The bottom of the canyon, where sunlight does not reach all year round, is often a place where negative energy gathers.
In addition, a massacre had occurred here before, so even if an undead creature jumped out now, the last dragonborn would not be surprised.
After continuing to move forward for a while, the elf keenly noticed that on the canyon walls on both sides, there were some obviously new marks compared to the surroundings.
There are cracks left after the magic explosion, potholes that seem to have been hit by a huge force, and deep and slender sword marks.
It has been mentioned in the intelligence that not all members of the heavy sword mercenary group were poisoned and died in their sleep.
These traces on the valley wall were probably left by the mercenaries who were not completely poisoned when they desperately resisted.
After briefly checking these traces, the last dragonborn was refreshed and could not help but act more cautiously.
Continuing to explore forward, when the elf walked around a pile of collapsed rocks, what he was looking for finally appeared in front of him.
The dilapidated camp, burned out bonfires, scattered chariots, dead beasts of burden...
And the bones everywhere——
At the same time, there are a large number of traces left by Warcraft in the environment.
During this period of time, there seemed to be many bold monsters who regarded this place as a free canteen from the sky.
Seeing this scene, the last dragonborn stopped vigilantly and held the Moon Staff of Noi on his back in his hand.
At the same time, the spell book tied to the elf's waist levitated on its own, floating beside the elf, ready to release spells at any time.
I was cautiously alert for possible sneak attacks around me, but there was no movement for the time being.
The elf carefully raised his staff, selected a skill 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 nearly 100 meters of canyon in front of the elf, covering the entire camp.
However, in the elf's eyes, no bones were highlighted.
Haven’t had time to convert yet?
Or is it because of some other reason?
In any case, no undead creatures were born, which made the last dragonborn a little relieved.
Walking carefully to the skeleton, the mission information on the panel refreshed without any surprise.
[System prompt: 'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust' mission completed, you have gained 100,000 experience points]
Compared with the rewards of other tasks in the task chain, the rewards of this last link are almost the same.
However, the purpose of the elves coming here was not originally for this reward.
Due to the constraints of his previous status as a professional player, 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 inspected the many corpses on the ground.
Since the incident happened in the middle of the night, the lights were dark, and the attackers left in a hurry.
Most of the belongings on these corpses remained intact, 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 files are about to be deleted, this may sound useless.
.….….
Finally, on the chest of one of the deceased, the last dragonborn found a familiar black iron necklace.
The deceased was huddled together, as if he had experienced severe pain before death, and there was an obvious mark left by being dragged by a wild beast extending next to him.
But in contrast, his hand was still holding the pendant on his chest tightly. Even though less than half of the body has been eaten, it still doesn't relax.
The elf knelt down, pried open his fingers with a one-handed sword, and picked out a slightly deformed heart-shaped pendant.
In the pendant is another familiar ghost photo.
The brown-haired young mercenary in shiny armor gently hugged the girl with blond hair and white skirt, smiling slightly shyly.
After looking for a while, the last dragonborn left the pendant in the hands of the deceased. Then he took out the letters stained with blood and another string of the same black iron necklace, and gently placed them on the chest of the deceased.
Finally looking at the brightly smiling blonde girl in the necklace, the elf was silent for a moment and spoke softly.
"At this point, the commission is completed——"
Standing up slowly, the last dragonborn waved the strange staff in his hand.
The earth parted in front of him, burying the body 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 as soon as he finished speaking, a very faint light flashed across the surface of the black iron pendant on the corpse.
.….….
Mercenaries who died on the battlefield did not need tombstones.
No one knows what their names were or what experiences they had during their lifetime, and no one is interested in them.
After handling his client's necklace, the last dragonborn took a step back and took one last look at the canyon where the heavy sword mercenary group was buried.
As a mercenary who came here as a 'mercenary', the elf felt that he should do something for them.
Following the unwritten custom among mercenaries, he picked up several pieces of gray-white conglomerate on the spot. On one side of the camp's ruins, they were stacked together from large to small, forming a low stone tower.
Then, he picked up the broken flag of the Heavy Sword Mercenary Group and pressed it under the top stone.
This is a god commonly believed among mercenaries, a symbol of Karast, the god of the north wind, and represents 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...?
.….….
"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——
