C374

eadx ();? The night was getting late and the sky was getting dark. On a moonless night, he couldn't even see his fingers in front of him.

A crow flew up from the tree, spun around, and landed on the tree again, its tiny eyes watching the surroundings warily.

Ron was sitting on a high rock in the hillside, his eyes closed and resting.

At the foot of the hill were a few tents, where the elves slept, and the night wind blew out the few sparks left in the bonfire.

After an unknown period of time, suddenly, Ron's brows twitched. He, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and they shone brightly.

"Something's wrong!"

A voice cut through the silence of the night, and Ron stood up, looking around with his dark eyes.

"What?"

The Elves were also very vigilant. As soon as they jumped out of the tent, Opawra became even more exhausted. She already had the sharp longsword in her hand. It seemed that she was used to keeping it by her side while sleeping.

"By the river." Ron shouted, pointing at the river where they were camped, and he leaped high into the air and landed on the ground.

"What's that?" Slya put her hand on her forehead. The river was covered with fog. It was grey. She could vaguely see something gray.

"It seems to be a person …" Aurora's eyes were sharper than anyone else's, and she saw at once that it was a human, half floating in the river, dead or alive.

Illian pondered for a moment. "Who knows water? To see what happened? "

Elves are warm-hearted people, and generally they do not die without saving their lives.

"I'll go!" It was the thief's duty to reconnoiter, and Phil plunged into the water. A moment later, he rescued him.

The one who had been rescued was a young human girl, a mage who looked pretty, dressed as a mercenary. Her face was pale, her eyes were wide open, and her fists were clenched tightly as if she had seen something terrifying.

"She's dead?" That's normal. Anyone who sees it will think she's dead.

The situation was a little strange. Irian crouched down and probed the young woman with his nose. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and a trace of happiness appeared in his eyes, "No..." She's still alive … "

"No …." Rönn stood up and looked at the young maid with a trace of sympathy in his eyes. "She's dead!"

Illian looked up and said in astonishment, "How is that possible? "She still has a weak breath …"

Ron shook his head. "Her soul is gone. All that lives is her body."

"How do you know?"

Ron nodded, "I study the soul, so I know better …" As he said that, he crouched down and ripped off the young maid soldier's clothes with a swoosh, revealing a smooth back.

"Look..." said Ron, pointing to a hole the size of a coin. I wonder what drew her soul away … "

All the elves widened their eyes in disbelief. Fear could be seen on their faces, and Opa'iva gulped and said, "He could actually extract a soul from his body. Who did this?"

Ron shook his head blankly.

It was hard to imagine a person without a soul, just like a walking corpse. Although the body was still alive, the person was already dead.

Everyone's heart became heavy. They all became silent and mourned for this young girl.

"It's such a pity. She's still so young and beautiful, but she's already dead …" Iren's eyes were filled with pain.

Ron was silent for a moment. As she spoke, she gently pressed her hand against the woman's nose. After a while, the woman's eyes dimmed, and her hands that were tightly clenched hung down powerlessly. The corpse's face carried a hint of a smile of relief.

"Bury her..." Opawila said.

They all worked together, dug a hole, and buried the poor, dead maid soldier. The wet earth gradually covered her body, as if she were dying.

He had just finished burying the maid, when a voice came from the distance, cutting through the tranquility of the night sky.

"Ahhh... Help... "Save me..." The sound of begging for help was extremely mournful, and contained extreme despair and fear.

Everyone abruptly raised their heads as eight pairs of eyes stared in the direction of the voice.

"Over there..." He pointed to the east.

"It's the upper reaches of the river." Illian's face darkened.

"Go …" "Let's go take a look..." said Ron.

It seemed unforgivable to Ron who, for whatever purpose, had forcibly extracted the human soul.

… ….

"Rumble …" "Rumble …"

A thunderous sound resounded throughout the land. Clouds roiled in the sky, and the surrounding space seemed as if it was going to collapse at any moment.

"Another day has passed. The saint artifact hasn't appeared yet …"

Scorpion Knight Lamu furrowed his brows as he looked at the sky. There was a trace of annoyance on his calm face. He had been waiting for a few days already, but the space seemed to be filled with light. The saint artifact had yet to appear.

"Don't worry too much, Father!" Reynolds advised, "Since there are signs of instability in space, the saint artifact will appear sooner or later. It's just a matter of time …"

"Sigh …" Lamu slowly withdrew his gaze and glanced at the Desolate Land, "I am not worried about the saint artifact, but my heart felt like it was being pressed down by a huge stone, as if … It seems like something bad happened! "

Reynolds laughed. "Perhaps it is …" Father, you are too tired. You will be fine after a rest! "

"I hope so!" Lamm sighed.

… ….

Eight figures were running along the riverbank. Before long, Ron and the group of elves arrived at a mercenary camp.

Inside the mercenary camp, the bonfire was still burning and crackling, but the surroundings were deathly silent.

"Is anyone there?" Illian cried out.

No one answered.

Ron frowned. "Something's wrong..." He quickly walked towards one of the tents. As he opened it, a person came rolling out from inside.

That person was a male mercenary. His eyes were closed and his expression was calm, as if he had just fallen asleep.

The elves quickly gathered around him.

"He's dead!" "It's just like the girl just now. The only difference is that he was pulled out of his soul in his sleep."

Ron tore open his clothes, and sure enough, there was a small hole the size of a coin in his chest.

"It's about time..." Illian lifted another tent.

"There's something here too..."

"There's something here too..."

One by one, the tents were opened, revealing the corpses of the dead. Perhaps they could not be considered corpses because their bodies were still alive, but in the end, because their bodily functions were slowly being severed, they would die completely.

"Who did it?" A large mercenary group with thousands of members in the camp had died without a sound. This caused her to be angry, but also to feel a trace of fear.

"I don't know..." Ron shook his head.

"Could it be a strange beast?" Phil asked. There are dangerous beasts everywhere on this side, and that's a convincing answer.

After a moment of silence, Illian shook his head and said, "I've never heard of a beast that absorbs souls."

"Look, this is where it just left..." She walked quickly over to the corpse of a human.

The man was in a struggling position, looking as if something had dragged him into the woods before he died.

"That voice... I'm afraid it was sent out by him... " She crouched down and quietly looked at the body of the man.

At that moment, Aech frowned and sniffed the air. Suddenly, his expression changed, "Slya, quickly dodge?"

"Hmm?" Slya looked back, but she was too late to say anything, when there was a commotion on the ground.

"Shua!" A snake-like object suddenly stood up from the ground and abruptly rolled towards Slya.

"Slya …" All the Elves cried out.

"Ah — what is this? "Don't..."

At the same time, a sharp spike suddenly emerged from the tip of her antennae, stabbing towards her.

With a "poof" sound, he stabbed into Slya's arm, pulling at her crazily as he began to absorb her soul.

"Roar ~ ~" Aches who was closest to Celia roared in anger. He turned into a giant bear and rushed forward. It stretched out its huge claws to grab those tentacles.

The tentacle had been torn apart, and fresh red blood flowed out of the wound. The blood scattered in all directions. At this time, a beast like low roar was heard.

Slya jerked the severed tentacle out of her arm.

"You … Are you okay? " She rushed to his side and held her tight.

"Elder sister Opawila …"

Slya was still in shock as she threw herself into the arms of the opa'iva. Fortunately, Aches broke the tentacles as fast as he could, or else the consequences would have been dire.

Ron's face was tense, and his eyes were searching for clues. To his surprise, the mysterious fellow had escaped the crow's detection.

"That fellow is underground …" At this moment, Ron's expression changed. With a wave of his hand, a bone lance suddenly appeared in his hand, and he abruptly thrust downwards towards the ground.

"Pu –!" It was as if some flesh and blood had been stabbed in. Blood splashed out from the ground, and at this time, the ground suddenly burst apart as a black fog crazily gushed out.

"Roaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!" A wild roar, shaking everyone's souls. This was a type of fear that came from the depths of their souls.

Before long, a human-like monster was standing in front of them.

What appeared in front of everyone was an extremely horrifying monster. It was around two meters tall, standing like a human, its long and thin body was covered with dark grey spots, and its ferocious face had a dark look. His mouth was open and filled with sharp teeth.

On his back was a pair of giant fleshy wings. His arms were full of tiny tentacles, just like the ones that had been used to attack Slya. They were incomparably terrifying.

"This... "What is this?" Seeing the monster in front of their eyes, everyone was dumbstruck.

Please share the chapter error, click on this report (registration free), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct the chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently and refresh the page.