Chapter 602: The first ancient city of human race

At the time when the Ye Feng and the four were away from the dispute over Shurima, Azir and Xerath had already divided the Shurima Desert into two plates.
It was noon, and the scorching sun was scorching this barren desert. In the center of the Shurima Desert, this barren area extending from the ruins of the ancient Shurima imperial city to the surrounding area is undergoing a mighty army fight. The two armies are currently under the command of Azir and Xerath, who are currently the most powerful in Shurima.
Neither Azir nor Xerath appeared in this battle, and they were each busy with other affairs in their own main city. This collision is the first collision between the two forces, used to test the depth of the two sides, the real decisive battle is yet to come.
The sky was filled with yellow sand, and the roar of the soldiers when they were fighting also resounded through the sky.
Or pain, or anger, or hatred, or fear...
Various negative emotions are constantly vented to the surroundings from this large-scale war, and a large part of them do not want to participate in this battle. However, the current Shurima has fallen into the hands of Azir and Xerath. One yearning for revenge and rejuvenation, one yearning for kingship, it is bound to require more young men to join the army.
Spears, arrow feathers, long swords...These cold weapons are scattered on this battlefield, and some are even interspersed with the heads or bones of their respective enemies.
Soldiers continued to fall, and then were run over mercilessly by soldiers from both sides. Some soldiers have not completely died, but they have also died because of the chaotic battlefield.
Scattered corpses were scattered on the battlefield, and the roaring wind blowing the noisy yellow sand covered the blood-stained corpses even more unbearably.
The blood shed by the soldiers gathered together, and even under the scorching sun, it could not dry up for a while, turning into a shocking river of blood.
The thick pungent smell of blood permeated, mixed with the murderous air in the wind and the resentment brought by the war, disturbing the newly dead souls.
The resentment in the sky made this place more and more weird. The soldiers' hideous faces also revealed the desire for bloodthirsty and hatred, which was not more lethal than the demon's spiteful look.
"No wonder there is a saying in the human world, the most terrifying thing is often not ghosts, but human hearts..."
A woman with a dark purple crown on her head was wearing a loose purple brocade robe, walking bare-footed on this battlefield filled with murderous air.
She muttered to herself a common saying in the human world, and walked through the battlefield with corpses all over the field blankly.
For some reason, the woman's body shape seemed to be a soul body, and she passed through the soldiers who were fighting, without any influence.
With a faint sigh, the woman bent down and stroked the blood-stained sand a few times, seeming to recall something in the past.
"What annoying dreams!"
A dark purple streamer full of magic flashed in his eyes, and the woman who had a little ethereal temperament before showed a palpable domineering devilish energy. But for some reason, the devilish energy exuding from her body was not at all evil.
She sighed again, and condensed the black demon energy that she had produced from her anger, and the woman returned to her ethereal temperament.
Standing up, turning around in place, looking at the soldiers who were still fighting, feeling the murderous evil and resentment bursting out of them, the woman shook her head helplessly.
"I just want to get a good night's sleep..."
She rubbed her eyes a little sleepily, yawned and said something inexplicable, the woman stretched lazily again.
After slightly adjusting her state, the woman's expression gradually turned cold. Her eyes condensed, and a dark purple streamer flashed from her eyes as fast as lightning, and then a coercion that was enough to suffocate mortals spread across the battlefield.
The two soldiers on the battlefield who were fighting each other looked at each other in horror and stopped. After searching for a long time, they found the mysterious woman.
The corner of her mouth rose slightly in a strange arc, and she slowly raised her slender right hand, who saw the soldiers' horrified eyes.
A trace of dark essential magic energy leaked out of her body continuously, turning into a black mist that instantly blocked the sky on this battlefield.
Chanting an obscure ancient spell, the woman's curving right hand slammed, and a terrifying rumbling sound echoed nearby.
At the same time, the ground under the soldiers' feet began to tremble violently, as if something terrifying under the ground was preparing to break through the ground.
Under the horrified gaze of the soldiers, the ruins of the ancient Shurima Empire's imperial city, their main battlefield, completely shattered and were buried by the flying yellow sand that poured into the sky.
The phantom of a splendid ancient city gradually stabilized from the distorted chaotic scene, exuding a monstrous atmosphere of lost magic. The woman also took advantage of the trend to conquer her leaked magic power, and did not compete with the magic power emanating from the shadow of the ancient city.
There were also many desert wizards among the soldiers, and they fell into madness as soon as they felt the vast magic power emanating from the ghost of the ancient city.
Because these desert wizards discovered that the sequelae of magic addiction that they would leave after practicing magic was temporarily relieved, even if their magic power was exhausted, they would not die because of the addiction.
As a branch of the mage, they are also familiar with some ancient books about magic. If you want to truly quit the addiction brought by practicing magic, only the Icacia magic that was lost thousands of years ago can do it.
The lost source of Icacia's magic is almost the dream of all mages.
According to the lost Icacia described in various ancient books, it is very likely that Shurima was the main city of the human kingdom ten thousand years ago.
The more they think about it, the crazier they are, they are almost certain that this ancient city phantom belongs to the imperial city of Icathia!
Thousands of years ago, the prosperous civilization of mankind almost spread across the entire continent, and Icacia also accepted the worship and respect of all races of Varoran.
It was an era of human yearning...
However, just as these soldiers fell into sluggishness and madness, the changes in this battlefield continued.
The phantom of the ancient city turned into a giant magic circle in the blink of an eye, bursting out a beam of light straight into the sky, and exuding even more terrifying power to the surroundings.
The protective circle covering the entire Shurima Desert was activated, and an invisible protective shield was raised around the border between Shurima and the surrounding area, but there was no magical resistance to prevent outsiders from entering.
The huge pillar of light of the main magic array is as big as a city, and it constantly releases the vast magic power protruding from the ground to the sky.
At this moment, in the depths of the ground beneath the feet of the soldiers, a brilliant imperial city cooperated with the magic circle surrounding the entire city to operate amazing magic power. The magic fragments of starlight scattered in every corner of the city, like fragments of someone's memory.
Azir and Xerath, who were in the main cities of their respective forces, felt the boundless energy from the center of Shurima one after another. They both stopped their business and went outside the palace to find out.
In a desert city within Xerath's sphere of influence, Elise, who hadn't moved much for a long time, also felt the vast energy of the ancient city's recovery.
She looked up at the soaring beam of light in the center of the Shurima Desert, her narrow eyes were slightly constricted, and she was lost in thought.
Soraka of Ionia, far above the sea, was drinking tea on the Refik at this time. When the lost imperial city recovered, she felt that the delicate tea cup in her hand fell to the ground without warning. .
Oriana on the side was telling Soraka about Anivia. Seeing Soraka's tea cup suddenly dropped, she couldn't help but worry: "Master Soraka, are you all right?"
Pulled back by Oriana’s words, Soraka smiled and shook her head to signal that she was okay, but then she got up and said: "Oliana, speed takes me to the control room, connects the magic satellite to the Shurima Desert Center The picture of the zone!"
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