"Do you see the three roads ahead?"
In the spacious space, looking at the three roads in front of him, Miledo said with a serious expression.
Ahead, jet-black trees and silver trees stood quietly, dividing the road into three.
On the road in the middle, wisps of golden light are spreading, spreading across the road in the middle, emitting a wisp of sacred breath.
On the left, the silver tree stands quietly, its silver leaves swaying gently, dropping silver rays of light, looking holy and beautiful.
As for the road on the far right, it was filled with black and looked ordinary, with nothing unusual.
This represents three paths for people of three different identities to pass through.
"Only the master is qualified to pass through the middle road. Even if this unknown master still has a body, he should have entered the mausoleum through this road."
Looking at the scene ahead, Mai Erduo said, "Only the owner of the tomb, or the descendants and relatives of the tomb owner are qualified to walk this road. If others walk this way, it will lead to unpredictable consequences."
"The silver road on the left, if nothing unexpected happens, should represent guests. Only those who are welcomed are qualified to walk on it."
"And what about the last way?"
Raman asked back, looking at the road ahead.
"Nature is for the unwelcome."
At this point, Myerduo's face was calm, but his eyes were solemn: "Of course, if you think you will be welcomed, then you can also try the road on the left. However, if the assessment fails, the consequences will be more serious than taking the road on the right."
"What kind of bullshit rules and etiquette are these?"
Hearing this, Raman frowned immediately, somewhat unable to understand the purpose of doing this.
If they really didn't want people to pass, then they could just block the road. Judging from the level of the ruins in front of them, the two of them, as formal wizards, were completely powerless to resist, yet they had to set up such a ceremony at the entrance.
"This is a death ritual passed down from ancient times, and it has its own meaning."
Miledo did not comment and pointed directly to a stone tablet engraved several meters away.
"This is the agreement and contract between the living and the dead... If the outsiders who set foot on the road of death fail to pass the identification, their souls will be devoured and bound by the Tree of Death, and they will become the guardians of the Sun Emperor..."
Looking at the stone tablet in the distance and the words written in Quran on it, Raman read it word by word, and then his face turned pale.
"Now you understand."
Miledo turned around and looked at the stone tablet in front of him. After a long while, he raised his arm and pointed at the trees in front of him: "These are the trees of death. Once you die on the road, your soul will be absorbed into those trees and sealed in this mausoleum forever to protect this relic."
"Is there any way to crack it?"
Looking at the stone tablet in front of him and listening to Miledo's words, Raman frowned and asked directly.
"Of course."
Miledo turned around and looked at his face, with a sudden grim smile on his face: "Sacrifice you! I will be able to pass through naturally!!"
boom!!
A violent explosion sounded on the spot, as if something suddenly exploded. A bloody figure appeared in front of Raman, with a scimitar in his hand, and he chopped directly at the opponent.
bump!!
The high-speed dancing sword blade made a miserable tearing sound in the surrounding air. The bloody scimitar was shaking slightly, making a low humming sound like a baby's wailing, which looked very scary.
This blow directly hit the opponent, and the sword wind passed by together, as if it had hit a thick piece of flesh and blood, splashing a piece of flesh and blood, and dyeing the surrounding ground with blood.
With a thud, Raman fell heavily to the ground, leaving a long crack on his chest, through which one could even see his internal organs.
"You… why!!"
Raman was suddenly hit so hard by his companion that his eyes widened. He looked at Myerdo in front of him in disbelief, with deep confusion in his eyes.
"Hey, don't you want to know how to get through this road? It's actually very simple."
Standing there, holding a bloody scimitar in his right hand, Myerdo had a ferocious smile on his face. With his bloody red robe, he looked like a devil crawling out of the battlefield: "In addition to relying on your own strength to get through, anyone who wants to pass through the Lost Road only needs to sacrifice an equal amount of souls as a price to pass through this road."
"Otherwise, do you think I would be so kind as to share with you the relics that I have worked so hard to discover?"
A crazy voice kept ringing in front of his eyes. Before the words had completely fallen, a bloody scimitar with a bloody sword wind chopped down straight.
Raman barely moved his body and rolled to the side, avoiding the knife in an extremely thrilling manner.
The scimitar chopped straight into the ground, just like cutting a piece of tofu, and directly cut a long dent in the ground, stirring up a pile of rubble.
"Stop pretending. Do you think I don't know you're trying to trick me?"
Mai Erduo was wearing a red robe and holding a blood-red scimitar. He looked at the miserable Raman on the ground and sneered: "Do you think I can't see that you were ready to attack me as early as when we first entered the ruins?"
"Cough..." A slight cough sounded on the spot. Although the voice sounded old, it did not have the slightest sense of weakness that an old man should have.
Under Myrdal's gaze, Raman stood up from where he was. Although the horrific wound on his chest looked terrifying, it seemed to have no effect on him at all.
"I originally thought that we would at least wait until we saw something worth doing before we would get to this point."
Standing up from where he was as if nothing had happened, Raman's face was indifferent, and he looked at Myerdo with a pair of turbid eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person: "I didn't expect that just being here would lead to this."
"What do you know?"
Miledo sneered: "Do you know where this place is?"
"This is the tomb of the last pure-blooded emperor of the ancient elves. His power is at least comparable to that of a fifth-level wizard, far surpassing the level of the current wizarding world."
"If even a little bit of this great being is revealed, it is worth a formal wizard risking his life for. It is only a matter of time before they turn against each other."
At this point, a ferocious smile appeared on his face again: "Since we are going to fall out sooner or later, why not let your soul pave the way for me!!"
The gorgeous blood-red sword light danced quickly, emitting bursts of light sounds in the surrounding space. Just hearing it made people's heads swell and ache, and they felt uncomfortable.
A powerful mental force surged out, instantly suppressing the opponent's spirit, causing Raman standing opposite to change his face and reveal an expression of disbelief: "You have reached the transformation period!!"
"Haha! It's too late now!"
Miledo moved ferociously, taking advantage of the moment when his opponent was suppressed. The scimitar in his hand emitted a bloody glow and chopped directly at the opponent, making a loud noise.
After receiving this blow, half of Raman's body exploded directly. A violent force passed into his body along the opponent's elbow, almost tearing half of his body apart, and he completely lost the power to move.
The next moment, blood and flesh splattered everywhere and suddenly exploded on the spot, all splashing onto Myrdal's body, like high-strength sulfuric acid, causing his skin to begin to corrode continuously.
A wrinkled arm suddenly stretched out. Although it looked old, it was very powerful. It stabbed forward and completely pierced Myrdal's chest. A bloody arm emerged from the other end.
After being hit suddenly, Miledo acted as if nothing had happened. With blood on his face, he kept waving the bloody scimitar in his hand like a madman.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of violent collisions sounded on the spot. A sharp blood-red scimitar kept slashing at Raman's body, chopping it down like chopping meat, chopping him into a ball of meat paste, and no shape could be seen.
But even so, Raman is not dead yet. There is still a little vitality attached to the remaining flesh and blood, and some granulation tissue is constantly growing, and it seems that he is still healing.
"it's over!!"
Looking at the mass of flesh and blood in front of him, Miledo showed a crazy smile on his face. He poured all his magic power into the scimitar in his right hand, making the scimitar glow bloody, looking weird and bloody, and then he chopped it down directly.
Boom!!!
A huge explosion sounded at the spot.
In front of Miledo, he was hit by the bloody scimitar, and the mass of flesh and blood that was no longer in human shape immediately exploded. The scattered flesh and blood splattered everywhere, staining Miledo's face blood red.
"Hahahahahaha!!"
Feeling the life of flesh and blood in front of him completely disappear, Miledo laughed wildly. Combined with his honor at the moment, one could not help but think of a madman.
Having personally taken the life of an official wizard, the scimitar in his hand also underwent some changes. The blood that was originally stained on it slowly disappeared, as if it was absorbed by the bloody scimitar.
A blazing white light lit up at the spot, and a little bit of mist slowly rose up, condensing into a human shape, and rushed directly to the huge stone tablet in front, making the stone tablet emit a faint golden glow.
Hiding in the corner, watching this scene quietly, several wizard apprentices, including Andrew and Sisti, were frightened and dared not look directly at Myerdo in front of them.
With Raman's death, the parasitic spell on them has been lifted, but despite this, they are still trapped here.
Miledo's mental power was pressing on them, not only restricting their movements to a certain extent, but also bringing them tremendous pressure. As long as they moved, they would be noticed by the other party immediately.
This is an absolute difference in life level. For a formal wizard, as long as he still has mental strength, it is just a piece of cake to suppress an apprentice.
(End of this chapter)