"What?" Song Qingxiao's words surprised the three of them, and they all turned their heads to look at her.

She seemed to be very interested in the idols that could be found everywhere in the Federation, and even if three of them were staring at her, they didn't look away.

"The cemetery here has only just been buried, and before that, something terrible must have happened here, causing panic in the village."

"Fei Nuo said that he had been buried in the cemetery for about a year-" The swordsman frowned, and before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Song Qingxiao's voice:

"No more than a year, not a year."

Song Qingxiao corrected the swordsman's statement.

"Don't forget, the aura of darkness can speed up the corrosion of everything."

The reason why the elves saw that the cemetery where they were buried for less than a year was most likely due to the environmental impact of this place, which caused the newly buried tombs to quickly corrode by the darkness, so it looked like some time.

Compared to the three saints who have lived for hundreds of years, no matter her age or status, she should not have spoken here.

But at this time, her tone when she spoke was not hurried, her expression was calm, her eyes were cold and calm, with a kind of strength that made people involuntarily listen to her, so that several people subconsciously ignored her identity as a 'newcomer'.

"There are no tombstones, probably because the time is too tight to make them."

When she said this, she coldly pointed out:

"Maybe it's because there are so many people dying all of a sudden that the craftsmen can't catch up."

Another possibility is that perhaps the craftsman in the village who rushed to make the stele also died?

All in all, according to her speculation, it was a recent accident here that caused a large number of people in the village to die in a short period of time.

Something may have happened to these deceased before or after their deaths, which made the people of the village very uneasy.

If they are devout believers in the Holy See, and fanatical followers of the 'Sun' sage, then it is very easy to understand why there is a tomb behind the church that is very holy in the eyes of the Three Saints, and trying to use the power of the church to suppress such a thing after what has happened.

As for what happened, she didn't need to say more, the monk and the others could already vaguely guess it.

The village was shrouded in darkness and is now an abandoned village with no people.

And what can suppress the darkness happens to be the light.

The answer was about to come out, and the monk put down his hand on the statue in a decadent manner, and his eyes showed regret:

"They've been attacked by an army of the undead."

Song Qingxiao didn't speak again, she was still looking up at the statue, but as her divine sense was released, the divine consciousness fluctuation that she had captured earlier had disappeared without a trace after the elf returned.

The statue still maintained its posture of looking down at the dragon prostrate at its feet, but when the dim green light reflected on the statue's face, the statue's eyes had lost their previous creepy luster.

The three saints were all preoccupied and didn't realize the change in Song Qingxiao's eyes.

Although they had a bad feeling before entering the village, they still held on to a faint hope.

But when they heard the news that the elves had delivered a dozen new graves behind the church, that hope was shattered, and it turned into a heavy emotional backlog in their hearts.

There is no more disheartening news for the saints than to hear that devout believers are being persecuted by legions of the dead.

"Well—" the monk let out a long sigh, "let's go into the church and see if the villagers have any other clues." ”

Song Qingxiao was noncommittal, and both the elves and the swordsman nodded.

After speculating that there might have been a dark undead attack here, everyone's expressions suddenly became much more nervous.

The three of them advanced in the shape of 'Pin' and protected Song Qingxiao in the middle.

As we approached the church, the architecture of the church became clearer.

Although it is only a church in a small village in the Misty Forest, the church here is already as particular as possible.

The bottom of the building is made of large stone bricks, and the higher you go, the smaller the bricks become.

The masonry of the whole building is supposed to be a beige stone, but the staircase and arched door are inlaid with brick-red stones, and the same color stone bricks are stacked on the top of the door, creating a window that symbolizes the shape of the sun.

The Three Saints could even imagine that when this place was not shrouded in darkness, such a church in a village must be simple and beautiful, and it would bring peace of mind and happiness to the people of the village.

Unfortunately, under the influence of the dark aura at this time, the church seemed to be covered with a shadow, and the brown bricks became darker, forming a luster like after absorbing blood under the hazy black gas, which was extremely depressing and uncomfortable.

"I swear that I must dispel the black fog and welcome the 'sunrise' again!"

Seeing this scene, the swordsman frowned and said in a deep voice.

'Quack—' Before the monk and the elf could speak, a rough chirp came from above the heads of several men, like a mockery.

The Three Saints hadn't heard any noise before, and Leng Hao had raised his head in a hurry when he heard this sound.

When everyone looked closely, they noticed that above the church building, a large black bird about the size of an adult rooster stood on top of the door.

The place where it stepped on its claws was the top of the window, which symbolized the shape of the sun.

The big bird's body was pitch black, almost blending in with the night, the polluted wall tiles, and if it hadn't taken the initiative to speak, the Three Saints wouldn't have even noticed its existence.

"Crows?" When he saw the bird, the swordsman frowned, and there was a look of disgust in his tone.

"Damn the beast, get out of here!"

He raised his sword and pulled a sword flower, intending to drive the big black bird away:

"Get out of here!"

He didn't use his fighting spirit, for fear of damaging the building, especially since the crow was standing right above the window that symbolized the sun.

In the church, the sun-shaped objects symbolize the 'sun' sage, and the swordsman did not dare to desecrate it easily.

His loud shout startled the crow, and its wings spread out, and it slapped several times with a 'quack' call, and its body suddenly rose into the air, stirring the black mist even thicker.

But after flying around, it seemed to realize that the swordsman was just bluffing, and flapped his wings again, and the 'porphyr' fell to its previous position, tilted its head, and let out a 'quack' sound.

"Go away!" The swordsman shouted again, and swung the long sword in his hand vigorously.

'Quack-'

The black crow tilted his head, and a dark eye looked at the swordsman coldly, as if he knew that he was helpless, and even deliberately raised one of his long legs and flicked his beak. tower

"Black Crow, a third-level demonic beast, likes to peck at carrion, and is usually found in graveyards or near beasts that are about to die."

may know that Song Qingxiao doesn't know much about some situations on the mainland, and the monk took the initiative to explain thoughtfully at this time:

"They already possess a certain amount of intelligence and like to appear in groups."

A flock of crows will have a scout, similar to a detective-like character, who will follow the breath of death and appear next to the decaying corpses who are about to die, or who have already died.

After determining the location, the crow that listens to the news will attract a large number of its kind and eat happily.

Because of this characteristic, for people on the mainland, the black crow that can smell death is like a messenger of death.

They have gradually become synonymous with misfortune, and every time they hear the crow cry or appear, it seems to be a sign of imminent death.

Therefore, on the mainland, the place where the crow appears is regarded as unlucky, and such large birds are also disgusted by the people, calling them bad luck, and once encountered, they will do their best to drive them away.

The crows are extremely vindictive, and if they offend one of them, a swarm of crows will attack.

Although they are low-level magical beasts, their claws and beaks are extremely sharp, no less than a divine blade.

In addition, they eat carrion all year round, and their claws and beaks are full of incomprehensible poison, which is very terrifying, and once they see blood, even if they have the blessing of the saint, there is a fatal danger.

"The degree of harm of the flocks of black crows is even far above the fourth-order demonic beasts, you have to be careful."

The monk reminded Song Qing of a small sound, and when he saw her nod, he obviously listened to his words before he turned his head:

"Feanor, get rid of it."

Such an ominous creature should not stop at the window that symbolizes 'light'.

The elf responded, and the palms of his fingers bowed, and the fingertips and palms were facing each other, forming a special gesture.

As he moved, a green bright spot suddenly appeared on the ground.

The green light was full of vitality, and it washed away the black fog that filled the square.

I saw a green shoot quickly drill out of the green light, and the green bud grew at an extremely fast speed, and in an instant, it turned into a thick vine five or six meters long.

Two slender tentacles branched out from the vines, turning into two flying long whips, and struck in the direction of the black crow.

'Whoosh-'

In the sound of breaking the air, the black crow, which had been fearless before, saw the green vine drawing, as if frightened, and in the hoarse cry of 'quack', its folded wings opened at once, and it flapped twice and flew up again.

With the sound of 'fluttering', it seemed to smell the smell of death and refused to leave easily.

But the newly grown vine was guided by the elf, and one after another split several slender shoots, which twitched forcefully into the air to prevent the crow from falling again.

'Quack-'

It was very unwilling, and circled around the crowd, bringing gusts of wind, and its mouth chirping repeatedly, as if it was calling its companions.

"It's very noisy." Song Qing muttered softly, and as she spoke, she turned her palm, and a small ice pick was held in her hand.

With a flick of her wrist, the ice pick pierced through the black mist with a 'whoosh' sound of breaking through the air, as fast as lightning.

Not only did the three monks not react, but even the black crow flying in mid-air had not yet sensed the sound, and the ice pick pierced one of its wings.

The power of the ice system instantly sealed a pitch-black wing and froze it into a piece.

The chirp in the black crow's mouth instantly became frightened, and the spiritual power invaded its body, dyeing its dark eyes blue, and its body fell down like a kite with a broken string, and it happened to fall in the direction of Song Qingxiao in the sound of 'whew', and was grabbed by her neck by her raised hand.

The halo formed by the blessing of the saint suddenly burst into a soft light, and before the severely wounded black crow could be bounced away, Song Qing's little fingers moved-

'Click! ’

With the crisp sound of bones breaking, the rough and ugly chirping of the black crow suddenly stopped, and the big bird's raised head 'snapped' and hung down softly.

As soon as Song Qing's hand was released, the dead bird corpse fell to the square with a 'snap', and the echo sound rang out.

This scene happened in the midst of lightning and fire, and it was not until the third-order demonic beast died that the monk came to his senses, turned his head and stared at the bird corpse that had fallen to the ground and was no longer moving, and he was speechless for a while.

"You-"

He opened his mouth, as if he was meeting this 'newcomer' sent by the Federation for the first time, and his face showed surprise, confusion, and other expressions.

The performance of the 'newcomers' before was not outstanding, just like a group of hillbillies who had never seen any of the world, and he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, she would kill a third-order demonic beast, which greatly surprised him.

"In fact, Ferno's breath of life will keep these necromantic creatures away, but it will take some time."

The swordsman had a look of disapproval on his face, "This black crow is just a scout, and once it dies, it may attract revenge from the crow and add more trouble." ”

"Then just kill all the crows." Song Qingxiao raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the swordsman, as if his concerns were not worth mentioning.

As soon as these words were spoken, all three fell silent.

The strength of the crow flock is not comparable to that of a third-order demonic beast, and these black crows are extremely intelligent, and they can also fight in groups, and their beaks and claws are like sharp blades that have quenched the curse of death, which is not easy to deal with.

But then the three of them thought of her lack of common sense about the mainland, and guessed that she could say such a thing, probably because she didn't know how powerful the crow was.

"Forget it, I've already killed them anyway, everyone be careful."

After a while, the elf let go of his hand and gave a gentle voice.

The huge vine that grew on the ground quickly retracted to the ground as soon as his hand loosened, and in an instant, the green dot slowly disappeared, turning into life energy, and it spread out with a 'porphyry' and returned to his body.

"That's it." The monk sighed, then turned his head and glanced at Song Qingxiao:

"You have to be a little more careful."

His gentle reminder:

"This crow dies at your hands, you will have its breath on you, and when the crow flock arrives, it may make you the main target."

Speaking of this, he hurriedly urged:

"Let's move a little faster, and after we join everyone, with Sai Ji here, she will be safer."

Several people answered, and then stepped up the steps.

The door of the church was now ajar, and the thick door panel left countless scratches of length and shortness.