"What... what's going on? Ellery she... she..."
The swordsman's face was a little dazed.
"What a vicious spell, is it a curse or some kind of unknown poison?"
Rogolo squatted beside the pool of pus, with an extremely serious expression on his face.
"After I found out, did I immediately disconnect the clues? The murderer behind the scenes is very cruel and cunning... a good opponent..."
"Ellery! Allery!!!"
At this time, the team members who knew what happened all exclaimed in grief, especially the berserker, who fell to his knees on the ground, as if his whole body was about to collapse.
The swordsman watching this scene sighed secretly in his heart, but he knew that Ava had long had feelings for Ellie, but unfortunately the female mage only focused on the strong, which made Ava feel sad for a long time.
But now, it's never possible for two people.
"Is this vicious spell a curse of the Sand Clan?" The swordsman looked at the traces of bones on the ground, feeling a deep chill in his heart.
"I'm afraid it's not the Sand Clan, but the people who followed you all the way from beyond the desert!"
Rogoro shook his head, and the spear in his hand hummed.
"Let's go! We don't have much time to waste here, the scene in the prophecy is about to come, we must rush to Frostfall Canyon before that..."
"Obey! My lord!"
Of course, the swordsman and others had no objection, and soon continued on the road after resting.
Only the pus that was continuously evaporating in place still told the passing of a fresh and senior professional life.
…
"Rogolo?!"
In the distance, Leylin slowly came out from the shadows, "I seem to have heard of this name before. He is a [Legendary] expert who wields a spear weapon. He has a high reputation in the Western Regions. I didn't expect this time The other party is also here... "
"The time of the crow's crowing moon, the time of the blood moon... It's very close, I don't know how many strong people who are blinded by greed will come..."
Leylin looked up at the sky, muttered to himself, and then disappeared in an instant.
Basically, once you get here, it doesn't matter if you have a guide or not.
Because Frostfall Canyon is actually a holy place for the Sand people, and they have been guarding it for generations.
When it reappeared, Leylin had already arrived in the oasis, casually looking at the mess on the ground, as well as the corpses that were too late to tidy up, he directly grabbed the corpse of a Sand tribe, and many fragments flashed in his eyes fragments.
"So it was there..."
The spell of extracting memory is very rare, but this technique of extracting information from dead bodies is even more shocking.
After getting what he wanted, Leylin looked in one direction, and the yellow sand condensed under his body, forming a huge khaki-colored sand scorpion, with a broad back the size of a small carriage.
Leylin sat up, pointed casually, and the sand scorpion that sat down seemed to come alive, rushing towards it with a neighing sound.
…
However, after arriving at Frostfall Canyon, Leylin was still a little astonished by what he saw.
Corpse! There are corpses everywhere at a glance! Many Sha people fell to the ground, with many scars on their bodies, some with shock and anger on their faces, and some with terrified fear.
There were still traces of the fortress at the mouth of the original canyon, but it was also destroyed by a huge external force at this time, forming a scene of ruins.
"It's not like Rogolo's gang..."
Leylin rubbed his chin and looked at a pair of Sand Clans who died together. One Sand Clan had a ferocious face and bit his opponent's throat directly, while his opponent stabbed the dagger into his skull. There is still moisture in the middle, which looks like cannibalism, but there are some things that Leylin can't hide.
"The breath of the undead... is it a necromantic spell?"
Leylin stretched out his hand to grab, and pulled out traces of black gas from the corpse.
"It seems that a necromantic mage also came here, and drove the necromancer army to kill the Sand Tribe guarding here..."
Necromancer! It is also a branch of mages. They frantically study the relationship between body and spirit, deal with corpses all day long, and also study souls in private, dabble in taboos, and their treatment in the world of gods is even worse than that of [arcanist] A little better is also something that everyone shouts and beats.
However, a truly powerful necromancer is not comparable to ordinary people, and can even summon a terrifying army of necromancers that can slaughter cities and countries.
"If you want to instantly summon an army of necromancers that can crush a tribe of the Sand tribe, the professional level of that necromancer may also enter [Legendary]..."
Leylin took a deep breath, and entered the canyon along the huge broken gap in the fortress.
The further you go inside, you can see the more fierce resistance of the Sand Clan. Occasionally, there are sporadic broken white bones falling on the ground, which should be an army of shattered bones.
When it was in the middle, Leylin moved his eyes and saw several waves of figures.
In the middle of the canyon is a huge square, which seems to be the core of the entire Sand tribe, and the densely packed dead bodies are piled up to form a hill.
And several waves of figures occupied a corner of the square with each other, as if they were confronting each other.
Rogoro and his gang were also among them, and Leylin even saw the [Legendary] ascetic who made him dread him!
At this time, the other party was digging several large pits to bury the bodies of the Sand Clan, with a look of pity on his face.
He has already moved a corpse into the deep pit. The other party has a soft figure and water-like eyes, and there are longing and nostalgia for life in the eyes. It is the female leader of the Sand Clan. Unfortunately, the other party has lost everything now. signs of life.
"Someone is coming again!"
Leylin's arrival obviously attracted the attention of other people. They stared at Leylin with vigilance in their eyes.
The current Leylin, of course, did not reveal his true face, but adopted the previous image of Kukulkan, wearing a silver mask and wrapped in black robes, just looking extremely evil.
A trace of divine power spread all over the surroundings, blocking all detection and peeping.
"What a strong evil!"
Rogolo clenched the spear in his hand, a trace of thunder flashed faintly at the tip of the spear.
And that ascetic monk even put down the work at hand, and looked at Leylin with hostile eyes - no way, for these people, evil forces are a natural hostile camp.
"Hehe... I didn't expect it to be ours this time!"
On the square at this time, although several waves of people were faintly separated, they were still divided into two huge camps.
The ascetic monk was very close to Rogoro and a group of paladins, and they had obviously reached a certain offensive and defensive alliance.
On the other side, there were some other strong men like Lone Rangers. Like Leylin, most of them chose to hide their bodies, and there was a strong evil emanating from their bodies.
It's just that, compared to the kind camp on the opposite side, the people here are more distrustful of each other, and they keep a distance from each other.
The person who spoke before was a purple-haired woman with a nine-section snake's head whip in her hand. Behind her were several strong men, occupying a large seat.
"I'm Evita, friends are welcome to join, I didn't know you were..."
There is doubt in the eyes of the purple-haired woman. After all, there are very few legend-level powerhouses. Basically, she should know them all, but the other party feels very strange and extremely dangerous to her!
This can't help but make the purple-haired woman feel a little curious.
"If you are a strange and evil strongman, if you can win over to my camp, my lord will definitely reward me well..."
Thinking of this, the purple-haired woman's eyes became more charming, and even her voice seemed to be wrapped in honey, sweet and intoxicating.
However, Leylin didn't pay any attention to her accosting, and walked directly to a corner, obviously having the aura of not allowing strangers to enter.
"Damn it, is he blind?"
Seeing this, the purple-haired woman Evita could only curse inwardly, having a little doubt about her beauty.
"Okay... now we are confronting each other here, there is no benefit at all!"
Evita gave Leylin a hard look, but she still stood up and said to the people in the good camp: "That bone lich has entered a deeper place, so why don't we fight here and let the other party take advantage of it? Is it?"
Obviously, although the evil forces here are scattered, they still have the upper hand.
"Our purpose here is to arrest the bone lich Illyrio, the appearance of the floating city is none of our business!"
The leader of the group of paladins was a middle-aged man wearing bright armor, he first announced in a low voice.
Even paladins must learn to compromise. If they dare to shout out any slogans to wipe out evil, their only fate is to be bombarded and killed by all the evil powerhouses here.
"Ahem... we need something in the floating city!" Rogoro also came out and said.
"Very good! It seems that although our goals have some conflicts, they are not irreconcilable! Why don't we enter the Floating Void City together and then look at our respective methods?"
Evita suggested.
Obviously, these people are not willing to do it immediately before seeing the actual benefits.
And when the strength of the two sides is close, it is very normal to reach a tacit agreement.
Seeing this, although no one from the opposite camp spoke, the legendary-level ascetic monk had silently walked towards the depths of the canyon after burying the body.
"snort!"
Evita snorted coquettishly, with a smug expression on her face, she also led her men all the way in, and the two parties just walked forward guarding each other.
Leylin followed casually, still thinking in his mind: "The Skeleton Lich? Illyrio? That high-level legendary powerhouse? I didn't expect the other party to come too. It seems that the scene of the destruction of the Sand Clan here should be It is from his handwriting..."