Chapter 567 The Safest Custodian

Wandering on the vast ocean makes people forget how much time has passed. They only feel that the sun's light refracted on the sea is so dazzling, and the breath of the wind blowing across the sea is a bit hot.

But the retired old mage became more and more interested in the lizard, not only because of the aura, but also because of Taibok.

For the lizard people, magic can sometimes be equated with divine magic. Especially for the ancient saints who control the wind of magic, the manifestation of their divine power is magic.

This greatly overlaps with the theory of divine magic that he is currently studying. If it were not for the accompanying Sun Legion guarding him, the old mage could already be called academic colleagues with the Lizard.

When he saw the bustling wharf of Marienburg, Berannar, who knew that the trip would be over soon, sighed and said to Imrik, who was waiting for someone,

"I often thought something strange happened to Caledo. I didn't expect that your mage is not good at magic research. Instead, a dinosaur lizard is proficient in various spells. Even Slann's unique high-level magic is involved, which makes people suspicious. Did Caledo trade his brains for force?"

Imric still maintains the necessary respect for his son's court teacher. Although Belannar has taught someone like Teclis, his teacher's quality is still excellent. This is reflected in the Amulet of Hoth that Eltharion carries with him. You can see it.

"In a sense, you are right. Being able to fight is the most important thing. The rest can be considered later."

"That's all, if I have a chance, I'd like to go to Lustria."

"Of course, this is your freedom, but we should leave this matter for later."

Berannar was silent for a long time, not about Lustria, but about what was going to happen next.

"The Book of Nagash is not something worth guarding. The White Tower of Hoth found a volume a long time ago, but it was quickly returned to Nehekhara. The relics of the Necromancer not only carried him power, and evil will.”

"I have never had the idea of ​​the Book of Nagash. Caledor does not need such evil things to increase its power. The dead should lie in the cemetery quietly instead of causing trouble for the living all over the world."

Imric put his hand on the hilt of the sword. The important prop for this trip is the Book of Nagash. This evil plaything has two functions. First, it brings Arkhan and Manfred out, and secondly, it It is to prevent Nagash from resurrecting.

The Eight Winds plan is completely Lilith's escape plan. Since the wind of death will not escape, the significance of the Lord of the Dead against Chaos will be greatly reduced. What's more, his daughter may be targeted as a sacrifice. This thing must be Take it away.

"I hope you understand what you are doing. It is best to keep it in a safe place for safekeeping. But no matter how strong the seal is, Nagash can still affect people's minds." Berannar looked a little worried and stopped him. Excessive exploration of strength is also the responsibility of a teacher.

"If Caledor lacks the experience of keeping such an evil thing, I might be able to ask the Archmage Council to put it in the basement of the White Tower of Hoth..."

Imric turned his head and received a pair of sincere eyes. He secretly said that the old mage was indeed not like his two students. After that, one was more ruthless than the other. Even someone like him who had not much relationship with him was willing to reach out. Helping hand.

"No need for this, I have found an extremely safe place, and its custodian will never be affected by Nagash, or vice versa."

The old mage thought for a moment. In the safest place, the custodian would not be affected by Nagash, and would even reverse its will. A possibility appeared in his mind.

"Big whirlpool..."

"Yes, I plan to send the Book of Nagash into the maelstrom. If the power of the Necromancer is comparable to that of the Chaos Gods, it will have no effect no matter where it is placed."

Berannar felt that Nagash might have met his nemesis. If others talked about sending things into the maelstrom, as the person who best understood this super magic in the world, he did not think this was possible.

But Imrik is a little unsure, maybe there is a way to send it in.

"Then you'd better tell Tigris first to avoid misunderstandings in the Archmage Council. The Island of Death is a restricted area. Even you..." Berannar was about to say that he would be lost in the dream, but thought of Im With Rick's strength, even if he forced his way in, no one would be able to stop him.

The most powerful guardians are all their ancestors, and there is no way to stop this forbidden area.

"Well, I will inform you in advance."

After the waiting people came up from the hanging basket, Imric stopped communicating and looked at Davian who was carrying an iron suitcase.

Davian first saluted the prince, and then greeted Béranal, his eyes twitching slightly, asking if he should explain it here.

After receiving a positive reply, the Dragon Prince raised his suitcase. His face looked extremely serious compared to the previous irregularity, and there were many bloodshot eyes in Wei Ran's eyes.

"There are two volumes of the Book of Nagash in it. Three days ago, a strong aura of death suddenly broke out in it. As a last resort, I had no choice but to use your blood to open it. It took a long time to calm it down."

Ignoring Berannar's surprise at hearing the word blood, Imric took the suitcase, drew his sword and cut his fingers, letting the bright red liquid drip.

There was a crack in the iron box with no cracks to be found, and a lot of black smoke came out from it under the scorching sun. It had no special smell, but it could kill a living person in just a few seconds.

"Submit to me and you will gain endless power."

"I am Nagash, the Lord of the Dead, the Master of the Black Pyramid, the King of Khemri, the Tyrant of the Endless Yellow Sand..."

"The gods succumb to my power, the living die in darkness, and the Kingdom of Silence will soon come!"

Countless murmurs appeared along with the black smoke, and the evil curse became reality. The power of the Book of Nagash was far less powerful than the Crown of the Dead. The artifact that made a green-skinned boy become a warlord was also the Queen of Sigmar in the past. The source of half a lifetime of pain.

But even if it was just a book recording necromancy, the other two people present immediately used defensive magic to resist. This had nothing to do with fear. No one wanted to have an unpleasant smell of death on their bodies.

Berannar, who cast the Wind of Light defensive magic, glanced at Davian in surprise. The Dragon Prince actually only cast defensive magic on himself and did not provide the prince with any means of protection.

Thinking it was due to the young man's recklessness, the old mage planned to expand the magic range to prevent Imrik from being affected, but what happened next surprised him.

Imrik withdrew his sword, took out two papyrus books from the iron box, and held them tightly with his palms. Those consciousnesses that were still exuding curses actually wailed, praying for release. (End of chapter)