Chapter 412

The last picture is fixed on the scene where the figure walks into the ruins. Everyone is silent and shocked.

Saxon couldn't help looking ahead, in the great black fog storm.

Even the legendary mage is afraid of the existence of other people in the field!!?

What's more, even though the silver ball is not a solid object for fighting, it is also a device developed by Mr. Alberton himself, which can move at high speed in the magic turbulence. How could the other party smash it with such an understatement?

More importantly, the other party has entered the interior of the ruins. What is his purpose and what is his identity?

"The star gate has been blocked for a long time. Only people from the magic association can get in and out, and outsiders can't get in at all."

Saxon took another look at the Stargate behind him. There are many defensive arrays around this slightly small circle. Any existence that wants to pass through the Stargate must be detected by the array.

"It could be that we stayed when we moved the villagers."

Said Newington at once.

Before transferring the villagers of Eliot's hemiplane, it was not so tightly blocked. It is even possible that the other party lurked in this hemiplane as early as a year ago when the ruins just appeared.

In any case, the fact that there are others in the unknown remains of Eliot's hemiplane is certain.

"To be able to travel freely in such a storm, at least at a high level, the eighth Ring Road, no, is probably the strength of the ninth ring road."

Saxon speculated that he speculated based on the image just now, the instantaneous destructive power, speed, and the degree of resistance to the surrounding environment. It can be seen that the person who destroyed the silver ball just now is not simple.

"Such strong people should be under the control of the association."

Newington looked at the clouds and fell into thinking.

Not all high-level mages will be included in the high-level Council. There are also some high-level mages left over from the ancient magic Empire who are unwilling to join the high-level Council and have no desire to fight. These people live in seclusion in their respective territories and report their whereabouts to the magic association regularly, thus avoiding the fate of being completely exterminated.

The figure just now is powerful. It must be a high-level mage or the same level. It can't be ignored by the magic association.

Either a high-ranking figure has bypassed the supervision of the magic association, or he has a special ability, or Newington has not mentioned the last hypothesis, that is, this person is originally in the ruins and is a part of the ruins.

This is the most incredible hypothesis, and the most amazing.

Because according to Lord Alberton's conjecture, the history of this relic is even more than that of the ancient magic empire for thousands of years. If the man has been sleeping in the relic until he wakes up recently, then his life span is thousands of years.

How to ensure that the body does not decay in thousands of years, how to ensure that the soul is still in good condition in such a long time, and even how to ensure that they can wake up after thousands of years, are things that the mages can't do now.

If this is true, then the treasure contained in this relic can not be rejected by any mage.

"Sir Alberton, can you use this spell of exploration again?"

Lainer inquired, he naturally took these problems into consideration, but he naturally kept silent when no mage said anything. Although these mages are their own predecessors and will not do anything against them according to reason, lainer still has a heart. At least at present, in the absence of information, he can't make a reasonable judgment Break.

"It should take a day to get ready again. What's the matter?"

Lord Alberton seemed to have something on his mind. He looked at Lena.

"I wonder if we can take another look around the ruins. This time, we can take some soil and air samples, and even samples of buildings for analysis. If we can get samples of the buildings themselves, I think I can provide more clues."

"That's OK. If we just take samples without considering observations, we can get them back tonight."

Mr. Alberton thought for a moment, then inquired.

"What's your new idea?"

Lena's series of performances since he became famous make any mage can't underestimate him. Who knows if he has any earth shaking ideas.

"I need to get the sample before I can make sure. Before that, I can't make a conclusion."

Lena is not in a hurry to say that he doesn't know if he's right.

Penzans took a look at Lena. Instead of speaking, he left in silence.

In the afternoon, the storm has not stopped. We can see that the grassland near the black fog storm is gradually rolled up and inhaled. The storm and desert are expanding at the speed visible to the naked eye. It can be expected that if we ignore it, this half plane will be completely engulfed by the storm in less than a month, and become a dead area that no one can get close to.In the evening, several high-level mages and the middle-level mages had dinner together. The dishes were very simple. In this case, no one had the appetite to enjoy the food. After dinner, Lord Alberton invited Lena and others to the rooftop to prepare to extract the architectural samples of the ruins.

This time, it's not a sphere, but a silver cone similar to a spindle. It's faster and easier to operate. The difference is that it can't carry too complex array, and it doesn't have the function of displaying the surrounding scenery in all directions like in the daytime.

The night sky of Eliot's half plane is clear and flawless, and the stars that are completely different from the main plane shine. Only the expanding storm cloud connects the sky and the earth, and lies in the center of the field of vision, producing a huge sense of oppression.

The moon was shining on the silver cone, and it flew into the cloud quickly. About 20 minutes later, the silver cone returned safely, from which several sealed bottles flew out.

"This is a soil sample, this is an air sample, this is a gravel sample, this one is a fragment of that building."

Mr. Alberton said one by one.

Lena picked up the bottle containing the building debris.

"According to the principle of radioactivity, radioactive elements actually release rays all the time. The release of these rays leads to the reduction of their mass. Eventually, one element will become another lighter element or isotope. This process is called decay."

At the same time, he explains, a complex array is built in front of him, which is his own magic computer.

Lena carefully extracted a part of the building debris and put it into the calculation matrix.

"The time when half of the atoms of an element decay into another element or isotope is called half-life. By measuring the isotopic content of an element in an object, we can accurately calculate the time when the object exists."

It took about ten minutes for Lena to get the final result. He was a little surprised and repeatedly confirmed it before showing it to everyone.

"According to my measurement method, the existence time of this building is more than seven thousand years..."

more than seven thousand years!

Mr. Alberton's eyes widened slightly, a figure he had never expected.

You know, the earliest history of the ancient magic empire is only 3000 years ago!

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