The players were a little surprised when they heard Ans' words.
Their first reaction was that it was a trap, but at most their expressions were a little stiff and they didn't do anything extreme.
After all, they won't really die, so what if it's a trap, they can just fight back after being resurrected.
Ans saw that although the players had strange expressions, they were all calm and nodded with satisfaction.
He continued: "Even though I'm a radical, I also think they've gone too far."
After hearing the elf's story, the players found their own chairs and sat down. However, there were only six chairs in the room, and Ans sat on one, so the four players sat on the ground. One of them was Shuke, while Margaret sat on his lap, yawning from time to time.
Ans's eyes fell on Margaret's head, where there was a pair of lovely dragon horns. His expression changed slightly, and then he continued: "Just half a year ago, we people of Nature's Wrath were in Urganda. At the border, a human village was wiped out. From old to young, from male to female, no one was left alive, about two hundred people. Even the babies were not spared, just because a villager in that village had sold us elves. of women.”
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the players changed, and all the players sitting on the ground stood up.
Including Shuke, Margaret was jumped directly by him, and the latter was shocked.
But she didn't blame Shuke, but glared at Ans. If Ans hadn't spoken nonsense, how could Shuk be frightened.
Sensing Margaret's unhappy gaze, Ans felt his forehead tighten. No one would feel too comfortable being stared at by a dragon like this.
Beta asked indifferently: "Are you sure this fact is true?"
"There is no need for me to lie about these things. After all, I am also an Elf." Ans said with a painful look on his face: "The original purpose of Nature's Wrath is to punish those who destroy nature, forests, and rivers, or pollute the earth with evil magic. The devil. But now, the purpose of nature's wrath has become an extremist organization that kills humans, believing that humans are heretics in the world and a cancer that destroys the world."
Ans held his face with his hands, making his expression unclear, but everyone could still hear the endless loneliness and disappointment in his voice.
Everyone can generally understand how this elf feels.
The ideals he admired were shattered, and the organization of his faith ran counter to the original ideas.
If there is anything more terrifying than death, it is probably the situation Ans is encountering now.
After a moment of silence, Ans raised his face and raised his hands: "Two months ago, another village was killed. Half a month ago, they massacred a town. There were about three thousand people, and no one survived. They He was already crazy and irrational. A dozen days ago, a brother in the organization questioned the legitimacy of their actions. As a result, they brutally killed him and buried his body directly by the lake, turning it into a tree. "
Hearing this, everyone's expressions became ugly.
Roland couldn't help but asked: "Sorry, we are not doubting you, but can you provide any evidence?"
Ans seemed to have guessed that someone would ask this question. He put a piece of white paper on the table, which was a map.
Then he pointed to the three
Everyone exchanged glances, and finally Beta said: "Please give us a few days to think about it."
Ans nodded: "This is a matter of course."
Several people left the tree house and walked to the outskirts of the forest. Roland built a stone building with magic tools on the ground, and everyone entered.
Beta and a friend from the Silver Wing Guild took out tables and chairs at the same time, as well as fruit wine, and... barbecue.
Everyone ate slowly, and no one spoke. Finally, Roland spoke: "How much truth do you think what Ans said is true?"
"Five points." Shuke put down the barbecue in his hand and said slowly: "Anyway, we have to investigate this matter carefully. I don't want to become a pawn or tool in the hands of others."
At this time, a soldier from the Silver Wings Guild said: "It doesn't matter what tools or not, just do the epic mission. Anyway, the people you want to kill are not civilians or humans, just elves."
Roland sighed: "Aren't you afraid that this is a trap mission that will change our alignment from neutral and good to evil?"
The soldier immediately stopped talking.
Everyone often checks the forum, and now there are players on the forum who have spoken out about falling into the 'mission trap'.
There is a player who is a task maniac and takes tasks whenever he sees them. As a result, he is guided step by step by a very insidious NPC to kill many innocent people.
It wasn't until the alignment trend changed from Neutral Good to Chaotic Evil that they reacted.
And he is now wanted by the game system... Several players have received the task of 'removing the evil son of gold and killing him to level zero'.
The mission experience is still very high.
Now this player can't even delete his account. After entering the Temple of Life, he can't trigger the 'Delete Account' system function at all.
It can only be killed over and over again by crazy players from other missions.
No one wants to be in that situation.
"Then let's divide our troops into three groups and go to the location given by Ans." Shuke suggested: "Margaret and I will go to the farthest place, and you will divide into two groups and go to the other two places respectively."
Hawke pondered on the side and said: "I'm afraid that what we see is just what the elf wants us to see."
Roland smiled and said: "But no matter what, there will always be some traces left. It will be okay if everyone is cautious."
Everyone nodded and thought this plan was good.
Then everyone quickly filled their stomachs and set off in three groups.
Shuke rode Margaret and turned into a black spot in the sky at extremely fast speed.
Beta looked up and looked up with envy: "It's great to be able to fly around."
Roland smiled and said, "Can't we just find a way to learn wind flying magic in the future?"
"The magic that a warlock can awaken, except for a few dragon blood magics that are fixed, the rest are random." Beta sighed: "If you want to learn wind flying magic, the chance is very small."
"Then you learn how to make magic scrolls, and then learn the spell model of flying magic, and then you can use the scrolls to fly yourself in the future." Roland suggested.
Although Roland still doesn't know how to make magic scrolls, he saw this knowledge in the library of the magic tower.
Therefore, it is always beneficial to read more books. With more knowledge, you can also have a plan for your future path.
Beta nodded: "That's it."
Then the four set off.
Roland's team, except for Beta, consists of the warrior named Sur and the priest who was beaten to the point of losing his temper.
According to the map given by Ans, it would take at least two days for them to reach the small village at ordinary people's speed.
But they are professionals, their physical strength is much stronger than that of normal people, and most importantly, they do not need to rest.
They kept walking and couldn't keep up with their physical strength, so they ate while walking. They only had one day and one night before they reached their destination.
At this time, it was just getting dark, and more than twenty shabby thatched houses and several low red clay brick houses appeared in front of them.
From a distance, you can see many birds jumping around on the dilapidated roofs and chirping.
The village is very quiet.
When everyone arrived at the entrance of the village, they found that the wooden fence surrounding the village, which was used to protect the village from wild beasts, had been broken into several pieces.
Then what he saw were white bones dressed in tattered linen clothes, lying on the dirt road of the village.
There was some dried black meat attached to some of the bones, and there were obvious scratches on the bones from being gnawed by wild beasts.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a faint rancid smell in the air.
Roland subconsciously covered his nose and walked inside.
As they went deeper, they saw more and more bones. There are adults and children less than one meter tall.
Sur's expression became ugly, and so did Beta.
On the other hand, Roland and the priest seemed to have normal expressions.
Just seems!
These corpses were exposed on the ground. After being exposed to wind, rain, and gnawing by wild animals, they had already melted cleanly, and there was no way they had any smell at all.
The so-called faint rancid smell is actually just a psychological illusion.
Roland figured this out and let go of his hand covering his nose.
He stood in front of a dry well, looked around, and said, "Check the corpses around and see if you can find any clues."
The four men dispersed and returned half an hour later, almost all of them holding a white skull with wooden sticks.
Beta said: "No weapons were found, but I found that most of the corpses had holes in their skulls."
He showed off his skull on a stick.
The other three people showed the skulls they had obtained. Although the locations of the holes in the skulls obtained by the four people were different, they all had a hole of similar shape, about the width of an adult's thumb.
Roland grabbed the skull with a mage's hand. He looked at it for a while and said, "I didn't find any weapons in the places I explored, and all the skulls have a small vertebral hole, which shows that they were indeed sharpened. Killed with a small sharp weapon.”
"Arrow!" Beta said.
Sur frowned and said: "But I didn't see any arrows. With so many arrows fired, it's impossible not to leave any arrows behind. They must have taken them all away."
"I've read in books that the elves are born with strong magic power. Their archery masters don't need arrows at all, they can directly use magic power to form them..." When Roland said this, he suddenly frowned: "Wait, what does this smell like?"
Roland turned around, looked around for a while, and finally leaned forward to look into the well in front of him. Gradually, his expression became gloomy.
The blue mage's hand reached down and pulled out a large wooden barrel from the well.
The barrel was placed on the ground and everyone gathered around it.
There was a corpse in the bucket that was so rotten that it was about to turn into water. Although the face was completely unclear, judging from the body shape, it should be a child only two or three years old.
The corpse was very thin and scarred, skin and bones. Even if it is eroded, there is not much pus.
Although the smell in the air was getting stronger, no one covered their noses.
Roland looked at it for a while and clenched his right fist tightly, but his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking up the child: "He was starved to death."
Soul and the priest's eyes turned red instantly.
Beta turned around and kicked the small tree next to him into two pieces. His face was twisted and he let out a heart-rending roar.
"Hold!"
Frightened birds flew up in droves around the village.