Cultivating Immortals For All: I Can Modify The Script Of Life

Chapter 440: Mysterious Black Smoke, Gloomy Tomb

It wasn't black smoke, nor was it the star shining, but a dark halo, like strands of black silk protruding from the void, floating slowly.

"magic?"

Li Ang was stunned, "Magic talisman paper?"

He has heard that magicians use talisman paper to cast various powerful spells, such as wand waving, magic Robe tremor, magic scroll release, element aggregation, and spell reflection. This is an extremely high-end skill that only magic apprentices and Only low-level mages can do it, and it often takes decades of hard training.

Thrall is a second-level high-rank magician, only one step away from a magister. It stands to reason that it is impossible to cast magic with talisman paper.

Li Ang focused his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to pinch the edge of the talisman paper, tore it off suddenly, and then wiped off the residue with his fingertips.

The talisman paper was stained with some faint blood stains, which had not completely faded away, as if it had just been torn from someone's body.

When Thrall died, someone sneaked into his tomb and stole the talisman and Thrall's magic book.

Li Ang looked up and looked around, everything in his vision was gray and without light, but the trees and grass in the distance could shine some light, giving people a gloomy atmosphere.

"Hula~"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out of nowhere, the leaves rustled, and a distorted and ugly face suddenly appeared on the trunk of a thick oak tree.

He stared at Li Ang with his scarlet eyes, his lips parted and he made a low voice.

"Thal, you are finally dead."

Li Ang snorted coldly, clenched his fists, and smashed hard on the oak tree trunk, breaking the huge oak tree in half.

The moment the oak tree snapped, the gray mist that had enveloped the cemetery quickly dissipated, revealing the truth.

It was a mausoleum composed of graves and tombstones.

Beside each grave stood a flag, waving in the wind, with ancient, tongue-in-cheek script that vaguely matched Thrall's name.

The number of tombs exceeds at least a thousand, and this is just the tip of the iceberg of the mausoleum complex. There are still more tombs in the depths, and the phosphorescent and will-o’-the-wisps, bright or dark, flicker in the darkness, like ghosts protruding from The Underworld. Claws, hesitating, creepy.

Li Ang scanned around and found several slightly familiar figures, namely Archimonde, Ofina, Patton, Yi Ge and so on.

All of them wore heavy armor and carried long swords, standing beside the tombs of their respective masters, staring straight ahead.

"How do they know that Sal is dead? I clearly remember throwing Sal's body into the coffin with my own hands."

Li Ang scratched his head, wondering: "Could it be that the content of our conversation was leaked to the Magic Council?"

"No, not right."

He shook his head again, "The magicians of the Magic Council are all lunatics. They would rather destroy themselves than be controlled by others. Even if we did speak in their ears, it is absolutely impossible to know that Thrall is dead."

He thought for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Hey, it seems that their target is Thrall!"

"Thal's magic book?"

Li Ang rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, "Couldn't there be legendary magicians buried in these tombs?

Are their souls imprisoned in their graves? "

Such a thought popped up in his mind, and he quickly overturned it.

"No, if the graves are all the corpses of magicians, then Thrall should have been dug up.

If Thrall had been buried alive, he wouldn't have had to design the ritual. "

Li Ang was lost in thought.

"No matter what their purpose is, I finally completed the task and was able to go home."

He patted the dust off his clothes, and pouted towards a fresh urn, "Sal is already dead, it's useless to keep these things, take them all away."

After speaking, he walked towards the end of the cave.

After walking out of the tomb, he saw an open stone door. A five-meter-long metal battle ax was hung on the door. The blade of the ax was rusty and mottled, and it was filled with strong fluctuations of magic energy, showing its great value.

Li Ang took the ax down, stuffed it into the ring, and continued to move forward.

The deeper you walk in the cave, the more lifelike the statues on the walls become.

They wear armor, ride horses, wear bull head crowns, and carry bows and spears.

These are the armies of Saruman's reign. Although they are dilapidated, they still show the traces of battle.

"After so many years, there are still so many magic weapons left?"

Li Ang was amazed. Along the way, he encountered many demonized monsters, including gnolls, ghouls, skeleton soldiers, snake-scorpion spiders and so on.

It didn't take him much effort to clear the entire cave, and came to the bottom of the cave, where rows of stone boxes were displayed.

Li Ang first picked out a few well-preserved, newer-colored, ornately shaped boxes, opened them, and found that they were filled with exquisite jewelry, various medicines, and even a lot of alchemy potions.

This put Li Ang in a good mood, and was about to continue searching when the soil under his feet suddenly collapsed.

"kindness?"

Li Ang let out a low cry, keenly sensing the danger, and threw himself forward without thinking. At the same time, he pushed his right leg to the ground and rolled sideways to avoid the collapsed ground.

Boom! !

With a muffled sound, countless cracks burst out of the solid rocky ground, densely intertwined.

"This underground cave is strange. After Thrall died, he became a wraith, guarding this batch of precious heritage, and refused to let outsiders touch it; but his body was thrown into the wilderness, and he didn't even bury it..."

Li Ang lay on the pothole, looking at the gray-white gas surging in the abyss, "Since Thrall is dead, why do these wraiths help me?

Could it be that……"

He raised his head and looked through the hole to the black and boundless sky.

The sky seems to be pieced together by huge meteorites, and the surface of each meteorite is covered with complicated, obscure and mysterious textures.

This is the [World Barrier] rumored in the magic world, preventing the arrival of the Lich King.

On the other side of the world barrier, there is a vast and vast world—it is said that it is located outside the world, the region where the gods live, and the temples, kingdoms, and heavens where many gods have fallen.

Li Ang withdrew his gaze and stared at the grave in front of him.

Surrounded by endless vengeful spirits, several majestic sculptures stood quietly on the spot, wearing black Magical Robe and silver trim, with golden badges hanging on their chests, and their postures were straight.

One of the statues holds a scepter in its right hand, and a crystal clear crystal ball is suspended on the top of the scepter, emitting soft light to expel darkness.

The other sculpture is a cylindrical object about six or seven feet long, with spike-like edges and corners all over the surface, two slender horns at the top, and three chains hanging from the end.

"Who are these two statues?"

Li Ang frowned and looked at the two unfamiliar sculptures. The one on the left was probably Thrall himself, while the one on the right was probably the legendary magician.