When he slammed the door and left the office of the [Supernatural Incident Investigation and Prevention Bureau], which was attached to the Orange County Secret Police Office, the junior investigator Dmitry was blown by the cold wind outside, and his hot mind quickly calmed down.

He soon realized that his behavior was too presumptuous. People who were similar to the Blood Elf Mage have always been treasures in the hearts of the host of the First Branch of the headquarters. In terms of level, they were at least level 10. As a novice investigator who had just graduated, he would probably be kicked out as soon as possible even when he came to the door.

Besides, Captain Li Peisi once said that a blood elf mage would arrive in Orange County, a remote small countryside far away from the kings, but he never said that it would arrive at the specific time, probably because of intelligence authority.

"However, after all, we are local branches and we should take the responsibility of reception as a matter of course. Even if we do the trivial work, it will always leak more or less from the fingers of the Blood Elf Mage. Otherwise, the scene would be really unimaginable for those blood Elf Mages who have noble status to stick out their butts and lie on the cover of the coffin to clean up the surface patterns!"

Junior investigator Dmitry thought about his mistakes while walking, and did not notice his colleagues from civilian origin, and made a simple but difficult-to-see and see through disguise, and followed him not far or near at this time.

At the same time, the civil engineering team from the Fourth General Administration of the [Supernatural Event Investigation and Prevention Bureau], at least one of the elite teams, was forced to end the archaeological work of the elves' homeland Swan Lake in advance. The result of the overnight journey was that they finally arrived in Orange County before noon the next day.

The warning wall of the public cemetery has extremely high spiritual pressure. Even Yuri, the chief student of the 77th session of the General Administration Training Class, retreated and chose to "infiltrate" the cemetery from a secret door he knew.

However, this spiritual wall is really strong and limited to the elites of the Fourth General Administration who are good at civil engineering.

Not to mention the dwarf master Jim Wildhammer who is good at "exploding force" and "pointing fingers", and after effectively combining the two, he forms his own ultimate skill, imitates demonic weapons and is good at "cursive sword", William II, who is good at "cursive sword", just like raising various spiritual lives, building nests on his body and gathering countless pets, the insect master Wonon can easily pass through this barrier without disturbing the person hiding behind the scenes without disturbing the person hiding this important means.

He stretched out his right hand and pressed his middle fingers on the middle of his eyebrows, hanging for more than an inch. As Woon concentrated, even though he was tired from a long journey, there was still a bug with crescent horns poking out from both sides of his forehead, which allowed the flesh on his forehead to emerge and turned into a dark green light.

"Prepare to impact..."

The insect master gently tapped his right hand and a green light hit the invisible wall. The indestructible spiritual warning wall was swept by an invisible wave, shaking out layers of ripples. Not only did it turn into something soft like dough, which could be rolled round or flattened at will, but it was also like an oil stain "fear" active agent. With that little bit of spiritual light as the core, it slowly retreated out.

"I have long discovered that there are a lot of gaps in all seals, barriers and fields in the world. As long as you find a suitable method, those gaps will merge together and form a temporary channel."

The insect master Wonong saw the dark green light spreading through the spiritual wall that allowed him to drill into it. He jumped without hesitation, just like a sturgeon going upstream back to his upstream hometown in memory to lay eggs. He jumped over with a slight roll and unloaded his strength. He grabbed the clothes with both hands, snatched a little force, shook off the dust that did not exist at all, and stood up straight away.

The remaining five people traveled over long distances, especially the dwarf master Jim Wanchai. He knew it would be okay to wait for a while. He did not show off his clumsy legs in front of others, but waited quietly.

It has to be said that there are so many pores in the spiritual alert wall. The spirituality of the "diedworm" not only has strong repulsion, but also has strong anesthesia. It opened a safe passage for the elites of the civil engineering team of the Fourth General Administration under the nose of the owner who arranged this spiritual wall.

The five people did not need to turn sideways, and passed through the passage in a specific posture of straightening their chests and tucking their abdomen, and calmly entered the public cemetery.

Just as the group of six of them followed the "fixed line of corpse traces" on the ground, slowly fumbled towards the origin of the corpse mutation incident, and the belated blood elf mage suddenly appeared.

There were only two people coming, close to the platinum hair like frost and snow, and a wide and plump forehead. It was probably full of extraordinary wisdom accumulated over hundreds of years of knowledge and life experience.

One of them had blood-red eyes, while the other was a thick green like jade, filled with a faint green mist. It was obvious that in addition to the elves blood, he also had the identity of a dragon vein. With the greenness of these eyes, it was probably at least an earl-level dragon vein. Maybe he had approached the duke and could see the scenery of the dragon vein king.

"Abstract the dead energy of the public cemetery, use the resentment of the undead awakened by the disturbance, turn darkness into light, and build a city wall that blocks us extraordinary people! I guess it was done by the gatekeeper of Orange County!"

The green-eyed dragon vein man glanced at it, and based on his years of experience, he talked about the source and source of the spiritual alert wall.

Another master of blood elf gently exhaled a breath of turbid air: "I saw this wall like a fountain flowing back and forth, which seemed unbreakable, but in fact it was only a shallow layer. The only thing worth appreciating was the anger of the dead and the countless faces of the distracted resentment that was disturbed and the distracted faces of the countless people."

The Master of Blood Elf shook his shoulders: "Elbert, don't always think that you are devouring them to further strengthen yourself. Swallowing too much of this unbearable source will pollute your spirituality. I'll make you feel more comfortable!"

The green-eyed dragon vein elf did not refute on the spot, and obediently took two steps back, giving up a deep friendship with him, and the relationship was so good that he regarded the other party as a good teacher and friend, which was enough for him to exert his strength.

The Blood Elf Master showed off a ring on his index finger, the Misilian Ring Lanya, inlaid with white crystal, began to call on the power of water everywhere in the forest and all kinds of nature.

"The holy spring, obeys the call, comes from the earth, falls from the sky... and purifies it with water!"

The power of the Ring of Water Lan Ya is not like the Ring of Qi that can call for thunder and storms, unlike the Ring of Fire that can summon meteors and rain of fire. The spring water deep underground penetrates the gaps between the rocks and gushs out from the cracks of bricks and rocks on the cemetery ground, isolating the resentment of the deep-sleeping dead souls. The moisture in the air condenses bit by bit of nectar, pours onto the spiritual wall, gradually purifies and eliminates the resentment of the dead.

The obstacle that seems indestructible and can only be passed by opportunistic methods is just a small trouble that can be easily broken for the blood elf mage who masters natural magic and artifacts.

Whether it is the guardians of Orange County or the gatekeepers of public cemeteries, they are hidden behind the scenes and dare not show up. After all, the Civil Engineering Team of the Fourth General Administration is powerful enough. In addition, the Blood Elf Mage from the First General Administration is better off as if they had not seen this. At least for each other, they can be treated as if they were not seen.

A crow with red eyes that was about to die was originally staying in the pile of dead branches and leaves, and was still alive with the heat of the naturally fermented humus soil. Suddenly, he became energetic. He shook off a few yellow feathers and drilled out slightly. He flapped his wings a few times, flew up to the bare branches without making a strange scream. He just watched quietly, turning his head from time to time to listen, as if someone was whispering in his ear.

The Blood Elf Master's methods seemed violent, but in fact they did not even lift up the excess spiritual power ripples. Only the Dwarf Master was aware of the people in the Civil Engineering Team of the Fourth General Administration who were walking in front of them.

"We have to speed up our pace. I don't know why, but I feel bad now, as if something big is going to happen."

Jim. Wildhammer had just finished speaking, but the rest of the team had not yet reacted. The two blood elf mages were walking on banana peels, and they were swiftly passing by them in a flash.

"No trace! The red-eyed rabbit in the First General Administration is farther than us than Swan Lake, but faster than us. He is really shameless to see people."

The dwarf master reached out and slapped his forehead, making a crisp sound of being slapped by a woman. He was not only talking on his mouth, but his two thick short legs had already started running, running fast like a train driven by an extremely large steam engine. A flash of smoke appeared on his heels, and the person was gone.

The two groups completely forgot about the fatigue of the long journey. Even the insect master Wonong smiled unyieldingly, but his appearance was even worse than crying. Both sides rushed to the destination of the trip.

The eldest son of the previous generation Lord Mayn was appreciated by the invaders because he followed the footsteps of the demons and granted the essence of blood magic. Tagueo Mayn, who was transformed into a higher vampire, was transformed into a high-level vampire. His tomb emitted a cold and harsh cold air in the eyes of the elites of the [Supernatural Event Investigation and Prevention Bureau], causing the terrifying spirituality of the dragon vein trembling.

The Blood Elf Mage once again showed off his water ring: "The evil people pretending to be a ghost, put away your tricks in front of the natural artifact!"

The Dragon Vein Elf Elbert did not notice any signal to him by the "teacher" and quickly took three steps back. Except for the dwarf master Jim Wildhammer, no one else noticed something was wrong.

Until the Blood Elf Mage attracted the surrounding water vapor out of thin air, condensed five silver-bright water mirrors, and the water flow on the edges was like serrated teeth. They began to rotate, and their speed became faster and faster, so fast that there was no shadow in the serrated teeth, and they formed a translucent line.

"Speed-water splitting..."

The tomb of the advanced vampire Tagueo Mayn was plowed by five water saws and was cut into six parts in an instant. At this moment, the magic trap - the vampire touch was triggered, and eighteen yellow bone hands were raised at the same time.

"Alchemy! Most of them are hallucinations! Only one is true!"

The Blood Elf Mage instantly learned the truth of the magic trap. She wore the water ring Lan Ya's right hand that could reach her knees, grabbed an ordinary yellow hand bone, and purified it in an instant, directly breaking this magic trap that is quite difficult for ordinary investigators.

The dragon vein elf Elbert took the opportunity to search. His strength was obviously much greater than that of ordinary elves. He easily pushed away hundreds of kilograms of sarcophagus fragments, and made an amazing discovery.

"Teacher Ryandel, the tomb is empty and has an entrance at the bottom. It should be that the ground was destroyed by your water-dividing cut is too thoroughly, so it will be exposed for the first time."

Dwarf Master Jim. Manhat quickly walked forward and found that he was not tall enough. He could only see the tomb railing. He quickly tiptoed on his feet, clinged to it with his hands, and looked down. The entrance was dark and deep, but there were stairs extending down one by one, and he was still unconvinced.

"This is the good luck that beginners have always had!" Jim. Manchuk muttered dissatisfiedly: "These civil engineering work should have been done by professionals..."

The blood elf mage Ryandel still respects this dwarf master very much. After all, the other party was born in the year of Thunder. He adhered to the will of His Highness Moradin, the son of Thunder who carries the glory of the soul-forginger, is much higher than himself who accidentally obtained the Ring of Nature.

On the bare dead tree, the red-eyed old crow looked at the scene. As the gatekeeper of the public cemetery, it asked himself in disbelief that the high-level vampire Tagueo Meyn had actually built the tomb into an underground palace under his nose. Isn't this slap him in the face?
Chapter completed!