Chapter 124: Ashes to Ashes
The bottom of the canyon, where sunlight never reaches the eye all year round, is often where negative energy gathers.
In addition, a massacre had taken place here before, so even if undead creatures jumped out now, the last dragonborn would not be surprised.
After moving forward for a while, the elf keenly noticed that on the canyon walls on both sides, there were some traces that were obviously newer than the surrounding areas.
There are cracks left by magic explosions, holes that seem to have been hit by a huge force, and deep and long sword marks.
The intelligence has mentioned that not all members of the Heavy Sword Mercenary Group died of poisoning in their sleep.
These marks on the valley wall were most likely left by those mercenaries who were not completely poisoned when they desperately resisted.
After a quick inspection of these traces, the Last Dragonborn felt refreshed and at the same time, he could not help but act more cautiously.
Continuing to explore forward, when the elf bypassed a pile of rocks that had fallen from a landslide, what he was looking for finally appeared before his eyes.
A ruined camp, a burnt-out bonfire, scattered carts, and dead pack animals...
And the bones scattered all over the ground——
At the same time, there are a large number of traces left by monsters in the environment.
During this period of time, it seemed that quite a few brave monsters regarded this place as a free canteen that fell from the sky.
Seeing this scene, the last dragonborn stopped vigilantly and took the Moon Staff of Noi on his back in his hand.
At the same time, the spell book tied around the elf's waist floated up on its own and floated beside the elf, ready to release spells at any time.
I was carefully alert for possible sneak attacks from all around, but there was no movement around for the time being.
The elf carefully raised his staff, selected the skill with his mind, and the system automatically chanted the spell for him.
"【Detection of Undead Creatures】——"
Invisible ripples spread out in a spherical shape from the tip of the staff, sweeping across the canyon nearly a hundred meters in front of the elf and covering the entire camp.
However, in the eyes of the elves, no skeletons were highlighted.
Haven't had time to convert yet?
Or was it due to some other reason? In any case, no undead creatures were born, which made the last dragonborn feel a little relieved.
I walked carefully to the skeleton, and the task information on the panel was refreshed as expected.
[System prompt: 'Dust to dust, ashes to ashes' mission completed, you gain 100,000 experience points]
Compared to the rewards for other tasks in the task chain, the reward for this last link is almost nothing.
However, the elves' original purpose of coming here was not for this reward.
Due to the constraints of his previous identity as a professional player, few people knew that he was actually always a plot-oriented person.
Wandering through the desolate and dilapidated camp, the elf cast a wizard's hand and carefully turned over and examined the many corpses on the ground.
Since the incident happened in the middle of the night, it was dark and the attackers left in a hurry.
Most of the valuables on these corpses remained intact, which increased the elf's search skill experience bar a lot.
Out of habit, the elves took everything of value.
Although at this point in time when the file is about to be deleted, this 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, as if he had experienced severe pain before death. There was also an obvious mark of being dragged by a wild beast extending beside his body.
But in contrast, his hand was still tightly grasping the pendant on his chest. Even though the corpse had been eaten up a little, he still did not relax.
The elf squatted down, pried open his fingers with a one-handed sword, and picked out a slightly deformed heart-shaped pendant.
Inside the pendant was another familiar photo of a demon.
The brown-haired young mercenary in shiny armor gently embraced the blonde girl in a white dress with a slightly shy smile.
After taking a quick look, the last dragon left the pendant in the dead man's hand, then took out the blood-stained letters and another similar black iron necklace, and gently placed them on the dead man's chest.
After taking a final look at the blonde girl with a bright smile in the necklace, the elf was silent for a moment and then spoke softly.
"At this point, the commission is completed—"
Slowly standing up, the last dragon waved the strange staff in his hand.
The earth parted before him, burying the body and the two necklaces on it, leaving only a small grave mound in its place.
Ashes to dust, dust to dust, soul to soul—
What the elf didn't notice was that just as he finished speaking, a faint light flashed across the surface of the black iron pendant on the corpse . ...
No one knows what their names were or what experiences they had when they were alive, and no one is interested in them.
After dealing with his client's necklace, the Last Dragonborn took a step back and took a final look at the canyon where the Heavy Sword Mercenaries were buried.
As a mercenary who came here for 'hire', the elf felt that he should do something for them.
Following the unwritten custom among mercenaries, he picked up several pieces of gray gravel on the spot and stacked them up in order from large to small on one side of the camp wreckage, forming a low stone tower.
Then he picked up the tattered flag of the Heavy Sword Mercenaries and placed it under the topmost stone.
This is a deity commonly believed in among mercenaries, a symbol of Kalaster, the god of the north wind, representing the ladder of the soul.
The living mercenaries hope that the souls of those who died in battle can return to the eternal kingdom of the gods through this stone tower and receive final comfort and rest.
After thinking for a while, the Last Dragonborn returned to the forest lawn, collected a bunch of white exotic wild flowers, and placed them in front of the stone tower.
Then, he stood facing the stone tower, clenched his right fist, and gently knocked three times on the armor on his chest, performing a common etiquette among mercenaries.
The mountain wind was howling, and the damaged and tattered flags were fluttering slightly in the wind, as if telling the story of the past.
Staring at the fluttering scarlet flag, the Last Dragonborn's expression was slightly dazed.
Every story will eventually come to an end... right? . ….…. "It's unbelievable, this world... is just a game."
Coming back to his senses, the elf smiled with relief, then turned and left without a trace of nostalgia.
On the crystal-clear panel floating in front of him, the remaining time for the game's internal testing had already begun the countdown.
"Goodbye... No! See you in seven days, Unival--"
In the distance, there seems to be a white light shining.
The tiny figure gradually faded away in the light, leaving only a faint whisper drifting in the wind.
"Perhaps, we can try to establish an NPC protection association..."
Then, the light faded and the lingering sound subsided.
Beside the crude pile of stones, there were only a few white wild flowers, swaying gently in the wind.
Cuckoo——
Recently, some people have been complaining about the titles of Gu’s books. Is there anything wrong with the titles of Gu’s books?
(End of this chapter)
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