The players were surprised when they heard Ains' words.

Their first reaction was a trap, but at most they had a stiff expression and no extreme behavior.

After all, they will not really die, so what if it is a trap, just fight back after being resurrected.

Seeing that although the players had a wonderful expression, Ains was very calm and nodded with satisfaction.

He continued: "Although I'm a radical, I think they've done too much."

When the elf was about to tell a story, the players looked for chairs to sit down, but there were only six chairs in the room, and Ans sat one by himself, so the four players were sitting on the ground, one of which was Shuke, and Margaret sat on his thigh, yawning from time to time.

Ans's eyes fell on Margaret's forehead, where there was a pair of cute dragon horns. His expression changed slightly, and then continued: "Just half a year ago, our natural wrathful people destroyed a human village at the border of Urkanda, from old to young, from men to women, no one left, about two hundred people. Even babies were not spared, just because a villager in that village had sold women from our elves."

As soon as these words came out, all the players' faces changed, and all the players sitting on the ground stood up.

Including Shuke, Margaret was bounced up directly by him, and the latter was shocked.

But she did not blame Shuke, but glared at Ans. If Ans hadn't spoken randomly, Shuke would have been shocked.

Feeling Margaret's unhappy gaze, Ans felt his forehead tight, and no one was staring at him like this would feel too comfortable.

Beta asked in a distant tone: "Confirm that the fact is true?"

"I don't need to lie about these things. No matter how I say I am an elves." Ans said with a look of pain: "The original purpose of the Wrath of Nature was to punish those devils who destroyed nature, forests, rivers, or pollute the earth with evil magic. But now, the purpose of the Wrath of Nature has become a massacre of human beings, believing that human beings are heresy in this world and a cancer that destroys this world."

Ans held his face in both hands, making it impossible to see his expression, but everyone could still hear endless loneliness and disappointment from his voice.

Everyone could generally understand the feelings of this elf.

The ideals I admired were shattered, and the organization of beliefs ran contrary to the original concept.

If there is something more terrible than death, it is probably what Ans is facing now.

After a while of silence, Ans raised his face and hands again: "Two months ago, another village was killed. Half a month ago, they slaughtered a town. About three thousand people, none of them alive. They were crazy and irrational. More than ten days ago, a brother in the organization questioned the legitimacy of their doing so, but was brutally killed by them, and buried the body by the lake and turned into a tree."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became ugly.

Roland couldn't help but ask, "Sorry, we don't doubt you, but can you provide any evidence?"

Ans seemed to have guessed that someone would ask, and he placed a white paper picture on the desktop, which was a map.

Then he pointed to the three x drawn on the map: "This is what I said, you can go over and see the places that were slaughtered by the organization."

Everyone exchanged glances, and finally Beta said, "Please give us a few days to think about it."

Ans nodded: "This is a matter of course."

Several people left the tree house and walked to the outside of the forest. Roland built a stone building with magic on the flat ground, and everyone entered.

Beta and a friend of the Blade Wings Guild, both of whom took out the table and chairs, as well as fruit wine, and... barbecue.

Everyone ate slowly, no one spoke, and finally Roland spoke: "How many points do you think the words of Ans are true?"

"Five points." Shuke put down the barbecue in his hand and said slowly: "No matter what, we have to investigate this matter carefully. I don't want to be a pawn or tool in other people's hands."

At this time, a warrior from the Blade Wing Guild said: "No matter what tools he has or not, he is just doing the epic task. Anyway, the ones he wants to kill are not civilians or humans, but only elves."

Roland sighed: "Aren't you afraid that this is a trap mission that will turn our camp from neutral goodness to evil?"

The soldier immediately stopped talking.

Everyone often browses the forum, and now some players on the forum have already told them that they have fallen into the "task trap".

There is a player who is a mission madman who takes the task as soon as he sees it, but he is guided step by step by step by step by step by step by npc.

It was not until the faction tended to go from neutral kindness to chaotic evil that it reacted.

And he is now wanted by the game system... Several players have received the task of "eliminating the Son of Evil Gold and killing him to level zero".

Quest experience is still very high.

Now this player cannot even delete the account. After entering the Temple of Life, the system function of the "delete account" cannot be triggered.

You can only be killed by other mission mad players again and again.

No one wants to become that situation.

"Then let's go to the location given by Ans in three groups," Shuke suggested: "Margaret and I go to the farthest place. You divided it into two groups and go to the other two places respectively."

Hawke pondered aside and said, "I'm afraid that what we see is just what the elf wants us to see."

Roland smiled and said, "But no matter what, there will always be some traces left. There will be no problem for everyone to be cautious."

Everyone nodded, thinking that this plan was good.

Then everyone quickly filled their stomachs and set out in three directions.

Shuke rode Margaret and turned into black dots in the sky at an extremely fast speed.

Beta looked up and was extremely envious: "It's great that you can fly around."

Roland smiled and said, "Isn't it enough to find a way to learn wind-based flying magic in the future?"

"The magic that warlocks can awaken, except for the fixed dragon blood magic, the others are random." Beta sighed: "The chances of learning wind-type flight magic are very small."

"Then you learn to make magic scrolls, then learn the magic model of flying magic, and then use the scrolls to fly by yourself in the future." Roland suggested.

Although Roland himself can't make magic scrolls yet, he saw this knowledge in the library of the Magic Tower.

Therefore, reading more books is always beneficial. With more knowledge, you can also have a plan for the path you will take in the future.

Beta nodded: "That's it."

Then the four set off.

In addition to Beta, Roland's team is the warrior named Sur and the priest who has no temper when he was hit.

According to the map given by Ans, they would walk to that small village and take at least two days at ordinary speed.

But they are professionals, and their physical strength is much stronger than normal people, and most importantly, they don’t need to rest.

They rushed on the road continuously, but their physical strength could not keep up, so they walked and ate. They only arrived at their destination for a day and a night.

It was just dawning, and more than twenty dilapidated thatched houses and several low red clay brick houses appeared in front of them.

From a distance, you can see many birds jumping around on the dilapidated roofs, chirping.

The village is very quiet.

Everyone came to the entrance of the village and found that the village was used to resist wild animals. The wooden fences surrounding the entire village had been broken into several pieces.

Then, wherever you see, there are white bones in tattered garments, falling across the soil road of the village.

Some bones are still stuck to some dry black meat, and there are obvious scratches on the bones that have been bitten by wild beasts.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but there is a faint smell of rottenness in the air.

Roland subconsciously covered his nose and walked in.

As they went deeper, they saw more and more bones. Some were adults and some were children less than one meter tall.

Sur's expression became ugly, and Beta was almost the same.

However, Roland and the Priest's expressions seemed normal.

It just seems!

These corpses were exposed to the ground, and after being beaten by wind and rain, the beasts had already eaten, and they had already melted and could not have any smell.

The so-called faint smell of rotten smell is actually just a psychological illusion.

Roland figured this out and let go of his nose-covered hand.

He stood in front of a dry well, looked around, and said, "Look at the surrounding bodies to see if he could find any clues."

The four of them scattered and came back half an hour later. They almost all carried a white skull with wooden sticks.

"No weapons were found, but I found that most of the skulls of the bodies had a hole," Beta said.

He showed off the skull on his wooden stick.

The other three showed the skulls they got. Although the holes they got were different, they did have such a hole of similar shape, about the width of an adult's thumb.

Roland grabbed the skull with the hand of a mage. He looked at it for a while and said, "No weapons were found in the place where I explored, and all the skulls had small vertebrae, which shows that they were indeed killed by a sharp small weapon."

"Arrow!" Beta continued.

Suer frowned and said, "But I haven't seen any arrows. I've fired so many arrows. It's impossible that none of them have been left behind. They've taken them all away."

"I have seen it in the book that the elves are born with strong magic power. Their archery masters do not need arrows at all, and can directly use magic power to form..." Roland said this and suddenly frowned: "Wait, what does this taste like?"

Roland turned around, looked around for a while, and finally leaned forward to look into the well in front of him. Gradually, his expression became gloomy.

The blue mage reached down and took out a large wooden barrel from the well.

The wooden barrel was placed on the ground and everyone surrounded it.

There was a corpse in the bucket that was rotten to the point of turning into water. Although it was completely impossible to see clearly, from the perspective of body shape, it should be a child only two or three years old.

The corpse is very thin and scary, skinny and bone-bone. Even if it is eroded, there is not much thick juiciness.

Although the smell in the air became stronger and stronger, no one covered his nose.

Roland looked at it for a while and squeezed his fist tightly with his right hand, but his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking the child: "He was starved to death."

Sur and the priest's eyes turned red in an instant.

Beta turned around, kicked the little tree beside him into two pieces with one leg, and his face twisted and heart-wrenching shouts.

"Hold!"
Chapter completed!