"Finger, it's okay to let you down, but you can't run around, you have to follow me. ”

Donald is holding Finger, who is constantly moving around in his backpack and as an animal, he always has a special sense of belonging to the jungle.

Meow~

Finger called, broke free of Donald's arms and fell to the ground, looking up and sniffing his surroundings, happily bouncing off the distance.

"This should be near the middle of Moss Island, you see around, the number of large rocks is increasing, the next road will be difficult to walk, how is your physical strength, do you need to rest?"

Wizards focus on the development of mental powers, so in the eyes of many people, their physical bodies are weak compared to their mental powers.

"Don't worry, my physical fitness is definitely many times higher than you think, in fact, if I go to combat training, coupled with a suitable talent, my combat strength will not be much worse than that of aliens like you. ”

The power of demons is subtly transforming Donald's body, destruction, pain, life, the three sources of power of Mineato, in which life is not only to give life to other dead things, but also to the owner of this power to obtain extremely strong blessings.

If only the recovery ability of the body is compared, Donald is confident that he can surpass most aliens of the same level.

"Adventure?"

"Suffice it to think that if it weren't for the fact that my talent and offensive skills rely on spells, maybe I would have become a melee alien. ”

"Can wizards only fight from a distance? I think if there is a suitable talent that allows a wizard not to spend time on sealing, the power of spells to burst at close range is not higher, and it is more difficult to dodge, this is like those who have elemental talents, and once a wizard can do this, won't he have more means than them?"

Perhaps he didn't want the search trip to be too quiet and boring, after all, it was almost midnight, and people with normal schedules would feel tired during this time, and it would be much better if someone kept the conversation, so Anthony chose to continue on this topic and express his opinion.

"You also said that you want the right talent, the talent that can make wizards cast spells without sealing, does it really exist? And even if you really find it, a wizard's melee ability is still worse than that of an alien with targeted talent, after all, like my body, the recovery ability is extremely strong, but in terms of strength and agility, it is a little higher than ordinary people, if I fight with you in close combat, unless I have the ability to regenerate with a severed head...... The bushes in front, if you read that correctly, it's a person?"

While the two were talking, Donald had a whale oil searchlight above his head stumbling upon half of his leg peeking out of a mess of vines and grass in front of him.

Anthony turned his light in the direction Donald was pointing, and there was indeed someone lying there, and it was certainly not of his own will to appear in the grass at this time.

Grabbing their ankles, they dragged the man from the bushes to a sloping stone platform outside, their eyes fixed on the corpse.

The deceased was a man, judging from the beard on his chin and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, he should be over 30 years old, he had a lot of bugs on his body, not maggots and other scavenging insects, but other insects in the jungle, the whole body did not have a strong smell, and the time of death would not be too long.

His eyes were open with a grayish-white sting, and his face was stained with dried blood.

"It was supposed to be a fatal wound, something sharp had pierced his chest and then pulled open to both sides, and there was a patch of grass completely red with blood, which was supposed to be the first scene of death. ”

The clothes on his chest were as tattered as the curtains in the slums, the flesh was turned out, and the organs in it were even more of a mess, if the strength was stronger, I am afraid that the corpse could be torn in half.

Although it's not much worse now.

"The wallet on his body is still there, and the ring on his finger has not been taken away, and if someone kills him, he probably won't let these things go...... It doesn't look like a human wound can be inflicted, steel-clawed mole?"

Donald took out a brown wallet from the corpse's scattered clothes and looked at his hand again, where a gold ring was intact.

It's not a human, it's a strange beast, and the strange beast on Moss Island has only one kind of steel-clawed mole, which can only be guessed at it.

"The steel-clawed mole rat is about the same size as Finger, and although its claws are sharp, if you look at the length of this wound, it is at least two palms the size of a hand, which is not something that the size of a steel-clawed mole rat can do. ”

The two studied the corpse for a while, but they couldn't find out what kind of existence the murderer was, so they could only cheer up and continue to move forward.

As the footsteps deepened, many traces of human activity began to appear along the way, campfires, and knapsacks of tools scattered on the ground, all of which proved that someone had appeared and stayed here, and that they should have been attacked by some kind of being.

"The traces of the flames, not connected, but the scorching of a single area, the traces left by spells, where wizards once fought...... Another corpse. ”

Donald first saw the traces of the flames on a tree, Moss Island was humid, forest fires were not realistic here, and no one would be stupid enough to set fire here and try to burn a large tree.

Then he saw the corpse under a nearby tree, and he faced the tree where Donald had found burn marks.

"His thigh seems to have been cut by a blade, the bone is broken, and there are only some strands of flesh attached, 5 marks of flesh, the palm of a human hand can't do this, it should be a claw...... The steel-clawed mole has exactly five claws, is the information they gave me wrong? The steel-clawed mole can actually grow to half a human height?"

Now even Anthony was a little skeptical that it was the steel-clawed mole rat.

"Anyway, there should be some kind of dangerous beast on the island, and the death time of these people doesn't seem to be early, it should be just a matter of the past few days, otherwise there should be news from the outside world. ”

There is a sea market, and the communication between the aliens is very frequent, just like the thorny seagull incident in Moon Bay before, a person will naturally get rid of the ship after knowing about it, and if the murderous beasts on Moss Island appear very early, someone will definitely find out.

"What is this?"

Anthony suddenly squatted down, took out a notebook from the grass next to the big tree where the corpse was leaning, there was still grass and mud on it, patted off the dirt on it, he looked at the place where the note came out and said,

"This notebook had been hidden here, not covered with grass, the soil here had traces of excavation, and there were mud and blades of grass in his left fingernails, which he had dug up, and it looked like a hole that had been cut out before he died. ”

I'm about to die, and I have to hide my notes, what is recorded in them?

Anthony flipped through the notebook, flipped through the pages in a row, glanced at it a few times, and then flipped it over to Donald, and the note contained a brief summary of information.

"Black-clawed mole...... The mutation in the steel-clawed mole rat exists and is extremely aggressive...... The heart is one of the core materials of the Silent Gift...... There's a black-clawed mole on this island?"

The note specifically recorded the information of this strange beast, and this person appeared here so coincidentally, Moss Island is the residence of the steel-clawed mole, plus the death of these people, either disemboweling or missing arms and legs, you must know that the name of the steel-clawed mole rat sounds aggressive, but in fact its habits are extremely fearful.

"Now it seems that there is a great possibility, judging from this note, this strange beast should be extremely rare, if it can be caught, it is more valuable than the steel-clawed mole, our goal can be changed, the black-clawed mole is put in the first place, and the steel-clawed mole is placed in the second place. ”

The materials of this mutant beast are often sought-after in the market, and it is also clearly mentioned in this note that the heart of the black-clawed mole is a core material called the Silence Talent, and there is no reason not to try it.

"But how do you find it? There are probably very few black-clawed moles on such a large island, so you can look through them to see if there are any clues about them. ”

Anthony flipped through his notes, and Donald began to "touch the corpse", and it was not up to luck to find the black-clawed mole, they had to have a clear route.

There was nothing more in the note, but Donald, the corpse searcher, found a road map from his jacket pocket.

A few obvious signs are drawn in a relatively simple way, connected by lines, and the final destination is a mass of black dots.

"Let's go, go straight to the black-clawed mole. ”

Anthony put the notes in his backpack, and on the way to study the situation of the black-clawed mole, Donald got up to follow, and inadvertently stepped on the palm of the corpse resting aside, and subconsciously looked at it, only to find that his palm was covered with the ground, and the steps he took out were retracted.

Squatting down, he took his palm away, pressed the grass underneath with his hand, and as expected, there was a hard object, and he picked at it with a searchlight for a while, and finally found a ring.

The blue underside, oval-shaped, with a hand pointing to the sky with an index finger, took out the one he carried with him, it was exactly the same, the only difference was that the one left by the Grants had an extra layer of gold trim on the outer edge.

Why did he hide his notes and rings?

It is possible that he did not want others to know that there was a black-clawed mole here, and he didn't want others to get what he didn't get.

So he doesn't want others to know that he is a member of this sect?

But since he died here, someone will always find him, just like Donald and Anthony now.

He didn't want anyone to know who he was and what he was talking about, so that passers-by might dismiss him as if he were a normal corpse.

Could it be that he is waiting for someone?

He's waiting for someone he knows to come here and give them these things!