Chapter 213: Magic ruins

Originally, Rod wanted to pick up some dead branches to make a fire-but looking at Mao Kai, considering his teammates' mood, Rod could only act as a human torch again.
Fortunately, after mastering the Rune of Saffron Flames, Rhode didn’t need to worry about mana consumption. Burning is a self-propelled attribute of Saffron Flames. It almost consumes no mana. The only problem with the human torch is that it looks a little awkward. , Nothing more.
But... Fortunately, it was Rod’s acquaintance who needed the flames, Jin Kesi jumped and jumped, Gana sat silently, and Zoe didn’t know where to get a lot of soapy water, blowing up in front of the flames In front of these people, Rod felt a lot of embarrassment disappeared.
The war is coming, but everyone has adjusted themselves.
Early the next morning, when Rod extinguished his flames, the party had regained their spirits again-Mao Kai uprooted the tree, Lu Zian also got rid of grief, and Yorick buried the dead dead .
Climbing into Maokai's hands, Rod and his team set off again.
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It was probably around noon-Maokai finally stopped in front of a magic ruin.
"This is the edge of that group of blasphemers. If we go deeper, we are likely to be ambushed-or some other strange attack." Mao Kai's voice is still low, "I suggest everyone to fix it before starting. "
"Completely agree." Rhode made a large amount of surroundings, and then summoned the magic table. "You have something to eat first. I'll check it out and come back immediately."
With that said, Rhode approached the magic ruins slowly.
That's right, the magic ruins-for mages like Rhode, is there anything more appealing than this?
Reluctantly understood the power of a little rune. Rhode’s understanding of Varoland is still in an extremely primitive and obscure state. He does not know what the source of rune magic is, what the rules are, and it is not clear how to use the power of runes. What is the price.
There is no cost when there is no power.
The power of the Saffron Flame Rune is violent and terrifying. This terrible is not only against the enemy, but also against the caster himself-Rod’s perception has never been such a terrible power, but it is not used at all. No price.
What, you say the price is not to use frost magic?
Stop it, this is the price?
In order to prevent himself from having to do something inexplicably because of the Rune of Saffron Flames, Rod felt he had to prepare in advance.
And to find the trajectory of the rune power, it is too slow to study by oneself-if you give Rod a wizard tower and give him a few hundred years, it is estimated that he can also understand the power of rune-but whether it is The Master Tower is still time, and Rod has none.
Therefore, inheriting the knowledge of others is the best choice.
Shadow Island has the legacy of the last magic era-this is one of the reasons Rhodes chose this as his goal.
Rhode believes that in this area that was once the center of magic, even if there is a raging curse, he can find some useful things and useful knowledge from it.
So, here comes the problem.
Where is this useful knowledge?
books?
Books are indeed carriers of knowledge, but Rod is skeptical about how many books can be left here.
Don’t think that the curse of the King of Destruction is only for the living-look at the rugged rocks on Shadow Island and know that the curse of the King of Destruction is not just something that curses the living!
Thinking, Rhode slowly walked into the ruins.
It's a magical ruin, but it looks... more like a rundown sentry post.
However, unlike the usual sentry, this sentry has a strong caster style.
Although Rhode does not know the main material of this sentry, it can be confirmed that the sentry itself is definitely the handwriting of the caster.
As for why it is so certain-the reason is actually very simple, there is no lookout on the sentry post, no shooting hole, no devices and functional arrangements that help the physical profession play, if the person who built this sentry is not an idiot, then he must be A caster.
Because this sentry can only play its role in the hands of the caster.
Rhode set the space anchor very carefully under the sentry post, so he could get out as soon as there was wind and grass, and then walked alone into the sentry post.
Unsurprisingly... nothing.
Space magic should be fixed in the sentry-unfortunately the space magic completely collapsed in the curse, everything in the secondary plane was squeezed out, and the entire sentry was piled up-in the erosion of time and the squeeze of space Depressed, these once-used daily necessities and spell-casting tools all turned into a pile of slimy, wet and sludge, even if Rhode patiently identified one by one, he would not be able to get the original kind.
No corpses-either there was no one in this sentry post, or the dead had turned into undead and ran away.
As for whether it will suddenly jump out of a sneak attack... the possibility is not high, and Rod is not worried.
After observing carefully, and confirming that there was nothing in the pile of garbage, Rhode shook his head helplessly, and then set his eyes on the sentry itself.
It seems that only the sentry body has a meaning in the entire site.