The "Scroll of Nesser" is a collection of 100 gold-colored scrolls, divided into two volumes, in groups of 50. One of them looks very old and dull, while the other has a pale golden glow. No one knows who invented these things, and there is no way to tell the difference between the materials used to make them.

It is found in the old ruins west of the forests of the Far Horn, where it is said that an ancient species was once inhabited, and modern people call them the race of the Creators. These intelligent lifeforms, which evolved from birds, reptiles, and sea creatures, once created an incomparably glorious civilization, but I don't know why most of them disappeared in the end. Even the few that remained, had degenerated into primitive tribal forms, becoming savage and bloodthirsty.

The "Scroll of Nesser" is the knowledge that the creators recorded in their own words, and almost every mage can interpret different meanings from it. After all, they are so old that even the best historians can't complete and accurate translations, and can only rely on people to understand them slowly.

It can be said that this set of scrolls ushered in the great Nexera era, and almost all the magic can be found on it. However, the more precious things are, the more likely they are to attract greedy bandits, and the Nexera Scrolls are no exception. Two sets of scrolls were stolen one after the other, and no one knew who had done it or where they had been taken.

The only clue the Arcanists could get was that the thief had crossed a secret door sealed by powerful magic, and without triggering the alarm or stepping on any traps, the scroll was placed there and vanished. It was as if the race of creators had come to retrieve their great wisdom in person, and since then there have been a few exceptions for the occasional sporadic ones. He never appeared before the world again.

Now the main target of Henry's group is one of the scrolls in this set. Its value is comparable to that of a precious artifact. It's something that even the gods can peep on. The knowledge contained in it is enough to drive all spellcasters into madness. Of course, it is very difficult to decipher the text of the race of the creators, and the slightest deviation can have unpredictable consequences.

Along the wide passageway, the group found a secret door in the wall at the end that had been blown open, and after clearing it, they found a path that led to the underground. Judging by the age on the frescoes, there are at least 2,000 years of force history, which can be traced back to the time when Ascatra was only established.

Along the way, they cleaned up a dozen slow-moving mummies. There are also shadow creatures that appear on the main matter plane for unknown reasons. But none of this mattered, for at the end of one of the forks in the road, Henry saw a towering sarcophagus emitting a rich negative energy that even a blind man could see.

Edwin apparently found out about that too. He carefully checked the logo on the parchment and exclaimed, "This is it! This is it! The Nexrael Scroll is in that coffin! Be careful, though, as far as I've got, a powerful lich is guarding it. ”

"You don't need to be reminded of this kind of thing. Unless you are blind, it is impossible not to see the black mist shrouded above......"

Before Viconia could finish speaking, the lid of the sarcophagus slowly opened, and a lich wrapped in tattered robes slowly walked out. He first glanced at everyone vigilantly, and immediately let out a scream like a frightened ordinary person: "Ahh......h This...... That's impossible! Don't...... Could it be that the masked mage has come to me...... After all these years...... Finally...... Has it finally been discovered? ”

Look at this somewhat neurotic lich. Once again, Henry felt the power of the masked mage. Look at what this poor creature has been forced to become, almost like a frightened mouse. No doubt. The casting level of this lich in front of him is not low, it is initially estimated to be between seventeen and eighteen, and it already has a ninth-level spell slot. Although it is not a legend yet, its combat effectiveness is not too bad.

"That's right! You've been discovered! Hand over the Nexera Scroll or you'll be waiting to bear the wrath of the Masked Mage's Guild. Edwin pretended to threaten. If it weren't for the fear that the scroll would be damaged in the fight, he would have grabbed it directly.

"Nope! No! No...... After all this time! I...... I'm going to resist to the end!! The more the lich spoke, the more agitated he became, and at last he fell like crazy. Without hesitation, it activated trigger-type spells, and in the blink of an eye, it blessed itself with more than ten magic protections.

Edwin stood stunned, still muttering, "Oh! Damn it...... I messed up again. ”

The pointy-eared Viconia obviously heard this and let out a sneer: "Ha! That's right, the red-robed mage. So far, your only role in the party has been to amuse and cause trouble, and you're a clown compared to the leader. ”

"That's right. This trickster has never been of much use, and if it goes on like this, I don't mind making up for it the next time I fight. Kogan chimed in loudly.

Henry knew he couldn't wait any longer, the slightest damage to the scroll would outweigh the cost. Thinking of this, he immediately began to chant the incantation loudly, completing the ninth-level magic "Spell Heavy Strike" before the lich could complete the first attack magic. The powerful magical energy instantly stripped the enemy of all protection, and Viconia took the opportunity to rush over and pick up the "years" and slammed it on the withered arm, forcibly interrupting the spell being cast.

As the saying goes, don't miss the opportunity and never come again. Henry quickly pulled out the "Daylight Star" and came to the front with an arrow step, and directly activated the seventh-level divine technique "Yang Yan Explosion" on the sword once a day. The powerful energy lit up the room, followed by an explosion that ripped the lich's body to shreds. He raised his sword and slashed it down, splitting the only intact skull in half.

The bright light stung everyone's eyes, except Viconia. As a dark elf, she was supposed to react the most intensely, but the powerful magic cloak played a protective role, and the energy of the shadows neutralized all positive energy. It seems that Shar has done quite a lot of hands and feet on this cloak, and maybe he will naturally fall into darkness after wearing it for a long time.

Ignoring his cursing teammates covering his eyes, Henry opened the sarcophagus and began to search, and it didn't take long to find a scroll with a faint golden glow. There is also a magic dagger encrusted with gems next to it, and it must be the Lich's lifebox. It seems that this guy has made this place his home, hiding inside and desperately trying to decipher the words on it.

He directly put the dagger into the dimensional belt, and then couldn't wait to identify the golden scroll.

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Color-resistant rolls:

This is one of two sets of color-resistant scrolls, and it should be a relatively new set in terms of luster. It must have been carefully protected by the greatest Cheng dù, not even a trace of folding. It is covered with strange symbols and letters, and if you look at it for too long, your eyes will hurt and tears will flow. What's even more puzzling is that if you want to read this scroll, you feel like something is reading you at the same time.

There is also a note written in the lingua franca. It is written in very small text and the full text is as follows:

Purchase Agreement:

It's not your color-resistant roll. Although you've just spent all your money on it, mortgaged your property, and sold all your relatives (living and deceased) into slavery to raise money for a down monthly payment, don't think it's that simple. Incompetents like you only bought the right to use it.

No copies, even in a safe place like your own library (of course, I don't think you have the ability to do that). If you dare to violate this ordinance, count on a visit from the Bartow Judicial Bureau, a bureaucracy of the devils against those who do not obey the contract, and the visit will end in whipping and burning char. You are not allowed to modify, sell, or sublease it, or even move on the idea of it. The Department of Justice is very conscientious in their work.

In addition, if anything goes wrong with this color-resistant roll, causing irreparable damage to you, your family, your dog, or the entire continent you're in, you have absolutely no right to complain. Hey, you're the one who bought it! Would it be our fault if you were stupid enough to believe that we would release a fully functional version and give up the opportunity to make a lot of money selling upgrades in the future? Of course not, but the Department of Justice is not happy to point this out to you. In fact, if we risk revealing this kind of thing to you, you should pay us.

Finally, once you've gotten vague misinformation for the first time (and you certainly will, trust us), don't expect it to make any sense. Those words and phrases have been deliberately made into a puzzling form, simply because we like to have you burn your little brain to the point of destruction as you interpret them. (Chances are: they're just a patchwork of words.) Woo hahahaha!

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"What a mischievous devil, but I like this guy a lot." Henry smiled and said to Viconia. It is clear that this scroll has been manipulated by some illiterate devil in Hell to trick more souls. However, this was not difficult for him, and he only needed to erase the patterns around the scroll that had been added later, as well as the traces of tampering with special invisible ink.

Of course, this qiē will have to be dealt with after Edwin has read it. Before the sight of the other people could recover, he quickly used his magic to erase the part of the lingua franca written below. No one knows that this is a tampered Nessrell scroll, and I believe that it must be very pleasant to decipher.

After seeing this small action, the Queen of Poisonous Tongue showed an excited expression on her face. Betrayal and lies are the Dark Elves' forte, and one of their proverbs is that the dagger is always the best of the invisible. (To be continued......)