A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

boom! ! ! !

With a loud bang, the fierce fire that had 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 just raised its arm and hit the ground, swallowing a dozen soldiers on the spot.

The latter's struggle and screams with bared teeth and claws before death instantly caused the other lizardmen who had gathered to flee.

Although some mages are trying to cast magic such as banishment to drive away this creature that they think may come from the elemental plane of fire.

But all efforts were in vain.

Because the essence of fierce fire is to swallow all energy and combustible substances and transform them into the form of flames. It does not belong to life with soul and self-awareness.

It does not even have any requirements on the environment for casting the spell, as long as there is a minimum amount of magical energy in the surrounding environment as a fuse. It is the simplest, cheapest, but extremely powerful high-level spell.

There are basically no obvious shortcomings except that it is not very easy to control and can only cause fire damage.

Under the control of Dumbledore, this growing group of fierce fire maintained the form of a giant, rushing towards the lizardmen in front of them who tried to block their progress with a destructive attitude.

His purpose has always been very clear, which is to pull out the time crystal to close the sundial and make the time barrier surrounding him disappear.

But the Lizardman Mage is not a vegetarian either.

After realizing that Lihuo is just a magical flame that can continuously devour and grow, he decisively began to summon giant water elements or open a passage to the water elemental plane, hoping to engulf it with a large amount of water.

The moment the two sides collided, a massive amount of water evaporated into boiling steam.

Some of the lizardmen were unable to dodge and accidentally inhaled the vapor. As a result, their noses, mouths and lungs were severely burned. The entire respiratory system collapsed rapidly, and they were eventually suffocated to death due to suffocation.

Just when the surroundings were completely white and it was impossible to see anything clearly, Dumbledore finally began to chant unfamiliar spells with the blessing of phantom sound. In just a few seconds, violent magic waves shot out from his fingertips. .

Then the white mist in the entire area was instantly stripped away by a powerful force, and all water elements and water summoned from the water element plane disappeared in an instant.

Disappearing with them was the water in the bodies of all the lizardmen within the range.

It looked as if they had been exposed to the sun for several months in the seasonal dry desert, leaving only lifeless mummies.

There is no doubt that this is the most frightening eight-ring necromantic magic - the Abidachi Death Technique.

Although as a group large-scale damaging spell, its killing effect is not very outstanding among many seven-ring and eight-ring arcane magics, but there is a very scary thing, that is, it has an almost BUG-like effect against water elements and plants. flash sale feature.

So when the withering spell took effect, all the water elements and moisture disappeared, and the lizard man mages also suffered heavy casualties.

After all, the immunity to fire damage they had previously blessed could not withstand this powerful necromantic magic.

To be precise, since the creator race of the Thunder Age mainly only had a macro-level and theoretical understanding of magic, even if the various artifacts and creations were more exaggerated than the last, in fact, when implemented at the level of personal spellcasting, it does not really matter. powerful.

Looking at the spell casting lists of arcanists in the Netheril era, and looking at the spell casting lists of Faerûnian mages today, it is easy to see the huge gap.

The latter can learn to master a much larger number of spells than the former.

In particular, key spells that can greatly improve the winning rate of spell duels, such as Great Disintegration, Wishing, Mage's Sword, Bigby's Big Hand Series, and Otiluk Elastic Shield, were almost non-existent in the Netherese era. .

Therefore, if two mages of the same level and similar level are allowed to duel, there is a high probability that a modern mage can defeat an arcanist from the Netheril era.

This was true even in the era of Netheril, not to mention the prehistoric creator civilization spellcasters.

Although they have a deeper understanding of the nature of the magic network and can jointly perform some terrifying magic that destroys the world, their personal combat effectiveness is really not very good, and the number and means of magic they master are far from comparable to that of modern mages.

Dumbledore took advantage of the opponent's poor adaptability, and with a set of punches, he immediately blinded these lizard man spellcasters.

He didn't give the other party any time to react. He just threw Li Huo into the temple. He rushed to the sundial, grabbed the time crystal inserted in it and pulled it out from the groove inside.

The next second...

An indescribable piercing sound began to echo in his ears, followed by a burst of dizziness.

It felt like my body and soul were torn into countless small parts, and then thrown into a timeline that lasted tens of thousands of years, traveling at a speed beyond mortal understanding, in just one second. After a full hundred years, huge amounts of information hit the memory area of ​​the brain like a tide.

Unable to understand!

Can't even think!

There is only constant passive acceptance!

After a while, even his self-awareness became blurred under the impact of this terrifying information, as if he had forgotten who he was and why he was here.

Just when Dumbledore's brain and even soul were about to reach the limit of endurance, 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 blink of an eye!

He shivered uncontrollably, and then recovered from that strange state. He subconsciously reached out and wiped his face, only to find that a large amount of sticky blood had flowed out of his eyes, nose, mouth and ears at some point.

You don't need to ask to know that the principal almost died under the impact of information that was far beyond his ability to bear.

You must know that for the human brain, storing information for hundreds of years is already the limit.

Even if some extremely advanced technological means are used as assistance, it can only be expanded to about two to three thousand years at most.

In this regard, Belisarius Caul, the universal wishing machine of Robert Guilliman, the famous oil man in the Warhammer universe and Imperial Regent, is the best example.

Having lived for tens of thousands of years, he has already transformed himself into something that he doesn't know exactly (his own brain + a copy of his own artificial intelligence + an absorbed soul with the ability to think or called personality data).

And he established cloned brains and memory backups in every corner of the galaxy to store the knowledge, technology and information he considered important.

But even so, many memories are 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., it is essentially "I am no longer a human being."

If you just use life-extending potions or frequently replace your body with a younger one, you will still experience memory loss after living for a certain number of years.

"Damn! I seem to have made a pretty stupid mistake, that is, I shouldn't touch such a dangerous thing easily."

Dumbledore hurriedly drank a bottle of healing potion and stared at the cylindrical time crystal in his hand, which was as long as a dagger, with an expression of lingering fear on his pale face.

Because if it hadn't been for that loud shout, he would definitely have died.

But just when the memory and thinking in the headmaster's mind were in chaos, a female lizard figure suddenly rushed out from the temple, raised her hand and cast an unknown spell, directly raising the figure to more than thirty meters. The tall giant fierce fire decomposed into brilliant sparks flying all over the sky, and then quickly dissipated in the air.

You don't need to ask to know that the person who can possess this level of magical power must be the queen of this group of lizard people-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 angrily: "You lowly descendant of slaves! How dare you touch the sacred objects belonging to the great creator race! go to hell!"

As the last word blurted out, a dazzling flame beam shot out from the energy stone above his head like a small sun and fell from the sky.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The area where Dumbledore was standing and the ground beneath his feet were instantly penetrated, and the ultra-high temperature melted the rock formations into a lava well of hundreds of meters.

Such terrifying power is comparable to nine rings or even legendary magic.

Although the scope of the impact is not large, the lethality is extremely shocking.

Obviously, the energy stone itself, which 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.

Thanks to Dumbledore's quick reaction, he instantly activated the acceleration spell, rolled and crawled out of the edge of the pillar of fire, and also activated several 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 when he was racking his brains to find a countermeasure, biting frost suddenly appeared out of thin air 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 caught by the naked eye, causing huge damage to the other lizardmen around them.

The most important thing is that, as scaly reptiles, lizardmen are most afraid of cold, and may even fall into hibernation due to too low ambient temperatures.

As a result, many lizard warriors, mages, and assassins were slow to react.

But the Queen was the only one who was not affected at all. She immediately turned her head and stared at the lichs of the arcane magic society who were teleported from a distance one after another.

In less than ten seconds, more than fifty legendary lichs surrounded her, with a creepy red light flashing in their eyes.

That attitude was not looking at a powerful enemy at all, but rather as a precious and interesting research object.

This undoubtedly made Mosala feel offended and insulted, and her two pale yellow eyes revealed anger and ferocity.

In her opinion, the descendants of these former slaves should kneel down to obey and pray for mercy, instead of trying to resist the enslavement of their masters.

"Interesting, this lizard is actually completely immune to my Frost Nova, and even the ultra-low temperature in the environment has no effect on it. Has she become a divine creature or a god-like power?"

A lich showed a very surprised expression.

Because he used prophecy magic to detect the moment he arrived, confirming that Mosala was a living creature, not a dead undead or transformed into other forms.

This also means that, in theory, the lizard man's weakness of being afraid of the cold should be retained.

But the result was just the opposite.

If you include the previous burns that were ignored by Li Huo, Mosala is clearly immune to two types of energy damage, namely fire and cold.

"No, probably not yet, but there must be some kind of 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."

"Agree! Now that there is no obstruction from the time barrier, we can seize control of the energy stone first."

After saying that, Tyrantir took the lead in entering the spell-casting concentration state and projected his mental power onto the energy stone.

A dozen other legendary lichs followed closely and took action.

"No!!!!!"

Realizing what these enemies wanted to do, Mosala's first reaction was to kill these lichs 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 lich's mental power has entered the energy stone, which has greatly interfered with their control ability.

Not to mention lowering the pillar of fire like just now, it is impossible to continue to release energy to warm the environment in the North.

What's even worse is that there are more legendary lichs staring around, and whenever she wants to cast any spell, she will be immediately counterattacked.

After several repeated attempts, the furious queen finally pulled out the scepter hanging from her waist, swung it and hit the nearest lich hard.

boom!

Click!

The moment the hardest part of the front end of the scepter collided with the Lich's head, it was like hitting the hard ice. Although a small crater was made, it did not result in the desired headshot.

On the contrary, with the impact point as the center, dense cracks like spider webs were formed around it, as if the surface of the body was covered with a layer of hard ice.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the upgraded version of the ice armor technique most commonly used by Azeroth's mages to protect against physical attacks - ice armor.

Its effect is equivalent to letting the Lich wear a solid full-body plate armor. Ordinary physical attacks have little effect, and it can be repaired and replenished at any time as long as it consumes mana.

Unless it can cause tons of damage in a short period of time, it is unlikely that physical means can kill the lich.

"Haha, you seem to have made a wrong choice."

The Lich who was hit by the scepter grinned with a sarcastic smile, then raised his hand and grabbed the Lizard Queen's arm to release 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 hurriedly took the opportunity to break away and retreated, her eyes full of vigilance and fear.

At this moment, she finally realized that the unlucky man who was killed and sacrificed by her did not lie.

Even if these enemies lose their ability to cast spells, they are still quite formidable opponents. The frost armor on their bodies is definitely hard enough to withstand most low-level magic weapons.

Even the +4 domination scepter in his hand could only cause a slight scratch.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Mosala is not a warrior and does not have high strength attributes.

"Did I read that correctly? She is actually immune to the negative energy spells of the necromantic system! Could it be that this guy is immune to all magical and physical attacks like the previous golems?"

Habaser's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Because if this is the case, even if the other party is not a divine creature or has quasi-divine power, it will still be the same.

"She achieved all this through some kind of magical ritual. All the secrets are hidden inside that temple. Rush in and kill all the lizard people inside, and this effect will naturally disappear."

At the critical moment, the soul-eating monster Ymir appears and reveals the queen's background.

"What? There is also this magical ritual!"

"What are you waiting for! Capture them alive! This magic ritual must not be lost!"

"That's right! Be gentle whenever you strike."

…

As soon as they heard that there was such a good thing, the lichs of the Arcane Society were immediately elated. They all said that even if they died once, they would never harm the lizard people who mastered this knowledge, at least until they dug out the information in their brains. The knowledge was like this before, and then they rushed towards 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 in a panic, and did not bother to fight for control of the energy stone. He retreated directly to block the entrance to the temple, and at the same time summoned his men to resist the impact of these lichs.

But unfortunately it was all in vain.

In front of dozens of legendary lichs, most lizardman warriors and spellcasters had little ability to resist, and were often swept away by multiple large-scale destructive spells and fell in pieces.

Especially the ultra-low temperature created by frost magic has reduced their thinking and reactions by several levels, and they are not immune to all kinds of energy damage like their queen.

In addition, the subsequent Iron Raptor Dragoons and Imperial Guards also arrived one after another. The lizardmen who came to support from other places in the city were blocked from the outside of the temple. After only holding on for a few minutes, they were completely lost.

The lichs even unleashed the Big Hand series of magics one after another, pinning Mosala to the ground unable to move.

Although it cannot cause any harm to it, it can effectively restrict its movement.

Dumbledore also followed the large army into the temple, and at a glance he saw a row of lizardmen kneeling in front of a huge statue and chanting unfamiliar spells.

The aura of arcane magic shone above everyone's head.

When these auras merge with the white light above the statue, a "line" is created that connects the Queen.

It is through this line that all spells and physical attacks against Mosala are absorbed by the statue.

In other words, it is not that she is immune to physical attacks and magic damage, but that she has transferred them to another place.

It's just that 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 magic and physical damage.

"Damage transfer? A metal material that can withstand almost all physical damage and magic damage? Hahahaha! Our trip is really not in vain."

Habaser couldn't help but laugh wildly.

He is very aware of the amazing potential and huge value these two things have.

Not to mention anything else, you can get a lot of good things you want just by trading them with Jinji Tasha.

With the help of charm, mind control, memory reading and other means, the lichs quickly obtained all the knowledge and technology about this ancient lizard people civilization, and then did not hesitate to kill all these people who had already been integrated with the magic ritual. The poor thing.

When the last lizard man died, Mosala, lying on the ground unable to move, let out a painful cry.

"Ah ah ah ah 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 she had pressed suddenly began to accelerate.

And it is not only the body that ages, but also the soul hidden in the body.

The whole process lasted for about five minutes, and in the end her dry body was compressed into a bone hourglass, and the silvery gravel inside was the remnant left after the soul collapsed.

Looking at this incredible scene, Dumbledore asked in an uncertain tone: "What just happened?"

Chromie explained in a meaningful tone: "It's nothing, it's just been backlashed by the power of time. Don't you think that a mortal like her will travel through time at will, distort history, and reverse cause and effect without paying any price?" "

"Distorting history? Reverse cause and effect?"

Tyrantir keenly grasped two key words.

"Yes.

What Mosala did was not just steal the title of Saluk Wuhu and the achievements of civilization.

Instead, they used the power of time crystals and sundials to go back in time, steal knowledge and technology, and then teach it to the lizard people who were slaves at the time in a secret society.

Then she returned to the era in which she lived and used these secret societies to launch a rebellion and wrest control of the city from the declining Saluk witches.

Since then, all the history of Saluk witches in the entire Northland has been completely erased, leaving only Mosala and the ancient lizard people she led.

So all the legends and relics about the creator race in the North actually refer to them.

In order to obtain eternal life, Mosala also tightly bound herself to tens of thousands of years through magical rituals.

When this magical ritual was destroyed and completely interrupted, she naturally had to accept the corresponding backlash to pay the price for her arrogance. "

While speaking, Chromie bent down and picked up the terrifying skeletal hourglass that fell on 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 change the past to influence the future.

Although Mosala tried his best to control the scope of influence in the uninhabited and wild land of Northland, it did not cause time chaos that affected the entire Faerûn continent, and even turned it all into a part of the established history.

But that doesn't mean the whole thing isn't serious enough.

Quite the opposite!

The more this Lizard Queen wants to prevent the kingdom she created from perishing, the greater the disturbance to time will be and the more terrifying the backlash will be.

The bone hourglass currently held in Chromie's hand is the best proof.

It is like a poisonous fruit condensed from this inverted and wrong timeline, and it has the effect of disrupting time within a certain range.

Spells like Time Stop will have incredibly random effects during this time.

For example, the caster can instantly age a hundred years, become a baby directly, travel to the past or future dozens to hundreds of years ago, etc.

In addition, prophecy magic will also obtain completely opposite wrong information due to this uncertain time chaos.

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, part of the gravel inside formed by the disintegration of Mosala's soul will disappear.

Once it's all used up, it will become a useless decoration.

"You mean...this lizard man successfully tampered with time and history?"

Dumbledore's pupils suddenly dilated, and his heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.

"Yes, she changed history.

Even if it's just a small part.

Also, could you please give me the time crystal?

I must report these things and what happened to the owner immediately. "

As he spoke, Chromie stretched out his right hand and stared directly at the crystal pillar in the principal's hand.

"No problem at all."

Dumbledore handed over the time crystal without saying a word.

He had tasted the taste of this thing and understood that this kind of power was definitely not something he could control.

"Thank you!"

After getting the most important item of the trip, Chromie walked out of the temple and transformed into a dragon form without saying a word. He grabbed the heavy sundial and flapped his wings to fly outside.

Although many lichs from the Arcane Society were very interested in sundials and time crystals, and originally planned to stay and study them, they decided 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 completely fell under the control of the empire.

General Taylor commanded the troops and cooperated with the lichs to search every corner. They captured three to four thousand prisoners alone, and tens of thousands were killed.

Deep underground in the city, they not only discovered the place where the lizard men slept, but also found the remains of the Saruk witch python that had been brutally exterminated deeper.

By examining the corpses and relics, it can be basically concluded that they are the remnants of the Isto-Sefifer Empire.

However, they migrated to the Neverwinter City area after flooding the Phayling Demon Kwai and causing drastic climate changes.

To put it bluntly, they are a group of refugees fleeing the Eno Oak Desert, perhaps only a few thousand in number.

It is precisely because of this that he can only desperately create lizardmen who can adapt to the local climate as servants to work on his behalf.

After all, their shining red eyes can directly inject awe and fear into the hearts of all scaled beings.

In other words, it is a complete "bloodline suppression", which is a kind of genetic material engraved in the genes.

This is why it was only after the decline and fall of the Saluk witch-cat that scaly creatures such as snakemen and lizardmen began to rise and gain freedom.

As long as these creators are willing, they can force scaly creatures to undergo morphological changes at any time, such as turning their arms into tentacles, turning their bodies into snake or human bodies, growing a pair of huge wings from their backs, etc. .

All these changes can be completed in just a few minutes.

What's even more outrageous is that the Saluk Witch can adjust the basic attributes of the scaly race as needed, as long as the maximum limit of the race is not exceeded.

In other words, they can turn a small and stupid useless lizardman into a top-notch super lizardman with 20 strength, 20 constitution, 18 agility, 18 perception, 16 intelligence and 18 charisma.

At the same time, you can grant or remove a special ability, supernatural ability, or spell-like ability at will.

For the scaly people, the Saluk witch can basically be equated with the creator and gods.

But it is a pity that they obviously did not expect that Mosala would be an alien among so many lizard people, which resulted in their own destruction.

Just as the lichs of the Arcane Society were digging, exploring and studying this ancient city as if they had found a treasure, Zuo Si was meeting an important person on a hill more than 200 kilometers away from Leicester Port. visitors.

It is not difficult to see from the direction of the latter that his destination is none other than Neverwinter City.

To be precise, he was suddenly caught in the process of using teleportation magic to teleport over long distances.

"Hello, the orthodox successor of the Istosefifer Empire, the witness to the rise and destruction of Netheril civilization, the earth prophet Asindor who is praised and respected by countless arcane spellcasters. If I am not wrong, If so, you probably want to visit the Lizardmen Queen Mosala, right?"

Zuo Si bluntly named the other party's identity and intention of the trip.

"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 City, because there is some kind of power that I am familiar with that seems to be awakening."

The Earth Prophet Arthindor put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply. There was no trace of the arrogance and conceit of the great arcanists of the Netheril era. He placed his status very low from the beginning.

Because he had witnessed the entire process of the destruction of Netheril civilization with his own eyes, he knew better than anyone else the gulf-like gap between gods, divine powers, and mortals.

Especially the one in front of me, even in Baator Hell, his power is second only to Asmodeus who represents the will of the plane.

Not long ago, he exploded a hammer and beheaded the incarnation of the powerful god Gruumsh.

Although in terms of age and time spent studying magic, Arcindor can basically be regarded as a living fossil in Faerûn. The undead Ovo, the demigod Iolum, and the wizard king Larok can only be regarded as juniors in front of him. But he didn't dare to show any disrespect to the young man in front of him.

Because the gap between the two sides' positions is there, he can't change the final result even if he fights for his life.

Zuo Si looked at the witch lich disguised as a human with great interest. It took more than ten seconds before he responded with a smile: "If you are worried that that energy stone will cause trouble that will affect the entire Faerun continent and even Torri." There is no need to worry about the ecological disaster on your planet. Because I have already sent people to deal with it, and if nothing else happens, it should be over by now."

"You destroyed Mosala and her lizardfolk kingdom?"

Asindo suddenly raised his head and showed a very shocked expression.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, my people have completely destroyed her and everything she owned. If I guessed correctly, Mosala should be a member of the [Betis] secret organization, right?"

"You even know this?"

The expression on Earth Prophet's face suddenly became more surprised.

Because [Betis] is an organization that specializes in the study of magic. Although it is headquartered in Orem, the capital of the Istosefif Empire, it is actually an organization that spans countries and races. .

As long as they have enough magical talent and can contribute to the organization, even slaves lizardmen and snakemen can join it.

The Netherese Scrolls are the organization's most famous creation.

However, since it is a secret organization, most members basically hide their identities.

Except for like-minded friends, no one knows the other's appearance or race.

Especially after thirty-four to five thousand years passed after the demise of the Istosefif Empire, no one knew these secrets except for a few survivors of that time.

"Of course I know. Because apart from becoming a member of [Betis], it is impossible for Mosala to obtain so much magical knowledge and technology from the Saluk Witch. Oh, I almost forgot to ask, you probably don't know yet Is she a time traveler?"

When saying these words, Zuo Si's mouth corners slightly raised, showing a playful and playful expression.

"Time traveler? You mean..."

The Earth Prophet Asindo instantly realized something and transformed directly from the human form into the immortal form of the Saluk Witch.

Because he had been dead for so long, his flesh and blood had completely rotted away, and he looked like a snake-man skeleton. Only his upper body and head showed obvious characteristics of a witch.

“Well, yes, that’s what I meant.

How do you think Mosala joined [Betis]?

By her own magical gifts and talents?

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, and successfully deceived the person in charge at the time.

In this way, she would have access to all the most important secrets, including the scrolls of Netherese.

By going back to different time periods in the past and continuing to study and research, Mosala managed to win everyone's trust.

In the end, she used this trust to hide some powerful weapons and artifacts in a secret place, and then returned to the future to dig them out and lead the lizard people to launch a rebellion, eliminate the witches who established the city in the Neverwinter area, and completely wipe out the city. except all traces of the latter's existence.

After everything settled, she began to try to establish contact with Orem, the only surviving underground city in the Istosefifer Empire.

Because you were born almost 10,000 years after the destruction of the Istosefifer Empire.

Therefore, the only information that can be obtained is that there is an ancient kingdom of lizardmen sleeping under the city of Neverwinter in the North, and its queen was one of the core members of [Betis] in the early years.

Little did they know, she was actually a rebellious slave, a murderer who killed thousands of Saluk witches. "

Zuo Si straightforwardly stated all the conclusions he had drawn through observation and inference.

In fact, although he did not appear in person during this process, his eyes never left, and he watched everything that happened in the ancient city under the seal.

It's just that the situation has always been under control, so I didn't choose to intervene directly.

"Where's the evidence? What evidence do you have that these words are true?"

A frightening cold light flashed in the eye sockets of the Asindo skull, which seemed to reveal the unrest in the owner's heart.

Zuo Si raised a finger and pointed upward at the growing black spot in the sky: "Here, here is my evidence."

Soon, Chromie, who transformed into the form of a giant dragon, slowly descended. He placed the heavy sundial on the ground in a very strenuous manner, and then placed the time crystal and bone hourglass next to it. , and then turned into the appearance of a twin-tailed dwarf lolita, sticking out her tongue from exhaustion like a puppy.

There's no way, the sundial is really too heavy. It's just a solid special stone with tens of thousands of runes and magic lines densely carved on it, and gems are inlaid in the required positions. The total weight is estimated to be several dozen. Ton weight.

"This is?!!!"

As a member of the [Betis] organization, the Earth Prophet recognized this lost artifact almost at a glance, and he immediately believed it in his heart.

After all, there are not many treasures that can peer into the past and future across time, and the sundial is just one of them.

But this thing alone obviously cannot achieve time travel.

So he carefully picked up the time crystal and immediately felt the power of time contained in it.

If the two were combined, time travel wouldn't be impossible.

What's more, Asindo also saw the bone hourglass of time.

Maybe other things can deceive people, but this thing formed by the twisting and disintegration of lizardman bones and souls is definitely the result of playing with the backlash of time.

"How, do you believe it now?" Zuo Si asked directly.

Axinduo nodded slightly: "Of course.

With so much evidence in front of me, I have no reason to doubt it.

If you don't mind, could you allow me to go over and take a look?

I felt it my duty to collect the remains of my fallen compatriots and bring them back to Orem for burial. "

"Of course." Zuo Si agreed happily. "It just so happens that I also have some cooperation and want to talk to you and the Saluk Wuhu behind you. Come to me directly after you are done."

"cooperate?"

There was a hint of doubt in Asindo's tone.

Because he really couldn't imagine that his own race had almost withdrawn from the stage of history, and even the number of living witches was pitifully small, so how could they cooperate.

"Yes, cooperation.

I know that you and your people have been seeking a hot and humid place to reestablish your own kingdom.

And I can provide just such a piece of land.

But in exchange, you need to pay a small price..."

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si raised his hand and pinched two fingers together to make a slight gesture, as if the so-called price was really only a little.