Chapter 250 - Tragedy (2/2)

Roland said with a smile, “You can try to pick up the flight spells of the wind cla.s.s later.”

“The spells that the Warlocks can awaken are random except for the ones related to the dragon blood power.” Betta sighed. “Chances are few that I can pick up a flight spell.”

“You can still learn to make a magic scroll and then pick up the magic model of flight spells. Then, you can fly with the scroll,” Roland suggested.

Although Roland was incapable of making magic scrolls yet, he had read relevant knowledge in the library in his magic tower.

So, knowledge was only beneficial. With more knowledge, one could plan better for the future.

Betta nodded. “I could try that later.”

Then, the four-person squad set off.

Roland’s squad included the Warrior named Suel and the frustrated Priest, as well as Betta.

According to Ans’s map, it would take them two days to reach that village at a normal speed.

But as professionals, they had much more stamina that normal people did, and most importantly, they needed no rest.

They walked without stopping. When they were out of stamina, they would eat while they walked. As a result, they arrived at their destination after only a day and a night.

When it was dawn, they saw twenty ragged gra.s.s cottages as well as a few low houses made of red bricks.

Far away, many birds were chirping on top of the dilapidated buildings.

The village was quiet.

At the entrance of the village, they found that the wooden fences around the village meant to keep out beasts had been broken.

As far as their eyes could reach, skeletons in clothes that were riddled with holes were scattered on the road.

Some of the bones were stuck to dried, blackened flesh. There were also clear bite marks on the bones.

There was no telling if it was their imagination, but a vague stink was spreading in the air.

Subconsciously, Roland walked forward with his nose covered.

As they pressed on, they saw more and more skeletons. There were both adults and children who were no taller than one meter.

Suel looked quite awful, and Betta was similar.

Roland and the Priest, on the other hand, seemed natural, but they were not as peaceful as they appeared.

Those dead bodies, after being tormented by storms and beasts, actually couldn’t have any scent left.

The vague stink was merely their imagination.

Thinking that through, Roland dropped his hands from his mouth.

Standing in front of a dry well, he looked around and said, “Check the bodies and see if we can find any leads.”

They dispersed and regathered half an hour later, each lifting a white skull with a wooden stick.

Betta said, “I found no weapons, but it occurred to me that most skulls had a hole in them.”

He showed the skull on his stick.

The other three showed their skulls too. Though the holes were at different locations, there was indeed a hole of similar size and shape on each of the skulls.

Holding the skull with Hand of Magic, Roland observed it for a moment and said, “I found no weapons in the places I explored, but all the skulls had a tiny hole in them, which means that they were indeed killed by small pointy weapons.”

“Arrows!” Betta suggested.

Suel frowned. “But I didn’t see any arrows. They couldn’t have collected all the arrows that they shot, could they?”

“I read from books that the elves are naturally endowed with magic power. Their expert archers can form arrows with magic power…” Roland suddenly paused and frowned. “Wait. What’s that smell?”

Roland turned back and looked around. Eventually, he looked down at the well before him. Gradually, he became grim.

He extended the blue Hand of Magic and picked up a big bucket from the bottom of the well.

The bucket was placed on the ground, and everybody gathered around it.

Inside the bucket was a body that had almost rotted into fluid. Though disfigured, it was probably only a baby, two to three years old.

The body was very slim. Though it was also rotten, a little pus was in the bucket.

Though the air was getting smelly, n.o.body covered their nose.

Observing it for a while, Roland clenched his fists, but his voice was very soft, as if he feared that he might wake up the kid. “He was starved.”

Suel’s and the Priest’s eyes were immediately bloodshot.

Betta turned around and kicked the tree nearby into pieces, before he roared desperately.

“F*ck!”

The birds in the village, shocked, all flew away in flocks.