A flying and tumbling blazing red flame flew out from the ruby on the head of the staff, and in just an instant, every inch of the road swept by the flames, every blade of grass instantly turned into flying ash, every stone became red and cracked, at least 7,000 degrees of high flame made a few small trees close to it instantly carbonize, and the extreme heat made even the punk "secondary mage armor" in the energy state feel unbearable.

In less than a second, Fei Yan flew to the gathering place of the skeletons, and the burst of fire enveloped all the skeletons, and the flames swirled like a storm and burned on the ground, and the blazing fire lit up the entire forest of the dead. Every creature in the woods, including the skeletal soldiers who were far away, stared in the direction of the flames, they trembled, they were terrified, this was the instinctive fear of the creature when it faced with what it would do!

The blazing flames that raged arbitrarily burned for dozens of seconds before they gradually extinguished, and the undead skeletons that had been wiped out at the first moment of contact with the flames could no longer find any traces of existence, and their skeletons, equipment, and the "corpse" of the female priest all lasted less than five seconds in the terrifying storm before vaporizing without a trace, leaving only the rocks that had been melted by the intense heat turned into slowly flowing gelatinous glass, reflecting the cold light in the gloomy weather.

"It's definitely two or three times more powerful than a rocket," said Punk, taking a breath or two of the hot, heated air. Many areas of the ground were still as red as soldering irons.

"This is power, this is the power of destruction, this is knowledge, the magic of manipulating destruction," punk exclaimed to himself as he gently rubbed the head of the scorching gem staff, which still had a scorching temperature.

After wiping the already spotless gems even more spotlessly, Punk turned around and left the "Glazed Wasteland" with nothing but scorching air, and now, it's time for him to discover the secrets of this grove full of incongruity, and he's going to collect his rightful loot!

The closer you get to the center of the woods, the more intense the undead aura becomes, and closer to the center of the woods, there is even a mist composed of undead aura, and a lot of black mist settles down, and its thickness is enough to submerge to the ankles of the punk, and even the "secondary deflection position" is difficult to isolate all the undead aura.

Punk found the robed skeleton wandering in the woods, although the skeleton's bones were mottled and cracked, but Punk still felt the residual soul energy on it, which proved that these two mages were definitely apprentice-level powerhouses in the past, but now, they have turned into dry bones and wandered here, but- The robes worn by these two former apprentice mages were unexpected, because they were so complete, except for the gray and mutilated inscription that lost its magical effect due to the erosion of the undead breath, there was hardly any other damage, and the bones of the soldiers in the center were mostly like this, and even some soldiers didn't even seem to have drawn their swords, and the undead in the center, whether it was bones or equipment, there was no trace of battle.

Now the punk feels more and more strange, it stands to reason that the more the enemy invades the center, the more fierce the resistance should be, and the more traces of the battle should be, but the situation of this army is the opposite, the outer periphery seems to be in full swing, but the most destructive mage in the center did not make a move, and in the end, both the outer soldiers and the inner circle mages lost their lives, and the mages and soldiers who died without traces of battle but could no longer die can only indicate one situation, that is, they all died in a very short time, and even they did not have a chance to draw their swords to prepare for war until they died！

Punk leaned down and picked up a small piece of dead twig for the system to analyze

"Results: The undead breath eroded for a short time, completely neutralized the life energy of the branches within six seconds, and the cells of the branches died."

"Sure enough", Punk threw away the branch and let it fall to the ground and shatter into a few pieces of wood slag, "The undead aura here doesn't come from any erosion, it's completely generated by spells", Punk straightened his waist, he began to be frightened by the existence of this wood, it can cause such a wide range of destruction, it can make apprentice-level warriors and mages die without resistance in a few seconds, and it can make these undead breaths still "endure" after nearly half a month of overflow , This is definitely a terrifying method of a formal-level powerhouse, and from the inheritance memory, Punk knows that a spell with such a great destructive power and such a wide range of effects can be called "powerful" even in formal-level spells!

Recall that on the bones of the dead soldiers seen on the outskirts of the woods, it seems that about one-third of the skeletons have a faint strip of cloth on their shoulders, because of the poor adhesion of the dye and the erosion of the undead breath, the pattern and color of the cloth strip can no longer be seen, at that time the punk thought that this was some custom of the Camos Kingdom, just like the people who worked the earth tied a cloth belt on their heads, plus the punk was concentrating on dealing with the enemy and the calculating female priest at that time, so he didn't care about these small details, now think about it carefully, the most direct use of wearing this kind of marker is not to distinguish between friend and foe, The Camos soldiers who died outside died under the swords of "each other" because they were two armies that were hostile to each other, and as for why they were all wearing the uniforms of the Camos Kingdom, I really don't know why!

Now Punk has a rough idea of what's going on in the grove.

The two armies of the Kingdom of Camos met in this grove, one of them may be a fake army, maybe both sides are real armies but there is a split, maybe both sides are imposters, but there is a fire fight here, it is very likely that one side is chasing the other, anyway, they fought in the grove, and when the battle was halfway through, a full-level spellcaster suddenly arrived, and in order to achieve a certain goal, he used this large-scale plastic energy spell to kill one or both of the teams。 As for why the most destructive mage didn't make a move, it could be that the mage who needed to contain the enemy, or maybe he had scruples, or some other reason, anyway, when the official-level powerhouse came, they would never have a chance to make a move.

"This hellish thing is really messy, and it even involves a formal powerhouse, how can there be a formal powerhouse in such an inconspicuous little wasteland?

Anyway, these things are conspiracies or tricks, whether they are singing or crying, they have little to do with punk, he has already made up his mind, and when he goes back, he said that he killed the two undead from afar, picked up a few pieces of equipment, and ran back after locating a spatial coordinate, as for the rest of the information, I don't know anything, and I think that the mage union, which doesn't pay much attention to this matter, will choose to come and check it by itself after getting the spatial coordinates, and will not grind and chirp on a primary school apprentice to himself.

After thinking about what happened after he went back, Punk, who was now much more relaxed, looked at the robe skeleton that was still wandering in a daze, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: "It's finally time to open the box!"