Zhao Mai's nervous sweat slipped from the corners of his forehead, and the ever-accelerating heartbeat and the breathing that tried to light up created a contradiction, bringing him a sense of dizziness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEven when facing kobolds, he wasn't as nervous as he was now. Perhaps in various video games, I have fought with kobolds, goblins, and orcs countless times, and I have lost my sense of strangeness. But the sudden appearance of corpses by the river is by no means a common sight.

You have to see it anyway, and you have to know what happened before you can decide what to do next. Zhao Mai forced himself to calm down, let go of distractions, and repeatedly observed his surroundings. After that, he cautiously came out of his hiding place.

Under the willow tree, it was indeed the carcass of a cheetah, its body twisted into a twist from the middle, and its two front legs and two hind legs formed an angle of one hundred and eighty degrees. It seems that after crossing the river, Lucius and they were attacked, could that arm be Lucius's?

"How come?!" Zhao Mai brushed aside the withered willow branches and saw the corpse's face. The Eaglewing Druidall's eyes were wide open, a large hole had been made in his heart, and his blood had long since dried up. Judging by his appearance, he must have experienced a hard struggle before he died, and his limbs and torso were covered with small wounds, as if he had been pulled by a wire rope.

The druid's death had not been more than a day, so it had not yet stinked, so Zhao Mai was able to hold back the discomfort and drag his body out from under the willow tree. His fatal wound was a penetrating wound to the heart, which, judging from the rolling of the flesh, should have penetrated from the back and exited the chest. He didn't have any weapons or equipment on him, and even the pockets under his robe were clean. This made Zhao Mai have to wonder, was Dale captured first and then executed?

There were no other people around, and Zhao Mai couldn't track the footprints, so he was at a loss. The most important thing now is to get back to the community as quickly as possible and tell the druids the news. However, he can't let his body be exposed in broad daylight like this!

Although they haven't been together for a long time, Dahler feels good about Zhao Mai. He was able to calm down and listen to the young man's words, and readily agreed to give him a potion of sickness as a reward. Zhao Mai had estimated that the value of a bottle of third-level spell was around seven hundred and fifty gold coins, and a training task for a junior apprentice would never have such a benefit.

Moreover, when cruising all the way, Dale from the Eagle Wing community can treat everyone equally, and sometimes even take care of Zhao Mai, who is relatively slow, which is a heart-warming feeling for Zhao Mai who broke into this world alone.

"Mr. Dale, I want to bury you in the ground, but I'm afraid I can't. I didn't have the tools to dig up, and the side of the river was full of woods and the ground was so entrenched that I couldn't dig a big enough hole. Zhao Mai looked at Dahler's wide eyes and said, "There are no fish in the oil smoke river, and the water burial effect will not be good." If your bubbly corpse drifts to Wolf's Ear, there's no telling what they'll do to you. So I can only choose to set you on fire, in the form of cremation. ”

After speaking, Zhao Mai stretched out his hand and closed Dale's eyelids hard according to the method he saw in the film and television show. It is said that it is difficult for the human body to ignite, and the more branches you need, the better. Zhao Mai is not like some druids, who are not even willing to destroy the branches. It took more than two hours for Zhao Mai to build a cremation pile by the river.

"A normal cremation pile is to be fueled, so keep it simple. Zhao Mai ignited the bark fibers with the lighter of the musket, and the fire slowly rose. He patiently cared for the fire until he was sure that all parts were burning.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm limited. Zhao Mai watched Dale's body being engulfed in flames, and said his final goodbye to him: "Although you have not been able to enter the earth, the forces of nature will eventually possess your body, and the Force will accept your soul." I don't know if that's right or not, I hope you don't mind. ”

After doing all this, he immediately left with the reserve and headed in the direction of the druid community of his memory.

Further west, in the depths of the dense forest, about thirty kilometers away from them, a strange procession was slowly advancing. Leading the way are two earth trolls, looking like a one-horned fairy magnified a hundredfold. Huge pincer-like claws with serrated edges that cut through trees that stand in the way. They then use their long, hard horns to push the trunk to the side to clear a path.

Behind them were four trolls, who together carried a palanquin, carefully balancing, and followed the earth trolls. The sedan chair is surrounded by a thick cloth curtain in the shape of a small room, and it is difficult to see who or what is riding inside.

Every now and then, some gray mist wafted out of the gap in the curtain and slowly settled towards the ground. Some weak lifeforms such as mosses and mushrooms quickly lose their vitality after being exposed to the gray mist, turning from growth to aging, and soon die.

Behind the palanquin were two strong bear goblins, with their bare bodies with solid muscles and a huge head on their hairy shoulders. The mouth with a pair of lower fangs was chewing raw meat, bloody as if it had just been taken from some animal. Their eyes looked left and right, constantly scouting their surroundings, and occasionally glancing at a large cage behind them that was being carried by a troll.

Lucius, Afra, and Purple Moon were locked inside, their hands and feet tied, and their mouths were not stuffed with stinky strips. As long as they moved, they would be beaten with long sticks by the bear goblins who followed them, and whispered that it was okay to speak, and if they dared to shout loudly, they would be beaten with a stick.

Ziyue has a big bag on her head, that's how she came here.

"What are they doing here, and why are they going deeper into the Farmer's Forest?" said to Afra and Lucius as she rubbed her swollen bag with her hand, and whispered softly.

Lucius was left with only a pair of shorts, and his muscular body was covered in stains and looked embarrassed. There was also a very obvious strangulation mark on his neck, which was still bruise. From time to time, Lucius would touch the scar with his hand, and he seemed to feel the horror of the rope wrapping around his neck and dragging him into the water.

However, these wounds were no match for the pain in his heart, and the cheetah died in front of him, which dealt a serious blow to him. Afra looked at the despair that welled up in his eyes from time to time, a kind of despair triggered by shock and grief. She began to worry about Lucius's state, for fear that he would lose his cool at any point. It's okay for the time being, Lucius is a little tired but not decadent, and still maintains his usual sanity: "Except for the Departing community in the Farmer's Forest, what else is there to pay attention to these people?"

"Even if he is very good and kills Mr. Dallet, the druid master in the community is not easy to mess with, and he will definitely be defeated. Ziyue pursed her lips and made a "Die, you" gesture to the sedan chair.

"That's exactly why we're alive. Afra spoke suddenly.

"We don't have much exchange value!" Ziyue was a little puzzled: "Besides, the Departing Walkers are not rich, they are far inferior to Eagle Wings, are they?

Lucius sighed deeply, lowered his head and said, "I'm afraid the three of us are just using it to delay time." ”