Chapter 2059: Mausoleum of the Witchcraft King

"cough…"
Walking in the dense forest, an old elf in a green robe suddenly coughed continuously.
She coughed very hard, and every sound seemed to exhaust her whole body. After a while, she was panting. Seeing this, an elf swordsman who came in took the initiative to pat her on the back.
"Long Whisperer, are you okay now? Do you need to take a break?" He asked with some concern.
"It doesn't matter... I just didn't catch my breath." She replied after taking a few deep breaths.
While talking, she lowered her head slightly and looked at the emerald grass below her feet, her eyes flashing a little confused.
The white-clothed man who was traveling with him saw the worry in her heart, and stopped for a moment on the elf swordsman's weapon, before finally speaking, "You have run out of time."
"I know what you said. I have chosen the inheritor and am going to teach her what I have learned in my life. If you didn't appear suddenly, I should be under her care and enjoy the last time. "
The old elven woman complained, but she looked at the white man in her eyes without any blame: "It's really unfair. After so many years, you are still the way you used to be, just like the first time I met you. That way, nothing has changed."
"Why don't you say that your elves are the most unfair. I have never seen a vampire as old as you. Even if you are a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years, most of your time is spent in long sleep, you elves But they all came alive."
Aside, the vampire in the team couldn't help but say.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, vampires are already a representative of a long lifespan. Compared with the few people in front of Tamick, the long lifespan that vampires are proud of seems to be nothing at all.
After chatting for a few words, several people continued to move forward in the dense forest.
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"Alama, are you true? The tomb of the king of wizards is in front of you?"
Deep in the gloomy cave, the man with all eyes on his face couldn't help but ask. He used his pile of eyes to stare at the sorcerer with flowing blond hair, wanting to see him from the sorcerer's reaction. The real idea.
"Of course it is true. I risked my life to find the location of the royal tomb from Hardwood's library." Alama replied confidently, "It's you, Drudge, how did you bring it? Did such a little alien creature come?"
"Don't mention it, since Thousand Eyes was wounded, our life has not been as good as before. Those lurking Evil Eye believers dare to stand in front of the great Evil Eye believers. Hero Aijiet took away most of the more than one hundred eyes. Poison Eye, I went to Master Moriel's great cause. In order to explore the royal tombs, there are only so many Evil Eyes I can use."
Draghi blinked, and all eyelids closed and opened together, making them uniform in control.
Following his words, Alama turned sideways slightly, looking at the hundred evil eyes who came here with him, and couldn't help frowning.
"Okay..." Alama secretly said, it's a pity that although the number of Evil Eyes is small, they can barely be used to explore the royal tombs.
"Tell me about you, I heard that you participated in the last xenobiotic contest, right?" Delage asked with interest.
Alama frowned: "Why are you asking this?"
"I heard some rumors."
Speaking of this, Drach lowered his voice: "It is said that in the last alien creature contest, those participating creatures, as well as the enchantress among them, were bloodbathed by a mysterious figure, and that person even used it to win. Won the championship. Although the Nigon royal family and the officials of the Witchcraft Academy did not admit this, I still learned the truth of the matter from some secret channels."
"Secret channel? You're not talking about the Thieves Guild, are you?" Recalling the various species in the Alien Creature Competition, Alama asked slightly in a daze.
"No. Don't guess." Hearing what Alama said, Delachy immediately denied this. Some of his face and eyes looked up, some looked down, and some kept staring at Alama.
Alama glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't ask much about this question: "What do you want to know?"
"That mysterious figure." Delage asked quickly, "Did you see what he looked like? The rumors say that he claimed to be the most perfect creature in the alien creature contest, and his whole body has been witchcrafted. There are three pairs of wings, three pairs of bat wings, eight arms, and twenty eyes. Not only me, but also many enchanters who have heard about the rumors of the alien creature contest are full of curiosity about him."
"What?" Alama stretched out his hand and scratched his head, recalling the appearance of Rhode, and then listening to the rumors in Drach's mouth, he couldn't connect the two together, and he didn't know which one survived the competition. The sorcerer who came down spread rumors about Rhodes everywhere.
"I do know him. It may be a little different from what you think. There is a big difference between him and the one mentioned in the rumors..."
Before Alama's voice fell, his complexion changed suddenly, not only for him, but also for Drach on the side.
The strong mana fluctuations caused a violent explosion, instantly engulfing the evil eyes behind the team, and the entire cave shook. At this moment, they were attacked by the enemy.
"Those cavemen, dare to attack my evil eyes!" Looking at the evil eyes wounded in the explosion, Draqi gritted his teeth, and his eyes were all rounded, wishing to do it for those evil eyes now. Revenge against the cavemen.
Alama, who remained calm, stopped him:
"Have you forgotten our goal? This is the nest of the cavemen. Eliminating them will not help us. You never know how many cavemen there are here. Killing a group will attract more. The cavemen eventually exposed the location of the royal tomb. Even when Hardwood was alive, he did not dare to publicize the news of the royal tomb. Once the location of the royal tomb was exposed, countless enchanters would flock here. Come."
"Damn it." Delage yelled, and finally listened to Alama's words, stopping the idea of ​​countering the cavemen.
"But... among the cavemen, when did a spellcaster with such an ability be born?" Drudge looked at the damage of the evil eye. More than half of the evil eyes were seriously injured in the explosion, and the rest were also taken. A little hurt, which also made him smack secretly.
"That's none of our business, hurry up and enter the royal tomb." Alama glanced in the direction where the spell was generated, and said slowly.
Delaki nodded, and immediately led the team towards the direction of the royal tomb.