Noah was a little choked, watched McGonagall be silent for a while, and then began to try to ease the embarrassment: "Boss McT, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

"How happy are you?" McGonagall asked as she looked at him with a serious expression.

"Uh...... Just happy. "Noah was going to cry.

"Then you're happy too early, and the people who work with me are usually tired." McGonagall said flatly.

"I'm not afraid of getting tired, I just like to do things with you, there are cards." Noah smiled, and it would be a shameful thing to say it in the future.

"But I'm afraid of being a burden." McGonagall glanced at him.

Noah: "......"

Okay, I can't talk about it.

For the first time, Noah felt the blow from the big guy, and it hurt him a lot.

"My grandson, although it's useless, can still be used as a bait to some extent." Merant, who had not spoken, spoke up.

Noah glared and looked back at Merant, some incredulous.

Could this be the reason why Grandpa took him with him?!

"That's it, the devil generally doesn't look down on it." McGonagall shook her head.

"It's the same, it's too peaceful." Merant nodded.

Noah slowly sat at the back, clutching his knees, and fell into autism.

The purple-striped griffon flew so fast that in less than three hours it was able to see the Twilight Forest in the distance.

During the journey, Merlant also dripped Anne's essence blood into the tortoiseshell stone, and the thin red lines on the tortoiseshell stone turned golden, and the closer she got to the Twilight Forest, the golden light shimmered on the tortoiseshell stone, like a starry sky.

"He did show up here, and he stayed in more than one place." Merante looked at the tortoiseshell stone floating in front of her, and her expression was extremely solemn.

"Go to the nearest marker." McGonagall glanced at the tortoiseshell stone and rode the purple-striped griffin down diagonally.

The golden point of light was getting closer and closer, and a tribal ruin gradually appeared in everyone's sight.

The once prosperous medium-sized tribe was burned to the ground, and the scene should have been handled by the orcs of other tribes, and a high mound of earth was piled up in the middle of the tribe, and a blackened stone pillar was erected, and a cheetah was carved on the top of the stone pillar, which should be the totem of this tribe.

After confirming that no one was around, the purple-striped griffin fell to the ground.

"He stayed here, not long ago, judging from the demonic qi, it should not be the devil's body, but this guy who sold his soul has been deeply demonic, and after absorbing a lot of essence blood and resentment, his strength has skyrocketed, and it will become more and more difficult to deal with." Merant walked around the ruins, and finally stood in front of the mound in the center, looking a little solemn.

"How strong?" McGonagall asked, frowning.

Originally, Qiao Xiu was just a magician who was less than seven levels, although he couldn't be said to be powerless, but it was really not enough to support it.

But after single-handedly creating this war and massacre, his strength skyrocketed by absorbing resentment and essence blood, which is not a good thing.

Merlant sat down cross-legged, her hands sealed, and out of nowhere, she found a golden-red charm between her two fingers, chanted a word in her mouth, and then pointed to the mound in front of her.

The golden-red spell burst into flames, drifting towards the mound and blending into it.

The ground suddenly began to shake, and the compacted mound of earth shook with it, and the dirt fell down.

"Tricked corpses?" McGonagall subconsciously took two steps back, the night was cold, and so many orcs had just died here, looking at the mound of graves trembling, as if something was about to come out of the ground, it was still a little infiltrating.

"Boss Mai don't be nervous, my grandfather is communicating with them." Noah said with a smile, but he didn't expect Alex to be afraid of ghosts.

"Ghosts can communicate?" McGonagall frowned.

"Yes, we're ghosts, isn't it a regular means to communicate with ghosts?" Noah nodded, "You see, we don't look like ghosts." ”

McGonagall was thoughtful, it seemed that he was going to find some information about the ghost race after he returned, and he knew too little about this race.

The ground suddenly stopped trembling, and above the stone pillar, a mutilated face appeared, and exchanged a few words with Merlant in a strange tone, but it quickly dissipated.

Merant sighed, slowly stood up, and said in a somewhat dull tone: "The corpses were burned, the souls were plundered and devoured, and only a little remnant soul escaped remained, and there was not much information to be obtained. That guy was wearing a black robe, and his strength was above level nine, and he might have reached level ten. ”

"If there's enough remnants of souls and grudges, you'll be able to get more information, right?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes, corpses can speak, because souls don't disappear immediately, resentment can last a long time, and the more complete the soul, the more information it can get." Merlan nodded.

"Then I'll take you somewhere." McGonagall jumped back on the back of the griffin and left with Merlant and Noah.

Soon, the griffin landed in a ruin a hundred miles away.

Like the previous tribe, this place has also been treated, and the high mounds of graves seem quite lonely, and the occasional crow crow adds a bit of coolness.

This is the tribe where McGonagall came yesterday.

"There is a lot of resentment here, and it hasn't been completely swallowed up." As soon as she landed, Merlant was a little surprised.

"I came here yesterday, and he should have sensed my presence, so he left in a hurry, not having time to absorb all his grievances." McGonagall said.

"I see, that's easy." Mei Lan nodded, didn't talk nonsense, sat down directly in front of the mound, and began to practice again.

Looking at the green and glittering grievances coming out of the grave, McGonagall was a little shocked in her heart, looking at Merlante's back, and for no reason she thought of the Taoist priest who subdued demons and eliminated demons.

This ghost clan is a little different from what he imagined, it is not named because of its ability to resemble a ghost, or because it looks strange, but because it can communicate with ghosts.

After about ten minutes, Merlante, who didn't know what to say to the ghosts, recited an obscure incantation, and the lingering resentment gradually dissipated, and the surroundings returned to clarity.

"They said that the one who devoured the resentment was a terrible young man, who couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he had a terrifying aura on his body, and his strength was level nine, and he hadn't broken through level ten yet. Soon after the tribe was slaughtered, he appeared, but left in a hurry for unknown reasons. Merlant stood up and looked at McGonagall.

McGonagall nodded slightly, and said, "It seems that it is basically certain that Qiao Xiu did it, the Chaos City side is now clearing the military department, he should have crossed Andre to start this war, just to absorb the resentment of these innocent slaughtered people." ”