In the dilapidated [Sadk] camp, corpses were covered with a large number of skeletons twisted into strange angles. They presented themselves in various postures, some hanging on the fence, some on a carriage with only the carriage left, while the lower body was abandoned under a dead tree more than ten meters away from the carriage, but more were scattered all over the ground, and they could not tell who was whose scattered bones.

Looking at the weeds and broken wooden houses in the camp, Wutong gently kicked a skeleton with her feet, but with a slight touch, it turned into ashes. She turned her head hesitantly and asked Druids Tengying: "Well, this should be the [Sadk] camp of the Claw Druid, right?"

"Yes, this should be Sadek Camp, this..."

Not far away, Jia Tengying squatted down with a frown, checked the decayed clothes on another bone sitting under a dead tree, and nodded with a heavy face: "Come here, come and see, this is the bone of a large druid at least level 7! Judging from the degree of weathering, it has probably been a long time since it died!"

After high-level professions die, their corpses will often be preserved for a long time, which is related to their strength during their lifetime. The stronger the strength, the stronger the energy remaining in their corpses after death. This residual energy often causes them to transform into other forms of life after death...for example, zombies, skeletons, ghosts, etc. among undead creatures.

The rule of death is that even professions who have been in priesthood during their lifetime cannot resist it, and it is not affected by their will and faith. Unless their faith is truly pious enough to connect with the gods they believe in, and to bring down the grace of God to welcome their souls into the kingdom of God.

Unfortunately, most of the gods in the myths and legends on the Continent of Covare have been around for a long time and have not appeared in any form, which has caused a large number of sects to gradually disappear in a long history. Only those believers can still inspire the sects given by the gods and their divine powers and can continue.

But even so, these sects that have continued have not seen any miracle appearances to deepen the faith of believers for thousands of years. This can be seen from the fact that the sects have not appeared in [the sects] for many years.

Most believers of all sects are [slight believers]. Some even [universal believers] because believers themselves have a little doubt about whether the gods they believe in exist. In order to find a true god worthy of faith, many people believe in multiple gods at the same time.

The reason why the "Silver Flame Cult", which only emerged after the end of [End War], has flourished on the Kovare Continent in less than two thousand years. It is mainly because of the silver flame burning all year round in the Silver Flame Hall and the sound of silver flames conveyed from the silver flames.

The Silver Flame Guardian who conveyed the sound of Silver Flame has also become the manifestation of Silver Flame in the world, which made the Silver Flame believers firmly believe that their gods are real, and also made believers snatch those sects that have no response to prayer. They call it a pseudo-cultivation, and believe that the Silver Flame Sect is the only true religion in the world.

In this case, it is natural that the Silver Flame Cult eliminates dissidents and develops on the line of Monotheistic religion, and regards pagans who do not believe in Silver Flame as heresy.

The Druid Sect is probably the only religion that can compete with the Silver Flame Sect. The druids who believe in nature do not use a specific or even worship objects, but believe in nature itself. Of course, there are also many druid Sects that believe in [Forest Goddess: Erona], among which the druids of the elves are mainly druids.

Few people know how powerful a level 7 druid is, but the druid is the druid, the yadeng eagle knows more than anyone else. Now a level 7 druid has fallen in this unknown place. The story behind the scenes is probably not as simple as imagined!

Ling Yue Shuangxue asked in confusion: "This druid camp has been destroyed for a long time. Why does the mission scroll still require us to come here? Will this corpse be the Milua and Silver Frost Druid mentioned in the scroll?"

Wutong pointed to the bones on the ground and said, "Theoretically, the corpse of this big druid should not be Milua. Silver Frost Big Druid, unless the male human big druid is named a female elf."

Everyone was stunned. Few of them would master the boring knowledge of "Race and surnames".

"And, the male human druid on the ground died of some toxin. In the forest, the possibility of killing a druid with poison is not higher than winning the exchange rate jackpot of the International Federal Bank."

Wutong squatted down and carefully examined the skeleton of the big druid on the ground, pointing to a dark place on his shoulder blades: "So I think there is nothing wrong with calling us to [Sadek] camp on the mission scroll, but the wrong thing is that we may have been late for many years!"

"What do we mean we are many years late? Although we have been slower to brush materials, it only took us half a month, right?"

Everyone looked at the bones on the ground in a daze, not understanding where Wutong saw so much information. Are all mages detectives?

"It has nothing to do with brushing materials... We have been many years late since we boarded the Isle of Endlessness."

Wutong thought for a while and said, "The previous generation of the college chiefs of the Vienne College, that is, my eight school mentors, participated in a total of 67 chief wars, but the chief wars they participated in have always been held on the Endless Islands. According to the calculations every four years, the last chief war with the Endless Islands as the competition venue was 268 years ago, which was before my eight school mentors took over as the chief of the college.

It is said that it was because of the chief war before they served as the chief of the academy that a heavy accident occurred on the island of Endlessness. All the chief members of the academy who participated in the chief war in various countries were killed and none of them could go back. So later, the battlefield of the chief war was changed to the Endless Islands.

If we were right, the mission scroll we got might have been prepared for the group of college chiefs two hundred and sixty-eight years ago. But then no one came to Endless Island again, and it was our turn to receive the mission."

"Guru~"

The dwarf swallowed: "According to your opinion, then we are not likely to be dead? These old guys sent us to this ghost place. Isn't it clear that we will die?"

"I forgot to tell you that the last participants in the giant chief war on the Endless Island were all composed of high-level professionals, and the chief war held on the Endless Islands could only be participated by intermediate professionals."

Wutong spread her hands and said helplessly: "So we must correct your words. We are not 'possible to be dead', but 'certainly dead'! This time, the countries broke their faces. Re-opening the Endless Island as the battlefield for the chief war was originally to consume the elites of the hostile countries. We are just cannon fodder made by the high-level decisions. Otherwise, Mao would have to impose a [soul barrier] on us, because we were afraid that we would not die thoroughly enough!"

"I snap!"

The dwarf almost jumped up and cursed, but was pulled to the side by the hammer. The hammer said calmly: "Why are you panic? The core consciousness master cannot arrange a mortal task. Don't forget that we are players. Any impossible things in the game are used to be broken by us. Mu. Just tell me how we should complete this task 268 years ago?"

Wutong shook her head: "I have no clue yet, but there is no need to worry. Anyway, it's not just us who received the task from 268 years ago. I don't believe that other contestants will be lucky and will receive tasks that are easy to complete. After so long, the nature of the task has completely changed. What we have to face now may not be direct dangers, but to solve the secret of how all participants in the last chief war were killed."

Everyone was skeptical, but Wutong knew that his guess was probably close to the point, because old man Zemur told him that the chief war is a war for the mage, and the mage's ability will never be based on combat as the first element.

"Search this camp first?"

Wutong looked around and found that the camp was not too big, but there were about a hundred and dozens of buildings. If you search for it, you might find any clues.

Everyone scattered, wanderers were responsible for searching the houses, while others stayed in the open space as much as possible and gathered together. In such places where high-level professionals are prone to death, safety is the first factor.

"It's so strange that this druid camp seems to have been looted, except for all kinds of bones, there is not even trophy..."

He complained infinitely and walked out of a wooden house with only walls left, holding a rusty short sword in his hand. It might be the only "trophy" he found. Hammer also walked back from another direction, shook his head and said that no one had gained anything, but he threw a small bag at Wutong in his hand.

Wutong opened it and looked at it. It was all about some coins, gold coins, silver coins and copper coins. It should be the only gain. Wutong put it into the [Wujin's small vault] on his waist without hesitation. In order to make the Mayan melody burning skills, he almost burned all the currencies everyone carried. These coins that were not too old can be supplemented.

"There is nothing in this ghost place...Mu, please see if this dagger is useful."

With infinite complaints, he handed the rusty short sword to Wutong. After all, it was the place where the 7th-level druid stayed. Maybe it was a good thing?

Wutong took the dagger and threw a [repair technique] to remove the rust on the dagger and found that it was just a very ordinary-shaped dagger, but three terrible blood grooves were created on it. Wutong frowned: "This is a dagger used to assassinate..."

As he said that, he threw up a [identification technique] and revealed its attributes:

Vodiegen's poisonous short sword [intermediate oddity]: sharp +5, [highly poisonous] +1.

Description: This is a short sword that tempers the unknown poison.

The attribute of this dagger surprised Wutong. The dagger, which originally thought it was not a good thing, actually had an intermediate-level strange object, +5 [sharp] attribute. It could almost ignore most of its defenses, and the most important thing was its [highly poisonous] +1 attribute. Although there was no clear type of toxin, it was obviously impossible to be an ordinary toxin.

Looking at the tip of the sword, Wutong looked at the skeleton of the Great Druid again. There was a small triangular gap on the black bone, which coincided with the poisonous Dagger. Obviously, they found the weapon that caused the death of the Great Druid!

Carefully holding the blade of the dagger away from him, Wutong looked up at Jatengying: "Eagle, do you know any toxins that can cause a big druid to die without any reaction?"

Jay Tengying also checked the wounds and short swords on the big druid's shoulder blades, and said with a serious expression: "If you want to hurt the big druid and make him unable to save himself, I'm afraid there will be only the poison of the prickly tail lion with paralysis!"

"The Lion's Tail?"

Wutong imagined the image of a lion with a thorn on its tail and shook her head: "I haven't seen it before. But it probably has a clue on the owner of this dagger, "Wodigeng". "It's a headache. It's too old, so they have no clues at all. If they find a clue, they can't connect with the suspect. Who knows what kind of guy this Wodigeng is?

"Maybe there will be something on that Skeleton Mountain? Why don't we go and have a look?" Grom pointed to the mountain not far from the camp. The skull rocks on it looked weird no matter how they looked at it.

When there was no clue, the blind man had to fumble across the river and do it. No matter how you look at the Skeleton Mountain, it looked like the boss's nest! Even if you didn't find this dagger, they had to go and take a look.

"Do we want to bury this big druid first?"

Ling Yue Shuangxue asked: "I feel that the negative energy in this place is very strong. If it is not dealt with, it will breed the dead!"

Even if she didn't say it, Kateng Ying would do this. Although the druid's teachings do not pay attention to being buried, burying a senior of a great druid is also a kind of respect for his junior hundreds of years later.

But Ling Yue Shuangxue's words suddenly reminded Wutong, and everyone was shocked, yes! The negative energy in this camp is so strong that it is most likely to breed immortal creatures, but why is there nothing? Isn't this common sense?

But the vigilant people carefully observed the surroundings, but still found no movement. The dwarf chuckled and said, "Maybe it's because the druids have strong beliefs, so they won't become undead?"

Wutong rolled her eyes. Even a religious madman with a strong belief in the Paladin could become a deceased knight. What else could it be impossible?

"No matter what, let's leave here quickly! Why do I feel so irritated? I don't have any energy at all... Haven't you noticed it? Since we entered the camp, there are not even a bug around?"

Grom shivered for a moment, picked up his axe and planned to chop a pit on the ground to bury the Great Druid.

Yun Danfengqing suddenly pointed to a dead tree not far away and said, "Who said nothing? Isn't there a big bird?"

Everyone turned their heads in surprise and saw a black bird squatting silently on the bare branches of the dead tree. It looked like a crow, but it was much bigger than a normal crow, and it looked like an eagle.

So many of them wandered around here for so long, but no one noticed that a crow was squatting there. This was a bit weird. Wutong carefully observed the quiet crow and couldn't help but feel a chill, because there was no trace of vitality on the crow's body. Its breath and the negative energy in the camp were merged together, as if it was just a part of the dead tree. No wonder no one noticed its existence.

Moreover, the crow's blood-red little eyes flashed with the light of wisdom, squatting on the tree branch, as if monitoring their every move, and looked particularly strange!

"Get out of here quickly!"

Wutong only felt cold all over her body urging her companions, and even the big druid's corpse was too late to bury. He always felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Guaga~~!"

Whatever they were afraid of, everyone was about to run away, when the strange big crow suddenly turned up and let out a harsh scream, flapping its wings, and a large number of black feathers fluttered ominously, as if the big crow was about to run naked.

"Kakukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Wutong's face changed and she shouted: "Run!" Others may not think anything, but Wutong, who is very familiar with this sound, would not hear it wrong. This is the sound of skeleton movement!

As if the gate of hell was opened, the entire druid camp was boiling, and a large number of skeletons surged out from all corners and dilapidated wooden houses. Under the gaze of everyone, the skeletons of the big druid who had just been tossed by them for a long time actually shook and moved!

As if the gate of hell was opened, the entire druid camp was boiling, and a large number of skeletons surged out from all corners and dilapidated wooden houses. Under the gaze of everyone, the skeletons of the big druid who had just been tossed by them for a long time actually shook and moved!

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Three hundred gaps, make up for it tomorrow! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!