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Li Xun and Shadow Dragon Moros have an agreement!

As long as he can stand out in a large-scale battle, then he can get a rule fragment here at Li Xun.

According to Li Xun's meaning, there are so many battles to fight in the Novis battlefield. Although Moros wants to do this, it is not easy, but as long as he works hard, there is still great hope.

Unfortunately, Li Xun underestimated Moros' ambition and guts.

Taking advantage of the great victory of the Huayu Plain Cemetery, Moros secretly led the 60 bone dragon troops to Sochi.

The city of Sochi is the city occupied by the necromancers who insisted on sticking to the negotiations with Novis.

Without swords and swords, no **** fighting, leaving more than 60 men outside, Moros even broke into a nearly two hundred necromancers and 600,000 undead hoards in Sochi.

No one knows how he persuaded the group of Necromancers to threaten them, and he didn't need to know. Anyway, when he walked out of Sochi, a news that shocked the entire Novis came out.

The necromancer hoarding Sochi announced his surrender!

The main reason for the selection of surrender of these batches of Necromancers may be the destruction of the sea of ​​1.5 million undead corpses. Of course, among them, the sky-bone dragon that almost overturned the entire city of Sochi. The near and far threats gathered together, so that the necromancers who were abandoned at the end of the road could only bow their heads and chose to surrender.

Although this "credit" seriously said that the relationship with Moros was not serious, but the necropolis still could only record the merits on Moros.

So, less than two days before the end of the previous battle, Moros speculatively completed the agreement with Li Xun.

Undead cunning!

This is Li Xun's helpless judgment.

But he was very happy to give the Shadow Shard to Shadow Dragon Moros, after all, it also means the enhancement of the legendary strength of the necropolis, right?

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The heavy stone door opened slowly in front of Moros.

The led acolyte walked silently in front of him with a dim dilapidated oil lamp that couldn't even reach a meter away. Most of his figure was immersed in boundless shadows, making people unrealistic.

The open and narrow corridors are covered with dark moss and dark spots. At first glance, they are in disrepair and neglected to maintain. But somehow, since stepping into these twists and turns of the deep corridors, Moros had some hair inexplicably in his heart. He always felt that there were a pair of creepy eyes in the depths of those corridors watching him.

After strenuously squeezing through a narrow stone gate, Moros finally sighed.

Due to his huge size, it is impossible to enter the private treasure house of the cemetery anyway, but under the casting effect of malicious transformation, he became a servant as expected. Yes, he is now a deformed acolyte with a height of less than 2 meters, but his body circumference has reached 3 meters! More importantly, he still dragged a thick long tail half a meter long behind him.

At this moment, even Moros was not sure. The malicious morphing technique performed by the master acolyte close to him failed, or was it deliberately so! But when he thought that the other party could ignore his magic resistance and turn himself into such a deformed acolyte, Moros felt that he was honest and better.

After turning around countless twists and turns, Rao's acolyte finally stopped in front of a dark and dark stone gate. I didn't see him recite magical spells, nor did he perceive special magical fluctuations. The heavy stone door slid silently into the rock wall on one side.

Bright colored lights projected from the inside, but came to an abrupt halt at the door of the stone room, as if there was an invisible barrier that separated the door into two different worlds. There was already a turbulent wave inside, but the outside was dull and silent.

As Moros was so close, it was only one step away from the transparent door, and it was already possible to "see" with naked eyes the strong almost substantive wave of magic within the stone chamber. But when he closed his eyes and looked closely, he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of magic power.

At this point Moros had to sigh that the owner's private treasure trove indeed had all kinds of surprising means of protection. If it were n’t for the prized items that were too precious, I ’m afraid I have n’t had a chance to appreciate the taste of the top secrets.

As for this secret, Moros only knows that it should be in the Undercity, but it is unknown where it is. Because he can come here, but he sent directly from a secret teleportation array in the wizard tower of the Undercity. According to the feeling of teleportation, it should be a short teleportation array.

So Moros dared to assert that he must be still underground at the moment, not far from the Undercity. However, the specific direction perception and space perception are very disordered here, certainly because of the quirky patterns and special rune lines on the surrounding stone walls.

Here, Moros has never seen anyone other than this acolyte. It seems that this is all about roads, and there are only dark people in the underground maze everywhere. But Moros had a feeling that once he really had any wrongdoing, I'm afraid he wouldn't want to step out of this labyrinth in this life.

"Go in." The hooded acolyte had no traces of skin all over his body, and his voice was low and dry when he spoke: "Remember, you only have the right to choose one item. You can't take it more, don't mess it up What belongs to you, otherwise ... "

The rest of the acolyte didn't say much, but the experience along the way has made Moros know that this place is not trivial, and can only nod his answer.

As soon as the forefoot crossed the invisible barrier, Moros was itchy with nose and hair irritated by the magical breath coming from his face, and he sneezed several times in a row. The bright fluorescent light that was blocked just now was projected on Moros' face unobscured, making him narrow his eyes to barely be able to see.

Here, the fluctuation of magic power is too fierce, and the use of mental perception to explore will cause great errors, so it is better to observe it directly with the naked eye.

This is a primitive treasure room with simple furnishings. There is nothing in the large space except for three or two rows of wooden shelves and stone platforms. There are not many treasures displayed on wooden shelves and stone platforms, but each one has all kinds of unique magical atmosphere and magical fluctuations. Numerous psychedelic dazzling colors are emitted from these treasures, dyeing the entire space with a layer of illusory and blurred colors.

Legendary treasure!

Moros dared to assert that the lowest-ranked items in this treasure room are those legendary treasures. And the rest ... I am afraid the value is above the legendary treasure!

Moros moved his unfamiliar body and walked slowly between the wooden frames. Pieces of strange-shaped treasures, wonders and magic materials kept coming into his eyes.

The bow is a magic bow, and the appearance should be a different kind of treasure from the elven clan, which is amorous and restrained. At first glance, it is not an ordinary ordinary product. This kind of elven longbow, even within the elven family, is a rare boutique. I am afraid it is also a famous treasure in history!

It is a pity that the inscription formed by the winding of flower branches on the elf's long bow is too obscure. Moros even opened his eyes and didn't know a word, and could only pass with regret.

stone.

The second one that caught Moros's eyes was a weird stone with a fist-sized and gentle jade. Unlike other treasures, this stone is bright and introverted, with no breath at all, as if it were just a relatively smooth cobblestone.

But what can be stored in the personal treasure house by the owner of the cemetery?

Most ordinary treasures have the ability to condense the elemental power on their own, so the more violent the magical reaction they emit, the higher the rank of the treasure. However, this experience can only be applied to ordinary treasures. Those real top-level treasures, on the contrary, are extremely restrained in magical atmosphere, and they are completely invalid by ordinary means of identification.

However, Moros is not a commonplace that only judges the value of items based on the strength of the magic reaction. He has another set of means to identify treasures, that is, "smell"!

Since advancing to the Holy Order, Moros has had a vague sense of perception and understanding of the power of the rules of the world and the corresponding laws derived from it. And those real treasures often have a breath of law.

Now Moros is most sensitive to the taste of the law!

On the nose, Moros stepped back a few times in the face of upheaval.

Fuck, this is the taste of natural law!

A stone can actually contain the smell of natural law, which is not a matter of reason!

While complaining, Moros avoided the stone from a distance.

The laws of nature and the laws of life are both natural enemies of the laws of death. Although such treasures are certainly rare, for Moros, who is full of death, he is not hesitant to wear intestinal poison, but it is better to stay away.

With this pair of noses, Moros smelled on the left and right, and one by one has appreciated those rare and unusual rare treasures, and finally came to a stone platform.

On the ancient and old stone platform, there are three mysterious crystals of yellow beans in order, and a wave of law that makes Moros reversed and drunk is surging in the void, so that he can no longer walk after he comes here. Too.

Is it, is it, is it!

This must be the great wonder that the Lord of the Cemetery promised to reward him-the Fragment of Law.

Moros suppressed his restless mood, and began to get closer to the three pieces of the law. He could not help sniffing and sniffing, and carefully tasted the weak and subtle differences in the breath of the law.

Although no one has introduced him to the differences between the rule fragments, this does not prevent Moros from adhering to his most intuitive feelings. He has a feeling that he can only get the greatest improvement if he chooses the right piece of law that best suits himself.

In the process of promotion to the legend, any loss of potential is a huge regret in the future!

Therefore, in the long and focused sense of body odor, Moros turned his attention to one of the law fragments.

When he finally couldn't bear the torment of his heart, when he carefully pinched the fragment of beige law in his hands with his fingers, he suddenly turned around and his body was inhaled into a free space by a strong force. Among the singularities.

At the next moment, Moros's uncharacteristic four-legged feet fell into a public teleportation array in the Teleport Plaza of the Undercity, and the fragment of law was tightly stored in his hands.

Moros got up on his bones, not paying attention to the strange eyes cast by the corpses around, and disappeared in front of everyone.

Seeing his whereabouts is exactly where the dragon tomb is!