Chapter 216 215: The tomb, Ian buried!
It's up! All matched!
I just said that children cannot have such amazing strength!
"What should I do? I'll pull people to rob the tomb together and I'll pull the tomb owner!?" The legendary wizard king was very anxious at this time. He didn't know if he had the time to wait online.
It is said that Medivh is very yin, but who would have thought that he would be so yin? It is a complete fool to sign a contract for sharing the spoils and not hurt each other!
No!
This entire tomb may be a fool of the world! It is deliberately cheating the wizard who wants to make a mistake! Ask yourself, the longer you live, the more bad things you have, the greater your bad taste!
The characters from thousands of years ago... no matter how much they like to tease people, it may not be an exaggeration... Although there is a contract that does not harm each other, it seems that the contract does not stipulate that the tomb guardians in the tomb cannot harm themselves. "It must have been his intention!"
For a moment.
Many thoughts emerged in Merlin's mind.
It's not that he is so panicked.
The main thing is that he becomes a child to fool others. He will inevitably judge others a little by himself, for fear that he will encounter an amazing fishing law enforcement.
After all, it is really immoral to put your ideas into someone else's tomb. Even if you are caught by the official, you will ignore it even if you are beaten to death. How could Meilin not worry?
Faced with Merlin's gaze, the little wizard did not know what the other party was thinking. In fact, he did not deliberately conceal it. He mainly learned where he was going after signing the contract.
If you tell Merlin that Medivh is his vest and his future, don’t say whether Merlin believes it or not, Merlin will definitely not be able to bring the little wizard to this place again. I can only say that the little wizard thinks he has a reason to hide it but it is obvious that the current scene is indeed a bit embarrassing.
"If I say that this God of War Ares is confused, do you believe it? After all, he is a dead person. You know, his brain is deteriorated." Ian smiled and tried to ease the atmosphere. "I believe...really." Merlin's answer was firm and his emotions were stable. If he put aside his extremely vigilant and uneasy expression, he was indeed sincere.
How dare he answer now?
If you say you don’t believe it, wouldn’t it be a reason for others to take action? Merlin asked himself again, when he killed the black wizard, he could have used the excuse that he had not been able to enter the tavern with his left foot.
The more I think about it.
The more severe the perspiration on Merlin's forehead.
He was not worried that Ian would do it.
After all, there are contract restrictions.
But if Ian asked the tomb-guarding God of War to take action and fight alone, Merlin felt that the probability of successfully eating tomorrow morning's breakfast would definitely not be very high.
"You don't think I'm going to trick you into killing you, right?" Ian saw why the other party was so abnormal. He was very dissatisfied with the fact that the other party had not seen his character clearly after spending more than ten hours together.
"Uh..."
Faced with Ian's inquiry.
Merlin quickly shook his head like a rattle, "Of course not. You are a senior thousands of years ago, the pioneer of the wizard's road, and the mountains that countless wizards can never cross. It is definitely impossible to care about children like me who are less than a hundred years old... I actually didn't want to take even a piece of sand from here."
"I just want to pursue the path you have taken..." Facts have proved that in a hurry, even the King of Wizards would not care about his thick skin.
What is a child less than a hundred years old?
Ian was helpless.
What a magical scene.
The characters introduced in the textbook are full of compliments and look frightened. This really makes the filter break. The degree of breaking is roughly equivalent to Wang Meng's sight of dawn?
Who can think of it?
Anyway, the little wizard couldn't imagine it.
I actually became a mountain that Meilin could not cross... He said a few days ago that Meilin was a mountain. "I didn't lie to you, I'm really only twelve years old." Ian couldn't help rolling his eyes and corrected Merlin's slander for himself. He was the real child.
Yes.
How to say it.
This is considered shameless than the other. How can the time traveler's affairs be considered to be of age in the past life? "Well, that's right, indeed, I know... You say you're twelve years old is twelve." Merlin didn't believe Ian's words at all, but he had tried his best to study Medivh.
This is a person who is active in many time nodes in history.
Twelve years old?
I want him to believe this.
It would be better to let him believe that the only Yin Crow who was more active in history than Medivh had turned his back. The Yin character of Yin Ya here is a descriptive word, not a noun. Merlin couldn't help but think of his childhood experience. He spent a little more time studying that legendary creature than studying Medivh.
"Medivh is my future. I thought you should easily understand this situation. For me, this tomb has not been repaired yet, but this does not affect my existence here at the same time."
"I have a teacher who has done a similar experiment, and at the same time has multiple selfs at a time point. It is because of this that I am curious whether my future is really sleeping in it."
Ian sorted out his words, sighed and said to Merlin, "Don't worry, you are very important in history. Even if I want to cheat you, I can't kill you."
This is some understanding of fate.
Meilin heard this.
Just just silent, he kept looking up at the figure on the floating throne.
"I don't even know why He is here." Ian also raised his head and looked at Ares, the awakened god of war. This god didn't look like a dead person except for his lack of life.
Perhaps the form of death and corpses understood by gods and humans is different. "It's not that the corpse has become a spirit." Thinking of this, Ian couldn't help but think of the awakening speech of Ares, the god of war just now, and his expression gradually became strange.
The setting of the corpse becoming a sperm and the sentence just now come from the same literary work. "What did you say just now? What did we say?" Ian asked loudly, wanting to get information about this mysterious tomb from Ares.
However.
After hearing this, the quiet God of War Ares stared at him in anger, "Of course you promised me, we agreed to you, you have sold me the intellectual property rights of the sentence "If you don't worship God, your true life has been lost, and your name is on the Reincarnation Monument". Only I can say it, but you just infringed my intellectual property rights!"
"You also said that intellectual property rights cannot be infringed!" Good guy, God of War Ares's anger was really full, but the reason for this anger really made people feel a little nervous.
Meilin, who was suspicious, couldn't help but twitch his eyes.
Frequently looked at the little wizard.
"..."
Ian was even speechless.
Although he did get some information, it was not the information he wanted to get at all. What the hell is selling intellectual property rights? A magical version of selling Tang poetry through ancient times?
"You can't keep guarding here because of this reason, right?" Ian couldn't help asking. He felt that this might really be a bit like his way of cheating people.
"Hehe, how is that possible."
Fortunately, Ares is not as stupid as Ian imagined. He is not the stupid son of the landlord. "I am guarding something else, your tomb is just by the way."
He even vaguely said that he did not mention what he was guarding, nor did he know whether it was because he couldn't even reveal it to "Medivh" or because of Merlin, a "outsider".
"It's really a tomb?"
Ian grabbed the point, a little surprised.
"Is I really dead?"
He looked at Ares on the throne. He didn't expect that Ares not just not giving useful information, but instead squeaked his dry mouth and angrily the little wizard.
"Don't ask me, I'm just a corpse, I can't figure out your conspiracy... Oh, yes, I remembered, Athena told me not to talk to you."
"You are best at manipulating others with words."
After saying that.
The God of War Ares simply closed his eyes again, as if he had turned back into a cold corpse, sitting motionless on the throne. Although His flesh and blood were dry, it was not destroyed.
It still presses tightly against the bone.
"Wake up, don't believe it. Athena must have eaten garlic with her mouth. Let's talk for a few more minutes. How about talking about five dollars? I can pay you a few awesome intellectual property rights."
Ian attempted to awaken Ares, the God of War closed.
However.
The God of War Ares just ignored him completely, just like he was dead... Well, He is indeed dead. "It's abominable." Ian looked up helplessly at the floating palace. The shining ancient palace floated in the shadows, revealing a stunning and majestic aura.
It's expensive at first glance.
"I still have to go in and take a look." Ian took out his wand and waved it. The transformation technique created a staircase out of thin air. After he walked up, he turned around and saw Merlin standing still in place.
The feet are like rooting.
There is no intention of following in at all. Even this guy is looking back and trying to find a bridge to disappear, but even though he uses his prophecy ability to use it, he still has not found a way to escape. "Go." Ian urged.
The plum forest is still as motionless as a mountain. "I have no idea about tomb robbing, I don't like tomb robbing."
His desire to survive seems to be still playing a role.
"..."
Ian's head hurts a little.
"Just think I invited you to my house as a guest." Ian also wanted to use Merlin to prevent possible protective measures. Of course, he could not leave Merlin outside alone.
This may still be some dogs.
But be cautious, but it is indeed cautious. "Where is there anyone who invites others to visit his tomb..." Meilin's eyes twitched a few times again. The niche invitation made him feel a little unrestrained. "Really, I might have set up a banquet inside to invite the visitors of tomb robbers to sit down and eat wine and drink meat. You don't know how generous I am!"
Ian attempts to fool Meilin.
Merlin showed an unshakable attitude.
There is no way. "Do you know, Ares, the God of War, likes to eat people the most. When I turn around, he will definitely eat you and restore your strength immediately." Ian could only speak sinisterly.
How can this not be called a threat?
Ian felt that he could not actually use the God of War Ares.
But Merlin doesn't know.
This move does play a role in a great role. Melin just looked up at Ares's huge body, and the next moment he appeared next to Ian.
The little wizard didn't even see how this guy moved clearly. "Actually, I've found what I want." Merlin sighed helplessly and said the main reason why he didn't want to move forward. His words immediately surprised Ian.
"What?" he asked.
At this moment, the two of them walked up the stairs, and before Merlin could answer, suddenly, the voice of the God of War Ares sounded again.
"Kowtow one step at a time, and the sins on the road to rebirth are cut off halfway, protecting your true spirit." A loud voice resounded throughout the world. Who would have thought that the God of War Ares was actually a second-tier patient.
Ian knew that this guy was not silent again!
I didn't expect to wait here!
Faced with the God of War Ares, as if he was announcing the rules to the visitors, Ian rolled his eyes wildly, "Knock on the fart! Think about where your true spirit has gone!"
The throne is indeed just a corpse.
The true spirit of the God of War.
"Run, great master."
Ian ran very fast and rushed to the palace gate in one breath, as if he was afraid that he would run slower, and he would hear the God of War say something like "Even if I hold your tomb with one hand, I will do whatever it is." To be honest, if I hadn't really been speechless, Ian wouldn't have wanted to complain about a corpse.
How disrespectful. "It's not cold here." Ian looked around. The two of them were already in front of the palace, which could be considered as deep into the "black clouds", with endless shadows spreading around the palace.
Countless gray-black mists were surging. Only when you were in it did you see these shadows gather and sometimes drifting, and countless shadows were condensed into different shapes of different shapes. Some are like huddled black moths, with torn parchment fragments remaining on their wings, and some are like rotten dragons, with asphalt-like black mist flowing on each scale.
The most terrifying thing is the shadows that resemble human outlines. They maintain a painful struggle, and their chewed bones can be seen under their translucent skin. "This is too dark." Ian is not willing to accept this style of san. "They... no, it..." Merlin's breathing was a little rapid, his eyes swept across the shadows, his pupils contracted violently, and he stared at the shadows.
"It's a silent nightmare!"
His voice was incredibly shocked.
Ian also raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
"Silent mist night?"
I heard the name of this creature again. The shadow covered with the sky in front of me was indeed similar to the silent mist night he had encountered, but those silent mist nights are not that huge!
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The little wizard noticed that Merlin corrected the statement once and used it, not them!
"Silent mist night is an extremely mysterious creature. They feed on memory and history. The weak devour memories, and the powerful distort history... I can't imagine what kind of history can feed it!" Merlin's eyes were full of surprise and doubt.
He turned his head and stared at the little wizard.
"What did you do?"
The King of Wizards didn't care about his life anymore. He was really shocked and was sure that the person in front of him must have continued to remain silent and twisted the extremely important history.
The larger and more important the history is, the more it can feed the huge silent nightmare. Now, Merlin dares not imagine what kind of history it has devoured and twisted!
"You ask me who will I ask? If I want to know, I will come with you to rob the tomb?" Ian was actually quite shocked and became more and more curious about the future.
Merlin opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it. Perhaps he believed the little wizard's words, or perhaps his desire to survive had reoccupied his brain.
Only he knows it.
"Maybe there is an answer inside."
Ian looked at the magnificent palace in front of him. The door of the palace was closed, and the door was engraved with complex runes, which were obviously blocked by some powerful ban. "Maybe." Meilin took a deep breath and calmed down her mood. He still couldn't help but look at the shadows in the sky that covered the sun, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't notice any movements of the little wizard.
"Why don't you open the door?"
Merlin turned his head a little suspiciously.
Ian raised his eyebrows and showed a natural expression: "Isn't this the prophet's life? Are you not the prophet? We agreed in the contract that you will be responsible for these difficult problems."
Merlin was speechless again. "At that time, you didn't say this was your home!" Merlin gritted his teeth and said something full of annoyance.
"First of all, I didn't know you were coming here at the beginning, and secondly... didn't you ask?" Ian blinked, and his innocent expression made Merlin want to hit someone.
Who can imagine this situation by stepping on a horse?
In front of the tomb robber, you have to ask the partner if this tomb is your home? ?
You're crazy!
The chest was swaying violently for a moment, and Merlin's expression continued to change, and finally he was frozen in helplessness. "Let me study it, it may take some time."
He began to analyze the magic texts on the door. "How long will it take?" Ian was also fumbled on the door.
"One, two days? The magic text here is very complicated." Mei Lin was not sure, but he was very confident in whether he could analyze it. In short, the heart of Tao has not been shattered yet. "It seems that I am the real capable prophet." Ian stopped in front of the groove of the door, took out his magic wand, and directly pressed it into it.
"dong", "dong", "dong"
As expected.
Same as he thought.
The gate suddenly received the activation of the key. The dull sound kept ringing, as if a heart was beating violently, and the shadows around it were rolling and boiling like magma.
But no attack was launched.
"Boom!"
The palace shook.
It seems like there are thousands of troops galloping.
The huge portal is slowly opening, revealing dazzling light. Five-colored divine light suddenly appears, and the blazing light is flashing, and the sky seems to be trembling.
"You are not a prophecy."
Merlin took a few steps back and sighed softly.
"How can this not be a prophecy for predicting one's future design? Master, do you not understand prophecy?" Ian's suspicious eyes made Meilin feel ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping in his heart.
"..."
His sigh was very heavy.
"So forget it."
How can the King of Wizards respond to such fallacies? Merlin regretted it very much. If he hadn't wandered around, he wouldn't have met this guy when he was waiting for King Yuser.
If I hadn't met this guy, I wouldn't have come to explore this place so hasty, and if I hadn't come to explore this place so hasty, it would be even less likely to encounter such suffering.
Oh.
After all, I shouldn't have brought King Yuser here from the beginning!
Merlin was extremely upset.
Ian's emotions were completely different. Seeing that Merlin inherited himself as a language master, he immediately smiled and even patted the impossible dust on Merlin's translucent body.
"Remember to write this into your autobiography."
As the saying goes, there is a reason for showing your diligence without any reason. Ian feels that after Merlin's recognition, who dares to say that he has no talent in divination classes? Do you understand what the Wizard King is? I personally admit it!
"Okay..."
Melin looked at his proud look and couldn't help but shake his head, but he felt relieved - the other party wanted to go out and write his autobiography by himself, which would definitely prove that he could still go out alive.
"Boom!"
A huge roar echoed around, and the opened door was already open, revealing its inside, and an old and mysterious aura came to the face.
The space inside the palace is much wider than it seems from the outside, as if it has entered an independent world. The towering dome is inlaid with countless glowing gems, like stars in the night sky. The ground is paved with smooth black stone slabs, and every step up will cause a circle of faint ripples.
It seems as magical as if stepping on the water.
However.
Even so, when you step into it, you can still feel an empty feeling. There is no burial in the entire palace, just like Ian's original prediction.
Of course.
There are also unexpected things.
This is really a tomb.
What attracted his attention the most in the entire palace was the coffin located in the middle of the palace. It was not suspended or flickered, and it was placed there like a very ancient ordinary object.
Old and quiet.
Above the coffin, a line of Luen's words emitting a glimmer of light floated. The words slowly rotated in the air, as if there was life. Both of them stepping onto the lines of words.
[Death is a great gift]
The words are swaying.
"What does it mean?"
Ian was quite confused when he saw this line of text. "You ask me?"
Melin was a little powerless to complain.
"Open the coffin, great wizard."
Ian took a deep breath. His fingers unconsciously clenched the wand, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to the force. How could he not be nervous when facing a place that seemed to be his destination?
"Okay."
Merlin glanced at Ian, saw the little wizard's uneasiness, but did not refuse. He raised his hand, chanted a few spells in a low voice, and added several layers of protective magic to himself.
Immediately.
So slowly walked to the front of the coffin. However, after careful examination, Meilin was shocked to find that there was no magic fluctuation on the coffin, not even the simplest protective spell. He unwillingly looked around carefully and tried to find any possible traces of magic or traps.
The result is still nothing.
The coffin is there.
It looks like an ordinary wooden box that cannot be more ordinary.
Merlin frowned and looked back at Ian for several times, with doubt and confusion in his eyes. But Ian just stood there, still staring at the coffin as if waiting for something. "It's so strange."
Merlin muttered in a low voice, probably believed Ian's previous identity information. He turned around and faced the coffin, pressed his hands on the lid, and pushed hard.
"Crazy~"
The coffin lid was not as heavy as imagined, but was a bit unexpectedly light. As the lid of the coffin slowly slid open, Meilin's eyes fell on the inside of the coffin.
"Huh?"
The next second, his body suddenly froze, and the expression on his face instantly frozen. Seeing that Merlin was still motionless, Ian couldn't help but feel more nervous.
"What's inside?"
The little wizard asked.
But Merlin didn't answer, and still maintained that stiff posture, as if something was fixed. "Speak? Petrified?" Ian became very alert and suspected that Merlin had fallen into the trap. He even began to wonder if Merlin was gone, would he have to become Merlin's appearance and replace Merlin's history.
And at this moment.
"×&%￥#@, ￥#@§☆548%!$#71^&%!$#&%￥..." Without warning, Mei Lin suddenly started to curse.
This immediately made the little wizard feel relieved and a strong sense of curiosity arise in his heart. What did Merlin see? She actually scolded her even more unpleasantly than when she was about to fall! "What's the matter?"
Ian quickly walked forward and looked at the inside of the coffin. There was indeed a corpse lying in the coffin, but the corpse was not at all matched with the coffin that was large enough to hold a tall 1.9 meters tall.
The body is very small.
It's probably only the size of a baby.
"Ah?"
Ian was stunned.
See only.
The feathers of the corpse are as dark as the night, with a faint luster, as if they had just fallen from the night sky, without shriveling, and time has not affected it at all.
"How can I be a bird!"
Yes.
Ian saw a colorful black raven.
(This chapter ends)