The Black Scepter

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After continuing to visit a series of dazzling and shocking collections, Murphy saw one of the most obscure collections in this room-or the only item without strong magic fluctuations.

A tarot card buckled on the stone platform is dazzling and unique.

Murphy gently lifted this quaint, no longer quaint tarot card, and found that the character in it turned out to be Yi Zur? Windsor, and the label in the upper left corner... the number 0.

The first of the twenty-two cards of the big Arcana!

Fool.

In the center of the Tarot card, Yi Zuer with an uninhibited smile points his hands at both sides, which is almost the same as the oil painting gesture hanging on the wall.

Ordinary people may not think there is any mystery in this, but Della once said in a demonstration of the control element blade for Morpheus: the portrait or pattern left by the great magician often has more than his surface. The next property is also valuable.

Looking closely at the tarot card in his hand, he found a paragraph written in small fonts at the border: "Four things to fool: seeing through, reluctant, unable to lose, unable to put down"

Is this the "Fool"?

Putting down the tarot card, Murphy walked to the portrait. The side of the frame was also handwritten, but it was not clear. Murphy thought about it and moved to the only chair in the showroom-that is The former Emperor Andrew III of the Fording Empire was sitting on the wooden chair before beheading his head after being judged as a traitor by the usurper, and the last words carved with his nails remained on it: "Although fate often defeats virtue to avoid unfortunate Efforts, but when we suffer misfortune, fate cannot stop us from taking it reasonably."

Standing on this chair, whose historical significance is greater than its value, Murphy saw clearly the handwriting on the frame—

"Unable to see through interpersonal entanglements, hidden injuries after battles, blandness in hustle and bustle, tranquility after prosperity; reluctant to be once wonderful, unsuccessful years, vanity in high places, applause for complacent; unable to lose a feeling Loss, a loss of life; people and things that have gone far away, right and wrong that have long been sealed."

Slightly stunned, with respect in his heart, Murphy was sure that Yi Zuer was a real "foolish man", and he was very wise.

The status of the tarot card is not very understandable by Murphys. It is almost a "fashionable person" in an era on the mainland. It is definitely a terrifying achievement to be ranked first. It seems to be just words like warnings. Prompt, but after thinking about it, Murphy took out the wand he carried with him, hesitated, and then let the Phoenix Wood wand touch the oil painting frame and gently let the crystal wire touch.

Smooth and stable, Murphy saw a line of writing that appeared in the frame, which was a word re-spelled by a few letters of all the words in the words on its border.

"the truth."

Murphy's eyes lit up-this time it seemed a little doorway.

In the same way, the handwriting displayed on Tarot spelled out a word: "Underfoot."

Instinctively, Murphy saw the dark floor, which seemed to have a completely different material from the outside of the house. He squinted and bent slightly to squat and knocked, and found that he could not hear any echo.

Nibro Blackstone.

The "Material Appraisal Foundation" attached to the magic array science makes Murphy understand that the floor underneath is a precious magic array material worth more than the same volume of gold. It is usually only used on the epic defensive circle, which may be used by Constantine. The magic circle built with different materials can only be owned by the royal family and a few nobles of the Duke level-not because of its high price, but because the magic circle targeted by this magic circle is too high-end, and the ordinary nobles want to use it but cannot find it at all. Go to the level of "III" above the magician to portray.

Duke Akar and Murphy didn't seem to notice the floor under their feet before.

But there is no trace of magic circle on the floor. The so-called truth at the foot seems to be very obvious. Murphy, as the head of the venerable Windsor, is the only one who meets the heir qualifications and is a magician after his death. Man, at this moment made his only choice-point the wand at the ground.

The energy of the crystal wire is almost unreservedly cast out. According to common sense, if it is an ordinary slate ground, the energy will not be consumed, but at this moment Murphy feels the suction of the energy under the foot as if it dries up and suddenly absorbs rain! But this suction made Murphy's small crystal filament energy quickly face exhaustion. He lifted his wand and he hesitated for a moment, but he finally reached out and picked up the neat "no flaw" placed not far away. "The fiery red crystal nucleus, the wand condenses an element drill bit, and gently penetrates into the surface of the crystal nucleus placed on the ground. The seemingly hard crystal nucleus melts and disintegrates when it touches the element drill bit, and then sprays out thinly. The energy exploded like a volcano, but before it was radiated to the surroundings, it was drawn to the seemingly calm black surface by the seemingly infinite suction of the ground!

The magical guidance of Nebro Black Stone can theoretically allow all elements within a half-meter to become stable and automatically use its internal energy to activate the magic circle. From this point, it can be seen that Murphys does not read so much. book.

But in fact, it is very dangerous for a fire crystal nucleus to break through such a brutal method. Unless he understood the true nature of this material ground, he would not dare to do so, otherwise a lot of energy will spew out, although it will not explode Will cause the nearby temperature to rise linearly in the enclosed space, and then cause a series of upheaval.

However, at this moment his eyes were already a spectacle. The red light of a whole red crystal nucleus was absorbed by the dark black stone underneath his feet and gradually became smaller, and finally disappeared silently.

Murphys touched gently, the ground was still cold, it seemed that these energies were far from reaching the so-called magic array start benchmark energy-in the second and third crystal nucleus worth more than ten thousand Aztec gold coins by Murphys After being pierced, this magic array that made Murphy excited was finally showing its proper posture.

Numerous lines emerged, and the pattern covered more than 30 square meters, but Murphy didn’t know the function of the magic circle in front of him, but he hadn’t waited until he wanted to withdraw from the area covered by this magic circle. Suddenly pulled him towards the center of the distance array!

Activation without warning.

The black floor had crimson-red lines like magma, and a rotating black hole in the center. Murphy turned over with conditioned reflex and tried his best to catch something, but found that he just grabbed the table closest to him in vain. A scroll and crystal nucleus were dragged into the bottomless abyss by huge suction without delay, and everything disappeared in the center of this locked showroom...

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"Click."

Murphy wanted to stand up in the dark environment, but stepped on something, he narrowed his eyes and immediately stopped his movements-after being a hunter for eight years, he knew what he was stepping on, it was a rodent Animal-like fragile bones.

The wand was always clenched tightly, and his breath was suppressed. Murphy first pinned the reel he had just grabbed on his belt, and put the crystal nucleus into the leather pocket around his waist. At the tip of the stick, the light is not strong, but he can see all the sights within ten meters around him.

Dungeon?

The surrounding scenes should be darker, darker, more humid and humid. Obviously, there has been no sunshine for many years, but the air has not deteriorated. Obviously, there are good ventilation measures, simple style, obvious artificial traces, but not exquisite but extremely gloomy.

Murphy turned around, and seemed to be in the middle of a low hall, with a thick layer of dust beneath his feet. Before he could see the specifics of the crushing, there was a noise in front of him.

The sound of the chain dragging on the ground.

With the dagger straight in front of his chest, Murphy could not fight in a completely black environment. The magic light of the wand was much greater, and a stone door at the end of the hall showed several figures that made Murphy squint.

Humanity?

Absolutely not. Their eyes are grey and white, with cast iron handcuffs and shackles that were only available hundreds of years ago, but the iron chains have been broken, the skin is pale and decayed, and the body is dirty and smelly. In addition to aggression, gaze is still aggression.

"Fresh...meat..."

Six figures ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ suddenly changed dramatically in the whisper of echoes in the lobby-in three seconds, the guy who had just been similar to the ordinary middle-aged body became a tall werewolf with dark hair!

The ambiguous words echoed beside Murphy's ear. He was wise to have no unnecessary nonsense. Since he had come to this secret room that he could not return because of a slight impulse for a long time, he was already prepared for the worst. .

The next second, Murphy made his most correct action-sprint, the dagger in his hand slashed out without reservation!

Facing a few guys who seemed to want to use Murphy's belly, he answered with the Naples magic steel dagger in his hand.

The element at the top of the wand condensed into a short spear, and Murphy stepped out in one step, sprinting out of the shape of the off-string arrow, and the werewolf who raised the claw was directly cut off by Murphys, and then kicked in the abdomen The huge body flying backwards hit the wall with a muffled sound!

The wand pierced the heart of another werewolf, Murphy turned to dodge, and the dagger pierced his eyes again! The sword is flying, the blood is everywhere!

The strength of the six werewolves seems to be unable to reach the level of **** knights because of hunger, but the actions are fierce and unambiguous. Even at the risk of being cut into pieces, they still have no fear-perhaps because they no longer have any The more you can lose, the more crazy your actions will be.

Two minutes later, Murphy stood in the middle of the hall, panting slightly, and covered in blood.

The corpse shattered beside him, and the six werewolves attacked head-on, slashing Murphy's robe three times in the dark.

The **** smell was unusually strong, and Murphy did not hesitate to start moving in the opposite direction of the werewolf's appearance-because he heard footsteps echoing in the distance. "Hospitable" creatures!