No. 1 scolded for a long time, and vomited a few more times, until his stomach was empty and he felt that he couldn't vomit anymore, so he raised his head and asked with teary eyes, "Is there any water?" ”

"Nope!" Song Qingxiao frowned.

With tears in his eyes, he got up from the ground and saw the corpses of the orcs lying on the edge of the pool still twitching.

One of the orc's arms was frozen, and at a glance, he knew that it was Song Qing's hand.

The severed head of the orc, floating in the middle of the pool, had flipped over, rippling in the water, and the remains of the corpses floating around it also floated and sank.

Although after starting No. 1's question, Song Qingxiao replied that it was the water of the rotting corpse pool, combined with the foul smell in his mouth, No. 1 was already mentally prepared.

But knowing is another thing than actually seeing, as soon as he saw the appearance of the pond, he collapsed again, turned around and kicked the corpse of the orc several times:

"Count you dying early, cheapen you!"

After he finished kicking, he still didn't get rid of his hatred, and bent down to carry the orc's two feet again, trying hard to push the orc's heavy corpse into the pool, and beckoned to Five:

"Five, come and help me."

As soon as his voice fell, No. 5 was obviously angry, grabbed the orc's arm, put his shoulder against the orc's waist, and worked together with No. 1, and the orc's corpse slid into the pool with a 'plop'.

Song Qingxiao looked at their actions speechlessly, "Hurry up, don't delay!" ”

The pool was stirred, and the sediment at the bottom of the pool floated again, and the water splashed everywhere, and the stench dispersed, and all three of them covered their mouths and noses in unison, and fled in all directions in a panic, avoiding these stinking droplets.

"Where is this?" No. 1 pinched his nose, didn't dare to breathe, pursed his lips and asked in a low voice:

"Aren't we going back to the horror camp and saving the fugitives?"

As he spoke, he glanced around, and within his sight, in addition to the three trialists, there should be only one orc who was killed by Song Qingxiao, and there was no other living mouth.

But when a few people came out of the altar of the dead, it was clear that there were still three or four fugitives on the same road, where did those fugitives go?

Where exactly is this? Why did you appear right here as soon as you stepped out of the Altar of the Dead?

Where did the number six and seven, who came in this direction one step ahead of everyone else, go? The Altar of the Dead was only a step away from this place, but why didn't everyone hear the slightest sound when they stood on the other side of the black fog?

No. 1 and No. 5 were full of doubts in their hearts, Song Qingxiao let out a long breath of turbid air in his heart, and kicked the broken bones buried in the ground next to his feet:

"We may already be in the terror camp."

She repeated her previous guess, and this time both No. 1 and No. 5 heard it clearly, and the two of them were stunned for a moment, and then their faces changed greatly:

"In the horror camp?" One was surprised, "Impossible! ”

Five also looked solemn, "Didn't the fugitives say that there are several checkpoints between the horror camp where they are being held and the altar of the dead?" ”

What's more, after several people entered the trial, they also escaped from the blood-colored tunnel in person, experienced giant sniping, and passed through the drawbridge to reach the altar of the dead.

After the reversal of the Altar of the Dead, everyone chose the direction of turning back, even if they wanted to return to the horror camp, it couldn't be so fast, right?

It was as if there was only a wall between the Altar of the Dead and the Camp of Terror, and it was just a blink of an eye.

"And what about those who have fled?" When No. 5 asked this, the eyes of the three of them subconsciously fell back to the big ding in the middle, the water in it was boiling and tumbling, and there were fresh traces of slaughter next to it.

"No......" One muttered, his stomach, which had calmed down a bit, began to tumble again.

Song Qingxiao walked straight in the direction of Dading, there were large pieces of meat cooked in it, and a huge wooden spoon was hung next to it.

There were some blood-stained flesh and blood residues messed around the ding, and several heads were mixed in, exuding a sickening smell of blood.

The ground was full of gnawed bones, and without looking at the situation, several people could guess what was boiling in the pot.

Song Qingxiao remembered what the fugitives had said, the undead clan attacked human territory every ten years, captured humans for food, and imprisoned them in horror camps.

The shock of hearing about humans as food at first was far less than the shock of witnessing it at this time.

No. 1's cheeks began to twitch, and No. 5 also clenched his fists, but Song Qingxiao was silent for a moment, picked up the huge spoon on the side of the pot, and began to bend down to rummage through the heads mixed in the debris.

There were about seven or eight human heads in this pile of broken bones, and there were also some unknown animal bones, she flipped over a few times, threw the spoon, and said calmly:

"Not the fugitives."

No. 1 was stunned to see her move, and when she said this, he said in surprise:

"How do you know for sure?"

The heads of these people were covered with mud and blood, and it was difficult to distinguish what they were.

"The age is different, the person we are talking to is an old man, and he is skinny." None of these skulls correspond to the physical characteristics of the elderly.

That old man has been arrested for thirty years, and when he lives to this age, he should also have a set of life-saving techniques.

But here's the problem, from the Altar of the Dead to this place, but in the blink of an eye.

The old men in the group of refugees were old and frail, and the others were almost exhausted, and it was impossible for them to move so quickly and go into hiding.

Song Qing tilted his head slightly:

"And there's another doubt." One moment he was still at the altar of the dead, and the next moment Song Qing noticed that he was caught by this orc and pressed into the pool.

But how she was arrested, she didn't have the slightest impression, which is too strange.

"It's a bit like every time you go to trial."

Every time you enter the trial scene, in addition to the task clues provided in the sea of knowledge, the rest needs to be explored by the trialist himself.

Trialists who have just entered the trial may encounter all sorts of unexpected situations, just like when everyone appeared in the bloody tunnel and was chased by the two-headed dog.

There was some truth to what she said, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to explain why everyone had stepped out of the altar of the dead, and the next moment they appeared here, being pressed into the pool of rotting corpses by the orcs.

Nor can it explain why the few fugitives who followed the three disappeared without a trace in a short period of time.

No. 1 looked suspicious, stood in front of the boiling Tang Ding of 'Gollum', and asked:

"According to what you say, what we experienced before was just an illusion?"

If what Song Qingxiao said is true, and everyone can really enter the mission at this time, then all the actions that have been mixed into the ranks of the refugees, escaping from the blood-colored tunnel, forcing back the two-headed dog, killing the giant, and breaking into the altar of the dead are all fake?