Two days later, after a round of exciting excavation, Carl rejected the proposal to use the dungeon portal to escape the storm.

It turns out that tricks that worked before may not work now.

“Damn it!”

A punch hit the wall next to them. Ryan and Zayk looked very annoyed.

Adults are sometimes more vulnerable than children, especially when their wives and children are in danger with them.

Seeing the two fathers like this, Carl tried hard to think about the topic, trying to make them more optimistic.

But even he himself was very lost at this moment. He thought for a long time about words of comfort, but he couldn't even comfort himself.

A negative mood of despair enveloped the entire homestay. Everyone tried to reduce their activity time as much as possible and just sat and watched the storm outside.

There was no way, they couldn't think of any way to leave.

The only possibility for them to be rescued now is that a large group of legendary powerful people come into the storm and drive away the Lich Queen.

But the probability of this happening is even smaller than the probability of a group of sows falling into a ditch in a line.

Just like that, a week passed. Carl's original two-meter-tall body had dropped back to 1.8 meters under Nia's care, but his sturdy body that did not look like a spellcaster at all was retained.

With sufficient nutritional supplements, Carl's own strength attribute also improved a little.

The green rain stopped a few days ago.

Occasionally, the sound of horns could be heard in the sky.

The undead creatures that have been infected and turned into zombies will follow the sound of the horn to the center of the island.

No one knows how many zombies are gathered there now, nor does anyone know when the zombie army will stand at their doorstep.

It was another sunny morning, and Carl got up from his room and prepared to continue reinforcing the B&B.

As the green rain dissipated, the weather adjustment devices left behind by the mages of the Dragon Mark Family changed the weather in the storm back to sunny and windy.

However, the island is now in ruins. The green rain has polluted many water sources, and many creatures, including pet dogs and sea fish, have been infected and turned into zombies.

Carl poured some salt water from the alchemy pot to wash his face. He never thought that the "old friend" he kept as a commemoration would help him so much again.

"Could it be that I really am a nerd? Although I am indeed a time traveler, isn't this a bit too stereotypical?"

Rather than saying that this was a side effect of time travel, Carl would rather believe that this was a prank played on him by the Gods of Destiny or the Six Dark Gods.

Those who sneak into the country will always be targeted.

"Why did I want to travel to the Storm in the first place? And I was promoted to a professional core near a guy who was already on guard. Hiss~, could I be affected by some magic?"

Reviewing what he had done during this period, Carl closed his eyes in distress, unwilling to accept reality.

But who hasn’t had a brain-twitch moment?

The reason why he was so easily tricked by Mitris was mainly because of Mitris's extremely high charm.

Although she looked ordinary and even a little suspicious at the time, this is indeed what charismatic people look like.

After a moment of self-reflection, Carl was about to go back to his room to rest, but suddenly there was a loud explosion in the distance.

I haven't heard this sound for so long! It's the sound made when an object breaks the sound barrier and flies.

Carl hasn't heard it for a long time since he was reincarnated into this world.

Carl quickly ran to the roof and looked up at the sky following the sound.

Faintly, Carl actually saw a bone dragon hovering in the distant sky.

A giant eagle that was not much smaller than the bone dragon kept returning to the bone dragon like a supersonic fighter, bombarding the bone dragon with various druid spells, leaving it with no ability to fight back.

After wiping his eyes, Carl actually wondered if he was dreaming for the first moment.

Only after he confirmed that he was not in a dream did he belatedly hold his forehead and mutter to himself: "Could it be that a legendary druid really came to rescue us?"

Patting his head, Karl confirmed that the situation in the distance still existed, and thought about going downstairs to talk to his parents and Nia's parents about it.

But at this moment, with a loud "boom", a rolling dark cloud quickly covered the giant eagle and the bone dragon. Lightning, strong winds, hail, acid rain, and all kinds of natural disasters fell on the bone dragon as if they were free.

Druid 9th level spell, Storm of Vengeance.

Before the effect of the spell ended, bright light burst out from the black clouds.

Even though he was so far away, Carl could still feel the heat coming towards him.

8th level spell, Sunburst.

Without time to think about it, Karl quickly ran back downstairs.

The strong wind brought by the Revenge Storm quickly spread in all directions with the help of the Yangyan Explosion.

Soon, a terrible storm swept the earth.

The B&B that had been reinforced by Carl was shaking, and several unlucky houses around it were simply blown away by the strong wind.

Such a big noise naturally attracted the attention of others. After everyone was taken to the basement for shelter, Carl described to everyone the scene he had just seen.

"Maybe someone outside discovered something was wrong, so they sent someone to rescue us."

Zaik: "This doesn't seem like the fighting style of an ordinary druid. Instead, it's more like the druids of the Sons of Winter. Listen to the typhoon outside! Only those Sons of Winter who believe in the cycle of life and death and the survival of the fittest would be so indifferent to the lives of ordinary people."

Ryan: "Yes, if it is the legendary druid of Eludon Wilds, at least he will not let the power of the spell spread to the surroundings."

The remarks made by the two pillars of the family immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of their respective wives. Especially after seeing Lisanna almost crying with anxiety, each of them pinched her husband.

"It's already this late, can't you say something nice?"

"Boom"

The thunder roared and the entire basement seemed to be shaking.

Everyone gathered in a circle and could only pray silently.

The battle lasted from morning to noon, and from noon to afternoon. When the hands of Carl's pocket watch pointed to 9 o'clock in the evening, there was finally no sound outside.

"There seems to be no movement outside. Do you want to open it and take a look?"

Relying on his height and strong physique, Ryan opened the iron door of the basement by himself.

The previous homestay has disappeared and the surrounding area has been razed to the ground.

On the sea in the distance, several tornadoes sucking water were spinning around the island.

The weather control device set up by the Storm Dragon Family on the island has failed!

“Roar~”

Just then, a hoarse roar was heard.

A mutilated zombie was crawling on its arms.

Seeing Ryan, it tried to crawl over and take a bite.

But Ryan is a priest after all, even though he is a priest in the field of forging, he still has the ability to channel divine power.

An orange-yellow divine power shot out, and the zombie that was halfway up its body emitted black smoke on the spot.

Picking up a stone, Ryan threw it with all his strength, smashing the zombie to pieces.

Looking at the devastated island, the group gained a clearer understanding of the combat effectiveness of the legendary realm.

Shortly after that, the Kingdom of Andel received the news and sent a fleet to rescue the survivors on the island.

…

"Here! There is a survivor here, and she is dying!"

Several rescue workers found Mitris next to a cave not far from the communication base of the Dragon Mark Family.

"Tsk! It's too tragic, it's really too tragic. Among all the survivors, this person is probably the most miserable. We need to treat her quickly! Bring me my saw!"

Compared with ordinary treatment options, battlefield rescue is much more brutal.

Apart from the head and torso, any part that hinders the patient's survival can be discarded in the eyes of military doctors.

So, amid the sounds of saws cutting flesh and breaking bones, the rotten flesh and hands and feet that had already been highly rotten were dug out of Midrice's body.

The rescuers gave her some healing potions and then took her back to the rescue ship.

In their opinion, although the girl was in a miserable state now, as long as the Storm Dragonmark Family paid compensation, they could find a high-level priest to heal her injuries.

However, deep inside the body that they could not see, the power from the dragon mark of death was still transforming the remaining flesh and blood of Midris into rotten meat.

It is not easy to come back to life from the dead. Even if the dragon pattern comes from the power of the dragon of creation, it is not strong enough to directly reverse life and death.

The previous liveliness was just a last gasp.

After Mitris finally found a place to settle down, her body began to pay the price little by little.

First the flesh, then the bones, and finally the professional characteristics and abilities.

In just one week, Midris lost almost all of her strength and could only survive in this half-human, half-ghost appearance.

Thanks to this half-alive and half-dead state, although Mitris had not eaten for a week, she was able to "survive" remarkably strongly.

The dragon mark of death maintains the vitality of her brain and internal organs, but at the cost of the "death" of other body tissues.

And because of her own strange condition, resurrection will no longer work on her, and healing spells and potions can only try to slow down the decay of her remaining body.

Her best way out is to become a necromancy wizard in the future and then transform herself into a lich.

Seeing the undisguised disgust shown by the medical staff on the cruise ship, Mitris did not feel any dissatisfaction. She just let others transfer her to the most rudimentary room like a rag bag.

No one cared about her life or death, but she raised her bony arms and pulled the corners of her mouth with difficulty.

"What doesn't kill me makes me stronger!"

I have finished my recent work and have resumed the 6,000-word update. If there are any problems with the previous part of the plot, please point them out.

I went back to Northeast China some time ago and was stuck on the road due to heavy rain. I sat in the hard seat for more than ten hours. Some of the plots were basically thought up on the spur of the moment. I tried my best to change the loopholes.

(End of this chapter)