Although she didn't want to believe that the village that the elves found might be empty, she still added two sentences at the end:

"If there is really no one, it is also possible that they have learned the news in advance and quit here, but the news has not yet been transmitted back to the Divine Court."

I don't know if I was convincing Song Qingxiao or convincing myself.

Song Qingxiao didn't say anything, but she had already raised her vigilance.

The team 'rustled' forward, probably sensing that something was wrong, and the footsteps of everyone moving forward had slowed down.

The distance to the village has been shortened again and again, 500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters......

The elf who was in charge of the pathfinder at the front stopped, made a 'stop' gesture, and let out several long moans.

His voice is beautiful, and the pitch is high or low, and it sounds like an elegant birdsong, which is very moving.

"It's a unique way of greeting elves." The saint turned her head and thoughtfully explained to Song Qingxiao and No. 4:

"People on the continent of the Federation can hear such a voice, and if there are still people in the village, they know that it is not the enemy who is coming."

The undead could not have made such a beautiful sound because of their filthy creatures of darkness, and their roars were as rough as the roars of wild beasts.

After the saint said this, the forest was silent for a long time, but unfortunately the elf's greeting was not answered by the village.

In the footsteps of 'rustling', the elf seemed to walk forward for a few tens of meters, and then asked in the language of the mainland:

"Anyone?"

After a long time, everyone waited for their scalps to be numb, and finally heard the response from the dense forest:

"Anyone—"

The moment the voice sounded, the elf's eyes lit up at first, but after hearing the echo clearly, the joy on his face quickly turned into a look of loss that could not be concealed.

It wasn't that he longed to hear the village's response, but his own voice echoed through the dark forest, echoing like a sigh through the thick woods.

He turned back cautiously, making a rustling sound as each step landed on the leaves on the ground.

In the dark environment, everyone's vision is blocked, but in the dangerous environment, the sense of hearing is several times sharper than usual.

It was almost as if they could imagine the sound of his feet sinking into the soft woodland, sinking in, and then dialing out the sound of 'Siso'.

"There may be no one in the village."

With a bit of disappointment and helplessness in his tone, the elf came back to report the news to the monk.

Everyone had actually guessed this possibility when he sent out a message and did not get a response, but when they really heard him say this, many believers still involuntarily showed a look of loss on their faces.

They had just gone through a terrifying adventure and couldn't wait to find a safe place to rest, pray, and pray for the gods' protection.

But apparently the deserted village had dashed their hopes, and the atmosphere in the team became a little heavy.

The holy woman frowned and glanced at Song Qingxiao with a worried expression.

The elf's words verified Song Qingxiao's previous guess, although she didn't know why Song Qingxiao would have come to the conclusion that there was no one in the village earlier, but at this time she was enveloped by a greater fear, so that she had no time to think about other things.

The village was shrouded in darkness, and there was no one inside, but the Federation and the Divine Court had not been warned in advance.

All this is a sign that something very bad may have happened in the village, and this kind of thing is not what the pure and good saints would like to see.

"I hope they won't be tempted by the darkness to betray the Divine Court—" she muttered to herself, and let out a soft prayer.

Since the establishment of the Federation, two great sages with great prestige founded the Sun Worship Court, and the influence of the God Court has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

People on the mainland may have doubts about the federal government, but they will never have the slightest blasphemy towards the sage of the 'day'.

"I want to open it." Song Qing glanced at her, and the holy woman clenched her hands into fists, against her forehead, and kept silently reciting the mysteries of the Holy See.

She didn't have any experience of comforting, but because the Holy Maiden had provided her with a lot of useful information, and she might be able to use the Holy Maiden in the future, so she comforted her and said:

"They don't necessarily betray the Divine Court, what if they fight to the death in the face of the undead invasion?"

"Oh-"

When the saint heard this, she let out a sad sigh, followed by a small sob.

The redhead number four was silent for a long time, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Let's go to the village and have a look." The monk gave the order in a solemn tone, and the elf answered, and everyone continued on their way.

No matter what happened in the village, the monk still wanted to enter it and find out why it was empty.

What's more, he also wants to find a clue in the village, and wants to determine everyone's location, so that everyone can get back on track, so as not to move forward like a headless fly in this dense forest.

The elf quickened his pace, and the group moved faster, and after a few minutes, the group stopped.

The place where the crowd stopped was like a huge deep pit that was sunken.

The mouth of the pit was located right at the foot of the crowd, and at the end of a path that winded down was a small village nestled against a mountain wall.

At this time, the village was already shrouded in darkness, and only some dark architectural shadows could be faintly seen.

It was so close, but the village was so quiet that no one could hear any living people.

The monk had somehow walked from the end of the line and stood in the middle of the line.

He held the book in his arms, made a painful prayer gesture, and after a long silence, he sighed:

"Let's go down and have a look."

Everyone had prepared for the worst, and after hearing what he said, the elf led the way and set out on the path that led to the village.

Song Qingxiao paused for a long time and tapped the ground with her toes.

The soles of the feet are not the soft mud that I walked on before, but are paved with pebbles about the size of a palm, and they are still firm and firm when stepped on.

It is conceivable that the path must have been clean and delicate before the village had an accident, but at this time it was obscured by thick foliage, showing a bit of a desolate atmosphere after a long time of desolation.

However, Song Qing knew in his heart that the power of darkness would accelerate this corrosion, making the scenes affected by his aura appear to be inconsistent with the real time of defeat.

"It may have been about half a month since the accident."

She rubbed her toes against the ground, telling her guesses.

The monk, who had only walked forward for a short time, paused, as if he wanted to turn his head, but in the end he seemed to force himself and did not turn back.

The village was already in sight, and the group quickly walked to the position of the entrance of the village.

What caught everyone's eye was two extremely large ancient trees at the entrance of the village.

These two ancient trees are at least hundreds of years old and extremely thick.

The tall body of the tree reaches into the sky, and the canopy protruding from both sides has been woven by time, forming a natural and perfect shelter.

"What's that?" Someone seemed to have noticed something, and let out a panicked scream, causing everyone to follow his raised hand and look overhead.

I saw a pitch-black mass hanging from each side of the canopy, and it looked like two human heads hanging from the cold.

Song Qingxiao looked up and vaguely recognized that these should belong to two carefully processed pumpkin lanterns.

The jack-o'-lanterns were supposed to be beautiful and festive, but they were corrupted by the forces of darkness, causing the lanterns to dry up and blacken, losing their original color.

"That's supposed to be a pumpkin magic lantern."

The monk's answer confirmed Song Qingxiao's guess, and shortly after, Edward, who had walked to the front of the line, raised his wand with one hand.

There was only a 'bang' of flames, and the two jack-o-lanterns were ignited under the influence of the magic inside.

The fire flashed inside the hollowed-out melon body, just like the eyes of a demon blinked, and the light quickly spread from the surrounding area of the hollowed-out melon body.

Under the reflection of darkness, it quickly turned from bright yellow to a kind of gloomy green light.

The melon body was originally carved with a delicate smiley face, but because of the disappearance of the people in the village, the jack-o'-lantern lost the careful care of people, and under the corrosion of the darkness, the melon body has long been deformed, which makes the smiling face extremely weird.

At this moment, after Edward lit the lamp with the power of magic, the two jack-o'-lanterns flickered slightly, and the flames shone brightly, like two smiling demons, looking coldly at the crowd that was about to enter the village.

Elf Fino looked up at the jack-o'-lanterns with a thoughtful expression, as if he was a little sad, and as if he was still a little suspicious.

"There's still some remnants of magic."

The appearance of the light quickly dispelled the darkness, but the miserable green light shone on everyone at this moment, but it did not make the survivors feel relieved, but felt quite uncomfortable.

"Don't get separated, don't mess around, go to the village."

The monk commanded, "Ferno is at the front, Edward and I are on either side, and Arthur and Raphael are on the back, alert for other creatures to sneak up on them. ”

His calm demeanor reassured the others, and even the survivors, who were upset by entering the ruined village, seemed to smile at the presence of the Six Saints.

The village is not very large, and is built on the side of a mountain wall.

The ground is very wet, the ground is like a muddy ground that has absorbed water, every step on it, it can bring up a lot of mud, Song Qingxiao keenly sensed the rich water spiritual power here.

There are a lot of ancient trees here, but they are not messy, as if they were arranged by the creation gods, and they are evenly distributed in the col.

Surprisingly, not all of the houses here are built on the ground, and some of them are located between the huge tree trunks in the air, making them elaborate tree houses.

Between each treehouse, there are woven vines or tree roots that are raised high above the ground, intertwined to form a special path to connect, forming a strange and unique scenery.

In the middle of the village, there should be a lake, but at this time, the lake is gradually drying up, and the water level drops again and again, and finally it is only about 20 meters in diameter, revealing sand, mud and stones that should have been submerged in the water.

At the back of the lake, there is a high staircase, and when you go up, you can see the magnificent buildings.

This is one of the few buildings in this place that sits on the ground, and it looks a bit like a church, because Song Qingxiao saw a totem that somewhat resembled the coat of arms of the Twelve Saints.

"Church!"

With the faint light of the magic jack-o-lantern at the entrance of the village, the monk quickly discovered the existence of this building, and his spirits lifted and he shouted.

"After the establishment of the Federation, the Sun Worship Court has become a holy place for all ethnic groups on the mainland."

The Sage of the Sun once said that he would let the light of the Sun Worship Divine Court shine on every people who needed light, and the Holy Maiden was proud and honored:

"No matter how small the village is, there will be a church, which is the promise of the great sages back then."

When this gentle lady mentions the Sage of the Sun, she reveals a fanatical side that is completely incompatible with her personality.

Song Qingxiao didn't say anything, the monk saw the church at this time, and his mind must be:

"Let's go up and have a look."

Whether it's a town or a village, the church is clearly the center of the locals.

The status of the divine court is even higher than that of the federal government, and the locals will go to the church for help when they encounter danger and difficulties.

The priest will try to help these people who come to ask for protection, and compile them into a book and report it to the Holy See.

The number and size of the event means the merits and achievements of the pastors, and the center of the Holy See will decide on the management of their promotions according to the performance of these pastors.

So if something terrible ever happened here, the church would have been registered.

However, due to the strangeness of this uninhabited village, and the fact that there were nineteen ordinary people with no mana in the team, the monk did not rashly propose that everyone go.

Instead, after hesitating for a while, it is recommended that everyone stay where they are for the time being.

"Sage, Edward, and Raphael stayed here to protect everyone." He paused for a moment before he said:

"I, Feno, and Arthur will go to the church and explore first, and then I'll let you know if there's no danger."

After being contaminated by darkness, every part of this place is full of evil spirits.

The Holy Maiden's healing skills and the power of the Holy Light Shield are amazing, even if they encounter danger, they are enough to fight for a short time, and they can completely win the opportunity to raise the alarm.

This village is not very large, even in the church, if there is any abnormal movement, the three of them can hear the sound and rush out to gather with everyone.

His suggestion was sound, and neither the survivors nor the Six Saints objected.

For safety reasons, Song Qingxiao and Red Hair No. 4 were not among the adventures named by the monk, obviously hoping that they would be with the large army.

"I'll go into church with you."

After the monks were assigned, Song Qingxiao was out of the ranks.

Her actions made the saint stunned, and she subconsciously wanted to reach out and pull her:

"Song ......"

For the people who strayed into the village, everything here is unknown.

The combination of monks, elves, and swordsmen is just right, and there is one more Song Qingxiao, and they can't guarantee that they can protect her safety.

(End of chapter)