"Lord of the Disaster..."
In front of the dim altar, a purple glow enveloped the surroundings, bringing a glimmer of light to the surroundings.
In the center of the altar, listening to Athir's words, an inexplicable emotion flashed across the eyes of the huge three-headed black snake: "Probably."
As he spoke, a faint spiritual force field enveloped the place, like a ghost whispering softly in the ear, reaching straight into the heart, and constantly echoing in the mind, making it unforgettable.
"perhaps?"
On the other side, listening to the other party's words, Atier frowned subconsciously, sensing something wrong in the other party's words.
"I was once a wizard, like you."
Before Athir could say anything, the sigh-like voice from the other side sounded in his ears again.
On the altar, the black snake hovered quietly above the altar, its entire body seemed to be carved out of stone, full of a primitive and barbaric beauty.
All around, at this moment, the statue in front of him was shaking, and the witch formation on it was glowing, trying to bind and seal the black snake in the center of the altar.
"wizard···"
Looking at the black snake hovering in the distance and listening to the other party's words silently, Atier was stunned. He did not expect this accident.
"I can feel that the pure blood in you is that of a true elf descendant."
Across from him, the black snake with three heads was still there. The head in the center had its eyes open, and its scarlet eyes stared at Athir: "So, what do you want to do here?"
"Possible knowledge, and the Worldstone you have."
Listening to the other party's questions, Atier did not hide anything and directly stated the purpose of his visit.
In front of such a being, lying and covering up are useless. Even if the other party is suppressed at this moment, it is definitely not difficult to see through the existence of a wizard who is less than level two.
Moreover, his purpose itself was very easy to guess and there was no need to conceal it.
"Then it looks like you're going to be disappointed."
On the other side, Black Snake maintained his previous posture, his scarlet eyes showing no fluctuations: "The wizards here have long since declined. Since that generation disappeared thousands of years ago, no wizards have appeared here anymore."
"Under such circumstances, even if the wizards who suppressed me back then still have something left, I'm afraid there won't be much left."
"As for this World Stone..."
The black snake's body did not move, but its eyes slightly closed: "I would like you to take it away, but I'm afraid you can't do it."
On the other side, listening to the other party's words, Athir was speechless and agreed with what the other party said.
When he first arrived at the ruins, under the leadership of Thor and others, he also searched around, trying to find something left behind by the ancient wizard.
After a lot of searching, the final results were very limited, and not much useful stuff was found.
As for the World Stone in front of him, it was indeed as the other party said. Even if Athir tried to take it, he would not be able to do so.
As the most important core of the seal, this world stone is surrounded by an extremely powerful magic array. If one wants to take away the world stone when there is a seal around it, it is only possible unless the entire seal is destroyed.
Destroying the entire seal in front of him, not to mention that Athir couldn't do it, even if he could do it, he wouldn't dare to do it.
After all, this terrifying Lord of Calamity is still sealed here. Once the surrounding seals disappear, with the opponent's strength, Athir can fly to the sky in minutes.
Thinking of this, Atier couldn't help but frown, and then subconsciously looked behind him.
Behind him, Thor and others were standing there, motionless, like living sculptures, standing there quietly.
This was the influence of the external mental force. Under the power of the Lord of Calamity in front of them, they were forcibly affected and stood still involuntarily.
"Don't worry about these people." A low voice sounded again from the front.
Above the altar, the black snake opened its eyes again and looked directly at Athir: "Instead of worrying about them, you might as well worry more about yourself."
"After all, compared to the blood in their bodies that is tainted with the aura of natural disasters, the mark of natural disasters on your body is the truly fatal thing."
Cold words echoed around, with a hint of nostalgia.
Just listening to this, Athir couldn't help but frowned: "Mark of Natural Disaster, what is that?"
"Something that could kill you."
There was a hint of nostalgia and a hint of indifference in the black snake's eyes: "The reason why I became what I am now, from a wizard to a natural disaster, is because of this thing."
"This is a curse deep in our blood. It is also the fate that we, the descendants of pure blood, must bear. When the time is right, the curse will erupt, leaving you facing despair..."
It murmured, its tone filled with vicissitudes and nostalgia, as well as a hint of suppressed madness.
"It seems that this is not a good thing."
Athir's face was calm, but he frowned: "Is this the curse of the elves?"
At this moment, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind.
A piece of information that he had looked up in the Emerald World in the past came to his mind again, and the news about the elven blood curse once again flooded into his heart, causing him to feel a little touched.
"To be precise, it is the curse of the pure-blooded elves." The voice of the black snake sounded again in front of him.
The next moment, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.
Under Athir's somewhat surprised gaze, the black snake in front of him began to slowly change and gradually turned into the appearance of a man in black.
He was a tall and handsome middle-aged man, shrouded in a black aura and with a pair of impressive scarlet eyes.
This man has a unique evil charm that people can't forget at first sight and will remember him firmly in their hearts.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Heraldos, a fifth-level wizard."
The middle-aged man stood on the altar, his scarlet eyes like a blood moon, very impressive: "Since you are a moon elf, there are some things I can tell you."
"Why a moon elf?"
Looking at Herardos opposite him, Athir managed to regain his composure and asked calmly.
There is no love without reason in the world, nor is there hatred without reason. Since the blood of the moon elves carries a curse, there must be a reason. It is impossible for the curse to be suddenly cast without reason.
"Because of the war."
In response to Athir's question, Heraldos on the other side spoke directly: "The collision between worlds. In the ancient wizards, the wizard world and the world of natural disasters went to war. Our ancestors were defeated, and the blood of their descendants was cursed by the king of natural disasters, forming the mark of natural disasters."
"Why don't I feel anything?"
Hearing this, Atier was somewhat confused and skeptical.
It is true that there is a curse on the blood of the elves, but he has never felt anything unusual on Athir's body, and has not sensed any trace of the curse at all.
"Although ordinary elves have curses in their bodies, they usually won't erupt. Only pure-blooded descendants like us will have the curse in our bodies activated and become a natural disaster curse."
Looking at Athir silently, Heraldos said indifferently: "As for the reason why you are fine, it is entirely because of the Emerald Seal on your body."
"Emerald Seal..."
Hearing the other party's words, Adi was stunned.
Before he could react, Heraldos spoke again on the other side: "That is the blessing of the bloodline ancestor. It contains the power of the bloodline ancestor. It can not only allow you to hide your own power, but also temporarily suppress the curse in your body."
"However, this suppression is only temporary."
His face was cold and he seemed to be silent. "As time goes by, the power contained in the mark will slowly be consumed. You must quickly become stronger before the power of the mark is consumed. Otherwise, after the power is consumed, you can only watch the curse in your body erupt."
"Is there any way to solve this curse?"
Looking at the other party, Athir asked back.
After the words were spoken, the surroundings fell into silence for a moment.
On the other side, Herardos was silent for a long time before he spoke again: "You can only fight hard, or do as I did..."
"Become the Lord of Scourge?" Athir said calmly.
"good."
On the other side, Herardos nodded: "The Mark of the Scourge is a curse cast by a Scourge King in the Scourge World, targeting all descendants of the bloodline."
"However, as long as you transform into a Calamity Lord, everything in your body will naturally be assimilated by the Calamity World, and the curse cast by the Calamity King will disappear and will not erupt again."
Listening to his story, Athir couldn't help but frowned and fell into silence for a while.
The two options given by the other party are basically not good choices.
Needless to say, it is easy to resist. If this curse was so easy to resist, then the pure-blooded elves would not have all died out.
Transforming into a Scourge Lord is one way, but in reality it is not as wonderful as imagined.
The Scourge Lords are known for their cruelty and barbarity. According to the records of the Emerald World, the Scourge Lords were born with the power of chaos, and under the influence of that power, they generally appear chaotic and brutal.
If you want to become a Scourge Lord, you must first withstand the baptism of the power of the Scourge world. In this process, your mind is likely to change drastically, and you will be influenced by the power of the world and become another person.
Moreover, even if Athir wanted to transform into a Scourge Lord, he did not have the coordinates of the Scourge world.
In fact, the only way left is to fight on your own, there is no other choice.
boom!!
In front of me, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded, and then a mental force field suddenly curled up.
Athir raised his head and looked in the direction where the vibration came from.
In the center of the altar, Herardos' figure had disappeared and turned into a black shadow.
The surrounding witch formation was still vibrating, and the stone statues were shaking constantly. With the support of the power of the world stone in the center, the seal in front of them continued to maintain.
The next moment, all the power belonging to Herardos around him disappeared, suppressed by the seal again and unable to show up again.
"It seems that this is your current limit."
Watching the scene in front of him quietly, Atier's expression was calm. He turned around and looked to the side.
Without the influence of the other party's spiritual field, Thor and others around them had recovered their ability to move. Now they all subconsciously looked at Athir, somewhat confused about what had just happened.
In front of them, the altar was still making noises, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
"Yana, you..." Thor's shocked voice suddenly sounded.
Athir turned around and looked at Yana.
I saw a purple mark on the other person's forehead slowly glowing.
A faint glow began to bloom, carrying with it a unique power that resonated with the countless wizard formations surrounding it.
A purple glow began to bloom, not only on Yana, but on everyone else as well. Purple bloodline light also lit up at this moment, but with varying degrees of brightness.
After observing quietly for a while, Athir discovered that among the people present, the one with the brightest light was not Thor, nor Yana with the blood mark on her forehead, but Solana in her arms.
On Suolana's body, the purple light enveloped everything around her, almost completely covering up the light of her parents, making the light in other people's bodies appear extremely dim and simply incomparable.
boom!!
The rumbling sound rang out again, as if being pulled by something. In front of the altar, a purple column more than three meters high slowly rose up. A blood force that was familiar to Athir was permeating and slowly emanating from it.
"This is... the altar of our ancestors..."
An inexplicable message suddenly emerged, and looking at the platform that suddenly appeared in front of him, Thor suddenly had an epiphany.
He turned around and looked at his wife, just in time to see Yana holding the child and looking at him.
The two looked at each other, and in an instant, they understood each other's thoughts, and their eyes became firm.
"The spirit of the witch formation ahead is awakening."
Standing beside Thor, quietly feeling the constant vibrations around him, Athir was somewhat puzzled: "Is it because of the powerful blood in Suolanna's body that triggered some kind of program, causing the witch formation here to begin to recover on its own?"
The witch formation in front of me has its own consciousness.
For a powerful wizard, it is not impossible to give inanimate objects some simple consciousness.
In alchemy, powerful magic weapons basically have their own consciousness. In some powerful magic arrays, in order to better exert the power of the magic array, it is often necessary to open the magic array's consciousness so that the magic array can operate on its own.
The complexity and precision of the magic array before him was something Athir had never seen before. It was not strange that there were simple mechanical array spirits inside it.
Before their eyes, the spirit of this huge wizard formation was apparently touched by something and began to awaken spontaneously, taking control of the entire wizard formation.
Athir estimated that the reason why this magic circle awakened was probably related to Solana.
(End of this chapter)