Witchcraft

Chapter 129 The History of the Throne

The crowd turned back and soon gathered together again, and the place that was originally the way down the mountain has become the way up the mountain.

"This is really amazing!" Qing Ge couldn't help exclaiming.

Luo Xin also let out a long sigh of relief, and finally verified her guess, this place is actually a maze of space, if she didn't turn around just now, then she would actually fall into a loop and keep going around in circles.

According to this method, everyone quickly climbed to the top of the mountain.

It was cold and windy, with only a few icicles around, and a huge crater in the center.

In front of the crater, a huge black throne stands there, and I don't know how many years have passed.

The throne was covered with ice, making it as exquisite as a work of art.

"The Black Throne, we really found it." Qing Ge couldn't help but burst into tears.

This enthusiastic elf was obviously shocked by something of great historical value in front of him, and was too excited to speak.

She stepped forward quickly, reaching out to caress the ice on the throne.

"No, my friend, this is a phantom. The real Black Throne has fallen to the volcano." Luo Xin was extremely disappointed.

The Black Throne in front of him was too perfect to be real, and it was indeed not real.

Luo Xin filled her eyes with mental power, and quickly saw the essence of the matter clearly.

"How is this possible, you can see it, you can touch it!" Qing Ge didn't want to believe it, and the voice of questioning was filled with dissatisfaction.

In the eyes of the elves, the Black Throne undoubtedly represents history, the most epic period of history, but Luo Xin said that the Black Throne has been destroyed.

"Feng Yang, smash it!" Luo Xin could only give an order.

Qing Ge was taken aback and almost ran away.

smash it!
What kind of nonsense is this? After finally finding the Black Throne, this crazy broken jade claw is about to smash it.

It's a pity that Feng Yang has always been Luo Xin's loyal follower, he ignored Qing Ge's protest and swung a huge battle axe.

boom!
After a loud noise, ice cubes flew all over the sky.

Under everyone's astonished eyes, the black throne under the ice cube disappeared completely, only those ice shards, which showed that Feng Yang really smashed on the throne just now.

"Look! This is a trick used by the Dark Lich to confuse the world. This evil devil has not really died. Maybe he is still lurking in the dark, waiting for the final counterattack." Luo Xin then explained.

A trick of deception!
Qing Ge suddenly realized that the Dark Lich likes to seduce the strong and use it for him!
"Then we still have nothing to gain." Qing Ge cried with a sad face, and became a little sullen.

Nothing.
not necessarily!
Luo Xin looked around, and quickly noticed the abnormality.

On the icicle in the distance, under the thick layer of ice, there seemed to be several figures frozen.

Luo Xin stepped forward slowly, but knelt down in front of the figure devoutly, already knowing the identity of the figure in the ice.

God Priest of the Orcs!prophet!
A mysterious sound of divine writing suddenly sounded, as if it came from the ice layer, and the ice began to shatter into pieces.

The figure inside is already clearly visible.

These are three tall orcs and a handsome elf.

The orc in the middle happens to be the legend of the orc, the Prophet.

The Prophet held a black staff in his hand. It looked extremely simple and old, and it could only be seen that it was a wooden stick.

"I have finally waited for you, my heir!" The prophet slowly opened his mouth, as the icicles on his body continued to fall.

The orc's prophet is a tauren, so his figure is particularly tall.

come back to life?
No, this is the orc's soul chain witchcraft. The prophet has saved what he wanted to say for 3000 years until now.

Luo Xin could only listen quietly!

"Despicable De Jong, he formed an alliance with the Dark Lich, and I died here with the Elf King, and the Dark Lich was also sealed by us. I have a hunch that a great orc priest will find us, pass on our strength"

The Prophet Speaks
In the war 3000 years ago, De Jong led the orc prophet and his followers, together with the Elven King, to the Frozen Throne.

However, what was unexpected was that De Jong had united with the Dark Lich long ago. In this earth-shattering battle, the Prophet and the Elf King finally defeated the Dark Lich.

However, the biggest winner was De Jong. He escaped with a serious injury, fabricated a deceptive lie, and raised his reputation to the position of leader, while the real heroes such as the prophet and the elf king became supporting roles that were forgotten by the world.

The Dark Lich and the Black Throne eventually fell into the volcano, while the Prophet and the Elf King were frozen here forever.

哶!
After hearing the story, Feng Yang couldn't help being angry, and the only pity he had for human beings disappeared.

Perhaps this group of filthy heretics really only deserves to be burned in the flames of hell!
Boom!

The countless soul chains finally consumed their last power, and the Elf King and the Prophet were all turned into dust.

The black scepter slowly flew to Luo Xin's hand, it was a wooden stick, an eternal wooden stick.

Heart of the Tree of Eternity!
At the top is a forked cage, which seems to be wrapped in something. Looking at it with a fixed eye, there is only a black bead inside, which is dim.

"Maybe it needs something to activate it." Qing Ge also raised his head and reminded.

Qing Ge knew very well about magic wands, and the magic wand in Luo Xin's hand seemed to lose its power.

Luo Xin stroked the wood on the top, feeling a strange feeling in her heart, this magic wand seemed to be a part of her life, so handy.

There is also a strange pattern engraved on the top. After rubbing it carefully with my hand, I found that this pattern is very familiar.

Luo Xin quickly took out the death mask, which was exactly the same as the pattern on the wand.

Suddenly the death mask emitted intense light, and the visible part slowly shrunk to the size of a fingernail. It flew towards the pattern on the magic wand and covered it.

Whoosh!

The black ball on the magic wand was instantly lit up, and the white light was very dazzling.

Then, while Luo Xin was dumbfounded, a violent white light penetrated the clouds from bottom to top, and the whole mountain began to tremble slightly, as if it was bearing some kind of huge force.

The War Scepter of the Lord God!
The eternal weapon of the god priest, the deadly magic weapon that makes the orcs invincible!
"Oh, great priest, congratulations on becoming the priest of the Holy Word, inheriting the power of the prophet, and holding the right hand of the Lord God." Feng Yang knelt down with tears in his eyes, and made a big salute.

The sorcery that soared into the sky happened to be the signature sorcery of the priest of the Holy Word, the chain of white light!
At this moment, Qing Ge suddenly discovered that something was also dropped from the corpse of the Elf King, which was an exquisite sword.

The engraved pattern is very exquisite, it is the treasure of the elves, the holy sword of flower language!

(End of this chapter)