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"However, I don't think those people would easily give us those two boxes. 【 】" Wang Mo looked around, hesitated for a moment, and said.

"Of course, before you came, I sent a total of thirteen mirror images here to investigate. Each mirror image only survived for ten seconds after it appeared because of the vomiting feeling before, but it also got some information. Most of the NPCs here are at level [-] to [-], civilians are common level creatures, soldiers are elite level." The black robe mage said.

"Does there exist Legendary and Epic?" Wang Mo asked.

"It's not clear, but even if there are, there won't be too many, otherwise they won't be wiped out by the undead disaster so easily. What I mean by this is that with the strength of the two of us, we can slaughter the entire city and then It is also feasible to take away those treasures." The black-robed mage said coldly.

Wang Mo nodded. The NPCs in these games should be people who died thousands of years ago. What Wang Mo and the others see now are mostly illusions that are both true and false. There is no sense of guilt in killing these people. .

"Let's go to the city first, and be careful." Wang Mo said and walked forward.

The black-robed sorcerer also followed behind, his eyes constantly watching the surroundings. In this way, the two walked to the entrance of the gate of the city. They said it was a city, but in fact it was more like a cottage. Even the city wall and the gate were made of wood. When Mo and the black robe mage came here, they were stopped by the guards guarding the gate.

"&...(*%&...￥...%￥"

This group of guys babbled at something that Wang Mo couldn't understand at all. Wang Mo couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the black-robed mage. The latter also shook his head. Neither of them seemed to understand what these people said.

Wang Mo was silent for a moment, as if he suddenly thought of something.Take a smaller wand from your backpack, and cast your spell.There was a bright blue light on the tip of the stick, seeing Wang Mo's actions, the eyes of the two guards couldn't help but widen.

Wang Mo flicked the tip of his staff across the air, drawing a friendly meaning in the ancient common language.

These guys don't necessarily understand Old Common, but 5000 years ago, the words friendly and hostile in Old Common were common across the continent and used to express attitudes.

Seeing Wang Mo casually draw two words in the air, the two seem to understand something.Looking behind Wang Mo, the black-robed mage was wearing a cloak and a hood, holding a staff, dressed like a typical mage.Hurry up and respectfully step aside.Chattering something, nodding and bowing from time to time, his attitude was extremely respectful.Wang Mo was caught off guard.

"What's going on, why are these people so respectful to us?" Wang Mo was at a loss, but subconsciously stepped up, walked into the city, and turned to ask the black-robed mage.

The black-robed mage also followed, thinking for a while.Said: "Probably because the two of us are mages."

Glancing at one of the guards who had followed him, he continued, "If the time here was 5000 years ago, at that time, near the Tower of Dawn, there should be a respect for magic like a god. .”

"Probably they regard us as the mages of the Tower of Dawn. Those mages should be regarded as VIPs here. These natives don't understand magic, so they naturally think that it is the power that can only be mastered by gods." The black-robed mage said.

Wang Mo nodded. From this point of view, the group of guards misunderstood, but Wang Mo did not go to point it out. Anyway, his purpose is just a hand of time, and it is his wish to find a way to enter the city properly.Device: no ads, full text, more

A guard guarding the gate followed, and respectfully led Wang Mo and the two towards a certain building. Wang Mo thought for a while, then stepped up to follow, and the black-robed mage quickly followed.

On the way, Wang Mo kept thinking, although the time here was 5000 years ago and the natural disaster of the undead had not yet ravaged here, why did the hand of time send the two of them back to this time.

While thinking, the guard had already brought Wang Mo and the black-robed mage to a wooden house. They walked up the stairs and entered the house. A puff of white smoke wafted in. The room seemed to be boiling tea. Wang Mo and the black-robed mage When I came in, I saw an old man in a cloth robe walking from the house.

The old man chatted with the guard for a while, then turned his head to look at Wang Mo and Wang Mo respectfully, and said in a somewhat blunt common language: "The two are mages from the Tower of Dawn, please stay here for a while. Take a short break, and soon tea and meals will be served to the two of you."

Wang Mo and the black-robed mage looked at each other. Wang Mo gave the latter a quick look, and under the guidance of the old man, he sat down at the table in the room.

"According to what this npc means, it seems that they had a dispute with the Tower of Dawn before, and they will send mages here, and they regard us as those mages who came here." Sitting on the table, Wang Mo pondered, "You No matter how you look at it, it seems that it is not as simple as just massacring the city and taking away the treasure."

"The hand of time you wanted sent me here." The black-robed mage said lightly, but it was the key point, "The most important thing now is to find out which era the current time is."

Wang Mo couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he nodded. The guy in front of him seemed to have a lot of experience in taking risks alone. In this case, even Wang Mo was a little ashamed of himself. Wang Mo's strength lies in technology and attributes, but In terms of these experiences, he is far inferior to some people.

In his previous life, Wang Mo was not a player who liked to take risks alone. He was more inclined to upgrade and participate in team copies.

"Will it be awkward to ask those npcs directly?" Wang Mo looked around, but there was nothing clearly marked with the time.

"Help me take care of my surroundings, and give me 3 minutes." The black robe mage directly lowered his head, closed his eyes, made a magic gesture in his hand, a golden light flashed, and entered a state of meditation.

Wang Mo nodded, mages have a magic called Omniscience, and there are many similar magics. The function of this kind of magic is that when mages encounter some problems that are more biased, or problems with strong immediacy, You can use this magic to relieve yourself, with occasional success.

Wang Mo sat there.After waiting for 3 minutes, the black-robed mage raised his head again.

"The time is about 13 years ago." The black-robed mage paused. "About May, summer."

Wang Mozheng's hand holding the tea shook slightly, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he smiled wryly after a while: "It can't be such a coincidence, it is said in Kalando that our time is in 8013, if it is in 13 It was exactly 3000 years ago, and I remember that it was this year that the undead natural disaster broke out for the first time in the form of plague."

As soon as Wang Mo's words fell, the black-robed mage hadn't had time to answer.Suddenly the men were pushed away with a bang, and the eyes of the two fell at the same time. The old man who seemed to have a high status in the city before hurried in, followed by a middle-aged man.He was chattering about something.

"Master, this is the third time this month. This strange disease has been spreading in the tribe. If it continues like this, we will all die." The old man walked up to Wang Mo and Wang Mo anxiously, and said with a mournful face. , with jungle paint all over his face, making him look ridiculous.

Wang Mo and the black-robed mage looked at each other, and a dignified atmosphere gradually spread, adding the old man's words at this time.Let both of them understand something by coincidence.

"Please take us to have a look." After pondering for a moment, Wang Mo stood up.Said.

The old man nodded hurriedly, took Wang Mo and the two out of the hut, and came to the open space outside the house. At this time, there was already a large group of people around here, but no one dared to approach the center of the open space. Seeing Wang Mo and others People came over, people gave way one after another, and Wang Mo walked in.

"This is..." After seeing the scene inside, Wang Mo couldn't help but gasped.

At this time, in the middle of the crowd, a young man in his twenties was lying on the ground, twitching in pain, as if something was biting his internal organs and flesh, his face was full of pain Se, the skin all over his body seemed to be withered, and the blood vessels clearly leaked out. In the blood vessels, there was a faint green mist, accompanied by his breathing, and even spit it out of his body.

And this body has been scratched by himself in many places because of the pain, and a lot of blood flowed to the ground, but he himself seemed to have never heard it, and occasionally let out a roar that was not like a human voice.

This scene was all too familiar to Wang Mo.

Just as Wang Mo watched this scene in shock, the elderly man next to him came to Wang Mo and said with a mournful face, "This is the third one this month, everyone has this strange disease, and then In the end, we tortured ourselves to death, and we really didn’t know how to deal with it.”

"This old gentleman, may I ask who you are?" Wang Mo turned his head and asked in a friendly manner.

"I am the elder of this village of the Natai tribe, you can call me Mu Yi." Wang Mo's attitude seemed to flatter the old NPC, and he said hastily.

"Elder Mu Yi, may I ask where did you bury the bodies of the two dead people?" Wang Mo asked, his face gradually serious.

"According to the custom here, they are all buried behind the village. There are very few wild animals in that direction, and the gate of the village is always open." The npc elder was stunned and asked, "What's wrong."

Wang Mo hadn't spoken yet, but the black-robed mage stepped forward, glanced at the npc on the ground, and gently raised his palm. The surrounding npcs looked at his move with hope, as if hoping that he could Do something, save this man.

However, what the black-robed mage did next made everyone's eyes widen except for Wang Mo. A blue light flashed, and the struggling person was instantly cut into seven or eight segments, and another blue light flashed , directly turned into debris.

"&￥&%...*%!" Wang Mo could clearly feel the anger of the people around him. They were roaring loudly and speaking incomprehensible words. changed.

It's normal for them not to understand.

"Elder, not only this person, but also those two people you have buried, you must find them all and destroy their bodies completely, otherwise it will cause a catastrophe." Wang Mo was silent for a while, Said, "And starting today, you must carefully check everything you have touched, except for food and drink, and even the places you pass and the clothes you wear, you must thoroughly check them out."

"This..." The old man stared at Wang Mo dumbfounded. After a while, he gasped heavily and said, "Why?"

"Now tell you, probably you won't understand, this is something called a natural disaster plague, they will enter the body of living things through various means and even the air, turning them into terrible killing machines and war monsters, like Even if only a few monsters like that appear in such a small village, it will be enough to destroy it." Wang Mo thought for a while, but still told the truth.

"People who get this plague will torture themselves to death, and then resurrect themselves as terrible monsters."

Wang Mo didn't know why he interfered with the undead disaster. If he and the black-robed mage didn't intervene at all, it wouldn't be long before the undead disaster, which had already shown signs of invading here, would completely wipe out this civilization. destroy.

Ever since Wang Mo was teleported here by the Hand of Time, he once thought about massacring the city and getting the Hand of Time, but now it seems that it is not feasible.

Wang Mo also didn't know why he had to forcibly change the history and protect this place from the natural disasters of the undead. He did it entirely out of instinct. Maybe human beings are still beautiful and upward without affecting themselves.

The elder stared at Wang Mo dumbfounded. After a while, he finally understood Wang Mo's words a little bit, nodded his head reluctantly, and went to make arrangements.

"You want to intervene to change the history of the undead natural disasters destroying here?" The black-robed mage stepped forward, glanced at Wang Mo, and his tone gradually turned cold, "Some dreams are better not to be dreamed, the iron hooves of the natural disaster army, even It is said that the strong can only be crushed, but it is not something you and I can stop."

"That's not it." Wang Mo asked suddenly.

The black robe mage was slightly taken aback.

"We were sent here for the purpose of saying that the fragments are true, but we shouldn't be able to go up and get them directly. After all, the things inside should all be illusory. I think this illusion is more like some kind of test for us. Only after passing the training, the restriction on the hand of time outside will be released, and I can take away the real hand of time." Wang Mo exhaled and said, "Maybe we want us to intervene in history and change this tragedy. Woolen cloth."

"Then there is another fragment of my legend." The black-robed mage raised his head and glanced at the altar, "I don't think that those two things are both fake, the ability of the hand of time is to make cao If you control the time, it may be true 5000 years ago.”

"Although there are no system prompts or task prompts, and I don't know what you plan to do." Wang Mo shrugged, "But I plan to check the situation here and adapt accordingly. If possible, I will try my best to ensure that the undead disaster It's not going to spread here."

The black-robed mage's eyes fell on Wang Mo, as if he was seeing him for the first time, and looked him up and down again. After a while, he suddenly smiled for no reason, held up his staff, and walked towards the altar.

Wang Mo squinted his eyes. This guy, he doesn't really want to violate the rules to take that thing directly. Wang Mo feels that the success rate of that is really negligible.