The crows stood on the branches, staring at the body in the pile of broken wood, waiting for the body to rot and feast, and the middle finger that dangled outside the pile of broken wood was the key to their food.

The whole place is foggy, and even when the sun is rising, the sunlight is blocked by the thick fog. The choking black smoke from the burning tree trunks on the ground mixed with the white mist, and the whole world seemed to exist in a dream, confused and unreal.

The only bare arm moved, and the crows around him made ugly voices to express their dissatisfaction after waiting for a long time but not having a full meal.

Using his bare arm to flick the broken wood covering his body, it was not until he swept away the debris on his upper body that Sean struggled to open his eyes and observe his surroundings.

"Damn, what kind of place is this? How long have I passed out? ”

In addition to the noisy crows around him, a thick fog and black smoke obscured Sean's vision.

"It hurts!"

Consciousness was slowly regained, and the pain in the body was more clearly communicated to all parts of the body. Grit your teeth and pull out your legs that are buried in the depths.

Puff ~ The body that has been buried for a long time has caused the blood to flow poorly, and the legs are not strong, and Sean sits in place with his buttocks.

The leather armor on his body had long been burned by the flames, and the flaming fist not only broke his ribs, but also burned Sean's defensive equipment to the ground.

Sean gasped as he pulled the charred leather armor embedded in his chest out of his flesh.

Each piece of leather armor that was cut out brought out a trace of blood, and the surrounding flesh had already been burned black and purple by the flames.

"It's okay, I didn't leave much blood, otherwise it would be troublesome."

Looking at the black-headed shards of leather armor, Sean felt that he was really in trouble, and the impact of that fist sent him flying across the river, on the side of the giant and the skeleton.

Gotta go back, the injuries are so bad, I'm going to die.

Regardless of the naked and scarred body, he got up tremblingly, Sean looked at the hole in the tree that had been smashed out, determined the direction and walked towards the open hole in the river. Be sure to get the word back to the camp as soon as possible, and at least let the people of the tavern leave through the World Tree, where the strength of the enemies is not comparable to that of the camp adventurers.

Peter's Good Days, the Tavernkeeper is the best man in the tavern, and he has earned the name of the Grim Reaper of the battlefield with the Hammer of the Storm. Although he retired early, he is only a second-level adventurer, but his combat power and ability can be ranked on the battlefield, although he can't compare with the strongest group of people, but the boss is still a strong person in the camp.

Sean was confident that he would survive a quarter of an hour under his boss, but last night, neither the chains of the foul-smelling fat giants nor the skeletons holding swords and shields could give him the heart to resist.

The rest of the camp, believe it or not, Sean can't take care of it, but at least let the people in the tavern leave quickly, and Ann.

If it weren't for Cindy, who was looking for death, Sean wouldn't be afraid to see Ann.

The crows, having stopped their whining and screaming, did not seem to have lost their food, and could fill their bellies with the half-life fellow.

Unlike the wild area outside the camp, the thick white fog obscures the view, and a little farther away is a white expanse. There were burning trees everywhere, black trees everywhere, bare without a single leaf, and the trunk of a random tree would burn and billowing black smoke would rise. The land without a trace of greenery, smelled of sulfur, the black, charred earth, walking on it was like walking on an undried asphalt road, and the smell of sulfur and the burnt color on the face were like the land that the guy who called himself Leorik Skeletron walked on.

Sean leaned on the branches he picked up, barely supporting Sean forward, walking on the greasy black earth with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

In a world full of dead silence, Sean fails to see anything that represents life. The only thing that reminded Sean was the crow that used him as food, and the black Grim Reaper flew in the air, standing on the branches, hungry and waiting for the moment when Sean fell.

"Uncle Sean will never die here, since he didn't die last night, then Uncle Sean will definitely be able to go back alive."

Gritting his teeth, the branches he picked up became hotter and hotter, and his palms were stuck to the branches.

Without letting go, this branch is Sean's only reliance, and letting go means falling.

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I dragged my tired body for a long time, from the hazy environment around me when I woke up, to the fog that has dissipated a little now. Through the mist, I could see a point of light hanging overhead, and it should be noon. Hunger and thirst constantly tested Sean's spirit, and he closed his parched lips tightly, because every time he opened his mouth, his saliva would evaporate from the heat and dryness.

Sean was glad that he didn't encounter any threatening creatures, monsters, or beasts. Except for the crows who kept following behind him, the good news was that the crows did not attack Sean because of the long wait, and still waited patiently, as if the swordsman who held his heart would never attack an unarmed person.

"Whoa~"

Sean paused, making sure the sounds he heard weren't hallucinations.

"Bang la la ~ bang la la ~ "

The sound of water, the eyes shine.

Sean knew that he had succeeded, and that there could be no such a flowing river in this hot land full of life, and only the river that separated the two banks could make such a sound.

Regret it, be annoyed, these stinky crows, Uncle Sean is going back.

Thinking of this, Sean braces his spirits to end this difficult, long journey.

The sound of the water became louder and louder, like the fierceness of the river swelling and turbulent during the flood season, and it was more like a rushing stream of 3,000 feet.

Bypassing the last dead wood forest in front of you, green turbulence appeared in front of you. Hot, steaming liquid flowed down the cliff and smashed into a pool of water on the ground. Bubbles of heat continued to emerge from the green liquid, and every piece of land that came into contact with the liquid was groaning mournfully, constantly corroding.

It wasn't the sound of a river, it was the sound of water falling from a waterfall.

"Is this the end of it? Gone in the wrong direction? Sean couldn't hold it and fell to the ground, and the water vapor of the waterfall spread around, touching the skin, slowly corroding Sean who fell to the ground.

I don't know if it was the crow that screamed first and pounced on Sean who fell to the ground, and the surrounding crows reacted and rushed to the delicious food, which had to be eaten in the stomach before the corpse was corroded by the liquid.

"Are people not born to be eaten, or to be eaten?"

Feel the crows covering their bodies, their skin being torn apart by their sharp beaks, tearing at the rest of their flesh.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he still did not escape the fate of being eaten, this cannibalistic world, cheap this group of beasts. It was Sean's last thought before he lost consciousness, and the vague dark shadow that appeared in front of him.

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"It's so boring, Sean is gone again, and no one is playing with me." Said Ivan, the bear child who sneaked into Sean's room.

Rummaging through them, the bear child hopes to find interesting things in Sean's room, such as something strange and mysterious about some kind of meat or a firecracker that Sean said would make a thunderous sound.

"Damn, Sean dared to write my name in a small notebook, and lied to me, seeing that I didn't sue him, and dared to treat Lord Ivan like this." After two days of searching, I didn't find anything new that the bear child expected, but I found the journal recorded by Sean, which recorded the bear child's various crimes and revenge methods, and it is no wonder that the bear child was angry and wanted to sue after reading it, because the words attacking his mother were more than three times his own, and now the bear child was able to find an ally.

After the bear child left Sean's room, Rubick's book hiding behind the diary was trembling, looking at the books that were still stained with footprints on the ground by the bear child, Rubick's book cried to the old friends on the ground and said, "Sean master, come back quickly!" Your magic book is about to lose your chastity. ”

That's why you put Uncle Sean's diary close to the bear kid?

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"Thompson, don't persuade me anymore, I'll go to Sean again to confirm, I don't believe Sean will be the murderer of Cindy!"

"Ann! The letters left by Cindy are all pointed at that hairy boy, I am really blind, and I still regard him as a friend. ”

"I'll check for the last time, if... Then avenge Cindy. ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Ann." Leaving a reluctant Thompson, Ann walked towards Peter's Good Time Tavern.

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"Gangda is really amazing..." Xiao Zuo shouted excitedly on the side.

"A sharp blow, the ogre likes this trick." Little Right occasionally agrees with Little Left, doesn't it?

Xiao Zuo: "Of course! ”

Xiao You: "I'll just say it, let's taste the flames!" ”

A burst of flame flew towards the desperate Sartre, leaving only a trail of debris.

Xiao Zuo: "We're awesome! It's burning! ”

Xiao You: "We're ogre magicians, hahaha!" ”

Just looked at the ogre who was nervous every minute and every second, his brain hurt, wouldn't it be better to team up with that kid who can only brag? Just thought that he could charge an extra commission fee, and look at him when he went back.

Xiao Zuo: "It's burnt, it's not delicious!" ”

Xiao You: "Stupid, you fool! ”

Xiao Zuo: "I miss that little squirrel a little, he, barbecue, delicious!" ”

Xiao You: "That's not a squirrel, stupid!" Bounty, that, what about the squirrel? ”

Gang, who rolled his eyes, used his newly acquired ability to cut Sartre's throat under his feet, and said, "I don't know, maybe it's roasted!" ”

Xiao Zuo: "Poor little squirrel, I miss him a little." ”

Xiao You: "Stupid, we can't eat his barbecue." ”

Xiao Zuo: "Unhappy, we're not stupid, two heads, smart." ”

Xiao You: "Of course, stupid. ”

Forget it, I can't care about it, just thought so.

Level 3, Shadow Step 2, Critical Strike Level 1.

It's not far from level six, and the ogre's commission will be over soon.

That day, Gangda was looking forward to it.

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In the wild area outside the camp, more and more animals are approaching the camp, and the woods near the river are destroyed.

Scorched marks spread across the verdant land, and towering trees were broken off by chains.

Looking at the various creatures on the run, Fred Arnold sighed and pulled his hood: "I'm sorry, senior. ”

Then he turned and moved towards the camp.