"How could that be..."

After listening to the tomb keeper's story, rod was still thinking, and enota murmured with a lost look.

"Grave keeper, are you telling the truth? How do you know all this? " Meanwhile, Rowling, who was also touched, asked.

"I witnessed it a long time ago. As for whether this is true or not, it depends on whether you believe it or not. " The old green man replied.

On one side, rod put his hands in front of him, his eyes lit up a flame, looked directly at the old man and made his own judgment: "he didn't lie."

The existence of the hero's specialty made rod realize that what the grave keeper said was true. In addition, the information about the hero in his memory also made rod very interested.

I don't know how long the grave keeper has lived. Rod's peeping eyes can't find any useful information from his vast memory. Only when he mentions the hero can rod see some memory fragments.

Before that, rod had only felt it in maxika.

"You call yourself a grave keeper. Who are you guarding for?" Asked Rowling.

"For the dead, for the extinguished flames, and..."

"All right, answer my question." Rod interrupted the grave keeper's reply with a strong voice, "where are his eyes?"

"What eyes?" The grave keeper looked at rod and asked.

"The eyes of the hero. The eyes he dug out should be put away by you at last, right Rod's eyes narrowed slightly. He stepped forward and came to the tomb keeper.

"I didn't say that." The grave keeper replied with the same face.

"But you do." Rod raised his eyebrows and said in a loud voice, "how dare you hide such a crucial information from me! Do you know what it costs to cheat me? "

"I didn't cheat you. Didn't you find out?" The grave keeper shrugged his shoulders and looked at rod with his old face. He said, "so you have the ability to identify lies... No, it should be the ability to see through your heart. This is a rare ability."

At the same time, looking at the grave keeper, rod suddenly felt something wrong. The grave keeper's heart suddenly filled with a large number of thoughts, which completely occupied his heart. His thinking was in a rapid operation, but all the thoughts were unimportant and negligible information.

"What did you do..." rod asked in a deep voice. When his heart is completely occupied by thoughts, rod only gets these thoughts through peeping eyes, without any thoughts from the bottom of the tomb keeper's heart.

"I didn't do anything. I was just thinking about something." The grave keeper said slowly.

"Enough! Give me his eyes. " Said rod, with a cold snort.

The grave keeper fell silent and looked at rod carefully. Rod raised his head slightly. He always felt that the green old man was watching something on his body.

After a while, rod heard the voice of the grave keeper: "you remind me of that hero. You have his Keepsake on you. In this way, you have been guided by fate to come here... "

Rod some doubts, is to be asked, but saw the tomb keeper took out a red iron box. Heavy chains wound round and round on the surface of the iron box, conveying a sense of warning to rod.

"What exists in the iron box is his eyes."

Rod took the iron box, was about to remove the chain on it, opened the iron box, the tomb keeper quickly stopped his action, said: "no... don't open it here."

"Why?" Asked rod.

"He is a hero born in the curse, even after countless years, the curse in his eyes still does not dissipate, if you are seen by his eyes, you will become a bloodthirsty monster..." the grave keeper repeatedly reminded.

"If I don't open it, how can I believe what you said?" Raising the iron box in his hand, rod asked suspiciously.

"Of course you will."

With the words of the tomb keeper, his heart calmed down in a moment, and his thoughts dissipated. Under the effect of peeping eyes, rod also got the real thoughts in the tomb keeper's heart, so as to judge the accuracy of his words.

After confirming that the tomb keeper didn't cheat himself, rod looked around and asked, "is there really no Phoenix here?"

The grave keeper nodded: "as far as I know, there is no Phoenix in the whole land of fire."

"You just said that there is a keepsake of the hero on me. What kind of Keepsake is it?" Rod asked, looking directly at the grave keeper.

"I won't admit my mistake about your big Cape..." the grave keeper replied.

Rod frowned and heard from the tomb keeper that the hero might have been the owner of the ghost King's cloak. He didn't know what happened to the artifact.

With a sigh, rod turned to enota and asked, "do you want to eat him?"

"Well..." enota looked at the grave keeper and shook his head. "His skin is too loose. It doesn't look delicious."

"All right." Rod nodded and looked back at the tomb keeper. "You are very lucky. I won't kill you like this. When I come to the fire element plane in the future, I will come to you."

Like those powerful legendary mages, rod is also dissatisfied that his power only exists in the theme plane. He has already put his vision into other element planes.

Among the four element potential planes, the water element potential plane is undoubtedly the one with the most mild climate. It has almost no shortcomings except that there is no land and only an ocean. The ocean is the source of life, and the number of ordinary organisms in the water element level is the largest among all the element levels.

In contrast, the potential surface of fire element is much inferior. The earth with magma flowing everywhere and the hot temperature make it not suitable for ordinary creatures to live here. Without the protection of fire fighting magic, ordinary creatures can't stay here for a long time. This also leads to the fact that ordinary creatures on the fire plane are the least of all planes.

For these reasons, rod doesn't want to put his main force in the plane of fire element, but this is still an alternative option, especially in the nearby flame plain, and the huge barracks left by those plane walkers, which also gives rod some ideas.

After putting the iron box into the space ring, rod puts his hand on the shoulders of Rowling and enota. With a flash of fire, several people disappear together.