Noah was a little choked. He watched Mag being silent for a while, and then started to try to ease the embarrassment: "Boss Mai, it's nice to meet you."
"How happy are you?" Mag looked at him and asked seriously.
"Well... I'm very happy." Noah was about to cry.
"Then it's too early for you to be happy. Usually people who work with me are very tired." Mag said calmly.
"I'm not afraid of getting tired. I just like to do things with you and have a good reputation." Noah chuckled. It will be more honorable to tell people in the future.
"But I'm afraid of being a burden." Mag glanced at him.
Noah: "..."
Okay, no more talk.
Noah felt the blow from the boss for the first time, which hurt him a lot.
"Although my grandson is of no use, he can still be used as a bait." Melante, who had been silent until now, said.
Noah stared and looked back at Merant in disbelief.
Is this why grandpa took him with him? !
"That's it, even devils generally don't like it." Mag shook his head.
"That's right, it's just ordinary." Merant nodded.
Noah slowly sat at the back, hugged his knees, and fell into self-isolation.
The purple-striped griffon flew very fast, and in less than three hours it could already see the Twilight Forest from a distance.
During the journey, Merant also dripped Anne's blood essence into the tortoise shell stone. The original red thin lines on the tortoise shell stone turned into gold. The closer to the Twilight Forest, the golden light shone on the tortoise shell stone, like a starry sky. .
"He did appear here, and he stayed in more than one place." Merant looked at the tortoise shell stone floating and spinning in front of him, with a particularly solemn expression.
"Go to the nearest marking point and take a look." Mag glanced at the turtle shell stone, and then drove the purple-striped griffon down diagonally.
The golden light spots were getting closer and closer, and a tribal ruin gradually appeared in everyone's sight.
The once prosperous medium-sized tribe was burned to ashes. The scene must have been handled by orcs from other tribes. A tall mound was piled in the middle of the tribe, with a blackened stone pillar standing on it. The top of the stone pillar was carved. Holding a cheetah, it should be the totem of this tribe.
After confirming that there was no one around, the purple-striped griffon landed on the ground.
"He stayed here. Not long ago, judging from the demonic energy, he should not be the devil's body, but this guy who sold his soul has been deeply possessed by the devil. After absorbing a lot of blood essence and resentment, his strength has skyrocketed, and it will become more and more difficult. Deal with it." Merant walked around in the ruins, and finally stood in front of the mound in the center, his expression a little solemn.
"How strong?" Mag asked with a frown.
Originally, Qiao Xiu was just a magician of less than the seventh level. Although it could not be said that he was incompetent, it was indeed not enough evidence.
But after single-handedly causing this war and massacre, his strength skyrocketed by absorbing resentment and blood essence, which was not a good thing.
Merant sat down cross-legged, made a seal with his hands, and took out a golden-red talisman from nowhere and sandwiched it between his two fingers. He muttered something in his mouth, and then pointed towards the mound of soil in front of him.
The golden-red talisman burned, floated towards the mound, and then blended into it.
The ground suddenly began to shake, and the compacted mound of soil began to shake, and the soil fell down.
"Fake corpse?" Mag subconsciously took two steps back. The night was getting cold, and so many orcs had just died tragically here. Seeing the grave mound constantly shaking, as if something was about to come out of the ground, there was still something amiss. Infiltrate people.
"Don't be nervous, Boss Mai, my grandpa is communicating with them." Noah said with a smile, but he didn't expect that Alex was also afraid of ghosts.
"Can ghosts communicate?" Mag frowned.
"Yes, we are a ghost tribe, and communicating with ghosts is not a routine method." Noah nodded, "Look, we don't look like ghosts."
Mag was thoughtful. It seemed that he would have to look for some information about the ghost race after returning. He knew too little about this race.
The ground suddenly stopped trembling, and a mutilated face appeared on the stone pillar. He exchanged a few words with Merante in a strange tone, but it soon dissipated.
Merante sighed, stood up slowly, and said in a dull tone: "The corpses were burned, and the souls were plundered and devoured. Only a few escaped souls were left, and not much information was obtained. The guy was wearing all black. Robe, the strength is above level nine, and may have reached level ten."
"If there are enough souls and resentments left, you can get more information, right?" Mag asked.
"Yes, the corpse can speak, because the soul will not disappear immediately, and resentment can exist for a long time. The more complete the soul, the more information can be obtained." Merant nodded.
"Then I'll take you somewhere." Mag jumped on the back of the gryphon again and left with Merant and Noah.
Soon, the griffin landed in a ruins a hundred miles away.
Like the previous tribe, this place has also been treated. The high graves look quite lonely, and the occasional crows add a bit of coolness.
This is the tribe Mag visited yesterday.
"The resentment here is quite heavy, but it has not been completely swallowed up." As soon as he landed, Merant said a little surprised.
"I was here yesterday. He must have sensed my presence, so he left in a hurry without having time to absorb all the resentment." Mag said.
"I see, that's easy to handle." Merant nodded without any nonsense. He sat down directly in front of the grave and started the method again.
Looking at the green lumps of resentment emerging from the grave, Mag was a little confused. Looking at Melante's back, he thought of Taoist priests who subjugate demons for no reason.
This ghost tribe was a little different from what he imagined. It was not named because of its ghost-like abilities or weird appearance, but because of its ability to communicate with ghosts.
About ten minutes later, Merant, who had no idea what he said to the ghosts, recited an obscure spell. The lingering resentment gradually dissipated, and the surroundings returned to clarity.
"They said that the person who swallowed the resentment was a terrifying young man. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but he had a terrifying aura on his body. His strength was level nine, and he had not yet broken through level ten. Not long after the tribe was massacred, he appeared, but I don't know. Why did you leave in such a hurry?" Merant stood up, looked at Mag and said.
Mag nodded slightly and said: "It seems that it is almost certain that it was Qiao Xiu who did it. The City of Chaos is currently investigating the military department. He should have crossed Andre and launched this war just to absorb these innocent people who were slaughtered." Human grievances.”
