Seeing that the seat was rotating, Cyril was not the only one who saw it. The girl's petite body suddenly tensed up, and her hands holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.

"Iver, did you see that chair, it moved!"

Alina yelled in a low voice, then she heard the sound of the sword behind her being unsheathed.

"I saw it. Sure enough, there must be a big boss in this kind of underground palace."

The silver light flashed on the blade of the long sword in Cyril's hand, illuminating the steps under his feet more transparent. The slender white bones seemed to pierce out from under his feet at any time, and just looking at them made people feel cold.

"BOSS? What BOSS?" Alina turned her head in confusion, but saw the knight behind her lifting her travel clothes off her head and walking out of the range that could be invisible at any time.

"What are you doing? Come in quickly, we are going up secretly!" The girl said panickedly. The knight had always been steady before, but who knew that at the last moment, he became unrestrained and even gave up hiding whereabouts.

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He even started to say strange things.

But Cyril didn't mind that the language that only players would use in these games was heard by Alina. He stared at the throne with his eyes and said:

"It doesn't matter what I'm doing. You wrap your travel clothes and you have to rush in later."

"Run in? What rush in? Iver, come in quickly-" Alina raised her cloak and waved to Cyril in a hurry, but Cyril ignored it at all, but instead took three steps forward, closer to the seat.

Just as he stepped forward, a clear sound of "cracking" cracking came, as if the frozen ice suddenly began to shatter.

Immediately afterwards, a rumble sound came from the seat as wide as a throne, and slowly began to rotate, and finally the front of the chair was facing the two of them.

The chair was gray, and the white bones sitting on it supported their heads with one hand and one leg was raised there, like a king who was sleeping. There was a huge inlay hole on the chair behind him, which should have been embedded in it, but at this moment there was only a hole.

Cyril immediately remembered what Alina had just said—

The unbeatable treasure "Master's Seal", Browning's body restricted Modo, and used a long sword to penetrate him and then Modo. The protection of the Master's Seal was broken in this way.

"The Mage's Seat is this chair, and the inlay hole must be its magic core... Since the core is still vacant, then Modo will not have the blessing of the Mage's Seat."

Although Cyril does not know what treasure the throne of the Mage is, he thinks it is all augmented magic type equipment, and he can even understand it as a reduced magistrate tower—

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The Dharma Master is a master of the people, and the Dharma Master with the Master Tower is a master of the people.

But this good news did not make Cyril feel at all relieved, but instead felt sad inside.

If Alina's remarks are regarded as "relic background", then the current situation obviously does not conform to the background description.

The throne of the wizard is in front of you, and the lich sitting on the wizard is in front of you.

But the swordsman who nailed himself to death on the seat, the girl behind him deeply admired and regarded as the glory of Browning Weisconte-

Where is he?

Cyril lifted his shield and jumped onto the steps in front of the girl, blocking her vision tightly with his body.

He was too familiar with the ruins related to the Undead System, especially the ruins where the necromancer or the lich were at the bottom. The wanderer in the game only felt that all this was so cumbersome, and then complained while cutting melons and vegetables to solve the obstacles, and chopping off the lich with the last knife.

But in the game, no matter the background of the ruins, it is just a string of data after all.

But here is reality.

He turned around slightly, glanced over and saw Alina's beautiful purple eyes.

There is panic, firmness, and a hint of yearning inside-

Even though she was extremely panicked at this moment, she seemed to have seen the scene where she took over the duties of her ancestors and ended the things that her ancestors had failed to accomplish.

He is really a simple child, almost made up of courage, will and glory.

But the more simple it is, the more harm the next thing will cause to his beliefs—

How did the she, who has never been seen by players in the game, face this reality?

In the trembling of fear, the white bones that had passed through the clumps of white bones, the courage that was about to be exhausted was rekindled when they saw the platform in front of them, and was ruthlessly destroyed by the figure that they longed for?

It's really...

It's so sad.

Cyril took a deep breath and spread her arms as wide as possible, so that the girl could not see the scene ahead. Of course, Alina did not want to live behind her. She wanted to bypass Cyril and stand in front of him, just like before the two of them were holding their travel clothes and continuing to move forward.

But Cyril's low voice, like a low thunder before the storm, echoed in her ears-

"Allina, answer me, do you want to pick up the glory of the Weisconte family?"

She was stunned for a moment, then bit her lip: "That's what I have to do."

In a place where Alina couldn't see, the bone began to tremble violently, and its crooked body gradually sat upright. Its skeleton was not tall, but the pressure it brought was no less than that of the Dead Knights wearing huge armor.

"Then, let's do what I said." Cyril's voice was still calm, but in his mind, the undead ruins that had been broken into appeared before his eyes one by one, and the characteristics of the boss at the bottom of each level were vivid in his mind.

What are Modo, Lich, specialties? What kind of Lich can best exert the power of corrupt orb mass destructive treasures?

There is only one answer, and this one must be—

Necromancer, summoning system.

"I will move forward in one minute and thirty-five seconds. After hearing the collision, you immediately close your eyes, enter the sneak, rush over at full speed, and don't look back."

He spoke every word as clearly as possible so that Alina could clearly hear every word he said.

Alina was silent and did not give him any response, but Cyril continued to say:

"Running to the platform, you will face the lich directly. It is weak, but it is definitely not something you can deal with, so destroy the finger bones immediately."

"Then, kill it, and use the way you know to extinguish its soul fire-"

His voice came to an abrupt end, because the skeleton on the throne had stood up at this moment, and the dark flames ignited in his skull, and then a dark robe appeared, covering his bone-bone body.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes illuminated by the fire of the soul looked at Cyril. The bone's jaws were wide open, as if they showed an ugly smile.

"I give you death."

In my mind, a hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded like thunder, and the skeleton in front of me suddenly raised his hand, and the fingertips of the bones pointed at Cyril's place.

But Cyril was ready. He rushed forward three steps in a row, raised his shield high, and pressed his hands against the shield together. A heavy muffled sound exploded on the shield. He gritted his teeth and the center of gravity sinks. He almost got smashed off the steps, but he still stabilized his body.

"Alina, go forward and run!"

He shouted loudly, his hands had already restored the holding posture of sword and shield. The silver blade knight's sword flashed, and the sinking center of gravity became the best help for the offensive. The next second, the person would pop up like sitting on a spring.

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