当这个魔法仪式遭到破坏彻底中断之后，她自然也要接受相应的反噬为自己的狂妄付出代价。”
说话的功夫，克罗米弯下腰捡起了掉落在地上的恐怖骸骨沙漏，语气中带着一丝嘲弄。
作为一条艾泽拉斯的青铜龙，她无疑比大多数凡人都更清楚这种通过改变过去来影响未来的行为有多么愚蠢和鲁莽。
虽然摩萨拉尽力把影响范围控制在北地这片无人问津的蛮荒之地，没有引发波及整个费伦大陆的时间混乱，甚至把这一切变成了既定历史的一部分。
但这并不意味着整件事情不够严重。
恰恰相反！
这位蜥蜴人女王越是想要避免自己所创造的国度走向灭亡，对于时间的扰动就越大、所产生的反噬效果也越恐怖。
眼下克罗米手中所拿着的骨质沙漏就是最好的证明。
它就像是这段颠倒错误时间线所凝结出的剧毒果实，拥有可以在一定范围内实现搅乱时间的作用。
在此期间像时间停止这样的法术会产生不可思议的随机效果。
比如说施法者瞬间苍老一百岁、直接变成婴儿状态、自身穿越到几十到几百年前的过去或未来等等。
除此之外预言系魔法也会因为这种不确定的时间混乱而获得截然相反的错误信息。
总之，骨质沙漏就像是一根插入时间的搅屎棍，就连使用者都无法真正的掌控它。
而且每一次使用，里边由摩萨拉灵魂崩解而形成的砂砾都会消失一部分。
等全部用光之后就会彻底变成一件没有任何用处的装饰品。
“你的意思是……这个蜥蜴人成功篡改了时间和历史？”
邓布利多瞳孔骤然放大，心跳也不受控制的开始加速。
“是的，她成功改变了历史。
尽管只是一点微不足道的部分。
另外，能麻烦你把那根时间水晶交给我吗？
我必须立刻把这些东西和发生的事情报告给主人。”
说着，克罗米伸出了自己的右手，两眼直勾勾盯着校长大人手中的水晶柱。
“当然没问题。”
邓布利多二话不说便把时间水晶递了过去。
他品尝过这玩意的滋味，明白这种力量绝不是自己能够操控的。
“多谢！”
拿到此行最重要的物品，克罗米二话不说便走出神殿化身成为巨龙形态，一把抓起沉重的日晷扇动翅膀朝外面飞去。
虽然很多奥法秘术会的巫妖都对日晷和时间水晶充满了兴趣，原本是打算留下来好好研究一番，但在意识到这可能是来自左思的直接命令后果断选择放弃。
随着摩萨拉女王生命的终结，这座古老城市便彻底落入了帝国的掌控。
泰罗将军指挥部队协同巫妖们搜查了每一个角落，光是俘虏就抓了足足三四千之多，那些被杀死的更是数以万计。
在城市的地下深处，他们不仅发现了蜥蜴人沉睡的地方，而且还在更深处找到了惨遭灭族的撒鲁克巫虺遗骸。
通过对尸体和遗物进行检测，基本可以断定他们就是伊斯托赛菲弗帝国的遗民。
不过他们是在放水淹没费林魔葵导致气候急剧变化才迁徙到无冬城一带定居的。
说白了就是一群逃离埃诺奥克沙漠的难民，数量可能仅有几千人。
也正因为如此，才只能拼命制造能够适应当地气候的蜥蜴人作为仆从去代替自己工作。
毕竟他们那双闪耀着红光的眼睛能够直接将敬畏与恐惧注入所有鳞裔生命的心中。
换句话说就是完完全全的“血脉压制”，是一种铭刻在基因中的遗传物质。
这也是为什么在撒鲁克巫虺衰落和陷入沉睡后，蛇人、蜥蜴人等有鳞生物才开始崛起并获得自由。
只要这些创造者们愿意，随时都可以强行让有鳞生物产生形态上的异变，比如说把胳膊变成触手、把身体变成蛇躯或人躯、背后长出一对巨大的翅膀等等。
而这一切变化只需要几分钟就能完成。
更离谱的是，撒鲁克巫虺可以根据需要调整有鳞族裔的基本属性，只要没有超过该种族的最高上限。
换句话说，他们能把一个原本瘦小愚笨的废柴蜥蜴人变成力量二十、体质二十、敏捷十八、感知十八、智力十六、魅力十八的顶配超级蜥蜴人。
同时还能随心所欲的赋予或移除一项特异能力、超自然能力或类法术能力。
对于有鳞族裔而言，撒鲁克巫虺基本可以跟造物主和神明画上等号。
但是很可惜，他们显然没有预料到在如此多的蜥蜴人中会生摩萨拉这个异类，结果导致了自身的灭亡。
就在奥法秘术会的巫妖们如获至宝对这座古老城市进行挖掘、探索和研究的时候，左思正距离莱斯特港外两百多公里的一处丘陵上会见一名重要的访客。
从后者前往的方向不难看出，他此行的目的地不是别的地方，正是无冬城。
确切地说，他是在实在传送魔法进行远距离传送的过程中突然被抓出来的。
“你好，伊斯托赛菲弗帝国的正统继承者，耐瑟瑞尔文明兴起和毁灭的见证人，被无数奥术施法者所传颂与尊敬的大地先知阿辛多。如果我没猜错的话，你应该是想要去拜访蜥蜴人女王摩萨拉，没错吧？”
左思直截了当点名了对方的身份和此行的意图。
“是的，伟大的地狱亲王，西海岸帝国的皇帝、掌握非凡力量的旅法师，索斯陛下。我的确是要前往无冬城，因为有某种我熟悉的力量似乎正在苏醒。”
大地先知阿辛多单手抚胸深深地鞠了一躬，丝毫没有半点耐瑟瑞尔时代大奥术师身上的那种傲慢与自负，从一开始就把自己的地位摆得非常低。
因为亲眼目睹了耐瑟瑞尔文明毁灭全过程的他，比任何人都清楚神明、类神力与凡人之间天堑般的差距。
尤其是眼前这位，即便在巴托地狱中力量也仅次于代表位面意志的阿斯摩蒂尔斯。
就在前不久还爆锤并斩首了强大神力格乌什的化身。
虽然在年龄和研究魔法的时间方面，阿辛多基本可以算是费伦大陆的活化石，像不死者奥沃、半神伊奥勒姆、巫师之王拉洛克在其面前都只能算是个小字辈，但却丝毫不敢对眼前这个年轻人有任何不敬。
因为双方的立场差距就摆在那里，他就算拼上老命也不能改变最终的结果。
左思饶有兴致打量着这个伪装成人类模样的巫虺巫妖，足足过了十几秒钟才笑着回应道：“如果你在担心那块能量石会引发波及整个费伦大陆乃至托瑞尔星球的生态灾难，大可以不必担心。因为我已经派人去处理了，不出意外的话这会儿应该结束了。”
“您摧毁了摩萨拉和她的蜥蜴人王国？”
阿辛多猛地抬起头露出十分震惊的表情。
左思微微点了下头：“是的，我的人已经彻底摧毁了她和她拥有的一切。如果我没猜错的话，摩萨拉应该是【贝提斯】秘密组织中的一员吧？”
“您连这个都知道？”
大地先知脸上的表情顿时变得更加吃惊。
因为【贝提斯】就是撒鲁克巫虺专门研究魔法的组织，它虽然总部设在伊斯托赛菲弗帝国的首都——奥莱姆，可实际上却是一个跨国家和种族的机构。
只要有足够的魔法才能并能为组织做出贡献，哪怕是作为奴仆的蜥蜴人、蛇人也都可以加入其中。
耐瑟瑞尔卷轴就是该组织最著名的造物。
不过由于是秘密组织，因此绝大部分成员基本上都会隐藏自己的身份。
除了志同道合的好友之外，彼此之间谁都不知道对方的相貌和种族。
尤其在伊斯托赛菲弗帝国灭亡之后过了三万四五千年，除了极个别当年的幸存者之外已经没有人知道这些秘密了才对。
"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.