Chapter 21 The Secret of the Woods
A fluttering blazing red flame shot out from the ruby on the head of the staff. In just a split second, every inch of the road swept by the flames, every bead of grass and blade instantly turned into fly ash, and every stone was shattered. It became red and cracked, and the flames with a high temperature of at least 7,000 degrees instantly carbonized the small trees that were closer. The extreme high temperature even made Punk's "lesser mage armor" feel unbearably hot through the energy state.
Feiyan flew to the place where the skeletons gathered in less than a second, and the flames from the deflagration enveloped all the skeletons. The flames swirled like a storm and burned blazingly on the ground. The forest of the undead is lit up. Every creature in the woods, including the skeleton soldiers far away, was staring blankly at the direction of the flames, they were trembling, and they were horrified. Instinctive fear!
The arbitrarily raging blazing flames burned for tens of seconds before gradually extinguishing. The undead skeletons that had been wiped out the first time the flames came into contact could no longer find any traces of their existence. , a whole body of equipment, and the "corpse" of the female priest, all gasified without a trace in less than five seconds in the terrifying storm, leaving only the rock melted by the intense high temperature into a slowly flowing colloid Liuli reflects the cool light in the gloomy weather.
"This power is definitely two or three times greater than that of rockets." Punk endured the discomfort and took a breath or two of the heated air. Many areas on the ground are still red like a soldering iron.
"This is power! Representing the powerful power of destruction, this is knowledge! The magical knowledge of manipulating destruction", Punk sighed while gently rubbing the head of the gemstone staff, which still had a scorching temperature. road.
After wiping the already spotless gemstones even more spotless, Punk turned around and left the "Glass Wasteland" where there was nothing but scorching air. Now, he was going to explore the secrets in this incongruous grove Now, he is going to collect the spoils he deserves!
The closer to the center of the forest, the more intense the aura of the undead. Nearer the center of the forest, mist composed of the aura of the undead even appeared. A lot of black mist settled down, and its thickness was enough to submerge punk's ankles, even "Secondary slanted position" can hardly isolate all the breath of the undead.
Punk found the robed skeleton wandering in the woods. Although the bones of the skeleton were mottled and cracked, Punk could still feel the residual soul energy on it. Now, they have all turned into dry bones and wandered here, but—the robes worn by these two former trainee mages were beyond Punk's expectations, because it was too complete, except that it lost its magic power due to being corroded by the breath of the undead. Apart from the gray and incomplete inscriptions, there is almost no other damage, and most of the skeletons of the soldiers in the center are like this. Some soldiers even seem to have not even pulled out their swords. The undead in the center, whether it is bones or equipment, There are no traces of fighting.
Now Punk feels more and more strange. It stands to reason that the more the enemy invades the center, the more intense the resistance should be, and the more traces of the battle should be. But the situation of this army is just the opposite. The periphery looks like the battle is in full swing, and the center is the most destructive. In the end, both the soldiers on the outside and the mages in the inner circle lost their lives. The mages and soldiers who died without any traces of battle can only explain one situation, that is, they all died in a very short period of time. They die in time, and they don't even have a chance to draw their swords to prepare for battle until they die!
Punk leans down and picks up a small piece of dead wood for the system to analyze
"Analysis results: the undead breath erodes for a short time, completely neutralizes the life energy of the branches within six seconds, and the cells of the branches die."
"Sure enough", Punk threw away the branch and let it fall to the ground and broke into a few pieces of wood cinders, "The breath of undead here does not come from any erosion, it is completely produced by magic", Punk straightened his back, and he began to comment on this The existence of this forest is startling, it can cause such a large area of damage, it can make apprentice-level fighters and mages die without resistance in a few seconds, and it can make these undead spirits still overflow after nearly half a month. "Enduring", this is definitely a terrible method of a formal-level powerhouse, and Punk knows from the inheritance memory that a spell with such a large destructive power and such a wide range can be called even in the formal-level spells. The word "powerful" is gone!
Recalling the skeletons of dead soldiers seen outside the woods, it seems that about one-third of the skeletons have a faint strip of cloth on their shoulders. Because of the poor adhesion of the dye and the erosion of the breath of the undead, the cloth strip The pattern and color can no longer be seen. At that time, Punk thought it was a custom of the Kamos Kingdom, just like people who worked hard on the earth tied a cloth belt on their heads. The female priest was calculated, so I didn't care about these small details. Now think about it carefully, isn't the most direct use of wearing this marker is to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy? The Kamos soldiers who died outside died under the sword of "each other" It is because they are originally two armies that are hostile to each other. As for why they are all wearing the military uniform of the Kingdom of Kamos, I really don't know the reason!
Punk now has a rough idea of what's going on in this grove.
Two Kamos Kingdom armies met in this grove. Maybe one of them was a counterfeit army, maybe both sides were real armies but split, maybe even both sides were counterfeit, but it just happened here It is very likely that one side is chasing the other side, no matter what, they fought in the small woods, and when the battle reached the middle, a full-level spell caster suddenly descended and used this large area to achieve a certain purpose. An evocation spell that wiped out one or both of the party. As for why the most destructive army mage did not make a move, it may be because of the need to contain the enemy's mage, or it may be due to scruples, or other reasons. In any case, when the official level powerhouse arrives, they will no longer be able to attack. Here's the chance.
"This ghost thing is really messy. It even involves an official strong man. How could there be an official strong man in such an inconspicuous little wasteland? It's still a rare spellcaster."
In any case, whether these things are conspiracies or tricks, whether they are epic or not, they have nothing to do with punk. He has already made up his mind. After getting a space coordinate, I ran back. As for the other information, I didn’t know all about it. I think the Mage Guild, which doesn’t pay much attention to this matter, will choose to come and check it by itself after getting the space coordinate, and will not give it a bad taste. The little apprentices chirped and chirped.
After thinking about things after going back, Punk, who is now much more relaxed, looked at the robed skeleton still wandering in a daze, and felt slightly happy in his heart: "It's finally time to open the box that I like to hear and see"!