A very slight "poof" sounded not far away, and the night was silent, and Chris, whose body had been tempered, heard it very clearly, and he still sat and opened his eyes, but did not move. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

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There was no other sound for a while, and just as I thought it was an illusion, there was another sound, a very low moan, but the sound was very dull, as if someone had pressed his hand to his mouth.

Chris remained motionless, trying to breathe as lightly as possible, which was completely subconscious, and he didn't even know why.

It used to be said that at night, the moonlight would also reflect people's eyes into the distance, so Chris also narrowed his eyes into a slit and tried to look at the place where the sound was coming from.

There was the sound of falling leaves on the ground, and it was getting closer, and Chris simply closed his eyes, entered meditation, and looked at it with his mental power.

A human figure walked slowly under the tree not far away, this person was very alert, and after walking a few steps, he held on to the tree to rest, and Chris also "saw" that whenever "he" raised his hand and touched his waist, he couldn't help but moan.

He's hurt!

Then, he would turn around and look around warily.

In this way, he walked almost step by step, and it was a long time before he came out of the woods.

It took a long time for Chris to be sure that the man would not return before he carefully climbed down the tree.

He slowly walked to the tree that the man had helped him to, squatted down to examine it carefully, but found nothing, and then walked to another tree, but still not, Chris did not give up, and chose another one to squat down and circle around the tree.

There is a discovery!

There weren't too many weeds under the tree, but a wilted grass that had reached maturity suddenly appeared, but the roots of the wilted grass seemed to be a little damp, Chris raised his head, the moon was completely blocked by leaves, he thought about it, and raised his hand to condense a mass of elements in his palm.

The elemental cluster circulated like smoke in the palm of his hand, but it did not dissipate, which indicated that Chris's elemental manipulation had advanced to another level, but he obviously didn't care at this time, under the faint light emitted by the elemental cluster, the soil color of the roots of this wilted grass seemed to take on a strange brown, Khris reached out and picked up some soil, put it in front of his eyes to take a closer look, and then put it under his nose and sniffed it.

It smells of blood!

The man was wounded!

Chris walked deeper into the woods.

The blood stains were intermittent, often at great distances, and if the man was not seriously injured, he had used some method to stop most of the bloodflow.

Chris stood in front of a clearing with a few drops of blood in the center of the small clearing, but around the blood grew several grasses that grew significantly faster than the others.

These few drops of blood seem to have become a source of radiation from a previous life, stimulating the surrounding creatures, causing them to mutate.

This situation is familiar!

Chris felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart!

He followed the drop of blood to the end of the woods, which was the wall of the hill behind Lantis College, behind which Chris remembered was also a forest.

There were also drops of blood on the walls, obvious scratches, and footprints on the ground.

Someone rolled over and fell from the wall, but for some reason, he couldn't stand steadily when he fell, and seemed to have fallen to the ground, so he shouldn't have been able to get up right away, because of his struggle, and he also crumpled a few small grasses under him.

Chris pulled out his knife and carefully put all the blood-stained grass into the bag, scraping off all the marks around it, and messing up the surroundings with real and fake.

He walked more than ten meters along the edge of the wall, climbed the tree, jumped from the top of the tree to the wall, and walked back to the place where the man had climbed over the wall before.

Sure enough, there were some blood droplets and scratches on the top and back of the wall.

Chris wiped the marks away, wiped his sweat, and carefully climbed out of the wall.

Following the drops of blood on the ground, he felt that the man had gone in a large, far circle in the woods.

In the depths of the woods, there were more and more drops of blood, and Chris slowed down, but quickened, and he looked at the sky, the sky was almost bright, and time was running out!

Approaching the edge of the woods, he finally found what Chris had been fearing for a long time.

A corpse!

He was a middle-aged man, about forty years old, lying on the ground, holding a two-handed sword in his hand, the blade of which was about six to eight centimeters, and there was a blood groove between the blade and the tip of the sword, and he swallowed silver in his hand.

Chris crouched down and carefully lifted the tip of his sword, the blood on it was not yet fully coagulated, mottled, and the grass where the blood dripped from the tip of the sword also showed a tendency to grow wildly.

As expected, it's the same person!

Chris pulled out his handkerchief and vigorously wiped all blood from the blade.

Then, he pulled out the hilt of the sword that was clenched in the corpse's hand.

There is a small pattern on the hilt near the jaw.

The two swords cross each other, and in the background is a round of the sun that radiates a bright light.

Chris's eyes became solemn.

This is the standard equipment of the Templars in the Cult of Light!

Chris carefully turned over the corpse, which was wearing a set of chain mail, the vital parts were covered with heavy steel, the joints of his hands and feet were connected by chain mail, and the right waist was indeed the same pattern.

There were a lot of scratches and blood stains on the corpse, there were many wounds on the face and exposed skin, the blood flowing from the wounds had not yet coagulated, and the left hand was twisted at a strange angle.

It was a wound in the throat that killed him.

If the sharp weapon does not pass out from the back of the deceased's neck, the air flow in the deceased's throat will expand outward, and if the opponent immediately pulls out the sharp weapon, the air flow in the body will push the blood forward, and under normal circumstances, the jet distance should be three to five meters away.

But there was no sign of blood splattering in front of the corpse.

It's weird!

Chris frowned!

It's rare to see an opponent stab in the throat without immediately pulling back their weapon, because the opponent's final blow before death is often crazy, and no one will be left within reach of the deceased's weapon at that time, and they should immediately pull out the weapon and retreat.

Unless...

Unless it's a ranged class like an archer!

Of course, the other party was definitely not an archer, there were no arrows on the scene, and the wound of the deceased could not be caused by such a small sharp weapon as a bow and arrow.

Chris picked up a twig and carefully plunged it into the throat of the deceased.

It was about six centimeters, and it was only a little short of piercing the neck of the deceased.

The wound is roughly small, not like a sword blade.

Chris pulled out the branch and touched the tip of the branch.

There's something icy about it.

Chris suddenly understood-

The wound of the deceased was pierced by an ice pick, no wonder it looks so weird!

I was also misled by habitual thinking, and I forgot for a while that this is a magical world!

Chris took a closer look, erased all traces of his surroundings, and headed back the way he came.