Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

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

In addition, there was a massacre here before, even if there are undead creatures jumping out now, the last generation of dragon descendants will not be surprised.

After continuing to move forward for a while, the elf keenly noticed that on the rock walls of the canyon on both sides, there were some obviously new traces compared to the surrounding ones.

There are cracks left by magic explosions, potholes that seem to have been hit by a huge force, and deep and slender sword marks.

As mentioned in the intelligence, not all members of the epee mercenary group were poisoned to death in their sleep.

These traces on the valley wall are probably left by those mercenaries who were not completely poisoned when they desperately resisted.

After briefly checking these traces, the last dragonborn could not help but be more careful in his actions while he was refreshed.

Continuing to explore forward, when the elf walked around a pile of rocks falling from the mountain, what he was looking for on this trip finally appeared in front of his eyes.

Dilapidated camps, burnt bonfires, scattered chariots, dead beasts of burden...

And, the bones everywhere——

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

During this period of time, there seemed to be quite a few daring monsters who regarded this place as a free canteen from heaven.

Seeing this scene, the last dragonborn stopped vigilantly, and held the Noi's Moon Scepter carried behind him 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.

He carefully guarded against possible sneak attacks around him, but there was no movement around him for the time being.

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

"[Detecting Undead Creatures]—"

The invisible ripples spread out from the head of the staff in a spherical shape, sweeping across the nearly 100-meter canyon in front of the elves, covering the entire camp.

However, in the eyes of the elves, no bones were highlighted.

Haven't had time to convert yet?

Or for some other reason?

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

Walking carefully to the vicinity of the skeleton, the task information on the panel was refreshed without any accident.

[System prompt: 'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust' mission completed, you get 100,000 experience points]

Compared to other quest rewards in the quest chain, the last link's rewards are almost the same as none.

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

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

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

Since the incident happened in the middle of the night, the attackers left in a hurry.

Most of the belongings on these corpses remained the same, which increased the elves' search skill experience bar a lot.

Out of habit, the elves took everything of value.

Although at this point in time when the file is about to be deleted, it doesn't sound like much use.

.....

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

The deceased was curled up together, as if he had experienced severe pain before his death, and there was an obvious trace of being dragged by a wild animal extending beside him.

But in contrast, his hand is still tightly holding the pendant on his chest. Even though the corpse had been eaten by half, it still didn't relax.

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

Inside the pendant is another photo of a familiar phantom.

A young brown-haired mercenary in shiny armor,

Gently hugging the blonde girl in the white dress, she smiled shyly.

After a short look, the last dragon descendant left the pendant in the hands of the deceased. Then he took out the blood-stained letters and another string of the same black iron necklace, and placed them gently on the chest of the deceased.

Looking at the smiling blonde girl in the necklace for the last time, the elf fell silent for a moment and spoke softly.

"So far, the commission has been completed—"

Standing up slowly, the last dragonborn waved the strange staff in his hand.

The earth parted in front of him, and the body was buried with the two necklaces on it, leaving only a small grave in place.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, soul to soul—

What the elf didn't notice was that just as he finished speaking, a very faint light flashed across the surface of the black iron necklace on the corpse.

.....

Mercenaries who die on the battlefield don't need tombstones.

No one knows what their names were before they were alive, what kind of experience they had, and no one will be interested in it.

After disposing of his client's necklace, the last dragonborn took a step back, and finally glanced at the canyon where the epee mercenary group was buried.

As a mercenary who came here to be 'hired', the elf felt that he should do something for them.

According to the unwritten custom among mercenaries, he picked up several pieces of gray-white conglomerate on the spot. On the side of the wreckage of the camp, they are stacked together in order from large to small, forming a low stone tower.

Afterwards, he picked up the broken flag of the epee mercenary group and pressed it under the top stone.

This is a god widely believed among mercenaries, a symbol of Kalastor, the god of the north wind, representing the ladder of the soul.

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

After thinking about it, the last dragon descendant returned to the lawn in the forest, collected a bunch of strange white wild flowers, and placed them in front of the stone tower.

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

The mountain wind roared, and the damaged and dilapidated flag fluttered slightly in the wind, as if telling the past time.

Staring at the fluttering scarlet flag, the expression of the last dragonborn was slightly dazed.

Every story will come to an end after all...?

.....

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

When he came back to his senses, the elf smiled in relief, then turned and left without a trace of nostalgia.

Floating in front of him, on that crystal-clear panel, the remaining time of the internal game test has begun to enter the countdown stage.

"Goodbye...no! See you in three days, Univar—"

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

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

"Maybe, you can try to build an NPC Protection Association..."

Then, the light faded and the lingering sound subsided.

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