The dilapidated [Sadek] camp was littered with corpses strewn with a large number of bones twisted at strange angles, presenting themselves in a variety of poses, some hanging from the fence, some with the upper body on a carriage with only the carriage remaining, and the lower body abandoned under a dead tree more than ten meters away from the carriage, and many more, scattered bones, which were not clear who was who.

Looking at the overgrown weeds and broken wooden houses in the camp, Sycamore gently kicked a skeleton that looked fairly intact with his foot, but at the slightest touch, it turned into flying ashes, and hesitantly turned his head to ask the Druid Eagle: "Well, this should be the [Sadek] camp of the Talon Druids, right?" ”

"Yes, this should be Camp Sadek, this"

Not far away, the flail eagle frowned and squatted down, checked the rotting clothes on the other skeleton sitting under a dead tree, and nodded with a heavy face: "Come and see, this is the skeleton of a great druid of at least 7th order!" Judging by the degree of weathering, it may have been a long time since it died! ”。

After the death of high-level professionals, their bones tend to be preserved for a long time, which is related to their strength before death, the stronger the strength, the stronger the energy remaining in their bones after death, and this residual energy often makes them transform into other forms of life after death, such as zombies, skeletons, ghosts, etc. among the undead.

The rule of death, which even those who had been clerical priests in their lifetime, could not resist was not affected by their will and beliefs, unless their faith was truly pious enough to connect with the gods they believed in, and to send down divine grace to welcome their souls into the kingdom of the gods.

It is a pity that most of the gods in the myths and legends on the continent of Kovarare have not appeared in any form for a long time, which has caused a large number of sects to gradually die out in the long history, and only those sects whose believers can still invoke the divine power of the gods can continue.

But even so, these sects that have continued for thousands of years have not had any miracles to deepen the faith of their followers, as can be seen from the fact that the sects have not appeared [fanatics] for many years.

Most of the believers of various sects are [shallow believers], and some are even [pan-believers], because the believers themselves have a little doubt about the existence of the gods they believe in, and in order to find a true god worthy of belief, many people believe in multiple gods at the same time.

The reason why the Silver Flame Sect, which only emerged after the end of the [End War], has flourished on the Kovarare continent in less than two thousand years is mainly because of the silver flame that burns all year round in the Silver Flame Grand Sanctuary and the sound of silver flames transmitted from the silver flame.

The Guardian of the Silver Flame, who conveys the voice of the Silver Flame, has also become the embodiment of the Silver Flame in the world, which makes the Silver Flame believers believe that their gods are real, and also makes the believers turn their noses up at those sects that do not respond to prayers, calling them hypocrisy, believing that the Silver Flame Sect is the only true religion in the world.

In this case, it is only natural for the Silver Flame sect to exclude dissidents and develop along the course of monotheism, and to regard those heretics who do not believe in Silver Flame as heretics.

The Druids are probably the only religion that can compete with the Silver Flame Sect, and the druids who believe in nature are not even worshiped by a specific person, but believe in nature itself, of course, there are also Druid sects that believe in [Forest Goddess: Alona], and among them, the druids of the elven race are the mainstay.

Few people know how powerful an indisputable 7th-order grand druid is, but as a druid, the flail eagle knows better than anyone that now there is a 7th-order grand druid who has fallen in this unknown place, and the story behind it is probably not as simple as imagined!

Lingyue Frost Snow wondered, "It's been a long time since this druid camp was destroyed, why did the quest scroll still ask us to come here?" Could this skeleton be the Milua mentioned in the scroll? Silver Frost Grand Druid? ”

Wutong pointed to the bones on the ground and said, "Theoretically, the bones of this great druid should not be Milua. Silver Frost Grand Druid, unless the male Grand Druid has taken the name of a female Elf. ”

There was a flurry of emotion, and few of them would have mastered such a boring knowledge as "The Theory of Racial Surnames".

"Moreover, the human great druid surnamed this man on the ground died of some kind of toxin, and in the forest, the possible surname of a great druid who wants to kill a great druid with poison will not be higher than winning the exchange rate jackpot of the International Federal Bank."

Wutong squatted down and carefully examined the bones of the Great Druid on the ground, pointing to a blackened spot on his shoulder blades: "So I don't think it's wrong to call us to Camp [Sadeq] on the quest scroll, the mistake is that we may have come many years late!" ”

"What do you mean we're so many years late? Although the progress was a little slower in order to brush the materials, it only took us half a month before and after, right? ”

Everyone looked at the bones on the ground blankly, not understanding where Wutong saw so much information, could it be that the mages were all detectives?

"It's okay to farm materials, we've been many years late since we landed on the Endless Isle."

Wutong thought for a moment and said: "The previous generation of the Captain of the Venern Academy, that is, my eight school mentors, they participated in a total of sixty-seven chief wars, but the chief wars they participated in have always been fought on the Endless Islands, according to the calculation of every four years, the last chief war with the Endless Island as the competition venue was two hundred and sixty-eight years ago, that is, before my eight school mentors became the chief of the academy.

It is said that it was because of the chief war before they became the head of the academy that there was a very tragic accident on the Endless Island, and all the chief officers of the academy who participated in the chief war in all countries were killed, and none of them could go back, so the battlefield of the chief war was later changed to the Endless Islands.

If I guessed correctly, the task scroll we got was probably a mission prepared for the group of academy chiefs two hundred and sixty-eight years ago, but then no one came to the Endless Isle, so it was our turn to receive the task. ”

"Gollum~"

The dwarf swallowed, "According to your meaning, then it's not possible for us to die?" Didn't these old guys send us to this hellish place to send us to death? ”

"I forgot to tell you that the participants of the last giant chief war on the Endless Isle were all composed of high-level professionals, and the chief war held on the Endless Islands was only possible for mid-level professionals at the very least."

Wutong spread his hands and said helplessly: "So I have to correct your words, we are not 'likely to die', but 'definitely dead'!" This time, the kingdoms tore their faces and re-activated the Endless Island as the battlefield of the chief war, originally to consume the elites of the hostile countries, we are just cannon fodder under high-level decisions, otherwise, for Mao to impose [soul barrier] on us, I am afraid that we will not die completely enough! ”

"Boom!"

The dwarf almost jumped up and scolded, but was pulled to the side by the hammer, and the hammer said calmly: "What are you panicking about, it is impossible for the core consciousness god to arrange a mortal task, don't forget that we are players, and any impossible thing in the game is used to be broken by us." Mu, you just say how are we going to complete this task two hundred and sixty-eight years ago? ”

Wutong shook his head: "I don't have a clue for the time being, but I don't need to worry, anyway, it's not just a group of us who received the task two hundred and sixty-eight years ago, I don't believe that the luck of the other contestants will be good, and they have received a task that is easy to complete." After all this time, the nature of the mission has completely changed, and we may not be facing immediate danger, but the secret of how all the participants of the last Chief War were killed. ”

Everyone will be skeptical, but Wutong knows that his guess is likely to be close to the truth, because the old man Zemmour told him that the chief war is the war of the mage, and the ability of the mage is never based on combat as the first element.

"Let's search this camp first, shall we?"

Wutong looked around, the camp was not too big, but there were more than a hundred and so buildings, and a search might be able to find some clues.

The group was scattered, the wanderers were tasked with searching the houses, while the others remained in the open space as much as they could, and gathered together, and in a place where high-level professionals were prone to death, safety was the first priority.

"It's strange that this druid camp looks like it has been ransacked, and there is not even any loot except for all kinds of bones"

Infinity complained and walked out of a wooden house with only walls left, carrying a rusty dagger in his hand, which was probably the only "trophy" he found, and the hammer came back from the other direction, shaking his head to indicate that no one had gained anything, but threw a small bag at Sycamore.

Wutong opened it and looked at it, there were some coins inside, gold coins, silver coins, copper coins, it should be the only harvest, Wutong did not dislike it and put it into the [small treasury of Wujin] on his waist, in order to let Maya Melody burn skills, he almost burned all the currency that everyone carried, and the coins that are not too old in these years can be added a little.

"There's nothing in this damn place, help me see if this short sword is useful."

Infinity complained, and handed the rusty short sword to Sycamore, anyway, it was the place where the 7th-order Great Druid stayed, maybe it was a good thing?

Wutong took the short sword and threw a [repair technique] to remove the rust on the short sword, and found that it was just a short sword with a very ordinary shape, but there were three terrible blood grooves created on it, Wutong frowned: "This is a short sword used for assassination"

As he spoke, he threw a [Identification] up, revealing its caste:

Vodic Poison Short Sword [Intermediate Strange Object]: Sharp +5, [Poisonous] +1.

Description: It is a short sword that has been tempered with unknown poison.

The surname of this short sword surprised Wutong greatly, the short sword that I thought was not a good thing, turned out to be an intermediate strange thing, +5 [sharp] surname, which can almost ignore most of the defenses, and the most important thing is its [poisonous] +1 surname, although there is no clear type of toxin, but it is obviously impossible to be an ordinary toxin.

Looking at the tip of the dagger, Sycamore looked at the shoulder blade of the Great Druid's skeleton, and there was a small triangular gap in the blackened bone, which coincided with the poisonous Dagger, and it was obvious that they had found the murder weapon that caused the death of the Great Druid!

Carefully holding the blade of the dagger away from himself, Sycamore looked up at the flail eagle: "Eagle, do you know what toxins can cause a great druid to die without reacting?" ”

The flail eagle also checked the wound on the shoulder blade of the great druid and the short sword, and said with a solemn face: "If you want to hurt the great druid and make him powerless to save himself, I am afraid that the only poison of the spiny-tailed lion with the paralyzing special surname will be!" ”

"Thorntailer?"

Wutong imagined the image of a lion with a thorn on its tail and shook his head: "I haven't seen it." However, it is estimated that the clue is on the owner of this dagger, 'Vodi Geng'. "It's a headache, it's too old, so they don't have any clues, and they can't get in touch with the suspect if they find any clues, who knows what this Voditeng is.

"Maybe there's something on that Skull Mountain? Why don't we check it out? Grom pointed to the mountain not far from the camp, where the skull rock looked so strange.

In the case of not being able to find any clues, only the blind man crossed the river and groped to do it, no matter how you look at that Skull Mountain, it looks like the boss's lair! Even if they didn't find the dagger, they would have to take a look.

"Shall we bury this great druid first?"

Lingyue Frost Snow asked: "I feel that the negative energy in this place is very strong, if you don't deal with it, it will breed undead!" ”

Even if she didn't say it, the flail eagle would do it, although the druid's teachings did not pay attention to the burial, but burying a great druid predecessor was also a kind of respect for his descendants hundreds of years later.

But Lingyue Frost and Snow's words suddenly reminded Wutong, and everyone was shocked, yes! The negative energy in this camp is so strong, it is the easiest to breed undead creatures, but why is there nothing? Isn't that counterintuitive?

However, the vigilant people carefully observed the surroundings, but still did not find any movement, and the dwarf smirked: "Maybe it's because the druids have strong beliefs, so they won't become undead?" ”

Wutong rolled his eyes, even a religious madman with strong beliefs like a paladin could become an undead knight, what else is impossible?

"Anyway, let's get out of here! How do I feel hairy? There's no life at all, haven't you noticed? Ever since we entered the camp, there hasn't been a single bug around? ”

Grom shuddered, picked up his axe, and planned to cut a pit in the ground to bury the Great Druid.

Yun Qingfeng suddenly pointed to a dead tree not far away and said, "Who said nothing, isn't there a big bird there?" ”

Everyone turned their heads in astonishment, only to see a blackbird squatting silently on the bare branches of the dead tree, which looked like some kind of crow, but it was much larger than a normal crow, and looked like an eagle.

So many of them have been wandering around here for so long, and no one has noticed that there is a crow squatting there, which is too weird, Wutong carefully observed the quiet crow, and couldn't help but feel a chill, because there is no trace of life on this crow's body, its breath and the negative energy in the camp are fused together, as if it is just a part of the dead tree, no wonder everyone is not aware of its existence.

Moreover, the crow's blood-red eyes shimmered with wisdom, squatting on the branches, as if monitoring their every move, and it looked extremely weird!

"Get out of here!"

Sycamore only felt a chill all over his body urging his companions, and even the bones of the Great Druid were too late to bury them, he always felt as if something bad was about to happen.

"Quack~~!"

Afraid of something, everyone was just about to run away, the strange big crow suddenly raised its head and let out a piercing scream, and fluttered its wings, a large number of black feathers, ominously fluttering, as if the big crow was going to run naked.

"Click, click, click!"

Wutong's face changed, and he shouted: "Run!" "Others may not think of anything, but Sycamore, who is all too familiar with this sound, will not hear it wrong, it is the sound of skeleton activity!

As if the gates of hell had been opened, the entire druid camp was boiling, and a large number of skeletons poured out from all corners and dilapidated wooden houses, and under the gaze of everyone, the bones of the great druids who had just been tossed by them for a long time were shaking and moving!

As if the gates of hell had been opened, the entire druid camp was boiling, and a large number of skeletons poured out from all corners and dilapidated wooden houses, and under the gaze of everyone, the bones of the great druids who had just been tossed by them for a long time were shaking and moving!

(To be continued)