PopularNovelChapter 1142
Nash squinted his eyes and asked, “You mean that Mr. Herera and Mr. Anders were bewitched?”
Johnathan had once spoken of the ancient Warlock Clan to Nash.
In ancient times, speople practiced the Path and spracticed
witchcraft.
Anyone could be a Path practitioner by will while witchcraft practitioners needed the blood of the Warlock Clan.
In fact, most of them had Warlock Clan blood in their bodies.
However, nine out of ten times, the blood had been diluted and
contaminated.
Only the ones with the purest warlock blood could practice witchcraft
and beca true warlock.
The ancient witchcraft culture had a long history and could be ed
back to the beginning of time.
To this day, warlocks still existed in sremote mountainous
areas. Most of them were engaged in folk arts such as perform
magic tricks and tarot reading.
These were just the lowest level of witchcraft successors of the clan.
Most of them becswindlers after just learning a few superficial
techniques.
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A true warlock could refine their body by practicing witchcraft. A
warlock who had mastered their skills could even control the weather while moving mountains and seas.
“Both Mr. Herera and Mr. Anders have cinto contact with warlock tombs. Ordinary warlock tombs would
never hurt them, so | suspect that this tomb is probably a great warlock’s tomb!”
Bradley's voice was a little excited on the other end of the phone.
Nash’s heartbeat accelerated inexplicably. Johnathan had fought with a great warlock 300 years ago, and it
seemed that they had a
draw.
Nash was not sure how strong his master was 300 years ago, but he was at least in the Profound Oriental Realm.
A tomb of a figure who was comparable to a Profound Oriental Realm expert, surely there would be something
good?
Nash took a deep breath. “I'll go over this afternoon to have a look!
Do you want to cover and join me?”
Bradley sounded very excited just now. If he could cover, Nash
would take him to the grave with him.
“I won't go. The tomb here in Motadine is not bad either. It should be the tomb of a pre-Renaissance Energy
Refiner!”
Bradley’s tone becmore and more excited.
He has robbed immortal tombs and entered the tomb of the King of
Medicine.
However, he still could not hide the excitement and shock that the pre-
Renaissance Energy Refiner brought to him.
If he could uncover the secrets of the pre-Renaissance Energy Refiner, maybe they could find a way to cultivate
immortality.
“Pre-Renaissance Energy Refiner?” Nash's pupils constricted.
“Professor Perry, it’s tfor a meeting!”
A crisp and sweet voice cfrom the other end of the phone.
Bradley said in a deep voice, “I have to go. | have an important
meeting here. Young Sir, please go to Xanthalos as soon as possible.
Rescue Mr. Anders and Mr. Herera!”
Nash hung up the phone. He was deeply unsettled.
The pre-Renaissance period referred to the period before the establishment of the Renaissance, and pre-
Renaissance Energy Refiner referred to those who cultivated immortality.
Bradley found another immortal tomb.
Now that Bradley worked for the National Archaeological Department,
the items found in the immortal tomb would likely be taken awa
the National Martial Bureau.
“Lazarus... Who are they?”
A middle-aged couple dressed in plain clothes walked out of the villa They looked haggard, and their eyes were
red. It was obvious they had
not been sleeping well.
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“They're all my friends. This is the son of the Kennedys in Capiton,
and this is Master Nash, one of the top ten Golden Amulet Masters in
Drakonia!”
Lazarus highlighted Atlas and Nash.
Stefano and Winston did not mind it either.
After all, they knew that their status was far behind Atlas and Nash.
“G-Golden Amulet Master?”
The middle-aged man was shocked. He then strode up to Nash and
lowered his head in greeting. “I'm Seymour Wood. Hello, Master Nash!
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The middle-aged woman looked at Nash suspiciously.
“What are you staring at? Hurry up and greet Master Nash! Do you want my father to live or not?”
Seymour glared at the woman fiercely and then said to Nash with a look of flattery on his face, “My wife has
never traveled far. Please don’t be offended, Master Nash!”
Seymour inherited his father's mantle and often went out for business, so he had heard of the Golden Amulet
Master.
His old father was getting increasingly ill. He had tried everything
could but to no avail.
Just now, he had just discussed with his wife whether he should go. out and seek a more powerful expert.
Unexpectedly, his son brought
back a Golden Amulet Master.
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