Everyone rushed over and squatted on the ground to look at the pile of ashes. In the ashes, a sapling had grown as high as a finger. After Ange and others squatted down, the sapling grew even more happily, at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Growing.
Ange took off the flower pot on his head, and saw the saplings waving their true leaves enthusiastically, sending a warm message to the saplings on the ground: use force - grow -.
Because when Ange took it down, his palm blocked the edge of the flowerpot. He also put a true leaf on the edge, stretched himself a little higher, and waved the other true leaf enthusiastically.
Ange activated his world-piercing hand and stuffed the flowerpot into the Palace of Rest.
The scene in front of him switched, which made the sapling confused for a moment. He tilted his top leaf, and the sapling sent a passionate message towards a stone not far away: Use harder--longer--harder--longer...not longer...
After eliminating the interference of small saplings, the growth rate of saplings in the ashes returned to normal, but it was still faster than normal trees.
From the time when the bugs were burned to ashes to when Ange and others chased and eliminated the beetles that slipped through the net, within twenty minutes, a tree sprouted and sprouted. This speed was not much slower than Ange's quick-death aura.
, what are these ashes? Why are they so powerful?
The little zombie curiously stretched out his index finger and poked it, got a little on his fingertip, then stretched out his little tongue and tried to lick it.
"No..." Nigris was about to stop him, but as soon as he said the words, the little angel punched the little zombie in the eye socket, causing it to lean back and sit on the ground.
"Ouch!" the little angel scolded it.
"Ouch!" the little zombie defended.
"Ouch!" The fight started.
Ange immediately protected the ashes and gathered them up. Not only this pile, but also the other dozen or so piles of ashes were gathered together. Finally, they were piled into a mound of one cubic meter and stuffed back into the Palace of Rest.
"Could this be the '彽' those two guys were talking about?" Negris guessed.
Rogge also walked over and used the Shadow Blade to peel away the coverings on the two stumps, revealing a shriveled lich body. However, their bodies were far more disgusting than normal lichs, so I won’t describe them.
, to avoid not being able to eat.
"I think the smell on their bodies is very familiar, and they probably come from Dark Side City." Rogge said.
"Ah? Darkside City? Your men?" Nigris was surprised.
Rogge shook his head: "The Dark Side City is very large, with underground caves extending in all directions. We only occupy a small area. Let alone us, even the Church of Light has not been able to explore one ten thousandth of that underground cave.
Otherwise, we would have been wiped out long ago. These are the smells I am talking about."
Rogge patted the Lich's clothes and kicked up a burst of red dust.
"Aren't they trying to protect their enemies by not suppressing you?" Nigris took a closer look and asked, "Is this red soil? Is this the type of red soil that Darkside City is made of?"
"Yes, most of them are, except for a small area to the east."
"So, red soil areas are also very common, so there are no clues." The discussion couldn't produce a valuable clue. Looking back, I saw that Ange had squeezed out a soul fire and was searching for memories.
"This method is more convenient." As a brass dragon, he has never been used to devouring souls and prefers to reason and predict.
However, searching for souls is also a kind of luck. Every soul fire is fragile and will be broken if you are not careful. If the broken block happens to contain the most important information, it will not be sewn back.
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Therefore, under normal circumstances, soul searching will search the memories of several or more souls to compare and verify each other, or they may ask questions first and then search.
It just so happens that Ange has two souls.
Pulling out the soul fire on the half-broken limbs on the ground, the soul of the cloaked lich let out a miserable cry: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't want to die, I am forced, I am
I'm forced, please, don't kill me..."
"Oh? Were you forced? How do you say that? Please explain in detail. If you were really forced, we will consider keeping your soul." Nigris said: "Don't lie to us, you have another
The soul of a companion has been searched for by us."
"No, no, no, I tell you everything. I will never deceive or hide anything. We were forced. The Temple of Chaos captured us and made us believe in the supreme Hemel. They also asked us to release the insect plague. They let the insects
They are attached to us, and if we don’t follow their orders, the insects will eat us into skeletons. We are all forced, forced.”
"The posture you acted just now doesn't look like you were forced." Ange muttered and looked at Ange, who nodded and confirmed what the cloaked man said.
"Chaos Temple asked us to divide into several groups and launch insect plagues from different places at the same time."
"At the same time?" Nigris noticed a key word.
"Yes, at the same time, create as much chaos as possible so that humans are overwhelmed, defense lines fall, and billions of bugs sweep across the human world." The cloaked man's soul said.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, sweeping the human world? Why don't you go to the Elf Forest?" Nigris was surprised.
If these bugs are variants of locusts that can eat plants, then the elves’ territory is their primary target. Dense forest plants can allow them to grow quickly, but why do we only mention the human world and humans throughout this article? Don’t let the elves go.
In your eyes?
"Ah, yes, not going to the elven forest, but only harassing human villages and cities. The supreme Hemel said that we should break the alliance between humans and elves and choose one of them to kill." The cloaked man said.
"This is a reasonable strategy, but as long as the elves are not stupid, they will definitely help humans. So a large number of elven elites entered the human world, leaving the back of the elven forest empty, and then bugs took the opportunity to invade. Isn't this the idea?"
Negris speculated.
"Ah? Ah, ah! Your guess is very reasonable. The supreme Hemel only ordered us to invade the human world and create as much chaos as possible, but he did not say to what extent we would complete the task. He also sent ten pairs of exterminators.
Here, only the six pairs of us have specific tasks, and the other four pairs do not. It is very likely that as you speculated, we are just tools to divert attention."
The cloaked man's tone changed three times in a row, and he was directly shocked by Nigris's guess. Nigris only speculated, but he experienced it personally, so as soon as he heard it, he was 70% sure that this guess was true.
"That is to say, besides you, there are nine pairs of lichs like you who are covered in bugs and running around?" Negris asked.
"Not all of them are lichs. Five pairs are humans and one pair are elves."
"Then do you know where this is?"
"have no idea."
"This is Zhuilong Lake. There is desert within a thousand kilometers. No matter how many bugs you raise here, how will they fly out of the desert?"
"Ah?!" The cloaked man was shocked for a while, then gritted his teeth and cursed: "These profiteers!" Apparently he realized that he had been tricked by people like Domit.
After comparing it with the memory that Ange searched, it was confirmed that the cloaked man was not lying. Nigris spared his life as promised. When he was about to discuss what to do next, Lisa teleported to the dragon's lair and ran away in a hurry.
Come over: "Sir, dragon hunter, Elf Queen Gaillard asks to see you."
"Looking for me?" Nigris was surprised.
"No, she wants to see the adults and hopes to get your help." Lisa said.
"Rescue? Could it be that an insect plague has broken out in their place?" Negris asked.