Following Xiao Mo until the afternoon, Zhang Feng came to a strange place.
It was originally a grassland, a flat river, or at most a few pools, which gave the grassland a certain convex and concave feel, but what appeared in front of Zhang Feng now was as if the smooth surface of a marble slab had been poured with sulfuric acid, with pits and bumps. It¡¯s uneven, and you can¡¯t see the edge at a glance.
And the grass here is more vigorous and knee-deep. If you look carefully, you will find that the color of the grass is particularly bright on those small raised bumps.
Zhang Feng couldn't help but use his knife to dig into the protruding places. What he found made his head roar. Then he raised his head in shock and inspected the densely packed small dirt bags again.
What was uncovered was a rusty, mud-stained helmet, and a skull inside that was corroded and riddled with holes. Only then did I realize that the shape of the dirt bag was like a person lying there, just damaged by the years. It was deeply covered with dust. That is to say, the vast expanse before your eyes is basically endless, and the countless small mounds are natural graves formed by the passage of time.
This is a battlefield site!
Seeing so many graves, even though so much time has passed, the roars, drums, and screams still seem to echo in my ears.
Zhang Feng knelt down and took a closer look at the skull, only to find that he did not seem to be human. The two teeth on the lower jaw were very long and would have been exposed if he were still alive. The bones were thick and strong, and his size was almost the same as that of an ordinary person. , should be an orc.
I turned over a few more small bags, and some even had two sets of armor intertwined. One of the skeletons was a human. This should be a war between humans and orcs.
Zhang Feng stood up again, looked at the ruins on the ground, and sighed.
Ridiculous! They beat their heads to pieces and fought to death while alive, but their bodies hugged each other after death? Is it your motherfucker who is mocking your soul?
"Hiss~"
The cry of the little devil attracted Zhang Feng. It seemed that it was on the road again, and Zhang Feng immediately followed it.
After two hours of walking in the battlefield, Zhang Feng found something like a black stone tablet in the distance, standing in the battlefield. And Xiao Mo's goal is exactly in that direction.
This stone tablet is nearly ten meters high. It is an irregular polygon with a sharp corner pointing straight into the sky. The whole body is black and shiny, but you can't tell what kind of material it is made of. It looks like marble but has a metallic texture. There are inscriptions on it. Write strong and powerful handwriting.
Zhang Feng asked himself that he had never seen such a word before. It looked like Oracle and had symbols similar to English letters, but he could understand it, probably because the system had translated it independently.
"In the year 369 of the New Era, the conflict between humans and orcs finally reached an irreconcilable point, and the flames of war burned uncontrollably. The war that lasted for ten years finally stopped after this large-scale confrontation, and peace was finally reached. Treaty. In this war, whether it was orcs or humans, there was no winner, and there were heavy casualties and rivers of blood. This monument was specially built to commemorate the dead souls who passed away, and also to leave a warning to the world. The same mistake must not be made again. Remember !¡±
Zhang Feng remembered that the time of "Original World" at this time should be New Era 579, and a full two hundred years have passed since this war. I heard that the orcs seem to have been living on another continent adjacent to China, with humans. They still cannot live in harmony, and in recent decades, border frictions have continued, and war seems to be raging again.
Human beings are creatures that heal their scars and forget the pain.
After watching for a while, Zhang Feng remembered the business and asked quickly:
"Little devil, where is the evidence of the deceased?"
The little devil didn¡¯t make a sound, but gently rolled up Zhang Feng¡¯s right hand with his tail and pressed it against the stone tablet.
When there was a cold feeling on the hand, black flames suddenly appeared from the bottom to the top of the stone tablet. The strange thing was that it did not cause any physical discomfort to Zhang Feng, but there was an eerie feeling.
Suddenly, a special voice sounded, as if countless people spoke at the same time:
"Survive in the place where our souls wander for more than three days and obtain the certificate of the dead!"
After the sound, I felt a very itchy feeling in my palm. After a while, even the black flame disappeared. Zhang Feng looked at the palm of his hand and saw a mark in the shape of a stone tablet, like a tattoo.
"I didn't expect that it would be so easy to obtain this certificate of the deceased? Butif I had to choose, I would rather go to the Dark Forest again. It's so disgusting at night!"
Thinking of those fragmented rotting corpses, Zhang Feng still has lingering fears.
"Let's go back to work, I really don't want to stay here for another second!"
It¡¯s much faster to go back, no matter whatWhen he was about to leave the Death Swamp, he encountered a little trouble. A man who claimed to be the third senior brother of the Five Poison Sect led a group of people to stop Zhang Feng, intending to buy some of the venom from the little devil. Apparently on the way back, he was tipped off by Fei Ge, a member of the Five Poison Cult who was jealous of him.
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The result of the discussion was obvious, and a fight broke out, but none of these people were at a good level. Even the so-called third senior brother was only at the silver level. He only relied on the large number of people and his ability to use a little poison, which posed no threat to Zhang Feng. He killed the senior brother cleanly and killed a dozen more people. What is terrifying is the attack of the little demon. Knives, guns and sticks are useless against it. It rushes forward and wraps up a player with its body, constricting him into the shape of a gourd. Blood, vomit, and filth flow all over the floor, and the rest are everywhere. Seeing that the situation was not right, they dispersed in a hurry.
It¡¯s just a bunch of rabble.
Zhang Feng walked unscathed on the streets of Jianning City. In the past ten days in the Death Swamp, he was extremely irritable after being infected by the death energy. After venting his anger, he felt much better. At this moment, he was walking quickly towards the Martial Arts Temple. Of course, the appearance of Little Demon Nalahun made many people avoid him.
The Temple of Martial Arts.
¡°Well, I came here for the platinum level trial. Now that the requirements are met, should I advance here or go back to where I came from?¡±
"Congratulations, strong man, you need to go back and complete the promotion. We can't do it without your trial records here!"
"Okay then, let's go to Wancheng!"
"Yes, please!"
Wancheng, the Martial Arts Temple, the martial arts competition ground.
It was the old man in black robe. After seeing Zhang Feng, he quickly ran over and asked:
"Young man, have you succeeded?"
Zhang Feng smiled and nodded slightly.
"Just take out the Moon Badge and get out of the competition arena!"
As a burst of brilliant magic elements gathered on Zhang Feng's chest like a whirlpool, the Moon Badge and the Certificate of the Dead in his hand disappeared, and on his chest, a badge with a slight white light gradually formed.