Mage Joan

"Our squadron escorted four scholars to Galti Island by boat, intending to investigate the ancient Taring on the island in the center of the central volcanic lake, and set up a temporary camp at the foot of the mountain as a logistics base before setting off."

Tristan turned and pointed to the abandoned camp that had been entrenched by a large group of "killer vines" before, and then said: "I left half of the naval officers and soldiers at the camp, and brought the rest of the men to accompany the classmates on the mountain and survey, and encountered many encounters along the way. The monsters and ghouls attacked. Fortunately, we were prepared and did not lose much. We arrived at the top of the mountain a week later, summoned sea beast mounts by the lake, and carried members of the expedition team across the water to the island in the lake."

"Then you broke into the stone tower on the island?" Qiao An asked.

Tristan nodded lightly and said in a painful tone: "This is the worst mistake I have made in my life!"

"What happened to your team in the tower?" Qiao An became more and more curious.

"The space inside Taling is not large. The building above the surface is very simple. It is a church-like hall. In the center is a shaft. There are spirally descending stone steps along the wall. There are many ghouls around the shaft. And the wandering ghost."

"For us paladins, these undead are not difficult to solve, but when we went down to the bottom of the well, we discovered that the main building of Taling is actually an underground palace hidden at the bottom of the well. There are particularly many ghouls and ghosts in the underground palace. At that time, we experienced a series of fierce battles, and our physical strength and spell slots were exhausted. It was inevitable that we were struggling to deal with this large wave of undead creatures, and the casualties in the team were also increasing."

"However, we have been here, we are not willing to give up halfway, we insisted on continuing to explore the depths of the underground palace, and finally came to the hall where the owner of the tomb stopped the coffin."

The fire of the soul in Tristan's eyes was erratic, as if his heart was lingering.

"Through the torch lighting, we were surprised to find that in the dark hall, red roses were growing everywhere, and fragrant flowers surrounded an altar with a sarcophagus on it."

"We were all shocked by the strange depth of field in front of us, but we didn't expect that the flowers everywhere were deadly killers. It seemed to smell the aura of strangers, and suddenly all of them soared into the air. The ground where the roots were originally planted was covered with bones. !"

"The roots of the demon flower escaped from the parasitic corpse, making a frightening buzzing buzzing sound, like a group of bright red bugs rushing towards us, piercing the skin with flower thorns, and sucking blood frantically."

"This sudden change caused our team to fall into chaos. We had to do our best to resist the siege of the magic flower. Many people unknowingly inhaled the poisonous pollen sprayed by the magic flower. In a blink of an eye, they became paralyzed, unable to move, and could only watch. Enchanted flowers flew up in groups, sucking their own blood."

"At the juncture of the melee, I overheard abnormal movement from the altar in the middle of the flower field. The cover of the sarcophagus was automatically removed, and a pale ghost floated out of the coffin. At first glance, it looked like an aristocratic woman. Seeing her looks clearly, the banshee hugged her head and started wailing."

"The moment I heard the banshee wailing, I felt dizzy. I finally woke up. I was surprised to find that almost all of my companions fell to the ground and died. This tragic scene made me feel desperate and became a deserter for the first time in my life..."

The dim light in Tristan's eyes revealed guilt and sadness.

"I am like a mourning dog, so embarrassed to escape from the underground palace, escape from the tower, and hurry down the mountain under the tracking of a large group of ghosts, planning to return to the camp to seek help from the brothers who stayed behind."

"However, when I fled back to the camp exhausted exhaustedly, I found out that this place had just been attacked. Groups of ghosts were floating above the camp, and ghouls and killer vines were fighting to eat the bodies of the soldiers stationed..."

"This scene in the camp, which is more terrifying than the abattoir, has deepened my despair. Under the siege of the undead and the carnivorous plants, I fought to the last moment, but it was in vain after all..."

Finally, Tristan finished his narration with a sigh.

After listening to him, Qiao An felt deep sympathy for his experience. At the same time, he also developed a stronger curiosity about the tomb of the mourning banshee.

Especially the red magic flower growing in the underground palace mentioned by Tristan, is it a supernatural plant, a kind of insect that is good at mimicry, or a special undead creature?

If Tristan's description is not too exaggerated, the hunting patterns of the blood-sucking magic flowers obviously have the characteristics of biological "clusters", and it is likely that they have formed a "breast will."

Qiao An has done in-depth research on "biological clusters" and "breast will", and has published related papers. When engaged in expeditions or military missions, he often calls biological clusters for reconnaissance and combat.

As an expert in this field, he is familiar with insect swarms, bird swarms and even deep-sea fish swarms, but he has never heard of "plant swarms". Does this kind of thing really exist?

The young mage couldn't help but many small question marks popped up in his heart.

Thinking about this, Qiao An secretly made up his mind that even if it was just to perfect his research, it was worthwhile to venture into the Taring Underground Palace to confirm with his own eyes whether the magic flower cluster mentioned by Tristan is true, and what kind of exotic species it is!

"Tristan, I'm going to explore Taring on the island of the lake. I'm leaving now. Would you like to accompany me?" Qiao An asked frankly.

"Dear master, reminding you to pay attention to safety and ensuring your safety are my obligatory missions. The two are not contradictory. I have fulfilled the first mission. If you insist on exploring Taring, then I will Perform the second mission." Tristan replied solemnly.

"Okay, let's go now."

Joan walked to Tristan's side and made a series of spell-casting gestures, and a luminous teleportation array rose under his feet, wrapping him and Tristan into the sky.

A few seconds later, Johan and Tristan teleported to the shore of the volcanic lake, where he met the banshee with Hailar and Zion half a month ago.

The lakeside was filled with a thick sulphur-smell mist, and his vision was severely restricted. Although no undead creatures could be seen nearby, the strong negative energy made Qiao An feel a slight chill on his back.

Half a month ago, he and three friends had joined forces to kill the banshee, but the wraith of the banshee could not be completely wiped out. It is difficult to say whether it has been resurrected now.

Qiao An didn't want to listen to the mourning screams of the banshee. Before going to explore the island, he must take precautions.

Opening the storage bag, Qiao An took out a bottle of syrup that had been soaked in "Tears of God" in advance, uncorked the bottle, and drank it all.

Tristan is an undead creature, immune to necromancy spells, and negative energy is beneficial or harmless to him. Moreover, he himself is a "virtual body" without flesh and blood, and he has no physical function when he wants to take medicine.