"Do you see the three paths in front?"
Looking at the three paths in front of him, Mai'er said with a serious expression.
In front of him, the black tree and the silver tree stood in Silence, splitting the path into three paths.
On the path in the middle, rays of golden light spread out and spread across the path, giving off a holy aura.
On the left, the silver tree stood in Silence, its silver leaves swaying gently, giving off rays of silver light. It looked holy and beautiful.
As for the rightmost path, it was filled with an expanse of black, and it seemed extremely ordinary and without any abnormality.
There were three paths for people with different identities to pass through.
"Only the master of the tomb has the right to pass through the middle path. If this unknown master still has a corpse, he should have entered the tomb through this path."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Mai'er said, "Only the tomb master or the tomb master's descendants or relatives have the right to pass through this path. If anyone else takes this path, there will be unpredictable consequences."
"The silver path on the left, if I'm not mistaken, represents a guest. Only those who are welcomed have the right to take this path."
"What about the last path?"
Raman asked as he looked at the path in front of him.
"Of course, it's prepared for those who are not welcomed."
Mai'er's expression was calm, but his gaze was serious, "Of course, if you think you will be welcomed, you can try the path on the left. However, if you fail, the consequences will be worse than the path on the right."
"What kind of bullsh * t rules and etiquette are these?"
Hearing this, Raman frowned, unable to understand the purpose of this.
If they really did not want people to pass through, they could just seal the path. Looking at the level of the ruins in front of them, two official Sorcerers would not be able to resist, yet they had to set up such a ceremony at the entrance.
"This is a death ceremony passed down from ancient times. It has its own meaning."
Mai'er did not deny it and pointed at a stone tablet a few meters away.
"This is the agreement and contract between the living and the dead … Outsiders who step on the path of death, if they do not pass the appraisal, will have their souls devoured and bound by the Tree of Death, turning them into the Sun Emperor's protectors …"
Looking at the stone tablet in the distance and the words written on it in Olan language, Raman read it word by word and his face paled.
"Do you understand now?"
Mairdo turned around and looked at the stone tablet in front of him. After a while, he raised his arm and pointed at the trees in front of him. "These are the Trees of Death. If you die on the road, your soul will be sucked into these trees and sealed in this tomb forever to protect the ruins."
"Is there any way to break it?"
Raman looked at the stone tablet and asked with a frown.
"Of course."
Mairdo turned around and looked at his face. Suddenly, a sinister smile appeared on his face. "I will sacrifice you all! Naturally, I'll be able to pass through!! "
Boom!!
A violent explosion sounded out, as if something had suddenly exploded. A blood-red figure appeared in front of Raman, holding a machete in his hand as he slashed at the enemy.
Bang!!
The high-speed blade slashed through the air, creating a miserable tearing sound. The blood-red machete trembled slightly, letting out a low cry that sounded like a baby's wailing. It was extremely terrifying.
This slash landed on Mairdo's body. The wind from the slash was as if it had landed on a thick piece of flesh. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, dyeing the ground red.
Following a bang, Raman fell heavily on the ground. There was a long wound on his chest, and one could even see his internal organs.
"You … Why!!"
Raman widened his eyes after receiving such a heavy blow from his comrade. He stared at Mai 'er in disbelief, his eyes filled with a heavy sense of confusion.
"Hehe … Didn't you want to know how to pass through this path? It's actually very simple. "
Mairdo stood there with a blood-red machete in his right hand. He had a sinister smile on his face. Coupled with his blood-red robe, he looked like a demon that had crawled out from a battlefield, "Other than relying on your own strength to pass through, anyone who wants to pass through the Lost Path only needs to sacrifice an equivalent amount of soul as a price.
Otherwise, do you think I would be so kind as to share the ruins that I found with you? "
A crazy voice sounded in front of him. Before he finished speaking, a blood-red machete slashed down with a blood-red wind.
Raman barely managed to move his body and roll to the side, dodging the blade in an extremely thrilling manner.
The machete that slashed through the air landed on the ground. It was as if it had cut through a piece of tofu. It left a long dent on the ground and sent rocks flying.
"Stop pretending. Do you think I don't know that you're trying to trick me?"
Mairdo was wearing a red robe and holding a blood-red machete. He looked at Raman, who was in a sorry state, and laughed coldly, "Do you think I don't know that you've been preparing to attack me since we entered the ruins?"
"Cough …" A light cough sounded. Although the voice sounded old, it did not sound weak like an old man.
Raman stood up under Mairdo's gaze. The terrifying wound on his chest looked terrifying, but it did not seem to affect him at all.
"I thought that I would have to wait until I saw something worth attacking before I would do this."
Raman stood up as if nothing had happened. His face was cold as he looked at Mordor with his murky eyes as if he was looking at a dead man. "I didn't expect things to end up like this just by staying here."
"What do you know?"
Mairdo laughed coldly, "Do you know what this place is?"
"This is the tomb of the last pure-blooded emperor of the ancient elves. In terms of power, he is at least comparable to a rank 5 Sorcerer, far surpassing the current level of the Sorcerer World."
"Even if only a little of this great existence's things are revealed, it would be worth it for an official Sorcerer to risk his life for. It's only a matter of time before we fall out."
Saying this, he sneered again, "Since I'm going to fall out with him sooner or later, why don't you use your soul to pave the way for me?"
The beautiful blood-red gleam of the machete danced in the air, emitting a soft sound. Just listening to it was enough to make one's head swell and feel uncomfortable.
A powerful spiritual force surged out and suppressed Mairdo's spiritual force. Raman's expression changed, and he looked at Mairdo in disbelief, "You've reached the stage of transformation!"
"Haha! It's too late now! "
Mairdo's movements were ferocious. While Raman was being suppressed, the machete in his hand glowed with a blood-red light and slashed at Mairdo's body, producing a loud sound.
After receiving this blow, half of Raman's body exploded. A violent force flowed through his body and into his body, almost tearing half of his body apart. He completely lost the strength to move.
In the next moment, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, splattering all over Mairdo's body. It was like strong acid, corroding his skin.
An arm covered in wrinkles suddenly stretched out. Although it looked old, it was very powerful. It stabbed forward and pierced through Mairdo's chest. A blood-stained arm emerged from the other end.
Despite the sudden attack, Mairdo seemed unaffected. His face was stained with blood, and he waved the blood-red machete in his hand like a madman.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of violent clashing sounds rang out as a sharp blood-red machete continuously chopped down on Raman's body like it was chopping meat. The machete forcefully chopped Raman into a pile of meat paste that no longer had any shape.
Even so, Raman was not dead yet. There was still a bit of life in his remaining flesh. Flesh was growing, and it looked like it was healing.
"It's over!"
Looking at the pile of flesh in front of him, Mairdo smiled maniacally. He channeled all his magic into the machete in his right hand, causing it to shine with a blood-red light. It looked demonic and bloody, and he slashed down.
Boom!
A loud explosion could be heard.
In front of Mairdo, the pile of flesh that was cut by the blood-red machete exploded. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, dyeing Mairdo's face red.
"Hahahahaha!"
Feeling the life in the flesh disappear, Mairdo laughed maniacally. Coupled with his current glory, he looked like a madman.
After taking the life of an official Sorcerer with his own hands, the machete in his hand changed. The blood on it slowly disappeared, as if it was being absorbed by the machete.
A blazing white light lit up on the spot. Mist slowly rose and condensed into a human figure. It rushed to the large stone tablet in front of it, causing it to emit a faint golden light.
Hiding in a corner, the apprentices watched in Silence. Including Andrew and Ciesti, they were terrified. They did not dare to look at Mairdo.
After Raman died, the Parasitic Spell on them had been removed. Even so, they were still trapped here.
Mairdo's spiritual power was pressing down on them. Not only did it restrict their movements to a certain extent, it also exerted a great deal of pressure on them. If they moved, Mairdo would immediately notice.
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