Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes Chapter 121

　　 The bottom of the canyon, which is not exposed to sunlight all year round, is often a place where negative energy accumulates.

　　 In addition, there has been a massacre here before, even if there are undead creatures jumping out now, the last dragonborn will not be surprised.

　　 continued to advance for a while, and the elf keenly noticed that on the canyon rock walls on both sides, there were some obvious new traces relative to the surroundings.

　　 There are cracks left after the magic explosion, pits that seem to be hit by a huge force, and deep and slender sword marks.

　　As mentioned in the intelligence, not all members of the epee mercenary group were poisoned to death in their sleep.

　　 These traces on the valley wall are probably left by those mercenaries who were not completely poisoned when they resisted desperately.

　　 After a brief inspection of these traces, the last dragonborn, while refreshed, couldn't help acting more carefully.

　　 continued to explore, when the elf walked around a pile of rocks that fell down the mountain, what he was looking for during this trip finally appeared in front of him.

　　 Dilapidated camps, burnt campfires, scattered chariots, dead beasts...

　　 And, bones everywhere--

　　 At the same time, there are a lot of traces of monsters left in the environment.

　　 During this period of time, there seemed to be a lot of bold beasts who regarded this place as a free canteen from the sky.

　　 Seeing this scene, the Last Dragonborn stopped vigilantly and held the Noy Moon Staff behind him in his hand.

　　At the same time, the spell book tied to the waist of the elf floated up on its own, floating beside the elf, ready to release the spell at any time.

　　 I carefully watched for possible sneak attacks in the surrounding area, but there was no movement around him for the time being.

　　 The elf cautiously raised the staff, selected the skill with his mind, and the system automatically chanted the spell for him.

　　 "[Detecting Undead Creatures]——"

　　 Invisible ripples spread from the tip of the stick in a spherical shape, sweeping the canyon nearly a hundred meters in front of the elf, and enveloping the entire camp.

　　 But in the eyes of the elf, no bones were highlighted.

　　 Haven't had time to transform yet?

　　 Or is it for some other reason?

　　 In any case, no undead creatures were born, which made the last dragonborn breathe a sigh of relief.

　　 carefully walked to the vicinity of the skeleton, and the task information on the panel was refreshed without surprise.

　　 [System prompt: "Dust to dust, soil to soil" mission is completed, you will get 100,000 experience points]

　　Compared with other task rewards in the task chain, the rewards in the last link are almost the same.

　　 But the purpose of the elves here was not originally for this reward.

　　 Due to the shackles of his previous professional player status, few people know that he has always been a plot party.

　　Walking in the desolate and ruined camp, the elf cast a mage's hand, carefully flipping and inspecting the numerous corpses on the ground.

　　 As the incident occurred in the middle of the night, the lights were blinded, and the attackers walked in a hurry again.

　　 Most of the belongings on these corpses are still intact, which makes the wizard's search skills experience bar a lot more.

　　 Out of habit, the elf took away all valuable things.

　　 Although at this point in time when the file is about to be deleted, it sounds useless.

　　 Finally, on the chest of one of the dead, the Last Dragonborn found a familiar black iron necklace.

　　 The deceased was curled up together, as if experiencing severe pain before death, and there was a very obvious trace of being dragged by a beast.

　　 But in contrast, his hands still hold the pendant tightly on his chest. Even if the corpse has been eaten for a little bit, it still doesn't relax.

　　 The elf knelt down, pried his fingers apart with a one-handed sword, and picked out a slightly deformed heart-shaped pendant.

In the 　　 pendant, there is another deja vu photo.

　　 A young brunette mercenary in bright armor, tenderly hugging the girl with blond hair and white skirt, smiling slightly shy.

　　 looked a little, the last dragonborn left the item in the hands of the deceased. Then he took out the blood-stained letters and another string of the same black iron necklace and placed them gently on the chest of the deceased.

　　 Finally, he glanced at the blonde girl who was smiling brightly in the necklace, and the elf fell silent for a while and spoke softly.

　　 "At this point, the commission is complete——"

　　 stood up slowly, the last dragonborn waved the strange staff in his hand.

　　 The earth parted in front of him, and buried the corpse together with the two necklaces on it, leaving only a small grave bag in place.

　　The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil, the soul is with the soul——

　　 What the elf didn't notice was that when his voice just fell, a very faint light flashed across the surface of the black iron pendant on the corpse.

　　The mercenaries who died on the battlefield do not need tombstones.

　　 No one knows what their names are, what kind of experiences they have had, and no one is interested in them.

　　 After handling the necklace of his client, the Last Dragonborn took a step back and finally glanced at the gorge where the Epee Mercenary Group was buried.

　　 As a mercenary who came here to accept 'employment', the elf felt that he should do something for them.

　　According to the unwritten habit among mercenaries, he picked up a few pieces of gray conglomerate on the spot. On the side of the camp wreckage ~www.mtlnovel.com~, they are stacked in order from the largest to the smallest, forming a low stone tower.

　　 Then, he picked up the broken flag of the epee mercenary group and pressed it under the top stone.

　　 This is the **** of common belief among mercenaries, the symbol of the **** of the north wind, Karaste, and represents the stairs of the soul.

　　 The living mercenaries hope that the souls of the war dead can return to the eternal kingdom of the gods through this stone tower, and receive the ultimate comfort and sleep.

　　Thinking about it, the last dragon descendant returned to the forest lawn and collected a bunch of strange white wildflowers and placed them in front of the stone tower.

　　 Then, he stood facing the stone tower, made a fist with his right hand, and lightly tapped three times on the armor of his chest, performing a common etiquette among mercenaries.

　　 The mountain breeze howled, and the broken and dilapidated flag fluttered slightly in the wind, as if recounting the past.

　　 Gazing at the flying scarlet flag, the expression of the Last Dragonborn was slightly ecstatic.

　　Every story will come to an end...?

　　 "It's incredible, this world... is actually just a game."

　　 After regaining consciousness, the elf smiled relieved, and then turned and left without a trace of nostalgia.

　　 floating in front of him, on the crystal-clear panel, the remaining in-game test time has begun to enter the countdown stage.

　　 "Goodbye...no! See you in three days, Unival—"

　　In the distance, there seems to be white light shining.

　　The tiny back figure gradually faded in the light, and only a whisper of Ruoruuowu was floating in the wind.

　　 "Maybe, you can try to establish an NPC protection association..."

　　 Then, the light faded, and the lingering sound died down.

　　 Beside the simple rock pile, there are only a few pure white wild flowers, gently swaying in the wind——

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