Gray and red stones began to appear on the mountainside, and wisps of blood-colored patterns intermittently filled every stone of different shapes on the mountainside.
But what really made everyone change their colors was the faint smell of blood emanating from the stones.
Quins picked up a piece and put it in front of his eyes to observe carefully. His face gradually became serious: "These red patterns are all real blood, and they are very strange. The blood is still fresh even now."
Everyone picked up the stones at their feet and looked at them, and found that what Quins said was absolutely correct.
Tankard was puzzled: "I have a question, where does this blood come from, and how do you climb these rocks? You shouldn't."
"Where does the blood come from? It should go without saying. It can only be human blood. There are no other animals on this island." Quins looked grim.
"You, you mean those people from the Western Continent who came to the island." Tankard said.
"70% chance." Quins's face was solemn. He has not seen a single person from the Western Continent until now. Certain phenomena have already foreshadowed all this.
"As for how these human blood can climb these rocks, and how it can stay fresh for a long time, I don't know." Quins dropped the rocks in his hand and looked at the crater ahead with a solemn expression.
"Anyway, the answer should appear when we get to the top. From here on, everyone must be careful."
With extra caution, everyone set off on the road again, and as they got closer to the top of the mountain, the stones on the road gradually became more and more blood-red patterns, the gray stone quality slowly faded away, and a strange force field filled the air unknowingly.
In the hearts of everyone, it makes people feel irritated and nauseous.
While walking, Quins suddenly felt something was wrong and said, "Stop!"
Tankard and others looked at Quins without knowing why. Quins didn't reply. He turned around and scanned everyone, "There's someone missing."
"ah!"
Hearing what Quins said, everyone quickly clicked through and suddenly realized that the last person in the originally twelve-person team was missing.
Quins stepped forward and ran towards the back. Before he had gone fifty yards, he saw a corpse with only a skeleton left. It was rapidly melting. The clothes and flesh and blood on the body had long since disappeared, and what was left was
The skeleton also seemed to be soaked in sulfuric acid, completely disappearing in just three seconds.
"This, this..." Tankard rushed over at the last second when the skeleton was melting, but only the last part of the scene allowed him to picture the terrifying scene in his mind.
"When exactly was it? Moreover, we didn't even notice it."
A nameless terror spreads in everyone's hearts.
"Attention, everyone," Quins said in a deep voice: "Everyone supervises each other and does not let themselves out of the sight of others. Also, if you have magical objects with the ability to protect your mind, you can use them now."
As he spoke, Quins waved his hand, and ten spiritual fires suddenly appeared on everyone's heads, penetrating into their hearts.
5th level psychic magic, tough spiritual fire.
"Let's go." Quins took the lead and left. As for going back, he didn't even think about it. What would he do if he went back? Will he be bombarded by the Storm Fleet?
At this moment, quite a few people's will has been shaken. In such a weird situation, no one wants to take risks for a reason that has not yet been confirmed.
But Quins didn't have time to pay attention to this, and neither did Tankard. The two level 5s were determined and followed after a moment of pause. Needless to say, the fourth apprentice had to follow even if he didn't want to.
The remaining three people had no choice. With so many people gone, it was impossible for the other three to take the risk and walk back, so they had no choice but to continue walking.
But not even a minute later, something even weirder happened.
In front of Quins, a sailor wearing a sailor uniform fell to the ground with an irregular and twisted body. His clothes and flesh had begun to melt rapidly.
"How is that possible? George." Tankard was shocked.
George Quins had met several times. It was the crew member who had sent him messages several times before. This man was supposed to be waiting for their return outside the island woods, but now, he appeared here somehow.
Tens of seconds later, eleven people witnessed the entire melting process of George. Quins tried several methods but failed to prevent this from happening.
Everyone looked gloomy, and it turned out that it would be even more unsafe not to go up the mountain.
In the following period, almost every time a crew member waited outside the woods appeared in front of everyone and was melted by the earth. By the time the first mate appeared, all the ordinary crew members had been buried on the volcano.
Next, Level 1 Lin Bujia members began to appear. However, judging from the posture of these members lying on the ground, there were some signs of resistance. However, Level 1 members were too weak to break free.
Such a weird situation.
The next level is Level 2, as the old saying goes, and a weak Level 2 cannot change this fact.
Along the way, everyone went from shock to numbness to happiness. If they hadn't had no choice but to follow the large army before, they might be among these people.
But even so, it only delays the time when everyone encounters this bad luck.
By this time, everyone could already see the scarlet crater of the volcano, and the temperature had risen unknowingly.
Fifteen minutes later, the eleven people arrived at the crater without any danger. When everyone arrived at the crater, people from the mysterious defense mechanism and the wizard's spire appeared in the other two directions.
There were only four people from the mysterious defense agency, and six people from the wizard's spire.
But if nothing else happens, the people left outside by these two parties will never appear again.
None of the three parties had the intention to say hello, but their entire attention was attracted by a small stone altar floating in the volcanic lava.
I saw that on this dark stone altar, the rolling red magma held up the altar. Countless blood-red magma turned into streams of slurry and flowed, being swallowed up by the altar in a steady stream, and as the altar swallowed
The black mist shrouding the ooze slowly dissipated, and a piece of paper glowing with golden light could be vaguely seen floating in the air.
"What is that?" There was some curiosity in Tankard's eyes, and the uncontrollable desire to have something deep in his heart, which he couldn't suppress no matter how hard he tried.
Quins's pupils suddenly shrank. He was really familiar with that golden light. This golden light that could be reflected in people's hearts was the page of truth that Quins had seen before, the golden conch.
"That blood turns out to have this function. Only a steady stream of living blood can break the restrictions on the altar."