wizard

"My lord, I swear to the gods that everything is true!"

The businessman prostrated himself on the ground, earnestly.Excluding the overly exaggerated parts, he really has no lies.

Siculus was leaning against the gorgeous carpet, his long brown hair was braided and hanging on his chest, and the end of his hair was tied with a gold ring inlaid with gemstones. It was completely impossible to see his emotions at the moment from his expression.The businessman was uneasy, he was afraid, whether the city lord was dissatisfied with his exaggerated words.In fact, Siculus was in shock at what he learned from the merchant's mouth.

A deserted city deep in the desert, land beasts, people?

If everything is true, he must go once!

The merchant was left in the city lord's mansion. Whether he wanted to or not, once the city lord decided to go, he had to go with him.Having lost their property, caravan and guards, and the news could not be transmitted back to the north, the businessman had no other choice but to follow his orders.

However, just the day before Siculus decided to set off, an accident happened.

The shepherds of Bitiya found that a large number of herds became panic-stricken. The one-horn sheep huddled together desperately, and the short-horn cattle rushed to the fence frantically. As if something terrible was about to happen.

The abnormality of the herd has aroused the vigilance of the shepherds of Bitiya. Being able to make the livestock so disturbed, in the desert, only represents one thing, the disaster brought by the western barbarians!

The shepherd's guess was quickly confirmed. Dust billowed from the distant horizon, and the roar of the giant beast reached the ears of the Bithiya people along with the hot wind in the desert.

More than 20 land beasts appeared in the dust, and on the back of each land beast stood a dark brown-skinned barbarian warrior.

The rock-hard muscles are full of explosive power. From the cheeks to the chest, there is a blue totem that symbolizes the tribe, and the red pattern on the right arm represents the number of enemies killed in battle.

"Barbarian! It's a barbarian!"

The shepherds screamed, and the herd finally broke the fence. There was a desolate howl in the city of Bithia. The city gate opened wide, and heavily armed knights poured out of the city. In the sky, a dozen huge raptors flapped their wings. , making a loud cry.

Blood is about to stain Bitiya red!

The barbarian warriors on the back of the ground beast made strange noises, as if responding to the roar of the ground beast, and more barbarian warriors appeared behind them.Stepping on the yellow sand with bare feet, all kinds of weapons in his hands gleamed coldly, and rushed towards the city of Bitiya with strange screams.

The shepherds gave up chasing the herds and rode on camels one after another, drawing out their scimitars. Brave Bitiya, fearless Bitiya, they are the descendants of the Aramean Empire. In order to defend their homeland, they are not afraid of any enemies!

The loud elephant calls and powerful footsteps shook the ground.

With a blue totem, long black hair, and amber eyes, he is the leader of Cangyan, the largest tribe in the west of the Aran continent!

Siculus in the sky clenched his scimitar, and the situation was more serious than ever.

Kony sat on the back of the mammoth, which was his new mount. He looked up at the dragon eagle hovering in the sky, with a cruel smile on his lips.

Barbarians are natural warriors, with a majestic body, a strong physique, and a beast-like character. They are born with a desire for blood and killing. This is the blessing and curse that the great witch bestows on loyal warriors.

"Ow!"

Kony stood up and howled like a beast, like the alpha wolf in the desert wolf pack.

Killing intent, fighting intent, swept the entire battlefield like a gust of wind.

The raptor in the sky swooped down, and the two streams of smoke on the ground collided fiercely.

The Bitiya people knew that they could not be defeated. Once the barbarians rushed into the city, everything would be destroyed.

The barbarians in the west are more cruel and unscrupulous than the desert robbers, wealth will be looted, women and livestock will be taken away, men's heads will be hung on spears, and blood will stain the whole of Bithia.

Cangyan's priest watched everything on the battlefield not far away, even if he couldn't see anything with his eyes, he could still know what was happening on the battlefield.

Holding the wooden stick high, the priest made a strange tone, like witchcraft, and sighed.

Several slaves knelt in front of the priest, as if they had lost their sanity. Blood flowed down the wound on their necks, but they showed no painful expressions, as devout as if they were actively offering sacrifices.

Slaves are important property, and sacrifices will not kill them, blood is just an offering to the gods.Bright red blood flowed out in a strange pattern, and the fainted slave was taken down.

The priest held up his wooden staff and roared loudly, not at all afraid of the bows and arrows shot by the Bithia warriors.He is praying to the gods, praying for victory, and sacrificing his own blood is the best offering.

The dragon eagle screamed and rushed to the mammoth again. Kony's weapon was a black spear engraved with golden wuwen. This is the weapon left by the Alan Dasha to the Cangyan tribe. It can destroy all vanguards sharp weapon!

Siculus tightened the reins, and the scimitar broke, shocked in his heart.

The battle below is more tragic than ever before, and the barbarians want to completely occupy the city of Bithia? !

The news of the barbarian attack spread to Pulan City, and Modi, who had planned to travel, had to change his plan. If Bitiya was captured, Pulan City would not be spared either.His struggle with Siculus will not stop, but the barbarians are the common enemy of the entire eastern part of the Alan continent.

Like Pulan City, other cities that heard the news also stepped up their vigilance, and the tribes attached to the cities migrated at the fastest speed, or went deeper into the desert, or went to the cities to help in the war.

The news reached the Temple of Otiramus, but the temple that should have expressed something was eerily quiet.Not only did the big witch not show up, but even the maiden trusted by the big witch didn't show up.

This made the city owners feel extremely dissatisfied.The witches in the various tribes also behaved differently at this time. Their witchcraft came from Otiramus, but not long ago, the witches were losing their witchcraft.

No one knew what was going on, without the witch power, the tribal chief would no longer be afraid of them, and Otiramus' prestige would no longer exist. What a terrible thing this would be!

Danda, who was imprisoned in the dungeon of Pulan City, was in even worse condition. Her delicate skin became rough, wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, and her beautiful long hair also lost its luster. It withered quickly like a flower that had lost its nutrients.

Danda opened her mouth forcefully, and a ho-ho sound came out of her throat.The shaman's witch power is endowed by the temple, and it belongs to the great shaman. No one would have thought that the shaman is using the witch power of the shamans to continue the fire of her own life, just like what she did hundreds of years ago.

The maiden of Taiya, whose bloodline can be traced back to the empire era.Regarding the death of the last Great Witch of the Empire, all the historical materials that have been handed down are secretive. However, the witches of Taiya passed on word of mouth. Got witch power.

The witch swallowed the blood of the great witch.

Danda laughed distortedly, laughing wildly uncontrollably. Once she also had the opportunity to become a great witch, above the temple of Otiramus.It's a pity that the opportunity is fleeting. That black-haired young man should have been her sacrifice!

The black eyes turned scarlet, the long hair instantly turned gray, and the laughter echoed in the dungeon, full of madness and despair.

In the deserted city, He Ning walked into the temple again.

The black hole left by the collapse of the floor, with the green lizard's claw marks on the edge.The green lizard was left outside, and He Ning always felt that there was a voice telling him that this time, he had to go by himself.

He Ning was very determined, and Green Lizard was very frustrated.

Squatting at the entrance of the cave, with his head down, his forelimbs resting on his side, like an abandoned child.

"Don't do this." He Ning couldn't bear it, "You wait for me on the top, I will come out soon and bring you fish!"

fish!

The big head suddenly lifted up, grinning, showing a mouthful of fangs, looking carefully, the tail even wagged twice.

He Ning: "..."

Well, it's just a half-grown kid, and he understands.

Taking a deep breath, He Ning put his hands on the edge and slowly climbed down.After landing on both feet, I eased my violent heartbeat, and rubbed forward along the road I walked.The beads in the rock wall emit soft light, and the sound of running water becomes clearer and clearer. He Ning speeds up when he walks to the confluence of two underground rivers and wades through the water.

The huge skeleton lay quietly in place, and the spears broken by He Ning were scattered on the ground.

Attaching the skeletal head with one hand, sorrow and anger welled up in my heart again.Biting his lip hard, he can no longer be swayed by emotions, if the green lizard is not by his side, no one can carry him when he faints again.

His intuition told him that he had to do it again, and maybe he could find the answer to all the doubts.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but bones and spears.Bending down and looking under the skull, there was still nothing.

Did he think wrong?

At this time, He Ning's left ear suddenly burned, and the ear button turned into a scepter, and a golden light was inlaid on the rock wall next to the skeleton.

The uneven rock walls suddenly glowed, and the spots of light converged into ancient patterns, like stars shining in the night sky, displayed in front of He Ning.

Before he could see clearly what was depicted in the pattern, there was a violent vibration under his feet, gravel and gravel slipped from the top of his head, the source of the underground river, the spring suddenly dried up, the water flow seemed to be cut off in an instant, and the harsh sound echoed between the rock walls. echo.

Crunch, crunch.

Like rusty iron chains and gears constantly rubbing against each other, the rock wall sank little by little, revealing the scene behind it.

The smell of decay hits the nostrils.He Ning took a few steps back, and accidentally fell down as the ground shook.With one hand on the ground, the sharp gravel cut through his palm, causing him to frown in pain, and when he raised his hand, bright red blood flowed from the wound.

The shaking of the ground gradually subsided, and the huge stone wall sank completely into the ground, as if it had never existed.

Behind the stone wall is a secret room carved into the rock, and parchment scrolls and copper plates occupy most of the space.

Three skeletons were lying on the ground. From the long skirts that had not yet decayed and the thin bracelets on their wrists, it could be deduced that they were women.

The gauze skirt and thin bracelets look familiar.

Dancing veil skirts, jingling thin bracelets and silver bells, beautiful maidens.

This is the "illusion" that once existed in his mind.

When the smell of decay dissipated, He Ning walked to the secret room, and could clearly see that the sternum of the two skeletons was broken, and a dagger was stuck between the ribs, and the remaining skeleton still had a broken arrowhead in its body.

On the leg of the last skeleton, there was a scroll of parchment. The content on it was obviously not finished, and the dark red font seemed to be written with blood.

Perhaps, it was blood.

Walking into the secret room, he carefully picked up the parchment, which was the same as the parchment he got on the stone platform, and it was the same curse, cursing the betrayer to go to hell forever.

Avoiding the bones of the women, He Ning picked up a copper plate and brushed away the thick dust, and the writing on the copper plate became clear.

"Alan Empire Calendar..."

He Ning's expression changed, and the chaotic memories in his mind were being sorted out along with the contents on the copper plate.

This is the record of the last Arlanian witch during his lifetime, and it is also the history of the empire that has been dusty for hundreds of years.