"Changqing, how helpful would a shield be to killing a demigod like General Tianchen?" Xu Wenxin couldn't understand.
Aren't shields used for defense?
"It will be easier to understand if you think of the 'magic weapons' here as the secret treasures of disorder. This kind of magic weapon is the power of the law of disorder. In the world of the sacred tree, this kind of magic weapon may have powers that are infinitely close to or even surpass those of immortals. The power of the Nine Realms.”
"Regardless of whether this shield is useful in killing General Tianchen, the more of these magical weapons the better. If taken out of the Divine Tree Realm, it will be enough to initiate a secret treasure revolution in the Immortal Realm. This is better than the Hunter Token I broke into pieces. Much more useful.”
Changqing chased Aundair out of the Tianhe Temple ruins in the direction he left, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.
The roar of the river could no longer be heard clearly. When the faint chirping of insects in the dark forest became apparent, Changqing saw scattered tents set up on a flat land.
The tarpaulin has been weathered by the years, and only the frame is left, making an overwhelmed whine in the cold wind.
"Statues" of soldiers stood throughout the camp. Their armors were rusty and their bodies were like the bark of dead trees.
The wrinkled face looked like a mummy, and the pair of cloudy eyes remained alert.
Before Changqing came out of the woods, the soldiers had already started staring in this direction.
"Whether it's the Forgotten Clan, gluttons, or demigods, they can easily discover us. However, I can only discover them when they discover me."
Changqing stopped by the tree and looked towards the bonfire camp. He found this camp just because he felt that he was locked...
"According to what Andele said, once discovered, as long as he is not killed, he will be pursued. This means that the encounter is a decisive battle, and it will not stop until the death."
"A shield, I'm afraid it won't be enough."
Changqing did not attack the camp immediately. He discovered the reason why these soldiers could not leave the camp.
Their bodies have veins like leaves, and their feet have turned into tree roots and are rooted in the ground.
Changqing looked around the camp, looking at every soldier.
In the center of the camp, there was a bonfire one foot high. As Evergreen lingered, the bonfire exploded violently.
A flame soldier stood up from the bonfire, like a charred corpse. He opened his mouth wide at Changqing and let out a menacing roar.
He lifted a torch from the bonfire under him, and held a dark round shield in his other hand.
"Magic Shield!"
Chang Qing's eyes lit up, and the charred corpse in the campfire was the soldier captain that Andiel mentioned.
Chang Qing stretched out her hand to grab it, and thousands of starlights scattered down, reflecting on the Starry Sky Sword.
Changqing walked towards the bonfire camp.
There was a soldier beside him, who pulled out the sword from his waist. The sword had long been rusted. At this time, it broke in mid-air with the movement, leaving only the hilt held by the soldier.
He waved the hilt of the sword towards Changqing, his movements were still fast, but the distance was indeed not enough.
The bonfire captain seemed to feel the soldier's grievance and roared again. He moved towards Changqing, leaving scorch marks along the way.
But after taking a few steps forward, the bonfire captain stopped and returned to his original position.
Changqing also stopped and stood in front of the soldiers at the bonfire camp, looking at each other with the soldier captain.
"These soldiers can't leave the camp because they have been completely eroded by the corruption curse and are about to merge into nature. But soldier captain, why don't you leave?"
Changqing observed the surroundings carefully, and he heard the sound of dead wood breaking on the opposite side of the camp.
Changqing walked around the outside of the camp and found that a soldier had fallen to the ground. At this time, he was like a pile of rotten firewood, and his whole body was falling apart.
Even the turbid light in the soldier's broken face and eyes gradually dimmed.
Under the temperature of the campfire, he seemed to have regained some strength. He did not attack Changqing, but crawled towards the outside of the camp.
After just crawling a few feet, he exhausted all his strength. He raised his broken hand and pointed it in the direction he was crawling, as if he wanted to grab something.
Finally, he fell to the ground, and his entire body completely turned into dust and merged into the earth.
Changqing squatted on the ground, watching the bronze divine light on the ground that was like the veins of the human body completely extinguished.
Changqing looked in the direction where the soldier was grabbing and fell silent.
"Is he dead?" Xu Wenxin couldn't help but ask.
"No." Changqing shook his head, his voice a little heavy: "He became the soil, the environment, and the power of the sacred tree world."
Changqing knew that Xu Wenxin might not understand, so he explained: "The Forgotten people were born in nature and return to nature. But this kind of death is not liberation. As the tree man said, death is not the end, but the beginning of suffering. They can feel it. To their people, they are like the red moon of the Moonless Clan.”
"We may just feel that the environment here is very uncomfortable, but for them... they are connected to the surrounding environment by blood. The stronger the combat power, the deeper the feeling."
"Even in gluttons, they should be able to feel the aura of their fellow tribesmen. However, they must stand up and make themselves stronger in order to protect some weak tribesmen, and continue to deepen this perception."
"They still have to fight to the death with the gluttons..."
Xu Wenxin didn't dare to listen anymore. She always thought that if she was allowed to experience such a thing like a moonless day again, she would definitely collapse.
Now she is on the verge of collapse.
"The Forgotten ones are leading the pioneers to kill their tribesmen. This is the reason why Aundair won't help me."
Changqing turned his back to the bonfire camp. He knew the direction the soldier was pursuing before he died. That must be his home.
"Those who have become stronger cannot even die, because they understand that if they die, they will become part of the glutton."
"They can only waste away here, completely eroded by the curse in despair, and eventually have to become the biggest threat to the people they want to protect."
"Become strong in order to protect, face this cruel fact, 'die' but you will definitely become the perpetrator."
Xu Wenxin's eyes were red and she cried, "Changqing, you will definitely lift the curse of corruption!"
"It's useless." Changqing's words made Xu Wenxin feel cold.
"Why is it useless?" Xu Wenxin didn't want to believe it.
"The curse of corruption is just a name for disorderly erosion. It was only discovered and named by the Forgotten Clan after it had been eroded."
"The Forgotten Clan is originally part of the power of the Divine Tree Realm. They have the same roots as the gluttons here."
"Lifting the corruption curse means cleaning up all disorder, but it also means cleaning up everyone in the Forgotten Clan. Including those among them who think they have not been cursed by corruption."
Following Chang Qing's analysis, Xu Wenxin gritted his teeth and retorted: "But they are obviously different!"
Changqing sighed and said: "The creatures in the Divine Tree Realm are originally different from us."
Xu Wenxin walked out of the cabin. She appeared next to Changqing, grabbed Changqing's arm, and asked cautiously: "You must have a way, right? Just like Wuyuetian, you must also have a plan. Yes, right?"
Changqing lowered his head and performed a century-old dream.
He only cast it once and got the result in an instant.
But this time, he paused for a long time before saying slowly:
"I can not do anything."
