Wizard Immortal

Chapter 183 The Relics of the Sun

"These are the relics of an ancient wizard... indeed, they are different from those of wizards today..."

On a flat area, looking around at the scenery, Raman was filled with amazement as he gazed at the surrounding landscape.

Behind him, Myrdal and the other apprentices stood beside him, their faces also showing surprise.

The surroundings were enveloped in a golden light.

In the midst of a vast archaeological site, a giant golden sun hangs high in the sky, continuously radiating some kind of energy that illuminates the entire site.

The sun was enormous, several hundred meters away from the ruins, but its immense power and unparalleled terrifying aura were clearly perceptible, causing one's heart to tremble involuntarily.

Faced with such terrifying power, even a formal wizard is nothing more than an ant, trembling all over, let alone able to fight against it.

"What terrifying power... what astonishing might..."

Looking at the enormous sun above the ruins, Myrdor exclaimed, "Compared to the power of the ancient times, modern wizards are nothing."

"Perhaps only in the Maison region, or even in the legendary Middle World, could there be a power comparable to this."

"Stop talking."

Beside him, Raman was somewhat excited, his wrinkled face showing excitement as he also looked up at the sun in the sky: "Now that we're here, let's think about how to get what's left here."

"Hmm, not bad."

Upon hearing this, Myrdor's expression returned to calm and indifference: "Let's go. Judging from the current situation, the core of this place should be under that sun."

As he spoke, he looked up at the bright sun in the distance, a hint of fervor in his eyes.

In the sky, the enormous sun was still shining brightly, but a beam of light connected it to the earth, one end of which was connected to the sun and the other end to the earth.

If nothing unexpected happens, one end of that beam of light should be the core of this ruin, and the place where you are most likely to reap the rewards.

With that in mind, they walked forward.

As they continued forward, the golden light around them grew increasingly intense, and a unique power was brewing within it.

"Something's not right. Here, the surrounding energy particles are getting thinner and thinner."

Standing here, Raman frowned: "My mental strength is also somewhat suppressed. If I cast a spell here, its power will be greatly reduced."

Myrdola nodded in agreement.

This feeling began as soon as I entered the ruins, though it wasn't so obvious at first.

However, now, the surrounding energy particles are becoming increasingly sparse, and the suppression of them by the surrounding environment has reached a terrifying level, and this trend is intensifying as they delve deeper into the ruins.

"This must be a protective measure taken by ancient wizards."

Sensing the increasingly sparse energy particles around him, Myrd said in a deep voice, "The magic of the ancient wizards was too powerful, so in order to protect some important places, they would often set up magic-suppressing arrays to forcibly repel the energy particles of the entire area."

"This technique is said to have been lost to time and can only be found in some large wizarding organizations. I never expected to come across one here."

He looked at the golden sun overhead and continued, "However, this also shows the importance of this place. Setting up a magic-suppressing array is very costly, and even in the prosperous ancient times, it would not have been set up unless it was a very special place."

"It seems we need to be careful."

Raman looked around with his cloudy eyes, a rare hint of caution appearing in them.

The more important a place is, the stronger its defenses will be. This is especially true for ruins left behind by ancient wizards, which are fraught with difficulties. To obtain enough, one must overcome numerous obstacles.

However, neither Raman nor Meldor felt any fear about this.

The path of a wizard is inherently fraught with danger. Even conducting a simple experiment can potentially lead to a backlash. It is impossible to avoid any danger altogether.

Finding a complete site is already a stroke of luck for them. Since they have decided to explore the site, they will not give up because of any possible danger.

Moreover, as formal wizards, they are equally confident in their own abilities.

As you walk slowly forward, at the end of the road, several different paths appear, perfectly dividing this area.

"What do we do now?"

Upon reaching this point, Raman glanced at Meldor beside him, his eyes subtly flickering.

"You want to break up again?"

Wearing a red robe, Myrdor looked at Raman with a cold smile: "This is the ruins of an ancient wizard. The dangers left inside are no problem for dealing with a formal wizard. If you are separated, you will probably die without even knowing how you died."

After some discussion, they finally chose the road on the right and quickly walked forward.

After they left, a figure dressed in a black robe slowly emerged from behind, his steps light and silent.

"You chose the road on the right?"

Reaching the intersection, Adir hesitated as he looked at the forked roads ahead.

Faced with two formal wizards, conventional tracking methods have become completely ineffective.

Whether it's the aura emanating from the other party or the radiation unconsciously emitted from their body, it has been completely abducted by the other party, and it cannot be detected unless there is a violent movement.

However, the apprentices the other party brought with them successfully exposed their location, which allowed Adir to catch up with them.

Which road should we take?

Standing still, looking at the three forks in the road ahead, Adir seemed somewhat hesitant.

The reason he revealed the location of the ruins through Andrew and the others was not only because he was afraid that the fluctuations when entering the ruins would attract the two of them, but also because he wanted to use them as a stepping stone.

After all, ancient ruins are fraught with danger, and it would be quite risky for a mere formal wizard to come alone.

If there are two scouts ahead, and the enemy is caught off guard, it is entirely possible to wait for them to discover the dangers along the way before seizing the final spoils.

Despite having this plan in mind, certain unexpected events after entering the ruins still caught Adir somewhat off guard.

With a gentle reach, Adir took out a bronze-colored talisman from his robes.

Upon entering the ruins, the bronze talisman began to change. It not only emitted a golden glow but also subtly resonated with the sun in the sky. The two-headed dragon pattern on it also changed; its originally dark eyes began to radiate light, making it look like a living dragon.

By magnifying the talisman using the chip, a complex circular map was revealed, with a pale white dot flashing on it, marking Adir's current location.

What made Adir hesitate was that the three roads ahead were also shown on the map, each radiating a different kind of light.

The leftmost one is white, while the middle one is a dazzling gold.

As for the last path, the one chosen by the two formal wizards, it turned out to be a blood-red expanse, appearing completely crimson, as if foreshadowing something.

This made Adir hesitate.

Judging from the current state of this ruin, the wizarding organization that built it undoubtedly revered gold, which is why the entire ruin was constructed in a golden hue.

Blood often signifies danger, a fact that remains unchanged from ancient times to the present. However, having two qualified wizards leading the way provides some assurance of safety.

Adding to the factors of Andrew and the other person, all these reasons combined made Adir somewhat hesitant.

However, he did not hesitate for long and walked directly through the middle of the road.

After walking along a long road, a golden light suddenly burst forth ahead.

Amidst a shimmering gold, Adir arrived at a spacious walkway.

In the corridor, a corpse lay there quietly, now a skeleton, with a piece of cloth still clinging to its body.

"Not a formal wizard?"

After a brief examination of the body, Adir frowned, looking somewhat puzzled.

This ruin was built in great secrecy, and the entrance was hidden in a deep space by the power of the ruin. It is difficult for anyone below the level of a formal wizard to even sense the entrance, let alone enter it.

However, at present, this corpse is definitely not a formal wizard. Judging from the analysis of the corpse, it is at most only at the level of a third-class apprentice.

"Test complete... Data simulation complete... Third-class apprentice probability 94.1%, race half-elf..."

At that moment, the voice of the chip machinery in my mind rang out again.

"Half-elf..."

Adir paused for a moment, then continued to look at the corpse.

The skeleton of this corpse is indeed different from that of ordinary people. Although it is not much different from ordinary humans in general, there are many differences in the details, and it is somewhat similar to Adir.

Adir hadn't noticed it before, but after being alerted by the chip, he immediately realized it.

"A half-elf apprentice."

Given these somewhat similar backgrounds, Adir subconsciously sensed something amiss: "Is it just a coincidence?"

The chances of a half-elf being born are very low. In all these years, apart from Adir himself, he had never seen any other half-elf. Now, however, they had appeared directly in this ruin, which made Adir feel somewhat suspicious.

"What if it's not a coincidence?"

With this thought in mind, Adir frowned, then squatted down and examined the remains of the corpse, hoping to find something more.

The shape of the corpse was very noticeable; several bones in the chest were broken, as if they had been chopped off by something.

Around the corpse, Adir also found a blue short sword with some patterns engraved on it, which surprised Adir.

(End of this chapter)