Chapter 275 - Traces of a Devil (1/2)

Chapter 275: Chapter 88 Traces of a Devil

Three thousand miles from the north!

This was a barren hilly land which once a lush forest. However, as humans began to develop towards this side, a large number of trees had been cut down, which had resulted in quite serious soil erosion. This kind of soil erosion directly caused the appearance of a yellow river, but in this world, it was not called the Yellow River—it was known as the Nile Donna river. It was the language of the Sindars which were the descendants of the Arcane Empire who lived to be over 120 years old.

From the south of the Nile Donna river, there were scattered villages and towns, which were the gathering places of humans. 300 years ago, they had been cutting down trees there. From the Lost Forest to the Dark Forest area, the number of trees had decreased by a third at least. Just like the Han people at the beginning, they cut down the forests in the upper reaches of the Yellow River for various reasons, and then completely led to uncontrollable soil erosion.

The Druids were of course greatly displeased about this matter!

There had also been fierce conflicts between the two sides, but because there was no strong Druid organization in this region, sp the cutting of trees did not end. However, after the obvious soil erosion, people began to pay attention to some problems and slightly reduced their logging activity. An industrial area almost started here, but it was finally crushed by various forces at its early stages.

At that moment, near the edge of the Lost Forest, a graceful and fit figure was moving forward at a high speed. She wore delicate leather armor and had a special emblem on her chest armor. A Knight in Silver. She seemed to have been on the road for a long time. When she saw a cloud of thick smoke in front of her, she couldn’t help but speed up her steps and rush towards the place where the smoke was rising. There was a village in front of her, but it was oddly silent; there were no sounds of animals or human activity.

A clear call from an eagle was heard.

Then an eagle flew down from the sky, and in a moment turned into a middle-aged Druid with thick hair. He looked at the Knight in Silver beside him and said in a deep voice, “there is no one here! I don’t know why the Druid Council suddenly sent us here to investigate. Is there anything important here? ”

The Knight in Silver had a serious face, “Listen! There’s nothing here at all, no living creature!”

The two walked toward the village.

The village was almost destroyed. There were traces of fire everywhere and there were many bodies on the ground. The Knight in Silver bent over and looked at several corpses. Then she said with a worried expression, “it’s not robbers! The valuables weren’t taken. It seems that the cause of their death is a little strange! ”

“Over there!”, the middle-aged Druid pointed at a direction after sensing something.

The Knight in Silver soon followed, and as they passed through a burned house, their faces became pale. They saw a lot of corpses, including men, women, and children. There were traces of a great fire. There was also a corpse that was burnt to a crisp in the center and many messy footprints on the ground. It seemed that many things had happened.

“The fallen?”

The middle-aged druid looked around then looked at the Knight in Silver and asked, “Or is it some other evil existence?”

The Knight in Silver’s expression was serious. She picked up a small piece of dark red skin fragment from the ground and looked at it. Then she said in a voice: “it’s a devil!”

“Come!”

“We must report our findings.”

“Damn it!”

“How did the devils from the Hells of Baator come here?!”

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On the eastern sea route.

The half-elf put out his tongue and licked the blood on his arm. He had just been attacked and cut. However, the injury was not serious. As a pirate, he was used to it. Next to him were his men bandaging him, and some vicious pirates were kicking the surrendered prisoners, mainly crew members who had no combat capability.

“How are the casualties?”

The half-elf asked his men to finish bandaging him quickly then swiftly stood up and asked, “How many dead? How many injured? Are all the enemies cleared up?”

A very smart looking pirate ran over, bowed down and said, “Sir. Thirty-two died and about fifty or sixty men were injured. All the enemies who resisted were killed. There were people under the cabin who wanted to resist, but we also killed them. Everything is sealed under the cabin. We know the rules of his excellency Throat Cutter. We guarantee that no one will go down there. ”

“Good,” the half-elf nodded and said happily, “Do not touch the things below; you’ll get your fair share when we reach port Tylon.”

The half-elf then walked toward the ship that carried slaves.