Chapter 410

As soon as they got off the floating boat, they saw a dark cloud in front of them.

The vast plain is full of green, but right in front of the field of vision, the sky is shrouded in thick haze, and clouds of dark sand are sweeping across, as if they are about to devour the world.

If you look down from mid air, you can see that in the middle of the boundless field, the black gale obscures the sky, just like a bottomless whirlpool in a green ocean, swallowing everything around.

"It used to be a good place for raising cattle and sheep. The soil and water are rich. Unfortunately, since about a year ago, the influence of the ruins has become more and more intense. In the recent six months, it has reached its peak. In the black storm, there are not only sand and gravel, but also magic turbulence, which is enough to devour most of the middle and low level mages."

Waiting for them on the small apron is William Saxon, a high-level mage of the eighth ring road. His most famous achievement is that he founded calculus almost at the same time as Sir isaris Alberton, but at that time, Saxon was already a member of the high-level Council, and Sir Alberton was just a middle-level mage.

"Mr. Saxon, there should be no other irrelevant people in this half plane now?"

Penzans asked casually, looking around.

"All the Aborigines have moved away, and now the only people here are those from the magic association."

Leading the way, Saxon explained.

"Originally, there was only a small desert in the middle. According to historical records, only about one twentieth of the area was occupied 300 years ago, and there has been no expansion. Only a year ago, there was a sudden storm here, and the desert gradually expanded, which attracted the attention of the magic association. After exploration, a very deep hidden relic was found."

The three came to a town, which seemed to be the place where the herdsmen lived in the past, but now it is empty. The huge town is silent, which is in sharp contrast to the rumbling storm in the distance, and it is even more strange and terrifying.

They walked into the building that was originally the town council hall, where the mages who had arrived before had already sat by the round table of the Council hall.

Nature in the middle is the leader of the mission, the legendary wizard isaris Alberton. He is holding some parchments in his hand. His expression is dignified and seems to be lost in meditation.

Next to Mr. Alberton is Sally Newington, an elemental magnate. He was also reading the contents of parchment. When someone came in and raised his head a little, he was stunned when he saw penzans next to Saxony.

After a few seconds, he bowed his head hesitantly, seemingly continuing to read, but already absent-minded.

At the same time, Mr. penzans looked at his former student. He wavered a little. Then he looked at Mr. Alberton, as if he didn't understand why he called himself and Mr. Newington.

As everyone knows, Newington used to be a student of penzans, but they couldn't reconcile because of their different opinions on the nature of light. Finally, Newington broke away from the mercury balance and joined the storm Council of the Department of elements. For so many years, they haven't exchanged a word.

Even after Lennar proved the wave particle duality of light, the relationship between them didn't ease much. After all, in penzans's opinion, Newington's departure from the mercury balance was too bad, and now Newington can't leave storm Council and return to the mercury balance.

In most cases, even other high-level mages try their best to avoid close contact with two people, but I don't know why Mr. Alberton summoned them so freely.

There are four high-level mages including Lena, a legendary mage. From Lena's point of view, the ruins exploration team can be said to be extremely luxurious.

"Here you are. Sit down first."

Mr. Alberton regained his thought, looked at Lennar and penzans, who had just arrived, and motioned them to sit down.

When Lena sat down, Lord Alberton waved, and a few parchments flew up to Lena and penzans.

"This is the current investigation report on the ruins, which I named as the rest of the wilderness."

The name of the ruins is decided by the mage who is in charge of the investigation. The relics with historical records are usually called by their original names, while the unknown relics are mostly determined by their characteristics or the core of the ruins.

For example, penzans mentioned that the half plane was ravaged by the storm before. This relic is called the heart of the storm. Finally, the magic props as its core were extracted, and became the main part of the defensive magic, the top of the whirling cloud, which enveloped the storm Council.

Lena nodded, picked up the parchment and read it carefully.

The above is about this half plane at the beginning. It can be seen that this half plane has hardly experienced war. In the past, it used to be the territory of a legendary mage in an ancient magic empire. However, you seem to have long forgotten this place. Only the herdsmen depend on animal husbandry for a living, and the desert in the middle of the half plane has always existed. It used to be empty until recently, It was discovered that there were relics.

As for the cause of the relics, it is also a coincidence. A year ago, a group of people came to the Eliot half plane. They were originally the mining teams of a certain chamber of Commerce who swam in each half plane in order to explore the ore veins. They came to the desert of Eliot half plane and accidentally triggered the protection mechanism of the relics. All the unfortunate guys died, and this site was also destroyed This is coming to the surface.Such examples are not uncommon. Many relics have strong defense and concealment ability, which makes them not found for many years. However, as time goes on, some concealment magic gradually becomes invalid, which makes these relics hidden for many years appear in people's vision.

As he continued to look down, Lena began to read what had been discovered about the site.

Surrounded by the ruins is a strong storm, which is mixed with gravel, at the same time, it is surrounded by magic, forming a barrier, making most of the exploration magic ineffective. Even the astrology of legendary Mage Level, it is difficult to predict the dangerous situation.

Mr. Alberton once went into the storm center alone, but for safety reasons, he didn't go too far. He recorded what he saw and repeated it on parchment.

Storm center is a well preserved building, almost no damage can be seen. The whole building is hemispherical, about five stories high. There is no living things around the building, but there is a strong magic barrier. From the appearance, we can't tell the purpose of this building.

However, Mr. Alberton felt a strong surge of primitive magic from the building. Just a little leakage is enough to set off this frenzied storm.

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