The scratches were a jumble of scratches, each looking about a centimeter wide and a knuckle length deep, and scratched the thick, neat door panel beyond recognition.

It's just that Song Qingxiao noticed a very noteworthy point, the doors of these churches are about three meters high, but the location of these scratches is almost concentrated in the middle and lower sections of the door.

The top of the door was still clean, and there was not the slightest scratch.

"Some of these marks look like they were left by the claws of some kind of demonic beast."

The monk stepped forward and took one look, and said his guess.

In addition to the door, there were also the same scratches on the pillar next to him, he looked closer for a while, took a deep breath, and said with great certainty:

"There's a dark aura left."

With that, he turned to look at the elf:

"Can you smell what kind of monster left traces?"

Among the three, the elves not only have sensitive skills, strange magic skills, etc., but also have a strong talent that can be born close to and communicate with nature.

There was a dark aura in the scratches left here, and perhaps with his talent, he could smell the origin of the creatures that left them.

But the elf did not seem to hear the monk's words, and his beautiful eyes, which showed mourning in the night, looked at the corner of the door, and the sorrow in his eyes seemed to overflow his eyes.

A few people followed his line of sight and saw a dark shadow faintly visible in the night.

Song Qingxiao's eyesight is amazing, and the impact of the night on her is not very deep.

It was a small ornament about the size of a fist, like some kind of hard fruit that had been dried and hollowed out.

It is carved with exquisite craftsmanship into a special hollow pattern, which seems to contain something.

As the breeze blew, the ornament was pushed by the wind, and the contents of it gently swayed with a crisp impact of 'ding ding ding'.

This sound, which should have sounded very pleasant and moving, sounded at the door of the deserted and dimly lit church at this time, but it was indescribably strange and deranged.

"It's a wind chime made from a flower and fruit shell, and the mark on it is a mark belonging to the sub-elf family."

The elf's tone was heavy and sad, in fact, when he entered the village, he already had an ominous premonition when he saw the pumpkin magic lantern.

The houses built on the side of the trees and the soft rattan ladders made of intertwined vines are full of elves.

They love nature and mostly live in forests, living close to nature.

The elves are pure in nature, they are also a race favored by the creator gods, and have an endless lifespan, but it is extremely difficult to reproduce.

This makes the elves extremely close and close to each other, and almost all of them are more or less related to each other.

So after the team came to this small mountain village with no people, the elves felt very bad when they saw the architectural style, but they didn't make a sound.

Now that he saw the wind chimes hanging at the entrance of the church and confirmed the identity of the group, his mood suddenly seemed extremely low.

"Maybe they've already evacuated—" The monk glanced at the lost young man with some pity, and gave him a gentle sigh of relief.

Feino didn't feel reassured by his comfort, but forced a smile and sighed lowly.

The elves are extremely united, and if the village is inhabited by the sub-elves, they will not abandon their people and run away after a terrible incident.

In this way, he could almost imagine the final fate of the people in the village.

"What are you doing?"

Just as the monk was comforting the depressed elf, the swordsman's startled voice suddenly woke the two of them up.

The monk looked up and saw that the swordsman seemed to be a little angry.

The position where the three saints stood was originally in the shape of a 'pin', and Song Qingxiao was standing surrounded and protected by the three of them.

But before the elf left its original position because of the discovery of the token of the same clan, and the monk was also attracted by the scratch first, the word 'pin' was no longer formed, and after a while, Song Qingxiao had already left the position where she was supposed to stand.

She stood in front of the half-hidden door, as if looking at the mark on the door.

The monk couldn't help but feel a big headache, and hurriedly walked over to her, trying to persuade her:

"It's dangerous here—"

Before he finished speaking, Song Qingxiao interrupted him and said:

"Do you look at these scratches, do they look like human fingers?"

As she spoke, the hand reached for the door panel, aimed at a mark, and snapped her fingertips into the grooves of the scratches, comparing the gesture of scratching the door panel.

"Shhhh

The monk's eyes widened, and the words he had meant to say fell back into his stomach.

In the eyes of the three of them, they saw her hand pressed against the dark door, and the two were contrasted, which was particularly eye-catching.

The snow-white, slender fingertips were clasped in a scratch of similar size, which in comparison did indeed look like a human scratch.

"No, it can't be." When the elf saw this, he instantly left his sorrow behind, "What kind of person can be so powerful?" ”

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the swordsman.

Among the four, everyone instinctively excluded Song Qingxiao.

Among the remaining Three Saints, the monk belonged to the Dharma system, his body was weak and brittle, his spiritual power was incredibly strong, but the strength of his physical body was not worth mentioning.

Although the elf has the attributes of agility and magic, his physical body is not strong enough to grasp the door panel with his bare hands and leave a mark on the door panel.

On the contrary, the swordsman has a strong physique, and the physical body has extremely strong strength, and he may be able to do this.

The swordsman strode forward, his fingers bent into claw shapes, and his fighting energy was activated at the same time.

A golden halo covered his fingers, and he gripped hard at the door.

'Boom-'

The powerful fighting spirit rushed out, instantly knocking out a hole-sized hole in the door panel.

"Nope." He shook his head, and as soon as the words fell, he unloaded the fighting spirit in his hand again, and grabbed it out with one claw again-

'Whew-'

His nails clawed at the door panel, making a screeching sound, and he pulled some of the scraps out of the door and stuck between his fingers.

Where he had scratched, he left several marks.

Although the door panel is thick and sturdy, it cannot withstand the destruction of vindictiveness.

But if you don't use your fighting spirit, relying purely on the strength of your body, although you can scratch a crack in the door, you can't leave it so deep as the length of a knuckle.

Only a high-level demonic beast with strong physical strength could do such a thing without using magical power.

"The height of the scratches here is no more than two meters." Song Qingxiao was not affected by the swordsman's words, and said his observations:

"This is the level that belongs to the 'human' after raising his arm."

And although she didn't know much about Warcraft, Song Qingxiao felt that these traces in front of her were more like 'people'.

She glanced at the three people who were frowning, and added slowly:

"Of course, if these are still 'human'."

When the Three Saints heard her say this, their hearts couldn't help but sink.

They had experienced the battle of sealing after the 'Moon' Sage betrayed the Holy See, and they knew far more about the details of that battle than Song Qingxiao.

Several people seemed to remember something, their faces instantly became extremely ugly, and before they could speak, Song Qingxiao had already reached out and pushed the door-

'Click! ’

There was a faint resistance from behind the half-covered gate, but this resistance was broken by Song Qing's small force.

The sound of the door breaking behind the door and the 'clang' sound of the door being pushed open sounded at the same time, and a murky smell mixed with rancid stench poured out from behind the door in the church, startling the three people with ugly faces.

"You ......"

The swordsman didn't have time to stop it, but he saw that the door had been pushed open, and Song Qingxiao lifted his long legs and stepped in.

The courage of this 'newcomer' was much greater than the three expected, but such a move was too reckless.

The swordsman who came back to his senses clenched the heavy sword, and the fighting energy on his body surged, turning into gold, he strode in the direction of Song Qingxiao, and said loudly:

"Follow me!"

Although she has a layer of blessing from the saint, it is clear that some kind of dark creature has attacked the church, and the danger has not been completely removed.

As soon as everyone entered the church, the faint light from the magic jack-o-lantern lit by Edward was completely blocked.

The necromantic aura here was so strong that it had reached a point where it had already made the Three Saints feel extremely uncomfortable!

Yin Qi, Corpse Qi, and Death Qi fused together, and as the four of them entered, this balance was instantly broken.

The 'whistling' sound of the wind blew in, causing the dead air to surround several people, as if to pull them into despair.

In the endless darkness, there seemed to be unknown creatures lurking around, and as soon as the elf's palm was spread, a green light the size of a bean sprout appeared in his palm, dispelling most of the darkness in the blink of an eye.

That little bit of green shoot-like light was very bright, but it was not dazzling, with a special aura, which suppressed the yin and evil qi in this place as if it had suppressed a lot.

"This is the lamp of the soul unique to the elves......"

The monk seemed to know Song Qing's surprise in his caution, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he let out a loud gasp as if he had seen some incredible scene:

"-Hey, what the hell happened here?"

With the light from the elves, a few people were able to see the general situation inside the church.

The main hall of this church is not very large, the interior is about 120 square meters, the dome is about 10 meters high, and there is a delicate copper lamp in the shape of the sun hanging down at the center point.

Around the main lamp are the corners that seem to be surrounded by stars, and each corner is topped by a lamp disc.

It's just a pity that the flame of this lamp has been extinguished for a long time, and under the spread of dark power, black spots have appeared on the copper pipe.

On the innermost wall of the main church, a huge shield is hung high, and in the center of the shield a great sword hangs down.

At the entrance of the church, a thick wooden stake supporting the gate had broken in two and fell to the ground.

But to the surprise of the three of them, the church in this village was densely packed at this time, and at least dozens of coffins were parked.

"How can there be so many coffins?"

After a long time, the monk finally came to his senses, and he had probably guessed something, and his face was full of pity and sorrow.

The coffins here are so dense that almost the entire church is filled.

On each coffin, there seemed to be some strange lines, and Song Qingxiao took a closer look and found that these revealed lines were actually the color of the coffin itself.

It was as if the coffin had stopped here, covered with a grayish-brown haze under the breath of darkness and dust.

And these lines are just like the contrasting marks that appear when a 'person' writes a finger on the coffin at random.

"Frion, Libid—" the monk said, glancing at the coffin, with a heavy heart, "it should be the names of the dead." ”

"Come and see!" The elf's voice immediately attracted the attention of the other three, and he seemed to have a new harvest.

He was agile, and now he had appeared under the shield in the innermost part of the main hall of the church, and his hand reached behind the shield, and he felt something like a notebook in his hand, and beckoned to the three of them.

The monk's expression was so grim that he didn't care to study the coffins anymore, and hurriedly walked in the direction of the elves.

He held the 'lamp of the soul' in one hand and the notebook in the other, and handed it to the monk.

The monk tucked his thick 'book' under his arm, and took the notebook that the elf had found.

Several people have a hunch that this notebook may record important clues about the horrors that have occurred in this mountain village.

The situation and geographical location of the village are also among them, which is a precious treasure left to them by the people of the village after the accident.

The monk took a deep breath, lowered his head, and was silent for three seconds, gesturing with a gesture of prayer, and then touched the notebook as if he had made up his mind.

The notebook was only one-third the thickness of the 'book' in his hand, and was made of the skin of an unknown animal, but the animal's skin had no defensive powers, and was already stained by the dark forces.

The monk stroked the notebook and opened it with gratitude.

The previous record is the situation in the village.

It is called 'Og Village', and it happens to be located in a remote mountain valley about 1,200 miles east of the first section of the Misty Forest track, and there are forty-six families living in it, all of whom are sub-elves of the family.

With a population of 125 people, including 3 priests, a total of 128 people, it is a small, remote and inconspicuous village in the Federation.

After learning the direction that the monk had been looking for, his eyes lit up, but then he thought that there were 128 people in this village, but after there was no one in sight, this excitement disappeared again.

The village is too small, and there are not many major events that usually happen, which are nothing more than trivial things.

But the pastor here is extremely conscientious, and he writes down even the smallest things in his notebook very carefully.

This is thanks to the priest evaluation system of the Divine Court, which makes this diary like a running account filled most of it, and also allows several people to easily and quickly understand what has happened in this village this year through words.