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Wang Mo just stood there, watching the black-robed mage walking towards the altar step by step, without any movement, judging from what this guy meant, it seemed that he wanted to directly remove the items on the top of the altar. 【 】

The footsteps of the black-robed mage were also very firm, stepping on the ground lightly, approaching the altar step by step, stretching out his white palm towards the steps, at this moment, his fingertips suddenly touched the void, and there was a bang. With a soft sound, a layer of golden barrier instantly emerged, corroding the nails of the black-robed mage who had touched the barrier into nothingness in an instant.

"Huh?" The black robe mage stood where he was, looking at the enchantment with some surprise, looking at his nails that had disappeared, then turned his head and looked around. There were many tribe residents around, looking at him with strange expressions , while passing through the barrier as if nothing had happened, going up and down on the altar.

"Why are these people free to enter and leave this altar, but I can't." Withdrawing his hand, the black-robed mage said unwillingly.

Wang Mo turned his head and looked aside. At this time, Elder Mu Yi had finished arranging everything. He seemed to have not recovered from the shock. He turned his head to look at Wang Mo and saw the black-robed mage standing in front of the altar. He understood something, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

"You two mages, the altar of our clan has only been allowed to enter and exit freely by our clan since ancient times, and no other creatures can enter and exit." The old man said.

"What is on the top of the altar?" Wang Mo couldn't help asking.

"It is said that they were found by the ancient ancestors and left to guard the tribe's magical artifacts. At critical moments, they will exert great power to protect the tribe from danger." Looking at the top of the altar, the old man was muddy A trace of peace and reassurance gradually emerged in his eyes.Said.

Wang Mo took one last look at the shadow of the black-robed mage, shook his head, left here on his own, and returned to the hut. Although Wang Mo's time is also very tight now, he still wants to stay and have a look first.How things will develop, he has not received any system prompts until now, which makes him a little uneasy.

With the existence of that enchantment, it is almost impossible to forcibly seize the legendary fragment.

After denying the method of forcibly taking it, Wang Mo suddenly recalled another thing. As a reborn, Wang Mo knows many secrets that players in this life don't know yet.

According to the legend of Kalando, the outbreak of the natural disaster of the undead in history was a genocide war that lasted for nearly a hundred years. The so-called genocide war, as the name suggests.The purpose of the war is to completely exterminate the other party's race, and because the war was too tragic and the duration was too long, no one could even tell when the war ended, the exact outbreak of the undead natural disaster date.

I only know that it was in the year 3000, but I don't know the exact date.

And this puzzle, through the efforts of previous players.It was analyzed in the fourth year of the game. At the beginning of the undead natural disaster outbreak, it was very secretive. It was just a large-scale plague at first, and no one knew it was the Scourge until the second year.And after the plague spreads to a place, it will break out within a period of time.

The natural disasters and plagues after the outbreak will slaughter all the living beings in that area, resurrect them as undead, and then hide them until they finally form a scale before launching attacks on intelligent civilizations.

In Wang Mo's memory, the Scourge had spread to the resting place.That is, the period of the undead land not far from here is not far from now. The Scourge will soon gather outside this forest on a large scale. By then, this small village will definitely not be able to escape being destroyed. fate.

Wang Mo and his temporary companion went back to the first day 5000 years ago, and it passed so peacefully.During this day, Wang Mo didn't do anything except wander around the village occasionally and talk to the npcs, the npcs here.They all respect Wang Mo as a mage.

Occasionally there are commodities for sale in this clan, but Wang Mo has no currency to buy them at all.He saw a lot of good things that were only available 5000 years ago and are out of print now, but he couldn't get them.

In addition, Wang Mo also tried to contact outside players, but no matter who he talked to, he couldn't get through, and the game forum couldn't be opened, but he could quit the game, just log out and then go online, no matter whether he was outside the game or not. How long it takes, seems to be just a moment in this world.

The black-robed mage also went offline once during the period, and he went online again less than a second after he went offline, but according to his dictation, he stayed outside for at least half an hour.

In the ancient world constructed by the hand of time, the time seems to be completely out of sync with Kalando time and real time. No matter how long Wang Mo and Wang Mo stay here, as long as there is one person online, the system will fine-tune the time and create Gives the illusion that time does not flow.

Under such circumstances, Wang Mo and the black-robed mage stayed in this clan for two days. During these two days, the two did nothing. Far, in these two days, people have been infected with natural disasters and plagues one after another.

Of course, Wang Mo wiped out those who were infected with the plague without mercy. Wang Mo also knew that this was cruel to those NPCs, but there was only one way.

This also led to the gradual fear of the two mages by the entire tribe. Only Elder Namuyi was convinced of them, the "messenger from the Tower of Dawn".

This situation lasted until a week later. At night, Wang Mo and the black-robed mage sat in the hut drinking tea, quietly waiting for the time to pass. It had been like this for a week, and they seemed powerless .

"I'm wondering if I should wait until the undead disaster wipes out this place before I go get things." The black-robed mage suddenly said lightly.

"It would be great if it could be done that way." Wang Mo shook his head. "Well... But it's not completely impossible."

"Hush, there's movement outside..." At this moment, the black-robed mage suddenly sat up straight, his eyes turned to the window like lightning, and he grasped the staff on the table.

Turning his gaze out of the window, he smelled a familiar smell.Wang Mo immediately understood what was going on.

"It's a natural disaster of the undead." Wang Mo said lightly.

The black-robed mage turned his head and looked at him in surprise, Wang Mo glanced back lightly: "It's nothing surprising, I just know the approximate time when the undead natural disaster will break out."

"Would you like to go outside and have a look?" Hearing what Wang Mo said, the black-robed mage also relaxed, looking at Wang Mo's expression.With a chuckle, "Don't you want to save this npc tribe?"

"I'm not that kind." Wang Mo shook his head, "It's only within my power to help npcs remove those who are infected with the undead disaster, but I don't have the confidence to face the iron hooves of the Scourge. Safety is the most important thing, although I don’t know what will happen if I die here, but I don’t have the habit of facing death anytime and anywhere.”

"We have been here for a week." The black-robed mage said after pondering for a moment. "There is no system prompt, no mission goal, it's as if the hand of time sent us here just to let us watch a tragedy whose outcome is already doomed, and then leave with the equipment after the village is destroyed."

The moonlight outside became more and more red, and screams and roars resounded outside the house. The wind was howling, but inside the hut, Wang Mo and Wang Mo continued to talk as if they had never heard of it.

"You think it's that simple." Wang Mo shook his head, "In the world of 8013 in the legend of Kalando, there was only the Hand of Time in the ruins of the forest. Even if we have experienced all this, the Hand of Time The prohibition on it may be lifted, and what you can get in the end is just the hand of time."

Wang Mo's words fell lightly, the hood of the black-robed mage suddenly trembled, he clenched his staff tightly, and a cold metallic voice came out: "What do you want to say."

"If this is really the world 5000 years ago. Then you saw with the mirror image before, another fragment of the legendary item that may exist was lost at this time, so only the hand of time existed there, that is, Said, if we don't care about anything, I may be rewarded in the end." A faint smile rose from the corner of Wang Mo's mouth. "And you... are empty-handed."

What Wang Mo said was right. If this place was really 5000 years ago, not an illusion, it was just the hand of time using the power of the golden dragon to transport the two of them back to this time.Then when this is over, if the restriction of the hand of time is lifted.Wang Mo was able to gain the hand of time, but another piece of equipment was completely lost.

Moreover, Wang Mo felt that the difficulty of obtaining that piece of equipment was much higher than that of the hand of time together. It could only be obtained in such a complicated and troublesome way, and if one was not careful, it might be out of print. Such a legendary item is at least no worse than the gloves of soul power.

Wang Mo doesn't like to tear up promises to people who are not enemies, otherwise he wants to fight for it.

That once stayed with the hand of time, another piece of legendary equipment.

As soon as Wang Mo finished speaking, there was a bang, and the black-robed mage rushed out holding the staff. Wang Mo sat on the table and looked outside leisurely. Although Wang Mo did not intend to forcibly snatch another piece of equipment, but There is no need to work hard for another person's gain.

Although they came to explore together, the two of them are probably determined not to work hard.

The wild roars and shrill howls outside were even more deafening. Wang Mo looked outside, and after a while, a dazzling blue light suddenly appeared outside, spinning and rising crazily, and the sound of sharp shooting was endless. The ground began to shake violently, Wang Mo just watched quietly.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Wang Mo felt that the light outside had subsided a little. Then he stood up, walked to the door of the hut with a teacup in his hand, and opened the wooden door.

The cold wind blows in at night, and the scene outside is even more chilling. Not surprising at all, the ground is almost covered with sticky flesh, dirty bones, and green plague. The corpse of the mist, in the center of all this, the black-robed mage was standing there holding his staff.

After Wang Mo came out, he happened to see that he stuffed something on his chest back into the cloak.

"Get rid of them all. In the regular army of the Undead Scourge, ordinary ghouls and skeletons should be elite creatures of level [-] to [-]. It's really not easy." Wang Mo glanced around. , "There is also a level [-] disgusting corpse, and a level [-] nerubian..."

"This village is finished, but I've saved everything." The voice of the black-robed mage became more and more cold, "I called you here, not just to give you time, but to help you when it's time to contribute. It's better."

Wang Mo looked around. Natural disasters and plagues are chronic diseases. Those who broke out before are only a few. According to Wang Mo, half of the people in this village may have been infected by natural disasters and plagues. They broke out together tonight. Come out, the destruction of this village is almost inevitable, and there are several similar villages around here, I am afraid that the end will be similar, it is something that people can do nothing about.

"The hand of time teleported us back 5000 years ago. Could it be that we want us to see such a thing?" Wang Mo was also thinking, not only had he never encountered such a situation, he had never even heard of it in his previous life. explain.

At this moment, the two suddenly received a system prompt.

"System prompt: The destruction of the Ital tribe's camp: 10%, the casualty rate: 98%, the number of magical artifacts: 2, the time trial is over, and the barrier has been lifted."

system hint?Wang Mo was taken aback, time trial?Is that the name of this journey?

"It took so long to engage in so many mysteries and tricks. In the end, don't we still wait for the natural disaster to break out, and then we can kill all the natural disaster monsters?" The black-robed mage said, shaking his head, walking towards The altar, "The enchantment is lifted, ready to collect the spoils of war."

Wang Mo frowned slightly. There was no reason. According to the legend of Kalando, it was impossible to do such a nonsensical thing for no reason. First, he teleported the two of himself over here, and after a week, there was an inexplicable scale attack. Not a big natural disaster plague outbreak.

Only by stopping the small-scale outbreak of natural disasters, can you get the legendary equipment?

Just when Wang Mo was secretly wondering, the black-robed mage over there had already walked up to the top of the altar. On it, two wooden boxes made of branches of the World Tree were quietly placed, exuding dazzling orange colors. The brilliance, accompanied by a touch of his staff, one of them exploded with a bang.

The phantom of the hand of time rises amidst the golden light.

Just glanced at the hand of time, the black-robed mage moved his eyes to another box, tapped the tip of the stick, and with a bang, the wooden box exploded again, the black-robed mage looked expectantly——

"This...how is it possible!" Wang Mo was in deep thought when he heard a sudden exclamation from the other side. This time, the voice seemed so hasty that it hadn't even been filtered by the voice-changing magic, which vaguely made Wang Mo feel a little familiar. But before he could react, he saw a flash of light over there.

"What's wrong?" Wang Mo turned his head to look, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Disappeared!

On the high platform, only the floating hand of time and two broken wooden boxes remained, and the mage who came with Wang Mo had disappeared strangely. ! .