Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The barrier around the ruins was lifted, and Lynn stepped inside.

The stairs led downwards, and it was pitch black inside, but it was as bright as day to Lynn's superhuman senses.

Lynn slowed his pace, scanning the surrounding rock walls and the steps beneath his feet with [Analysis] as he walked.

There were no traps, no hidden runes.

The builders of this ruin seemed confident enough in the three restrictions at the entrance, as they did not set up any additional defenses inside.

He walked for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and finally reached the end of the steps.

Before us is a circular stone chamber, about twenty meters in diameter.

The top of the stone chamber is five meters above the ground, and a huge crystal is embedded in the center, which should be used for lighting, but the energy has long been exhausted.

Lynn's gaze immediately fell on the center of the stone chamber, ready to check the harvest.

There were three skeletons lying there.

The two bodies were humanoid, wearing robes that had long since decayed into fragments, with bones scattered all over the ground.

Judging from the posture of the skeletons, one is lying on its back, and the other is curled up next to it.

The third specimen was enormous, the remains of a thunderbird with a wingspan exceeding fifteen meters. Its bones were bluish-gray, and its surface bore faint thunder patterns.

Lynn did not go in immediately.

Who knows if this is a premeditated trap?

He stood at the doorway, [Analysis] operating at full capacity, with one hundred workstations simultaneously analyzing every inch of space, every stone slab, and every possible energy fluctuation within the stone chamber.

Ten breaths later, the results came out.

There were no traps, no hidden runes, and no residual energy.

Only then did he step inside.

He approached the two humanoid skeletons and crouched down to examine them closely.

Judging from the integrity of the bones and the surrounding marks, the two people killed each other.

One person fell backward to the ground, a broken sword embedded in his chest, the hilt still in the hand of another.

The other person was curled up, with obvious sword wounds between his ribs.

Upon seeing this, Lynn's heart sank.

Warrior? Knight?

If the relics were left by them, then the value of the relics would be greatly reduced.

Clinging to a sliver of hope, he glanced around and saw items scattered all over the ground.

The two already damaged spatial bags had their contents spilled out onto the ground.

Several dusty crystals were scattered around the skeleton. These should have been lightning crystals, high-purity lightning element crystals, which were quite valuable.

But with the passage of time, the energy has been depleted, and it is now worthless.

There was also a roll of animal hide, spread out on the ground, its edges torn, but the writing in the middle was still legible.

Lynn picked up the rolled-up animal skin and unfolded it to examine it closely.

It was written in ancient script, covering the entire piece of leather, but he couldn't understand a single word.

It is directly "included" in the memory library, and its contents are analyzed.

He rolled up the animal skin and put it into the ring.

There were a few items next to the two skeletons.

Several magic stones had long lost their luster and crumbled into powder at the slightest touch. The two magical artifacts were so decayed that only the metal frames remained, revealing their original shapes.

Only one ring was still intact; it was dull and lacked luster, looking like a piece of scrap metal.

Lynn picked up the ring, and the [Analysis] provided feedback—

The spatial ring has an internal space of approximately fifty cubic meters. The restriction has been lifted, and the items inside are well preserved.

Not bad, at least we gained something.

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

Fifty cubic meters is no small amount, especially in ancient times when witchcraft was not as "prosperous" as it is now, and spatial equipment was extremely precious.

It seems that the two skeletons were later "explorers" who came to this site, discovered the "treasure," and thus a conflict ensued, resulting in their deaths.

He probed into the mental energy space ring and found more than a dozen energy-containing thunder crystals, a stack of animal hide scrolls, some crystal bottles, and a fist-sized token.

The crystal bottle contains a pale blue liquid, and tiny electric arcs can be seen jumping around when it is gently shaken.

Lynn picked up a bottle and held it up to the light. The analysis showed the result: Thunder Beast Bone Marrow Fluid, an essence extracted from the bone marrow of thunder-type magical beasts, which can strengthen the physical body and increase affinity with thunder elements.

The token was deep blue, with a lightning symbol engraved on the front and a line of small characters on the back—ancient script that was incomprehensible.

Analysis initiated!

Three breaths later, the analysis results appeared.

Lynn frowned slightly as he watched the words being translated word by word in his mind.

"Whoever holds this token may enter the Thunder Domain for trials. If the trials are passed, one will receive my inheritance."

There is an even smaller line of text below:

"Kane, Lord of Thunder, remain at the summit of the storm."

Lynn examined the token twice, turning it over and over.

Kane, the Lord of Thunder.

He had never heard of this name before.

However, the title "Lord of Thunder" is at least at the Saint Mark level.

Those that can leave a legacy are at least from the fourth ring road or above.

Trial of Thunder Domain.

At the summit of the storm.

where is it?

However... this thing is from who knows how many years ago, and the legacy it left behind has most likely been deciphered and taken away by other wizards.

Even if he couldn't break through, Lynn didn't want to participate in any "Thunder Domain Trial".

First, there are risks, and second, the results may not satisfy him.

The ancient traditions... knowledge, witchcraft, meditation methods, etc., are too outdated and cannot keep up with the modern, improved wizarding knowledge.

If you need knowledge above the fourth ring, you can simply wait until you advance to the Saint Mark and then return to the academy to the third floor of the Skeleton Archives.

The knowledge there is more comprehensive and systematic, and the "versions" are also more "new".

As for resources...

Just look at today's harvest to know that, as time goes by, the once priceless Thunder Crystal and witchcraft artifacts have now become a pile of junk.

If I have the chance in the future, I'll go and see it; if not, that's fine too. I won't force it.

Lynn put away the spatial ring, then stood up and walked towards the Thunderbird skeleton.

This thunderbird was larger than the others when it was alive, and its bones were bluish-gray. Even many years after its death, the fine thunder patterns on its surface were still clearly visible.

Lynn squatted down and placed his hand on his shinbone.

[Analysis] Feedback given: Peak level 6 strength in life.

The skeleton is 82% intact and has an extremely high affinity for lightning, making it suitable for crafting into a flying undead. It is expected to retain 70% of its lightning abilities from its lifetime.

The soul has dissipated and cannot be resurrected, but the bones themselves are top-grade refining materials.

This thunderbird was probably a "guardian of the ruins," and somehow it died here.

It's unlikely that those two people killed it; their strength is far inferior to that of the Thunderbird.

"The remains of a level 6 peak Thunderbird." Lynn quickly estimated its value in his mind.

"Take it back completely, buy the soul of a similarly tier avian magical beast, find a wizard skilled in bone refining to process it, and you can at least refine a level 5 peak undead. If you have enough materials, you might be able to directly reach level 6."

It's a bit of a hassle, but level 6 undead are quite valuable, so it's worth a try.

He took out a special space bag for storing skeletons from his ring, disassembled the Thunderbird skeleton piece by piece, and put it into the bag in order.

After collecting the bones, Lynn continued deeper into the area.

Opposite the stone chamber was another door, smaller than the one at the entrance, without any runic restrictions, just slightly ajar.

He walked over and gently pushed it.

The door opened silently.

The real ruins should be inside; the place I'm in now is just a "front hall" of the ruins.