Chapter 311: The cenotaph under the old banyan tree

For such rumors, Ron and others were a little more cautious, but that was all.

Sulina and her bestie were not adventurers. They had no martial arts or magic. They would easily exaggerate monsters when they met them. Ron wanted to see how powerful a monster that was even more unique than the Death Knight could be.

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Can you really pull down an Old One to introduce him to Mr. Ke?

"I advise you to give up your idea," the shadow spirit sitting in the corner raised his eyelids and glanced at Ron, "Some things may not exist originally, but if you think about them, they may really exist."

Yelena's reminder was originally well-intentioned, but it gave Ron a flash of inspiration: When it comes to dealing with the so-called "unspeakable", who among them has more experience than a sorcerer?

If I have to say, it's the witch called Polly!

Shadow Spirit swore to her master that she absolutely didn't want to participate in this adventure that sounded dangerous, but after all, Ron was the one who had the final say on the ground. No matter how reluctant she was, she had to bite the bullet and be pulled into the team this time. She stood up reluctantly, lowered the brim of her hood and walked out of the meeting room, ready to pack up first.

As the pillar of Ron's team for a long time, Sera asked for leave this time and didn't want to get involved. The barbarian was not afraid to fight with all kinds of behemoths, and even facing real dragons, giants and Titans would not affect her determination to draw her sword, but she never wanted to fight with the ethereal undead again.

"Fighting the air is really exhausting, and it will also affect my skills and control of power," Sera explained. "Besides, if there is something controlling the mind, I might be held back."

Sera's concerns are indeed not unfounded. After thinking about it, the other companions also agreed not to bring Sera with them for this exploration. However, Yelena, who is known for her skills and agility, cannot completely replace Sera's functions. There must be another person in the team so that Ivy's burden can be reduced as much as possible when fighting.

"I'll go with you guys," Quest stood up. "Speaking of which, although I've known you guys for a long time, I've never had the opportunity to fight side by side. This time, Sir Ron, you have to let me get what I want."

"And I'm a little curious. I've been a spy for many years, but I've never heard of the existence of the earldom. This is simply unimaginable!"

"Although we haven't fought side by side, your contribution is not small," Ron said with a smile, "But since you said so, I won't refuse your kindness."

"Have those troops decided? Then tomorrow morning, after sending them away, we will set off together!"

As for the others, the territory cannot be left without someone to take care of it, and there must be a strong person in charge. Gillianis can't follow Ron and others all day to explore with unclear purposes; as for the witch, Ron didn't dare to take her with him anymore, so he simply didn't tell her about it.

On the morning of the second day, the Centaur Clan, who had barely unified their opinions, set out to the south ahead of Ron's team. After Ron and the others walked a short distance, they turned and headed straight for the Gnoll Canyon. Passing by the old banyan tree, it was the safest path to the other side of the mountain.

"The green dragon is dead, but the vegetation it planted is growing so luxuriantly," Quest stretched out his hand with some emotion as he passed through the green dragon's garden, and plucked those harmless plants.

When passing under the banyan tree, the tiefling raised his head and looked at the remains of the green dragon, which was still shocking even though it died in a humiliating manner, and couldn't help sighing.

Compared to Quest, who did not go deep into the nest, Yelena, who had come here to collect corpses for her fellow tribesmen, seemed much calmer. But when everyone was about to leave, the shadow spirit suddenly let out a light exclamation. She stopped in front of a small earth pit under the old banyan tree. There was nothing there now. Judging from the traces around it, it should have been dug open by something with claws.

"What happened?" Ron came over. If he remembered correctly, there was no such pit here before.

"I buried some pieces of cloth from von Richthofen here as a memorial," Yelena explained, "but now it has been dug up."

"Maybe it was a wild animal," Driver didn't see any problem here, "After all, this is not a cemetery in a big city. Isn't it normal to be dug up?"

"But I didn't put any blood or bones in it. Why would a wild animal dig it?" Yelena retorted.

"Maybe it's just for fun," the goblin hunter was unwilling to waste brain cells on this, "and you see, the pit you dug is not very deep, it is entirely possible that it was blown open by a strong wind one day?"

"Although I don't want to dwell on this, your attitude still annoys me, goblin," the mouth exposed under the shadow spirit's hood curled disdainfully, "Forget it, anyway, I have already asked someone to send her body back, Sir Ron, let's continue on our way."

This little episode did not disrupt the team's original plan. There are all kinds of creatures in the delusion ground. Not to mention a small pit being dug, even if the mountain they are going to is razed one day, it is entirely possible. Even if the reason cannot be explained, it cannot explain anything.

However, the mountain range has not been flattened, and even the demon villages in the mountains have barely changed.

Due to Sera's absence, the team's hunting efficiency was greatly reduced. Therefore, by the time everyone arrived at the foot of the mountain, the dry food had been exhausted. Ron had to change his original plan and instead visited the foul demon who had defected to Order to see if he could Buy some food in the village.

"I'm happy to do business, but..." The foul demon was still sitting in that room, her expression unchanged, but her tone was a little embarrassed, "Sir Ron, even if you buy it for half a million gold coins, There’s nothing you can do about a piece of bread: gold coins can’t be spent here at all!”

"Why don't you see if we can barter?"

The wings on the back of the foul demon trembled slightly, and her slender fingers pointed outside the house, signaling Ron to pay attention to the demons or human vendors wandering in the village: "You see, they don't need gold coins as a carrier of value, furs, handicrafts Products and even shells are enough to seal the deal.”

"They won't live much longer and I don't think introducing currency will do any good other than burden them, so we can't trade food to you if you can't provide us with what we actually need."