Following Yiya's words, I and several of my subordinates almost jumped back in unison, holding either a sword or a few magic scrolls in our hands, and carefully guarding the direction Yiya mentioned. At this time, no one noticed that Yiya's exclamation was completely a female voice.
"That one... the one in the middle of the rightmost row... his eyelids twitch..." A girl is a girl. Although she can charge into battle and kill people like grass, when faced with such a weird and terrifying scene, she can only act like a little woman. At this moment, Yiya is just like a frightened girl next door.
Following the direction she pointed, I found the head almost at a glance, and at the same time I discovered that not only the eyelids of this head were twitching, but even the corners of his mouth would twitch from time to time, as if he was in great pain.
"My lord, this is the main formation. I think as long as we break this evil formation, we will definitely be able to eliminate the negative impact of this area on magicians..."
"Shut up, don't you see? There is not even a magic crystal here except for a few broken skulls. Do you think we should destroy that place? Smash those heads off? Or once those heads are smashed off, this crappy altar of gods and demons will suddenly collapse. Do you want us all to die here?" Before the magician could finish speaking, I immediately blocked his words.
Slowly, I finally noticed something strange. On the head that was still moving, I detected a strange situation through the small magic of detecting mental power. Above the head, a faint, misty green smoke slowly floated upwards, directly into the center of the magic circle on the top of the altar, and then was quickly transmitted to the surroundings by the eye of the formation. . . . . . Could it be that this terrifying formation relies on extracting the mental power of living people to maintain its operation? But then again, those evil necromancers do rely on their mental power to control those huge undead armies. . . . . . But, who's mental power can withstand the extraction of mental power for such a long time
After thinking for a while, I casually set up a light barrier on the route where mental power was extracted, in front of everyone's horrified eyes. Then the second layer... the third layer...
As I set up more and more light barriers, the emission of mental power seemed to weaken a lot. The originally visible light blue color not only became fainter and fainter on the magic circle above the altar, but even the mental power emitted from the head seemed to decrease a lot. Not only the intensity of the emission, but also the speed slowed down a lot.
"Sir, I can extract a small amount of magic power... I can extract magic power..." Just as I was carefully experimenting with the magic circle, one of the strongest magicians among us suddenly shouted excitedly, and this news almost made us all cheer together.
"Yes, yes, it can be extracted, this is really great! Hurry up, bring all the magic shells in, and give me all the large-scale offensive magic scrolls you have..." After testing my magic extraction, I called a light mage to replace me, and urgently collected large-scale offensive magic items, preparing for a super-large explosion here. At the same time, I also took out a long and thin roll of dense silver thread from the magic space I carried with me. Now I can't care about so much, and destroying this place safely is my greatest wish now.
"Sir... Sir, look at that head... He... He is alive!" Just as I was paying attention to the furious bone dragon at the entrance of the altar and how to effectively destroy the altar, it was still Yiya who discovered the new situation.
Almost at the same time that Yiya discovered and said those words, I and the others also discovered it. The head actually blinked a few times and then slowly opened its eyes. What was terrifying was that after a quarrel, he actually spoke to us.
"Who are you... How many years have passed since the Battle of Zollenburg? Is Emperor Ketza still in power?"
The words spoken by this head may not be very important in his heart, but in this situation, these words seem extremely absurd to our ears. The Battle of Zuolenburg... Emperor Ketza... These were all things that happened thousands of years ago. In this extremely gloomy altar, in this terrifying magic circle, hearing such words almost made me want to run away.
"I... we are... the coalition forces of the Kingdom of Yan and the Mocast Empire... It has been at least a thousand... thousand years since the Battle of Zuolenburg... Kai, Emperor Kecha is long... gone..." After hearing the question from that voice, a magician with poor mental health answered him word by word with a shiver without waiting for my permission.
"A thousand years... A thousand years... A thousand years... Wow hahaha! I never thought that I, Kosdi Modnan, would suffer for a thousand years in this damn soul altar... Ah haha, I never thought... I would have a chance to see the light of day again. Damn the necromancers, I, Kosdi, swear on my soul that I will destroy everything related to the undead..." When he heard that a thousand years had passed, the guy who called himself Kosdi suddenly closed his eyes and trembled in a low voice, muttering the word "a thousand years" to himself. But soon, he laughed crazily and swore a poisonous oath on his soul.
But this is not what we are concerned about. Our concern has now completely shifted to the name he calls himself. Anyone who knows a little about history and the historical celebrities on this continent will probably know the name Kosidi. . . . . .
Kosidi, one of the two holy wizards in the history of the continent. Modnan, a super powerful magician who fought against the entire undead army for several weeks alone a thousand years ago, and destroyed hundreds of undead wizards and tens of millions of undead armies, and used more than 4 forbidden magics.
Although he disappeared after the battle, the history of this continent was rewritten because of him. If he hadn't stopped the undead army, I'm afraid the people on this continent wouldn't have been able to effectively organize and fight against the undead army together, not to mention that he wiped out at least 1/5 of the undead army.
Just as we were full of speculations and imaginations about him, Costi suddenly let out a miserable wail. . . . .
"Damn it... What did those damn necromancers do to me? How could I be without a body... How could I be like this... Those damn necromancers actually transformed me into a necromancer..." Kosidi, who finally discovered his situation, was now filled with horror. His eyes kept looking left and right and up and down...
"Lord Kosdi, I am the commander sent by the Kingdom of Yan to destroy the undead troops. We admire what you have done, and at the same time we are very sad about what you have experienced... But I don't know if we can help you in any way..." Out of duty, I had to step forward and say something. At least I am now the commander of the army of the Kingdom of Yan, and he is a legend of the Kingdom of Yan.
"What? The commander of the undead extermination army? Those damn, evil things have not been eliminated after thousands of years? And you... and a weak wizard like you is actually the commander of the Yan Kingdom's army?" After hearing what I said, Kosdi looked at me in confusion, and began to look me up and down.
“My lord, those damned undead were originally destroyed thousands of years ago, but those ignorant and greedy orcs actually sent their sacred beast priests to break into that evil land, and successfully transformed themselves into necromancers… Therefore, the two countries in the East Continent are now forming an alliance again to fight against those damned necromancers and orcs.
In addition, Commander Shen did not become a senior officer of the kingdom by magic ability, but he obtained his current position by his own wisdom and skills. In the previous battle against the undead army, Commander Shen relied on these two points to successfully wipe out nearly 2 million undeads outside the temple without any damage. Therefore, his efforts are completely worthy of the status and rights given to him by His Majesty. "
After hearing what Costi said, several old magicians from the Kingdom of Yan rushed forward to defend me, but I could hear a hint of flattery in their words. . . . .
"What a shame! I have become a waste now. I am powerless even if I want to serve the kingdom and exterminate the undead! It seems that I really underestimated you... Then I withdraw my doubts about you and sincerely hope that you can completely exterminate the undead for the kingdom." After sighing, Kosidi apologized to me with a depressed look, and then encouraged me a few words. But then, he suddenly began to look at me again, and then tilted his head, thinking about what to write.
"As the commander of a troop, many people think that this person must have super personal strength. Although I personally prefer that the commander-in-chief should be a wise and intelligent person... However, if a commander-in-chief can take both into account, then he is definitely the most suitable... Look into my eyes!"
After a moment of silence, Kosdi whispered his opinion, then he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at mine, saying the last sentence. At the same time, I was affected by his sudden change in tone and involuntarily looked at his eyes. . . . After Kosdi's eyes emitted a flash that seemed to be real, my mind became chaotic and I lost all my perception. . . . . . . (To be continued)