In the evening, only half of the pale golden sun was left hanging in the sky, and the light it emitted was only a little bit warm.
In a small country between Kovitan and Ender.
Two clouds of black fog flew over the plains, over the grasslands, and entered a sparse yellow mountain.
The soil of this mountain was bright yellow, and from time to time, withered and leafless black and thin trees could be seen scattered all over the mountain.
In some places, white bones and corpses that had not completely rotted could be seen. Most of them were mutated animals, but there were also human corpses.
Small groups of black scavenger birds gathered together to peck at the corpses.
Garon looked down, and could see a few black skinned people with only a few pieces of rags hanging on their bodies, squatting beside the corpses and munching on the rotten meat.
As if sensing his gaze, the person below raised his head, revealing a rotting black face.
There was an empty black hole in his eye socket, and small black bugs crawled in and out of his nose. His mouth was no longer the shape of a human's mouth, as his entire chin and lips were gone, and his white gums were directly exposed to the air.
There was not much flesh left on this person's body, and the bones inside could be faintly seen. There were still many wounds on his body that had not healed, and the black insides of his body could be seen from the outside.
"That person is still alive?" Garon was a little shocked.
"What?" Windling looked over in confusion, and looked down following Garon's gaze, and was slightly stunned as well. "Looks like a person, fly lower."
The two clouds of black fog slowly descended, and floated more than ten meters above the pile of scavenger.
Windling could now clearly see the person below. He immediately took a cold breath.
"What is this?! A new mutated creature?! "
"I'm afraid not …" Garon's face was a little heavy. "Let's continue forward."
The two of them were wrapped in the black fog, and continued to fly forward.
Soon, a small human village appeared on the ground in front of them, some of the yellow mud houses had collapsed, and some were broken, barely holding on. It was empty, and there was no one in sight.
Looking down from above, the entire village was like a yellow pancake, but it was full of holes.
Soon, the two of them found a black skinny man on the right side of the village. This man was also crouching in front of a pile of rotten meat, greedily munching on it.
This pile of rotten flesh was actually a human corpse. It was a human male. The entire abdominal cavity had been hollowed out, and the internal organs were covered in greenish-white mold. The buzzing flies continued to circle around the corpse.
"Let's go down and take a look," Garon said in a deep voice.
Windling nodded as well. Both of them were feeling a little heavy-hearted. The situation was getting out of control. Both of them thought of a terrifying possibility.
Two balls of black fog slowly descended and landed on the ground behind the dark skinny man. The fog dispersed and quickly returned to the pocket watch in Garon's hand.
The two of them quietly looked at the human figure more than ten meters away.
This person seemed to be severely dehydrated. His skin was like a dry and wrinkled rag. Some parts of his skin had fallen off and were only connected to his body by a thin thread. Some parts of his skin were full of holes, like a tattered linen. Through the holes, one could see the dried black muscle tissue underneath.
As if he had smelled something, the man suddenly stopped chewing and slowly turned around. A pair of lusterless black eyes stared at the two people behind it.
"Hiss …"
He made a strange gasping sound, as if he was smelling something hard.
"You're still alive?" Windling shouted. He quickly asked questions in the languages of many different countries.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, the other party opened his arms and swung them at Wind Chimes. His speed was abnormally fast, as if there were springs under his feet that shot over in an instant. He opened his mouth wide, revealing sharp white teeth. His eyes were greedy and naked. It was as if Windling was an extremely delicious meal in his eyes.
Seeing the man's irrational behavior, Windling frowned and raised his hand.
Yellow roots suddenly drilled out of the ground and wrapped around the man, tripping him to the ground.
With a poof, the man was still struggling violently on the ground. His two hands clawed and crawled madly on the ground. His eyes were fixed on Windling as if he was going crazy.
However, the roots on his legs continued to spread and quickly wrapped around his waist, fixing him in place.
"Forget it, let's go. This man is no longer human," Garon said softly behind them.
Windling looked at the man on the ground.
"I have a bad feeling."
"Same." Garon turned around and released the black fog. "The capital of this country is in front of us. What happened here? We should be able to find some survivors in the capital. Maybe we can find something."
The two of them rolled up the black fog again and quickly moved forward.
On the ground, more and more people appeared from time to time. Some of them were completely black, while others were completely red. Some of these people were crazily chasing, some were lying on the ground eating rotten meat, and some were constantly repeating certain actions.
There were more and more of these people, and they were getting denser.
The two of them flew through the air, their hearts getting heavier.
Soon, in less than an hour, their destination appeared in front of them. Vivar. The capital city of this small country.
The city was not big. It was like a yellow pancake spread out on the ground.
It was surrounded by a circle of yellow walls, but it was empty inside. It was too quiet. Looking down from the sky, one could see numerous yellow buildings of various heights and heights. They were still in good condition. The streets were unusually quiet. There was not a single person in sight.
The two of them slowly lowered their altitude. The city below was getting bigger and bigger.
The entire city was abnormally huge. From high up in the sky, it could be seen that the entire city was divided into four sections, and each section was further divided into four sections. There were a total of sixteen sections, and each section was densely packed with hundreds of buildings of varying sizes, tall and short.
The two of them landed in a small section beside the city wall and directly landed on the roof of a building.
Compared to the entire small section, the two of them were like two ants in a bathtub. They were inconspicuous.
Garon and Windling stood firmly on the edge of the roof and looked down. The streets below were filled with abandoned trash. Some of them were already black, and they could not tell what they were. Some of them seemed to be piles of clothes and food bags.
However, these were not the most conspicuous. The most striking thing was that the walls of the buildings were filled with blood-red words. They did not know what they meant.
Garon looked at Windling. The latter frowned and shook his head.
"It's not a language here. It doesn't even look like the language of any country. I'm more willing to believe that it's some kind of unconscious scribbling. "
Garon also frowned slightly.
This kind of blood-red scribbling was everywhere. On the walls, on the streets, on some of the carriages that had fallen to the side of the road, on the street lamps. It was everywhere.
These scribbles were messy and messy. They looked like some kind of text. Occasionally, there were some arcs and circles mixed in.
Garon pulled his collar and pressed down on the small box on his collar.
"Is there anyone from the Secret Service here? If there is, reply immediately. "
Windling also looked over to see if there was anyone else here.
Soon, there was a scratching sound coming from the black box. Then, a suppressed male voice of surprise came from inside.
"Hoo … hoo … I'm Chavana, the leader here. May I ask … are you Lord Eight Headed Cloud Crow?!" His voice was very soft and hurried, as if he was on guard against something.
"I'm Cloud Crow. What's the situation now? How did this city become like this? Where are you guys now? "Garen asked in a chain of questions.
"You should come over. We'll explain the situation to you face to face." A bitter laugh came from the other side of the box. "Our location is … Ah!!!"
Suddenly, there was a scream from the other side of the box. It seemed to be a woman's scream.
"Damn it!" "Kill him! Use tactics!! "
"Leo!!" "Chavana! Save me! "
Then there was a series of noises. The box seemed to have fallen to the ground with a thud.
"Hello?!" Garon hurriedly shouted.
There was no more sound coming from the box. There was only silence.
Garon patted the box with a sour expression.
"All public channels. Is anyone still there? All members of the Secret Service immediately answer the question! Immediately!! "
After the box switched to public channels, it was still silent.
The sky was gradually darkening. Gusts of cold wind blew, causing some of the thin wooden planks on the roof to flip slightly.
The scratching sound came from the box again. There seemed to be some kind of noise.
"Sizzle …"
The noise got louder and louder. It was even a little ear-piercing.
"Smack!"
Garon closed the black box and looked at Windling beside him. The latter's expression was also unprecedentedly serious.
"Looks like the situation isn't good." Windling said softly. "Something wrong seems to have happened in this country. It's not like we're guessing that a simple group of people has been infected and mutated. "
Garon nodded.
"The current situation is that we need to find those people who came here first. Where are they?"
"When I was in Black Sky, I came across a phenomenon. Although I only saw it from the information, it's very similar to our current situation. Let me check it out first. This is a self-made compass. First, determine our location and the geomagnetic strength here. "Windling took out a small white disc from his waist bag. There was a silver circle in the middle.
He squatted down and turned the disc upside down on the ground.
After waiting for a few seconds, he picked up the disc again.
A clear white circle was imprinted on the ground. Some fine dust in the circle was quickly arranged into a dust pointer. There seemed to be some fine markings on it.
Windling carefully checked the pointer on the ground. "No, the geomagnetic strength here shouldn't be like this. We should have traveled thousands of kilometers. This pointer … "
Suddenly, a new pointer was formed in the circle on the ground.
Windling was slightly stunned.
Soon, the third pointer appeared. The fourth, the fifth, the sixth!
A gust of wind blew past. All the pointers scattered and disappeared.
Feng Ling was dumbfounded.
"What's going on?" Garon couldn't understand his method at all.
"I set the starting point with the place where we started as the pole. After that, we should be able to see how far we've traveled and what direction the original pole was. But now, it's showing … "Windling swallowed his saliva. He was speechless.
"Showing what?" Garon frowned.
"It's showing that we're less than a thousand kilometers away from our original position …" Windling said, a little guilty.
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