Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Those scratches were messy and disorganized, each looked about a centimeter wide and about a knuckle deep, making the original thick and neat door panel completely unrecognizable and messy.

It's just that Song Qingxiao noticed a point that is worthy of attention. The gates of these churches are about three meters high, but the locations of these scratches are almost concentrated in the middle and lower sections of the doors.

The top of the door is still clean and there is no scratch.

"Some of these traces are like those left by the claws of a certain beast."

The monk stepped forward and took a look and said his guess.

Except for the door, there are similar scratches on the pillar next to him. He looked at it for a while, took a deep breath, and said with certainty:

"There is a dark breath remaining."

Having said that, he turned his head to look at the elf:

"Can you smell the traces of what kind of monster this is?"

Among the three, the elves not only possess agile skills and strange magic skills, but also possess a powerful talent that is born to get close to and communicate with nature.

There is a dark atmosphere in the scratches left here, and perhaps with his talent, he can smell the origin of the creatures that left these marks.

The elf didn't seem to hear the monk's words. His beautiful eyes showed sorrow in the night. Looking at the corner of the door, the sadness in his eyes seemed to overflow his eyes.

Several people followed his line of sight and saw a dark shadow in the dark night.

Song Qingxiao's eyesight is amazing, and the dark night does not affect her very deeply.

It was something about the size of a fist. It seemed to be a small ornament made by hollowing out some hard fruit after drying.

A special hollow figure is carved on it by exquisite craftsmanship, and it seems to contain something inside.

As the light breeze blew, the ornament was pushed by the wind, and the contents inside rolled gently, making a ‘ding, ding, ding’.

This sound that should have sounded very pleasing to the ears, at this time, at the door of the deserted and dim church, it was a weird grotesque that could not be said.

"That is a wind chime made of a flower and fruit shell, and the mark on it is a mark of belonging to the sub-elves."

The elf's tone seemed heavy and sad. In fact, when he entered the village and saw the magic pumpkin lamp, he already had an unknown premonition in his heart.

The houses built by the big trees and the soft vine ladders made of intertwined trees and vines are full of the spirit of the elves.

They like nature, and most of them live in the forest, close to nature.

The elves have a pure personality, and they are also a race favored by the gods of creation, with an endless life span, but it is extremely difficult to breed offspring.

This makes the elves extremely close and close to each other, and almost all of them are more or less intimate.

So when the team came to this deserted mountain village, the elves felt very uncomfortable when they saw the architectural style, but they didn't make a sound.

Now that he saw the wind chimes hanging at the door of the church and confirmed the identity of the ethnic group, his mood suddenly seemed extremely depressed.

"Perhaps they have already evacuated--" The monk glanced at the lost youth with some pity, and comforted him with a gentle voice.

Feinuo didn't feel relieved by his comforting words, on the contrary, he smiled reluctantly and sighed lowly.

The elves are extremely united. If the sub-elves live in this village, after a terrible incident, they will not abandon their clan and run away.

In this way, he can almost imagine the final outcome of the people in the village.

"what are you doing?"

While the monk was comforting the depressed elf, the swordsman's somewhat surprised voice suddenly awakened the two of them.

The monk raised his head and saw that the swordsman seemed a little angry.

The position where the three saints stood was originally in the shape of "Pin", while Song Qingxiao stood surrounded and protected by the three.

But before the elves left their original position because they found a token of the same clan, and the monk was first attracted by the scratches, the word "Pin" has not formed. At this moment, Song Qingxiao has already left her without authorization Standing position.

She was standing in front of the half-covered door, seeming to look at the marks on the door.

The monk couldn't help feeling a headache, and walked over to her hurriedly, trying to persuade her:

"It's very dangerous here—"

Before he finished speaking, Song Qingxiao interrupted him and said:

"Do you think these scratches look like human fingers?"

When she spoke, that hand had reached the door panel, aimed at a mark, and buckled her fingertips into the grooves of those scratches, out of the posture of scratching the door panel.

"hiss--"

The monk's eyes widened, and what he was about to say swallowed back.

Among the three people's eyes, they saw her hand pressed against the dark door, and the two were in contrast, which was very eye-catching.

The snow-white, slender fingertips buckle in a scratch, similar in size, in contrast, these scratches are indeed like traces made by humans.

"No, it's impossible." When the elf saw this scene, he immediately threw his sorrow behind his head, "What kind of person can be so powerful?"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the swordsman.

Among the four, everyone instinctively excluded Song Qingxiao.

Among the remaining three saints, the monk belongs to the law system, his body is weak and crispy, his mental power is incredible, but the physical power is not worth mentioning.

Although the elf possesses the attributes of agility and magic, his physical body is not strong enough to crack the door panel with bare hands and leave a mark on the door panel.

However, the swordsman has a strong physique and his body possesses extremely strong power. Maybe he can do this.

The swordsman strode forward, bending his fingers into claw-like shapes while running his grudge.

A golden halo was covered on his fingers, and he grabbed the door panel forcefully.

'boom--'

A strong grudge rushed out, and instantly knocked the door panel out of a hole with a big mouth.

"No." He shook his head, as soon as the voice fell, he took off the grudge from his hand, and grabbed it again with one claw--

'laugh--'

His nails scratched the door panel, making a harsh and unpleasant sound, and some door chips were pulled out by him and stuck in his fingers.

Several traces were left where he scratched.

Although the door panels are thick and sturdy, they cannot withstand the ravages of vindictiveness.

But if you don't use vindictive energy and rely solely on the strength of the flesh, although you can scratch a crack in the door, it can't leave such a deep knuckle length.

Only high-level monsters with strong physical power can do such a thing without using magical powers.

"The height of the scratch here is no more than two meters." Song Qingxiao was not affected by the swordsman's words, and said his observation:

"This is the degree that a'person' can just reach after raising his arms."

Although she didn't know anything about Warcraft, Song Qingxiao felt that these traces were more like those left by ‘people’.

She glanced at the three frowning brows, and then added slowly:

"Of course, if these are still ‘human’."

The Three Saints couldn't help but sink when she heard this.

They have experienced the sealing battle after the ‘Moon’ sage betrayed the Holy See, and the details of that battle are far clearer than Song Qingxiao.

Several people seemed to think of something, their complexion instantly became extremely ugly, before they spoke, Song Qingxiao had already reached out and pushed the door——

‘Crack! ’

A weak resistance came from behind the half-covered door, but this resistance was broken under Song Qing's small strength.

The cracking sound behind the door sounded at the same time as the'clanging' sound when the door was pushed open. A muddy breath in the church, mixed with a rotten smell, gushed out from behind the door, shocking the three ugly faces. .

"you……"

Before the swordsman could stop him, he saw that the door had been pushed open. Song Qingxiao raised his long leg and stepped in.

The courage of this ‘newcomer’ is much greater than the three expected, but this kind of action is too reckless.

The recovered swordsman clenched the heavy sword, his body surged and turned into a golden light. He strode towards Song Qingxiao and said loudly:

"Follow me behind!"

Although she has a layer of blessing from the saint on her body, it is clear that some kind of dark creature attack occurred in the church, and the danger has not been completely eliminated.

As soon as everyone entered the church, the faint light from the magic jack-o-lantern lit by Edward was completely blocked.

The necromantic atmosphere here is very strong, reaching a point where the Three Saints feel extremely uncomfortable!

Yin qi, corpse qi and death qi were fused together, and as the four entered, this balance was instantly broken.

The sound of the'whistling' wind blew in, causing the dead breath to surround the few people, seeming to pull them into despair.

In the endless darkness, there seemed to be unknown creatures lurking around. The elf's palm spread out, and a little green light as big as a bean sprout appeared in his palm, and most of the darkness was dispersed in the blink of an eye.

That little green bud-like light is very bright, but it is not dazzling, with a special aura, it seems that the evil atmosphere in this place is suppressed a lot.

"This is the unique soul lamp of the elves..."

The monk seemed to know Song Qing's careful surprise. As soon as he spoke, he let out a huge inhalation sound as if he had seen some incredible scene:

"--Hiss, what happened here before?"

With the light produced by the elves, a few people can see the general situation inside the church clearly.

The main hall of this church is not very large, the interior is about 120 square meters, the dome is about ten meters high, and the exquisite copper lamp shaped like the sun hangs down at the center.

Around the main lamp, there are horns surrounded by stars, and there is a light dish on the top of each horn.

It's just a pity that the flame of this lamp has been extinguished for a long time, and under the spread of the dark power, dark spots appeared on the copper tube after corrosion.

On the innermost wall of the main church, a huge shield logo hung high, with a huge sword hanging down in the middle of the shield.

At the gate of the church, a thick wooden stake supporting the gate had been broken in two at this time and fell to the ground.

But what surprised the three of them was that the church in this village was densely packed with at least dozens of coffins.

"How come there are so many coffins?"

After a long while, the monk finally recovered, he might have guessed something, his face was pity mixed with sorrow.

The coffins here are densely packed, filling almost the entire church.

On each of the coffins, there seemed to be some weird lines. Song Qingxiao took a closer look and found that these exposed lines were actually the color of the coffin itself.

It's as if the coffin stopped here, and was covered with a grayish-brown dust haze under the breath of darkness and dust.

And these lines are like the contrasting marks that ‘people’ use fingers to randomly write and stroke on the top of the coffin.

"Fryon, Libid--" The monk took a look at the coffin and said with a heavy heart, "It should be the names of these dead."

"Come and see!" The elf's voice caught the attention of the other three people, and he seemed to have gained a new harvest.

He is agile, and he has appeared under the innermost shield of the main hall of the church at this moment. He touched the back of the shield, touched a notebook-like thing in his hand, and waved at the three of them.

The monk's expression stunned, he ignored the study of these coffins, and hurriedly walked in the direction of the wizard.

He held the ‘light of the soul’ in one hand and the notebook in the other, and handed it to the monk.

The monk clamped his thick ‘book’ under his arm, and took the notebook that the elf had found.

Several people have a hunch that this notebook may contain important clues to terrorist incidents in this mountain village.

Perhaps the situation and geographical location of the village are also among them. This is a valuable asset left to them by the people in the village after the accident.

The monk took a deep breath, lowered his head, and mourned for three seconds. After making a gesture of prayer, he made up his mind and touched the notebook.

The thickness of this notebook is only one-third of the thickness of the "book" in his hand. The surface is made of unknown animal skins, but the animal skin has no defensive power. It has been corroded by dark forces. There are patches.

The monk stroked the notebook and opened it with gratitude.

The above mentioned ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is the situation in the village.

This place is called ‘Oge Village’ and it happens to be located in a remote mountain about 1,200 miles east of the early section of the foggy forest track. Forty-six households of villagers live in it, all of the Asian elves.

There are a total of 125 people here, plus 3 pastors, and a total of 128 people. It is a small but unremarkable village in the Federation.

After learning the position that the monk had always wanted, bright colors appeared in his eyes, but he immediately thought that there were a total of 128 people in this village, but after not seeing a single figure at this time, the excitement vanished again.

The village is too small, and there are not many major events that usually happen, nothing more than trivial things.

But the pastor here is extremely conscientious, taking even trivial things in his notebook very carefully.

This is due to the appraisal system of the priests of the gods, which makes this diary like a running account full of most, and it also allows a few people to easily and quickly understand what has happened in this village this year through text. Clearly.

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