Noah choked a little. He looked at Meg in silence for a while and tried to ease the awkwardness. "Mr. Mak, it's nice to meet you."
"How nice?" Meg looked at him and asked seriously.
"Uh … 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," Meg said calmly.
"I'm not afraid of being tired. I just like working with you. It gives me face." Noah chuckled. He would be proud to tell others about it in the future.
"But I'm afraid I'll be a burden." Meg looked at him.
Noah was speechless.
Alright, there was nothing to talk about.
It was the first time Noah felt a blow from a big boss. It hurt him a lot.
"Although my grandson is useless, he can still be a bait," Melante, who had been silent all this time, said.
Noah widened his eyes and looked at Melante in disbelief.
Was this the reason why grandpa brought him along?!
"That's it. Demons usually don't like him." Meg shook his head.
"That's true. He's too ordinary." Melante nodded.
Noah slowly sat at the back and hugged his knees, feeling depressed.
The purple-striped griffin flew very fast. In less than three hours, they could see the Twilight Forest from afar.
Melante had also dripped Anne's blood into the tortoiseshell stone during the journey. The red lines on the tortoiseshell stone turned golden. The closer they got to the Twilight Forest, the more golden spots shone on the tortoiseshell stone. It was like a starry sky.
"He did appear here, and he didn't stay in one place." Melante looked at the tortoiseshell stone floating and spinning in front of him with a serious expression.
"Let's go to the nearest marked spot." Meg glanced at the tortoiseshell stone and rode the purple-striped griffin downwards.
The golden spots got closer and closer, and the ruins of a tribe gradually appeared in everyone's sight.
The once prosperous middle-sized tribe had been burned to the ground. The scene should have been cleaned up by the orcs of other tribes. In the middle of the tribe, there was a tall mound with a blackened stone pillar. The top of the stone pillar was carved with a cheetah, which should be the tribe's totem.
After confirming that there was no one around, the purple-striped griffin landed on the ground.
"He stopped here not too long ago. Judging from the Devil Qi, he shouldn't be the devil's true form. However, this guy who sold his soul has fallen deeply into the demonic path. After absorbing a lot of blood essence and resentment, his strength has skyrocketed. He will be more and more difficult to deal with." Melante walked around the ruins and finally stood in front of the mound in the center. He said with a solemn expression.
"How strong?" Meg asked with a frown.
Initially, Joshua was only a mage who had yet to reach the 7th-tier. While he could not be said to be completely powerless, he was not a threat at all.
However, after single-handedly causing this war and massacre, his strength had skyrocketed by absorbing resentment and blood essence. That was not a good thing.
Melante sat cross-legged and formed a seal with his hands. He took out a golden-red talisman from somewhere and held it between two of his fingers. He muttered something and pointed at the mound in front of him.
The golden-red talisman burst into flames and floated toward the mound, then merged with it.
The ground suddenly began to shake, and the mound that was pressed tightly together also began to sway. The soil rustled and fell.
"Is the corpse coming to life?" Meg subconsciously took two steps back. The night was cold, and so many orcs had just died here. Seeing the mound of graves trembling, as if something was about to crawl out of the ground, it was a little creepy.
"Mr. Mak, don't be nervous. My grandfather is communicating with them," Noah said with a smile. He did not expect Alex to be afraid of ghosts too.
"Ghosts can communicate?" Meg frowned.
"Yes, we are ghosts. Isn't it normal for us to communicate with ghosts?" Noah nodded. "Look, we don't look like ghosts."
Meg was deep in thought. It seemed that he had to look up more information about ghosts when he went back. He knew too little about them.
The ground suddenly stopped shaking, and a broken face appeared on the stone pillar. It used a strange tone to communicate with Melante, but it quickly dissipated.
Melante sighed and slowly stood up. He said in a low voice, "The bodies were burned, and the souls were stolen and devoured. Only a few remnant souls managed to escape, so there was not much information. That guy was wearing a black robe, and his strength was above level-nine. He might have reached level-ten. "
"If there are enough remnant souls and resentment, you can get more information, right?" Meg asked.
"Yes, the bodies can talk because the souls will not disappear immediately. The resentment can exist for a long time. The more complete the soul, the more information can be obtained." Melante nodded.
"Then I'll take you to a place." Meg jumped back onto the griffin's back and left with Melante and Noah.
Soon, the griffin landed in a ruin a hundred miles away.
Just like the previous tribe, this place had been cleaned up. The tall tombstones looked very lonely, and the occasional crow's cry added to the chill.
This was the tribe that Meg came to yesterday.
"The resentment here is quite strong. It was not completely devoured," Melante said in surprise as soon as they landed.
"I came here yesterday. He must have sensed my presence, so he left in a hurry. He did not have time to completely absorb the resentment," Meg said.
"I see. Then it's easy." Melante nodded. He did not waste any more time. He sat down in front of the tombstones and began to cast the spell again.
Meg's heart skipped a beat when he saw the green resentment emerging from the tombstones. He looked at Melante's back, and couldn't help but think of the Daoist priest who vanquished demons.
This ghost tribe was a little different from what he had imagined. They were not named because their abilities were similar to ghosts, or because they looked strange. Instead, they were named because they could communicate with ghosts.
About ten minutes later, Melander, who had said something to the group of ghosts, recited an obscure incantation. The lingering aura of resentment gradually dissipated, and the surroundings returned to normal.
"They said the one who devoured the resentment was a terrifying young man. They couldn't see his face clearly, but he had a terrifying aura. He was at the 9th-tier, and had yet to reach the 10th-tier. He appeared not long after the tribe was massacred. However, he left in a hurry for some reason, "Melante said to Meg as he stood up.
Mag nodded slightly, and said, "Looks like we can basically confirm that it was Josh who did it. Chaos City is currently investigating the Ministry of War. He should have initiated this war without Andre's permission just to absorb the resentment of these innocent people who were slaughtered."
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