A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Dear Lord Soth!

I am simply inviting you to a fun game on behalf of the Great Master.

Go through the portal in front of you and you will arrive at an ancient tomb deep in the desert.

It is filled with all kinds of mechanisms, traps, undead creatures and monsters.

As long as you can solve them and find the entrance to the next level, you can get the corresponding rewards.

At the bottom of the tomb, there is also a "Book of the Dead" that records a series of precious necromancy knowledge including transforming lichs and vampires.

If you can find it, it belongs to you.

And I guarantee that during the time you are participating in the game, no one will harass or attack the caravan. "

After reading the content on the letter, Zuo Si immediately frowned subconsciously: "An invitation letter? Let me participate in a game? And there is a reward? What does the other party want to do?"

He really couldn't believe that the mastermind behind such a big disturbance actually made such a seemingly "ridiculous" simple request.

Because he was always accustomed to analyzing problems from a rational and logical perspective, Zuo Si simply could not understand the motivation behind it.

Especially the mysterious man on the sand dune not far away, who has at least mastered high-level magic up to the seventh to eighth rings.

But even so, he is just a servant who obeys the orders of his "master".

How powerful should the "master" who is hiding behind the scenes and controlling everything be?

"What's written in the letter?" Ai LuoLin asked warily.

If the education she had received since childhood had not prevented her from doing anything too rude, she might have grabbed it and taken a look to see if there was any evil conspiracy.

"Don't worry, it's just an invitation.

You mentioned before the powerful evil force that envelopes this land, and you hope that I can play a game with them.

Also, I really don't recommend you touch this letter.

Because if I read it correctly, this thing is made of specially processed humanoid scalp and contains extremely powerful necromancy magic power. "

With that said, Zuo Si spread out the paper with a very special touch in his hand and showed it to Ailuolin.

As we all know, human skin is a frequently used "material" in necromancy magic.

Some books and scrolls that record evil and taboo knowledge often use a large amount of human skin.

In addition, a few mentally twisted and crazy necromancers also use human skin to make gloves, cloaks, boots, belts and other equipment.

Just to add more and more powerful necromancy magic to it.

But few people know that the "skin" on a person's body that can carry the most magical energy is actually the circle above the eyebrow bone and close to the Tianling Cap.

The Archmage of the Undead, Asta, once used a large number of scalps taken from the heads of slaves to create a "Scroll to Rule the Undead."

It can be used to directly control a large number of low-level undead creatures with little intelligence.

"Human skin! How did you tell the difference?" Ailuolin's face changed slightly.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

Zuo Si replied meaningfully, then turned around and said to the businessman who was about to pee his pants out of fear: "Sorry, Bernard. I may have to leave for a while. You and the caravan stay where you are and don't move around."

"Are you...are you sure you want to accept this invitation?" Bernard asked with a slightly trembling voice.

obviously!

The huge portal made of bones and flesh that stood not far away really scared him.

After all, a mere pirate captain Hallet could force him to do nothing before, let alone a high-level spellcaster who was very difficult to mess with at first glance.

"Do you think I have a choice? This letter is written as an invitation and read as a threat. If I dare to refuse, then there will be no living person in the entire caravan. So I must participate in this game, regardless of the other party's purpose What is it?" Zuo Si explained very calmly.

He knew very well that with his current strength, he could at best deal with spellcasters who mastered spells below the sixth level, and whose levels were between LV11 and 12.

A mysterious force like this that can treat anyone who uses seventh- or eighth-level magic at will as a servant, even if it joins forces with Alena, it will be in vain.

What's more, the other party didn't push Zuo Si to a dead end at all, but just invited him to participate in a "little game".

As for similar "games", he had been forced to participate more than once by the Necromancer Asta when he was in the floating city tower.

Almost every few months, all apprentices will be thrown into some unknown wilderness, underground cave, or ancient tomb for assessment.

Only those who find the exit alive are qualified.

As for those who didn't make it out alive, they either turned into rotting and stinking corpses, or were devoured by wild beasts so that only their bones remained.

"Oh - okay. Please be careful, I will lead the caravan here to wait for your safe return."

Bernard sighed slightly, turned back to the middle of the caravan, organized the hired civilians and slaves, and calmed the frightened camels one by one.

Zuo Si stared at the soldiers and followers summoned through cards and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Of course! I can't wait to burn something."

Alena raised her right index finger and released a dazzling red flame on her fingertip.

The soldier slapped his chest hard and replied in a deep voice: "Obeying your orders is the meaning of my existence!"

Hearing the two people's statements, a look of satisfaction flashed in Zuo Si's eyes: "Very good! Let's set off then. We'll leave early and come back early."

"Wait! Master! We want to go with you too!" the werewolf girl Fangus shouted quickly.

"you?"

Looking at these eager little werewolves, Zuo Si couldn't help but smile and shook his head: "Forget it. It's better for you to stay here and protect the caravan. At least you haven't participated in this before completing all the training. Qualifications for playing games.”

"what about me?"

Orc warrior Rhett pointed to his nose.

"You can keep up. But let me state in advance that the mortality rate of participating in this kind of game is very high." Zuo Si gave a straightforward warning.

This is why he initially only chose to bring two creatures summoned by cards into the portal.

After all, you can be resurrected after death.

But Rhett shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said very boldly: "It doesn't matter. From the moment I became a warrior, I knew that I was destined to be accompanied by battle and death. I would rather face a powerful enemy with glory. I would rather die in battle than be a coward who runs away.”

"I like brave and fearless warriors. Let's go and see what interesting things are hidden in this ancient tomb."

After that, Zuo Si signaled the soldier to take the lead and walked into the portal, followed closely by himself as the second, followed by Alena and Rhett.

Finally, there was the paladin Eloline who swore to follow Zuo Si wherever he went.

When all five people passed through the energy vortex and disappeared without a trace, the portal suddenly began to become extremely unstable.

It will automatically shut down in about ten seconds.

Only a huge and extremely bloody portal of flesh and bones was left standing in the desert.

The mysterious man in the sand dunes in the distance stood silently, neither leaving nor approaching, making the entire caravan feel very nervous.

After all, the necromancy spells he had cast before were enough to make most people feel fear and despair.