"It's a pity about this sword …"
Adil pulled out the sword from the corpse on the ground. Looking at the broken black sword in his hand, he felt a little regretful.
This sword had accompanied Adil for many years. He had been using it ever since he became a Knight.
This sword was given to him personally by Count Boria, so it had a special meaning to Adil.
Unfortunately, as Adil's power grew, the enemies he faced were also getting stronger. It was fine when he was a Knight or even a Grand Knight, but now that he was an official Wizard, this sword made of Black Rui Steel was no longer presentable. Now, it was broken in a fight.
Sighing, Adil put away the broken sword. He planned to restore it to its original state when he returned and keep it as a souvenir.
Putting away the sword, Adil picked up the blood-red scimitar on the ground and looked at it in Silence.
In his line of sight, the blood-red scimitar gave off a faint blood-red glow. It had a bloodthirsty aura and a strong smell of blood.
Holding the scimitar, Adil felt that the blood in his body was flowing faster. His exhausted body glowed with new vitality. Even the injuries on his body were suppressed to a certain extent and were healing at a faster rate.
"A high-grade magic artifact. Although I don't like its appearance, it's enough as a weapon."
After checking the scimitar in his hand, Adil hung it on his waist. He then lowered his head and started to deal with the things on Mai Duo's body.
In the fight just now, Adil had a hard time.
This official Wizard named Mai Duo was very powerful. Not only had he purified his spiritual force to a very high level, he was also a Blood Wizard. In terms of battle strength, he was the strongest person Adil had ever met.
If it weren't for the fact that they were in the mausoleum of the Ancient Elven Emperor and that there was a powerful Wizard Formation that repelled the surrounding energy particles and greatly weakened the effects of the spells, Adil would have had a much more difficult time this time.
As an experienced official Magus and a powerful Blood Magus, he naturally had a lot of items on him.
After a quick search, Adil found many things on Mordor's body.
Apart from some Advanced Magic Stones, there were also many precious materials and a light blue potion.
The potion looked light blue on the outside, and there were strands of gold flowing in the potion. It was like fish swimming in the sea, constantly flowing in the potion.
"This is … purification potion!"
Looking at the bottle of potion, Adil's eyes lit up after a rough examination. "I didn't expect to get this!"
If an official Magus wanted to advance further, he had to think of a way to purify the spiritual force in his sea of consciousness. Only after purifying it to a certain level could he attempt to advance to a rank 2 Magus.
There were very few methods to purify spiritual force in the current Sorcerer World. Purifying potions were the mainstream, but they had been completely monopolized by the major Sorcerer Academies. Very few potions were circulated outside.
"That's right, this is a Blood Magus. With his strength that surpasses that of an official Magus, if he makes enough contributions on the battlefield, it's not impossible for him to get some purifying potions."
Standing on the spot and looking at the corpse on the ground, Adil thought to himself as he put away the potion in his hand.
He no longer had the desire for purifying potions.
The reason why purifying potions were so precious was that they had the effect of purifying spiritual force. This was very rare in the current Magus World, which was why they were so valuable.
On the way here, Adil had obtained a high-grade meditation technique from the Chief Elven Priest who had died many years ago. Although there were only two levels left, and it could only allow one to train all the way to a rank 2 Magus, it still had the ability to purify spiritual force.
However, no one would complain about having too many of these things that could purify spiritual force.
For Adil, even if he had the meditation technique and could purify his spiritual force, if he had some purifying potions, he could still speed up the process of purifying spiritual force.
Even if he did not use it himself, with the value of the purifying potion, he could still exchange it for many good things. At the very least, it would not be a problem to get a spot to go to the Mason Region. There would definitely be many Magus organisations that would be willing to exchange a spot that was not very useful with Adil.
After collecting the things that the corpse had on it, Adil walked towards a corner.
At this moment, his image was somewhat terrible.
His originally clean black robe was now in tatters, and on his chest, a deep scar could be seen clearly. The wound was still bleeding continuously, and there was no way to stop it.
At the side, seeing Adil walk towards them, the three acolytes had different reactions.
Andrew and Ciesti were familiar with each other. Even though they saw Adil walking towards them, they only tensed up subconsciously before returning to normal. At least on the surface, they looked calm.
As for the other female acolyte, her body was already trembling. After seeing Adil walk over, she opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something.
* Boom! *
The sound of flesh being torn apart could be heard.
Under the gazes of Andrew and Ciesti, Adil turned his hand around and slashed at the acolyte's body.
The blood-red scimitar had a unique characteristic. When it slashed at the body, if the opponent's body was not strong enough, the blood in the body would be triggered by the power of the scimitar and explode in the body, creating a bloody scene.
Pieces of flesh and blood splattered everywhere. In an instant, Adil grabbed Andrew and Ciesti's shoulders, and their figures instantly disappeared.
Under the silent night sky, three figures suddenly appeared where they had been, once again returning to the mountain from before.
It was still night time, and the sounds of insects could be heard from the surrounding forest, bringing a wave of vitality to the quiet night.
"We're out?"
Having suddenly returned to the outside world, Ciesti's expression was a little dazed. She looked at Adil beside her, not knowing what she was thinking.
"The Parasitic Spell on your bodies has been removed. Leave this place."
Standing on the spot and looking at Ciesti and Ciesti, Adil said, "I still want to stay here for a while."
"Alright, let's leave first!"
Looking at Adil, before Ciesti could say anything, Andrew spoke first and said to Adil, "Adil, be careful."
As soon as he said this, he walked down the mountain without hesitation, without any hesitation.
Looking at Andrew's figure, and then at Adil beside him, Ciesti was a little hesitant, but in the end, she chose to leave.
Standing alone on the spot, looking at Andrew and Ciesti's figures in the distance, Adil felt a little hesitant. The magic power in his body slowly spread out, and a spell template was already condensed in his spirit sea.
But in the end, he did not move. He only sighed softly, and then his figure disappeared.
Very soon, he returned to the intersection of the paths.
On the spacious path, Maier's headless corpse fell to the ground in Silence. In front of him, an ancient and beautiful stone tablet was shining with a golden light, bringing with it a unique wave.
"The true meaning of the Lost Ceremony, apart from paying respect to the dead, is also a kind of appraisal …"
Standing on the spot and looking at the long path in front of him, Adil muttered to himself, "If they wanted to completely seal their own tomb, they could easily do it with the power of the ancient Sorcerers. Unless it was a Sorcerer of the same level, who else could enter? There was no need to do this at all.
"Rather than saying that this unique ceremony is a defense, it is more like a unique appraisal. It is also a door that the ancient Sorcerers specially opened for the inheritors."
As he spoke, he looked at the three paths in front of him.
Of these three paths, the one in the center was filled with gold, and the power it emitted was similar to the power in the historical remains. It should be the main path.
As for the other two paths, one was silver, and the other was black.
Among them, there was no doubt that the black one was prepared for the unwelcomed. Any Magus would be able to sense the ominous power coming from it.
"There is an inheritance left behind by the Elf Emperor here, and there should be some funerary objects as well."
Standing on the spot, Adil lowered his head and thought, "If I were the Elf Emperor and wanted to leave behind an inheritance, what would I do?"
"If it were me, the true inheritance and treasures would definitely only be taken by my direct descendants, or people who have fulfilled the qualifications to inherit it."
"So, the golden main path in the middle definitely represents the true inheritance of the Elf Emperor. However, apart from the Elf Emperor's bloodline descendants, anyone who leaves will definitely die."
Adil raised his head, "The essence of the inheritance is obviously left for one's own people. As for the less important parts, with the mentality of the Elf Emperor, they should be prepared for their own people."
"From this, it can be deduced that the silver path is definitely prepared for people with Elf bloodline."
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