"Buzz"

The portal that had been prepared for a long time was given a precise teleportation coordinate, and under the manipulation of the Syndra mages, the five large portals opened almost at the same time.

Dressed in a black uniform, riding boots, a rapid-fire pistol, and black gloves, and a slightly eccentric beret, the head of the Darkblade Intelligence Director, Agent 10. Song of Shadows lifted her wrist and looked at the time pointed by the mechanical watch, a glimmer of light flashed in her dark red eyes under the beret, and Mavi's fingers pointed forward.

"The Vicious Albatross has completed its mission, and the path to the Hall of Origin has been cleared!"

"Marais, Merlene, lead the people to clear the perimeter of the temple! Set up the defense belt! ”

"Kodana, Annaya, come with me!"

"Now, the battle begins!"

At Mavi's command, the 500 Darkblade agents in full gear, led by their respective commanders, rushed to the portal in front of them, and Mavi took the cold and shining bat-like moon blade from Konada, she looked left and right, and then walked through the portal as she had done when the Watchers were on a mission.

In a flash of light, in a slight dizziness, Mavi appeared outside the upper sand dunes of the Origin Hall, she felt the softness of the quicksand under her feet, and her keen senses immediately sensed the earth that had just been bombarded by meteorite, and under Mavi's instructions, the dark blade agents in black uniforms poured into all corners of this temple with a very professional attitude, like mercury.

The pirates who were still trying to resist were easily chopped to the ground like chopping melons and vegetables, all important intersections were surrounded, improvised defensive belts from the Black Iron District were erected in various areas of the temple, and some agents armed with strange magical instruments searched the temple for traps and cursed items, and there were special people who would deal with them.

Catherine's subordinates, who had been cursed for their hasty access to the temple's gold nuggets, were knocked unconscious by the agents and locked in the cleared grounds.

Looking at the group of murderous characters who suddenly appeared in front of him, Harrison. Dr. Jones couldn't help but be a little nervous, but he still stood in front of Catherine with a manly face, but what made the doctor curious was that these agents came and went, busy with their own business, and no one cared about the two of them.

It's as if the two of them don't exist...

"You can't do that!"

Jindi. The spark's trademark scream rang out not far away, and the gnome was arguing with an agent trying to take her rucksack:

"That's my study notes! Give it back to me, without that thing, I wouldn't have been able to pass the high-level mage assessment! ”

The dwarf was quite sensible, and she did not intend to show the arrogant "unyielding" of the mages in the face of the heavily armed agents around her, but when Harrison heard the screams of his companions, he was about to go over to help, but Catherine grabbed her wrist, and the female pirate looked left and right at the agents who came and went, and she said to Dr. Jones:

"Don't go for heroes, just take it here! Fools, these are the ones with dark blades... The Darkblades, you know? ”

"Catherine. Ruinwivol! ”

Before the female pirate could say anything more to her boyfriend, an indifferent voice sounded in front of her eyes, it was a uniformed, blood-red Salein elf, the high-ranking agent who gave her the task before leaving, Ms. Marais.

"Come with me, albatross, the chief wants to see you."

Marais looked at Catherine and the man beside her expressionlessly, from the current state of the two, Marais could probably guess their relationship with each other, and according to the information currently collected by the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau, the man in front of him should be the archaeologist master of the Human Empire, Harrison. Dr. Jones.

And "Vicious Albatross", this is the code name of Catherine "Blade" in the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau.

Catherine took a deep breath, she knew that the fateful moment was coming, she stood up, sighed with some regret, and then calmly said to the nervous Harrison:

"Don't forget the promise you made to me, my Harrison... Don't worry, it's going to be over soon, soon. ”

"You brought them in?"

Harrison's concern was another question, he looked at his girlfriend, glared viciously at Marais, who was standing in front of him, and asked in a low voice:

"Are they coercing you to work for them? This bunch of bastards. ”

"It's hard to explain, my Harrison, you just stay here..."

Catherine didn't know how to explain to Harrison the complicated relationship between herself and the Darkblade Intelligence Agency, so she could only reassure:

"Well, stay here, and when I get back, I'll explain everything to you, I swear..."

"No!"

The person who can become an archaeologist and walk around all kinds of strange tombs all day long is certainly not a coward, especially when it comes to love, Dr. Harrison this time is full of manhood, he stood up, grabbed Catherine's cold hand, and bravely said to Agent Marayster:

"I'm going with her!"

"Oh?"

Marais narrowed her eyes and asked in a deliberately vicious voice:

"Why?"

"Because..."

Dr. Jones glanced back at Catherine, gritted his teeth and said:

"Because she's my wife! I have this power! ”

Jones's words made Catherine's cheeks flush, but the spicy female pirate seemed docile at this moment and did not refute the claim.

"Good!"

A strange smile flashed across Marais's face, and she shrugged:

"Come then, brave man... Hopefully, you won't be frightened. ”

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As they shook each other's hands and walked into the inner level of the temple together, Harrison. Jones saw a man standing with his back to them, in front of a stone statue of Tóvel that shone with golden light but had not been activated, holding a strange staff with a white prayer flag wrapped around the top of the staff and a delicate jade bell.

It was an antiquity style that the well-informed Dr. Harrison had never seen before.

And beside the man, there was a tall figure wearing a long hood and covering his body with a cloak, and the two of them were talking, and on the other side of the temple, Master Ronin sat calmly on a makeshift chair that had been cleaned up and sipping tea. Master Ruinvivol sat next to Luo Ning, and after seeing his daughter appear, a trace of nervousness flashed on the face of the white-haired **division.

On the other side of the temple, there was also a woman with a cold face and a uniform, staring at Ronin and Ansrem without saying a word, like a jailer guarding the prisoners.

"This is Anhur."

Cloaked Lay introduced the delicate stone sculpture of Tovel to Tyrion:

"This is one of the most successful guardian constructs I've ever made in the Naraksha Engine, it's been given the ultimate Holy Light affinity by the engine, and when it's in this specially constructed temple, it still has the authority to activate the energy of this temple, and I've placed it here to deter any intruders who try to enter the Hall of Origins, and now it seems that Anhur has fulfilled his mission as a temple guard."

"Oh? It looks very sophisticated. ”

Tyrion nodded, he scrutinized the obsidian sculpture with the pharaoh's mask in front of him, and after a moment, he asked in a low voice:

"I've always been curious, what kind of template did you use to make the Tovel when you first made it? It doesn't look like the Titan Guardians... Humanoid panther with wings, it's so weird. ”

"That's a very easy question."

Lay said in a calm tone:

"The Pantheon's database contains templates for hundreds of millions of life forms in the stars, and I just chose one of them that I look more pleasing to, and the race from which the life templates of the Tovel people come from... It has disappeared in the burning crusade carried out by the demons, and in fact, the billions of life templates in the Pantheon database have probably disappeared by the time the flaming crusade has been carried out. ”

"It's a disaster among the stars... Hopefully, we can put an end to it once and for all this time. ”

With a low sigh of emotion, Lay glanced back at Catherine and Harrison behind him, and said to Tyrion:

"Your guests are here, so I won't disturb your conversation... I'm going to activate the Titan Creations in the lower levels of the Temple, and when you're done here, I'll show you around the entire Origin Furnace..."

"Well, you go get busy."

With a wave of his hand, Tyrion watched Rai walk into the depths of the temple, and wherever the Great Guardian went, all the dark paths lit up for him, and this mythical scene made the eyes of everyone present widen, and even Ronin, who didn't like the Darkblade Legion very much, began to think about the identity of the mysterious man.

There is no doubt that the Titan Temple is full of dangers, but the hooded man, walking here, is like walking in his own home... So, who is he?

"Ah, now let's talk about you."

Tyrion turned, he tapped the Staff of Mist in his hand on the ground, and he looked at Harrison with a solemn face in front of him. Dr. Jones, and Miss Catherine, with a fearful face, whispered:

"I don't have much time to waste here, so let's make a long story short."

"Miss Catherine, three months ago, you contacted us through the Darkblade Consortium to get a way to save your poor, dying father's life, and in doing so, we made a deal, and you were greedy and longed for eternal life, so you modified it on the fly before the deal was made."

The voice of the Great Lord made the faces of Master Ansrem** and Miss Catherine change for a moment, and the gray-haired old mage was a little unsure of how to face this matter.

His lifespan should have been very long, but when the demon invaded Dalaran at that time, this ** division was injured and has not recovered, plus the reconstruction of the new Dalaran has cost him too much effort to the present, which further aggravates the condition of the ** division of Ansrem, and he has a hunch that he will not survive next fall, so he told the news to his daughter, his only relative.

But he never imagined that his rebellious daughter would dare to make a deal with a demon like Darkblade in order to save herself...

"You have pinpointed the location of the Origin Hall for us in the vast desert, and you have dedicated this place to us before other forces intervene."

The Grand Lord looked at the pirate lady in front of him with admiration, and he whispered:

"You've done what you promised, and that's good, and now it's time for me to deliver on what we promised..."

Tyrion turned his head to look at the ** master Ansrem, who was sitting on the side and was guarded by Mavi. Ruinvivol, he calmly asked:

"So, Master Ansrem, are you ready to receive eternal life? I can understand the concerns of you mages, so I'll give you three options. ”

"First, like your friend Khadgar, transforming into an immortal lich will give you plenty of time to study the magic you love."

"Second, use the "Blood Energy Transformation" ritual researched by the Sindra Elves to become a high-level blood clan, although the magic power will not increase, but it will give you a fairly fresh sense. ”

"In the end, I'll take it upon myself to transform you into a high-level undead, and you'll lose most of your spell casting abilities, but you'll be replaced by an absolutely healthy and powerful body... Well, you will become the new Lord of Death, and in the Dead Realm, you can live as you do now until the day of eternity comes..."

"Now, make your choice."

Faced with the question thrown by the Great Lord, the dying ** master Ansrem stood up, he held his staff, glanced at his daughter, he let out a long sigh, and then said to Tyrion:

"Well, I choose to refuse! I was born as a human being, and I want to die as a human being... Not everyone will covet eternal life, my daughter loves me, I am very honored and very touched, but unfortunately, I don't need this heavy ..."gift". ”

"Huh?"

The Great Lord frowned, and he said to the ** master in front of him:

"You may not have heard the choice I gave you... Lord Ansleem. ”

Of the three choices I gave you, was there really one such thing as "giving up"? ”