Chapter 124 From Dust to Dust, From Ashes to Ashes

The bottom of the canyon, which is not exposed to sunlight all year round, is often a place where negative energy gathers.

In addition, a massacre had taken place here before, so even if undead creatures jumped out now, the last dragonborn would not be surprised.

Continuing to move forward for a while, the elf keenly noticed that there were some obviously new marks on the canyon walls on both sides compared to the surroundings.

There were cracks left after the magic explosion, holes that seemed to be hit by a huge force, and deep and slender sword marks.

The intelligence has mentioned that not all members of the Heavy Sword Mercenary Group died of poisoning in their sleep.

These marks on the valley wall are likely to be left by those mercenaries who were not completely poisoned when they fought desperately.

After a simple inspection of these marks, the last dragonborn was refreshed and moved more carefully.

Continuing to explore forward, when the elf bypassed a pile of rocks that had collapsed from the mountain, the thing he was looking for on this trip finally appeared in front of him.

A ruined camp, a burnt-out bonfire, scattered chariots, dead pack animals...

And, bones everywhere-

At the same time, there are a lot of traces left by monsters in the environment.

During this period, it seems that many brave monsters have regarded this place as a free canteen from heaven.

Seeing this scene, the last dragonborn stopped vigilantly and held the Noy Moon Staff on his back in his hand.

At the same time, the spell book tied to the elf's waist floated up by itself, floating beside the elf, ready to release spells at any time.

Be careful to guard against possible sneak attacks around, but there is no movement around for the time being.

The elf raised the staff cautiously, selected skills with his mind, and the system automatically chanted the spell for him.

"【Detect Undead Creatures】——"

Invisible ripples spread out from the head of the staff in a spherical shape, sweeping across the canyon of nearly 100 meters in front of the elf, covering the entire camp.

But in the eyes of the elf, no bones were highlighted.

Is it too late to transform?

Or was it for some other reason?

In any case, no undead creatures were born, which made the last dragonborn feel a little relieved.

Carefully walked to the skeleton, and the task information on the panel was refreshed without any surprise.

[System prompt: "Dust to dust, earth to earth" task completed, you get 100,000 experience points]

Compared with other task rewards in the task chain, the reward of this last link is almost the same as nothing.

However, the purpose of the elf coming here was not originally for this reward.

Due to the constraints of his previous professional player identity, few people know that he has always been a plot party.

Walking in the desolate and dilapidated camp, the elf cast a mage's hand and carefully turned over and checked the many corpses on the ground.

Because the incident happened in the middle of the night, it was dark and the attackers left in a hurry.

Most of the property on these corpses remained intact, which made the elf's search skill experience bar increase a lot.

Out of habit, the elf took away everything of value.

Although at this point in time when the file is about to be deleted, this sounds useless.

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….….

Finally, on the chest of one of the dead, the Last Dragonborn found a familiar black iron necklace.

The dead man curled up, as if he had experienced severe pain before death, and there was an obvious trace of being dragged by a beast beside him.

But in contrast, his hand was still tightly holding the pendant on his chest. Even though the body had been eaten a little bit, he still did not relax.

The elf squatted down, pried open his fingers with a one-handed sword, and picked out a slightly deformed heart-shaped pendant.

In the pendant, there was another familiar magic shadow photo.

The brown-haired young mercenary in shiny armor gently hugged the blonde girl in a white dress, with a slightly shy smile.

After a brief look, the Last Dragonborn left the pendant in the dead man's hand. Then he took out the blood-stained letters and another black iron necklace of the same kind, and gently placed them on the dead man's chest.

Finally, after looking at the blonde girl with a bright smile in the necklace, the elf was silent for a while and spoke softly.

"At this point, the commission is completed--"

Slowly standing up, the last dragonborn waved the strange staff in his hand.

The earth parted in front of him, burying the body and the two necklaces on it together, leaving only a small grave mound on the spot.

Dust to dust, earth to earth, soul to soul--

What the elf did not notice was that as soon as he finished speaking, a very faint light flashed across the surface of the black iron pendant on the body.

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….….

Mercenaries who died on the battlefield do not need tombstones.

No one knows what their names were when they were alive, what experiences they had, and no one would be interested in this.

After dealing with the necklace of his client, the last dragonborn took a step back and took a last look at the canyon where the Heavy Sword Mercenary Group was buried.

As a mercenary who came here to accept "hire", the elf felt that he should do something for them.

According to the unwritten custom among mercenaries, he picked up several gray gravel on the spot. On one side of the camp wreckage, stones were stacked up from large to small to form a low stone tower.

Then, he picked up the broken flag of the Heavy Sword Mercenary Corps and pressed it under the top stone.

This is the symbol of the god commonly believed by mercenaries, the North Wind God Kalast, representing the ladder of the soul.

The living mercenaries hope that the souls of the war dead can return to the eternal kingdom of gods through this stone tower and obtain final comfort and rest.

After thinking about it, the last dragonborn returned to the forest lawn, collected a bouquet of white exotic wild flowers, and placed them in front of the stone tower.

Then, he stood facing the stone tower, made a fist with his right hand, and lightly tapped the armor on his chest three times, performing a common courtesy among mercenaries.

The mountain wind howled, and the damaged and broken flags fluttered slightly in the wind, as if they were telling the story of the past.

Staring at the fluttering scarlet flag, the last dragonborn's expression was slightly in trance.

Will every story eventually come to an end...?

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….….

"It's unbelievable that this world... is just a game."

After coming back to his senses, the elf smiled in relief, then turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia.

Floating in front of him, on the crystal-clear panel, the remaining game internal testing time had begun to count down.

"Goodbye...no! See you in seven days, Yunivar——"

In the distance, there seemed to be a white light shining.

The small back figure gradually faded in the light, leaving only a vague whisper floating in the wind.

"Perhaps, we can try to build an NPC protection association..."

Then, the light faded and the lingering sound subsided.

Beside the simple stone pile, there were only a few white wild flowers left, swaying gently in the wind——

Gugu——

Recently, there are always people complaining about the title of Gu’s book. Is there anything wrong with the title of Gu’s book?