Mo Lin looked at the coffins that seemed to be endless and looming under the clouds, and a look of surprise and doubt appeared on his face.

In this seemingly extraordinary space, there are actually numerous coffins.

"Chip, detect, search data, start scanning!"

Mo Lin's heart moved slightly, and he gave such an instruction to the chip.

Listening to the sound coming from the chip in his mind, Morin calmed down. He walked forward and began to touch the coffins.

No one else knew what Morin was thinking deep down at this moment.

What are these coffins, these densely packed coffins, hidden deep in the clouds? Who is buried there? Subconsciously, Morin looked at a coffin next to him. He waved his hand, and dark red flame energy particles surged, forming a huge palm print, which instantly moved forward and grabbed the coffin fiercely.

Buzz.

When the palm print was about to fall on the coffin, suddenly, a low tremor was heard. In front of the huge coffin, countless dense golden chains appeared at some point. The golden chains wrapped around and bound the huge coffin tightly. At the same time, the elemental palm print that Morin had grabbed was shattered into pieces.

Then, those thick golden chains slowly disappeared and vanished.

"Um?"

Morin frowned when he saw this scene.

He became a little interested and his lips moved slightly. At the same time, his hands kept turning and he made strange spell-casting gestures. Large groups of energy particles were attracted and swirled, and were about to rush towards the huge coffin in front.

Morin is now at the peak of the second stage of level three and is about to become a third stage existence. If he really takes action, the witchcraft he casts will be extremely powerful and will definitely not be weak.

As if sensing the witchcraft that Morin was about to cast, bursts of sound suddenly came from the front.

Buzz buzz buzz.

The low trembling sound kept echoing, and it seemed indescribably strange.

Countless tremors continued to sound, and other coffins also began to tremble continuously. At the same time, golden chains were tied to each coffin, tightly tied together, appearing straight and upright, revealing an indescribable chill and coldness.

A faint glow emanated from the ground as mysterious runes intertwined and shone, forming a huge rune formation that spread across the entire world.

In an instant, countless white clouds, countless coffins, countless golden chains, and a huge golden talisman array appeared in front of Morin.

Morin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he showed no intention of stopping. He wanted to continue attacking the golden chains in front of him.

"Stop, stop, stop quickly, oh, don't cast any spells, don't cast any spells." A hurried voice suddenly came from the huge castle floating in the sky ahead. Two figures stumbled and flipped in the air, but they didn't look embarrassed at all. They rushed towards Morin in a hurry.

Looking closely, they were two old people, a man and a woman. They had strange hair accessories on their heads and long buns hanging down. Their bodies were very short, only reaching Morin's knees. They wore loose robes, which made them look indescribably strange.

In their hands, they each held a thin cane.

At this time, the two strange-looking old men hurriedly ran to Morin, with panic-stricken looks on their faces, looking very scared.

"Stop... stop, please... stop it quickly." The old man, Dadaf, spoke with a very strange expression on his face, a little scared and a little restrained.

"Who are you?"

Maureen raised an eyebrow.

He did not stop the movement of his hands at all, and continued to make witchcraft gestures. Behind him, the Minae Totem emerged, suddenly rising and glowing, with silver lines flowing in it, as if Morin would take action the next moment and use the mysterious power of the Minae Totem.

"You, you, you..." Dadaf was completely frightened when he saw this scene. He stammered and wanted to say something, but when he saw Morin and felt the Minai totem behind Morin, he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Ancient wizard, young ancient wizard, I am Dadaf, the one who is in charge of the ancient wizard heritage. You must respect me, otherwise, you..."

Dadav finally managed to calm himself down and spoke a few words haltingly.

Bang! But before Dadaf could finish his words, Gegra, who was standing next to him, stretched out the small cane in his hand and hit Dadaf on the head with a bang.

"Old man!" Gegra glared at Dadaf fiercely. She turned around, her wide robe fluttering in the wind, and she turned over gently, then bowed slightly to Morin and said, "Respected ancient wizard, master, young master, welcome back."

"I am Gegra, and this old man is my husband, Dadav."

As Gegra said this, he pulled Dadaf along and bowed to Morin.

"Old woman, you..." Dadaf was surprised and wanted to say something.

Bang! Gegra still looked at Morin without any other movement, but her little cane stretched out from somewhere and hit Dadaf on the head again with a bang.

Dadav covered his head with his hands, looking aggrieved.

"You call me Master?" Morin became interested. There was a hint of interest in his eyes, and he asked softly.

"Yes, Master. You are an ancient wizard. Then, you are our master."

Gegra said, laughing all the time.

"This is the world of ancient wizards. Everything is respected by the ancient wizards. Now that you are here, naturally, you are our master." Gegra explained.

Morin thought of the call he felt when he left the flame energy space just now, and he suddenly understood.

I see.

No wonder this is happening.

"Dadaf, you just..." Morin looked at Dadaf with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"Master, I, I... I just want to pretend to be the guardian of the ancient wizard. After all, we don't know what kind of person you are."

Seeing this, Dadaf shuddered. He glanced at Gegra who was smiling apologetically beside him, and the look of grievance on his face became even more intense.

This was not his concern at the beginning, okay? If Gegra wasn't his old wife...

never mind……

After all, being afraid of your wife is not a glorious thing.

Dadav was too exhausted to complain at this moment.

However, they only knew that this idea was wrong. When Morin arrived and unfolded the Minai Totem, they knew that disguise was actually useless.

Everything here belongs to the ancient wizards, is for the ancient wizards, and is the world of ancient wizards.

Morin smiled and did not comment on what Dadav said.

"By the way, you said I was your master. You believed me as soon as I appeared. Then, what about the other ancient wizards?" Morin thought of something. He looked straight at Dadaf and Gegra in front of him and said, "Do they think so too? And where did they go?"

When Dadav and Gegra heard this, they were unusually silent.

"Dead, all dead."

Gegra sighed, his voice sounding indescribably sad, and said, "All the people are dead."

"After the final resistance, all the ancient wizards were killed."

"Master, Molin, little Molin, here, in each of the coffins here, there is a powerful ancient wizard buried."

Gegela, leaning on his small cane, looked at the coffins that were looming in the clouds and seemed endless, and sighed.

"Old woman." Dadaf walked forward and gently ruffled Gegra's hair. He turned around and looked at Morin. His expression became unusually serious and earnest. He said, "Little Morin, now, you are not only our master, but also the last ancient wizard in the world."

"The last of the ancient wizards."