This night was no different from any other night. A gentle breeze blew through the camp, and the smell of early autumn brought a refreshing feeling to the hearts and minds of the people. A few young Magicians were on night duty. They sat around the campfire, chatting and laughing in low voices. The faint starlight sprinkled down, making the forest seem more poetic.
Everything was normal, except for Chipango!
From the beginning to the end, Han Jin had not allowed him to leave, and Chipango was very clear that he had a lot of inside information. Under these circumstances, it was already very kind of Han Jin not to kill him, so he didn't want to be a busybody and just quietly existed.
Chipango didn't even dare to build a wooden hut for himself. Who knew if he was considered a prisoner now? He didn't want to attract anyone's attention, so in the end, he found some hay and branches and built a nest for himself in the corner of the camp. To be honest, the nest wasn't much better than a dog kennel, but he was very satisfied. He had food to eat and a place to rest.
It was so quiet that Chipango could hear his slightly rapid breathing. His forehead, cheeks, chest, back, and hands were covered in cold sweat. When the night wind blew, he felt a chill all over his body.
To be able to survive in this extremely dangerous place until today, the eyesight that his mother had passed on to him had saved him many times. No one in the entire camp could detect any abnormalities, but he could clearly see that a huge monster was quietly approaching!
He knew what that monster was, and he even knew who that monster was! Two years ago, he happened to see an inconspicuous mercenary team almost break out into a conflict with the Dragon Singer Mercenary Group. At the time, the mercenary team had a lot of people, while the Dragon Singer Mercenary Group only had five people. However, the leader of the Dragon Singer Mercenary Group, Wyvern Knight Dwightsteel, happened to be there. Logically speaking, they had the absolute advantage. Dwightsteel alone was enough to wipe out the entire mercenary team, not to mention that the people standing beside him were all his close friends who had experienced hundreds of battles.
But the result was shocking. When the mercenary team secretly released the monster, Dwightsteel stepped forward to stop his angry friends and negotiated with the mercenary team in an amicable manner. In the end, the disputed spoils were divided equally according to the number of people present. It was important to note that the Dragon Singer Mercenary Group only had five people present. Dividing the spoils equally according to the number of people present was absolutely unfair to Dwightsteel!
Chipango found it very strange. With the Dragon Singer Mercenary Group's strength and Wyvern Knight Dwightsteel's status and identity, there was no need for him to compromise with anyone! Coincidentally, he had some free time at the time, so he secretly started investigating. But after a few days, he voluntarily gave up because he found more and more things that made his hair stand on end. He really didn't dare to continue investigating.
The giant creature that could turn invisible looked like a wyvern, but it was many times larger. Chipango had read many ancient books about it, and finally determined that it was the Abyssal Ghost Snake! The Abyssal Ghost Snake was even rarer than a dragon. According to legends, it was the mount of the Demon God of the Abyss, and it was born with the ability to become invisible. But the most terrifying thing was the third eye on the Abyssal Ghost Snake's forehead, the Cursed Eye of the Demon God!
Once the Cursed Eye of the Demon God opened, it could turn a person or any other lifeform into a stone statue. This was different from the Petrification ability of the Medusa nobles. Petrification was a type of magic that could be dispelled or returned to normal as the elements dissipated. But the Cursed Eye of the Demon God had an irreversible elemental annihilation ability. Turning into a stone statue meant complete death.
Maybe it was because they had the Abyssal Ghost Snake, or maybe it was to show the origin of their leader, but the name of the mercenary group was the Abyss! And the real reason why the Abyss Mercenary Team was unknown was that they rarely took on missions. They only wandered around the Forest of Magic Beasts all year round, and occasionally returned to Isolated Cliff City. Even when they returned, they only rested for a few days before setting off again. If a mercenary group wanted to make a name for themselves, they could only do so through missions. The more missions they completed, the more difficult they would be, and the more attention they would attract. Naturally, a mercenary group like the Abyss Mercenary Team would be buried. Were they supposed to follow them everywhere and observe what they did?
At this point, Chipango stopped his secret investigation. Someone that even Dwightsteel found difficult to deal with was definitely not someone he could afford to offend. If he was discovered, he would definitely end up in a miserable state.
The giant monster was less than a hundred meters away from the camp. Chipango's body trembled slightly. He could see two red shadows on the Abyssal Ghost Snake's back. One of them should be the Abyssal Ghost Snake's master, the captain of the Abyss Mercenary Team, and the mysterious summoner. The other one should be a magician. Since none of the magic sentries had sent out any alarms, it was obvious that the magician had already deciphered them! And that magician should be very powerful, at least in the area of magic sentries. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to decipher a magic sentries set up by a magus.
But their movements were so slow. The magic sentries that covered the entire mountain should have caused them some trouble. Unfortunately, it was just trouble!
What should I do? Run away? Chipango asked himself. He didn't want to go against the strange and scary mercenaries in the camp, and he definitely didn't want to risk his life for anyone.
At this moment, Erwin, who was sitting next to the campfire, stood up and sniffed hard. He faintly smelled something fishy. His recent experience told him that a magical beast was approaching!
"Erwin, what's wrong?" a young magician asked.
"I'll go take a look over there." Erwin pointed to the side. "Something's not right."
The magician shrugged. With the dean here and the defensive magic circle in the camp, he felt like everyone was very safe.
"It's all your fault!" A female magician giggled. "Erwin must have been scared out of his wits when you told him the story of the necromancer!"
"My God … Poor Irwin." The other magician also revealed a mocking smile.
Erwin ignored the mockery behind him and continued walking forward. He was a very serious person, and he had to get to the bottom of this.
Soon, he stood at the fence and quietly observed outside. Under the faint starlight, everything was normal, but the fishy smell seemed to be getting stronger.
Erwin chanted a spell in a low voice, and a shining ball of light shot out, instantly illuminating the entire hillside. Erwin's spell alarmed his other companions, and the magicians all rushed over. However, other than the swaying grass, they could see nothing.
"Erwin, what's wrong?" the female magician asked with a frown.
"I … just feel like something's wrong!" Erwin scratched his head. He also felt embarrassed. "Do you guys smell something?"
"Something?" The female magician sniffed hard and took a step back. Her eyes widened in anger. "You guys … How many days have you not bathed?!"
"I bathed yesterday!" A magician argued, but he wasn't confident enough. He secretly sniffed his armpits.
"Seriously …" The female magician waved her hand at the tip of her nose. "Forget it, I'm not on night duty with you guys!"
"Hey, don't go!" A few magicians shouted in unison. As the saying went, when men and women worked together, work would be less tiring. With a female companion, the night would pass in the blink of an eye, leaving a group of men behind would be somewhat boring.
"I'm not going to stay here and smell your stench!" The female magician rolled her eyes. She gracefully turned around and walked back to her wooden shed.
"Erwin, it's all your fault!" a magician complained helplessly.
"Aiya … Our Erwin, you're probably the first magician in history to be frightened by the stench of his own sweat, right?" another magician chuckled.
Erwin's face turned red. He sniffed his clothes hard. Sure enough, there was a thick smell of sweat. He hadn't bathed for three days.
Erwin took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "But … I feel like the stench is coming from outside."
"What's outside? It's the Tarasha Forest! It's the Magic Beast Forest! " The magician obviously didn't want to continue arguing. He said in a lecturing tone, "This is the smell of the forest! Erwin, this is not your home, so … You have to get used to it! Do you understand? "
Erwin spread out his hands helplessly. He was convinced by his companions. Maybe it really was his illusion. The next moment, Erwin turned around and was about to return to the bonfire with his companions. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind! He finally understood why he felt that something was wrong. The stench was regular, sometimes thick, sometimes thin, as if something was breathing on him.
Something was definitely wrong! Erwin suddenly turned around. The moment he tried to open his eyes wide to see what was going on, his body suddenly stiffened. Even his magic robe and hair froze in place. A gust of wind blew by, and his hair fell off piece by piece, turning into flying dust on the ground. A little bit of crystal gradually disappeared from Erwin's eyes. His eyes and cheeks quickly became rough. The curse needed some time. At least Erwin could feel what was happening to him. He used the last of his strength to loosen his left hand. This was the only thing he could do.
In fact, Erwin was a very alert and smart young man who grew up very quickly. He and Asa were highly valued by Yalina, but he lacked enough luck! In this chaotic continent, dying young was not a rare thing, although it was very regrettable.
"Erwin!" a magician shouted angrily.
"Quiet, don't wake the master!" another magician said.
"But look at him …" The magician suddenly stopped mid-sentence because the magic staff in Erwin's left hand fell to the ground and shattered like a stone.
Unfortunately, Erwin's last effort did not alert his companions because they had not seen the real enemy yet. A few magicians actually walked toward Erwin's statue, but after taking two steps, their bodies stiffened almost at the same time.
Chipango had been observing the situation from beginning to end. He suddenly thought of something, and his face instantly twisted. He then jumped up and a series of sharp screams pierced through the quiet sky. "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! " (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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