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CHAPTER 206 CHAPTER 0205

Bolton led the team to shuttle through the crevice of the giant beast.

Ken stopped at a certain corner, and the surroundings were dim, but his [Grey Vision] still found traces of the struggle.

Judging from the blood volume and broken weapons...

[The mercenaries fought tenaciously for a while, but unfortunately, fate did not favor these poor people in the end. 】

When the team came here, there were signs of dragging and retreating.

Bolton said: "Many brothers died. We rescued a life from the rampaging giant beasts, and then found the depression in the cliff in the dark. The employer is there now."

But now, the final question looms.

How will the team overcome the barrier of [Blood Plague Behemoth]?

Those big guys seem to have woken up, they are colliding with each other, scraping off the gray skins used for the winter, and they are ready to set off for the ground.

According to Wu Senbu, this process will last for more than a week.

"If we have to wait, we should be able to successfully rescue a bunch of corpses. I hope your guild doesn't mind."

Seeing that Bolton panicked, Ken added, "It's just a joke, we're here for this situation, aren't we?"

The fern tribe made sufficient preparations before coming.

The team took out all the medicinal materials in the package and lit a fire on the spot, and all the curled materials and viscous liquid were piled or wiped on the wood.

【Trap: Longyan】

【Grade: A】

[Description: A special bonfire used to hypnotize beasts. The formula used is quite sophisticated, and the materials are also very particular. It can work on most wilderness creatures. 】

Ken and the others took the antidote and covered their nose and mouth with a veil.

Afterwards, the billowing thick smoke spread out, and the white sea waves were surprisingly turbulent, until the loud rumbling noise around it began to weaken.

Gradually, the giant beasts stopped their activities and began to crawl to rest.

Nostrils staggered and gathered into wind, kicking up the dust on the ground of vine roots.

It is said that those flying animal skins are actually consumables, but their value is not high, and it is not convenient to take them now.

【Longyan】The effect is limited.

Only the behemoths around Ken and the others were sleeping, and the dangers were lurking in the distance. Everyone had no time to delay and started to cross the mountain of meat with hands.

They don't need to keep looking.

Bolton could clearly remember where the cliff depression was.

After only a short distance, the team heard vague discussions, as well as a light that was different from that of [Venomum Worm].

Bolton waved the torch and looked towards the cliff ahead.

A mercenary with disheveled hair and a bushy beard, wearing the same type of scaly light armor, was poking his head out to watch.

"Molly," Burton called to the man, "my dear brother!"

Mo Lie came out in surprise, "You have returned safely, God, we have run out of ammunition and food, and all hope is on you!"

Bolton and the adjutant stepped forward to hug their good brother, and then introduced Ken.

Mo Lie led the crowd into the dark cliff, which seemed to be deeper, and there might have been water flowing countless years ago.

The natural cave is very wide.

Ken heard a vague sound in the dimness.

His ears were extremely sensitive, and there was no doubt that several people were humming, a warm tune with a strange sense of nostalgia.

As the mass of footsteps disrupted the original rhythm, the survivors broke off their whispers and stood up to face their savior.

The joy of being reunited, the excitement of being rescued, the hysterical cries, and the weak and unintelligible words.

Ken looked at the safe haven:

The cave formed by the collapse of the tunnel was poured in by the breeze, and the remaining bonfire was raised with [Earth Core Wood], but it is difficult to burn an open flame with this thing, so there is only a shimmer of red charcoal around.

In the container next to it were half-eaten bryophytes, combined with the slightly poisoned state of the surrounding people, it really fit the adjective of "running out of ammunition and food".

"What were you doing?" Ken asked.

"Sing, a minor tune taught by Mr. Clayton." Mo Lie said, "It's dark and depressing here. We've survived this time by learning songs, but if you don't show up again, I'm afraid this trick will soon fail. .”

"Where is your employer?" Ken asked.

He looked around, only to see the wounded everywhere - accompanying traders, guides in animal skins, and a few bandaged mercenaries.

"Pioneer, please wait a moment."

A voice came from behind the rock.

It was the deepest part of the cave, and even when the fire was brightest, it couldn't reach such a narrow corner.

"Sir," Ken said, "need help?"

The guy didn't say anything more.

Everyone in the cave fell silent, and only then did they hear the rustling sound, the sharp rubbing sound of a chisel carved on a stone.

But the strokes are very light and the strokes are very short, so they are completely covered up by the noise.

Ken held up the torch and walked in, then exclaimed: "This is..."

[You stare at the writing on the stone wall and find that it is Taji language, a folk language popular in the southern border countries, and the noble literature does not recognize its system. 】

"Pioneer, I'm surprised that you can understand."

The fellow continued to write, and the pen he used was a splinter of earthwood, and what remained all over the wall was a rather beautiful short poem.

The general artistic conception is to describe an accidental disaster, from life to survival, to the magnificence of the wilderness, and finally to reflect on the insignificance of the self.

"I'm a bard by profession."

His voice was very calm, just like the final chapter, with relief and peace, he continued to float in the cave.

"Boss, we are going to go." Langz caught up, "This guy is probably crazy. I have seen many mercenaries in trouble. Believe me, don't worry about it, just knock him out and walk away."

Ken waved his hand and didn't force it.

The whole wall [Tajiyu] composes a long novel, with beautiful and clear handwriting, and the author seems not to have been affected in such a dim environment.

[Character: Clayte Wu]

[Identity: Bard]

[Description: A traveler with a special identity, a respectable existence on the continent of Usua, and a frantic writer. 】

Ken read it with the knowledge that existed in his mind.

【Score Collection: Rhapsody to the Center of the Earth】

【Grade: A】

[Effect: Immersion, reflection, and re-realization of the weight of life. 】

Ken was surprised that this long poem could still be sung, so he said: "With all due respect, this movement has no opening at all, and I can't even imagine what tune it should have."

Clayte did not complete the final epilogue, did not sign the signature, nor did he answer the question of the war banner, but stood up calmly.

He stepped forward into the firelight, exposing himself in the dim light.

Clayton's eyes are all gray and white, but the most solid ice crystals in the snow field seem to be hidden in this damaged organ. He wears a half mask, shaped like a floating cloud.

That cloud didn't cover the mouth, nor did it completely cover the scars on the face.

Clayton said, "You seem to be surprised, Pioneer. I am indeed as you imagined. I am blind, and I don't have the handsome appearance in the rumors."

(End of this chapter)