"Finger, you can let you down, but you are not allowed to run around, you have to follow me."

Donald is holding Finger, who has been moving around in the backpack. As an animal, he always has a special sense of belonging to the jungle.

meow~

Finger called out, broke away from Donald's embrace and landed on the ground, raised his head and sniffed the surrounding breath, and jumped happily in the distance.

"This should be near the middle of the moss island. Look around, the number of large stones is increasing, and the next road will be difficult to walk. How is your physical strength, do you need a rest?"

Wizards focus on the development of spiritual power, so in the eyes of many people, their ** will appear weak compared to spiritual power.

"Don't worry, my physical fitness is definitely many times higher than you think. In fact, if I go to combat training and add a suitable talent, my combat effectiveness will not be worse than your kind of apostles. where to go."

The power of the devil is subtly transforming Donald's body. Destruction, pain, and life are the three major sources of power in Mineator. The life in it is not only to give life to other dead things, but also to have this power. The person himself received a very strong blessing.

If only comparing the resilience of the body, Donald is confident to surpass most of the Gentiles of his rank.

"A chance encounter?"

"You can think so. In fact, if my talents and offensive methods were not dependent on spells, maybe I would become a melee heretic."

"Can wizards only fight from a distance? I think if there is a suitable talent that allows wizards to not spend time to seal, the power of spells at close range is not higher, and it is less easy to be evaded, which is similar to those who have elements The aliens who are innate talents have figured it out, and once the wizards can do this, won't they have more means than them?"

Maybe it’s because I don’t want the search journey to be too quiet and boring. After all, it’s almost midnight. People with normal work and rest will feel tired at this time. If there is someone who keeps the conversation, the situation will be much better, so Anthony chooses this topic. Go ahead and express your opinion.

"You also said that you need the right talent. Does the talent that allows wizards to cast spells without forming a seal really exist? And even if they do find it, a wizard's melee combat ability is still better than an alien with a targeted talent. It's a little worse, like my body, which has a very strong recovery ability, but it is a little higher than ordinary people in terms of strength and agility. If you melee you, unless I have the ability to regenerate the bushes in front of me. Cong, if you read it right, is that a person?"

While the two were chatting, the whale oil searchlight above Donald stumbled upon a half-leg showing in the clutter of vines ahead.

Anthony turned his lights on in the direction Donald was pointing. There were indeed people lying there. It was definitely not his will to appear in the grass at this time.

Grabbing their ankles, they dragged the person from the bushes to a sloping stone platform outside, and the two of them focused their eyes on the corpse.

The deceased was a man. Judging from the beard on his chin and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, he should have been over 30 years old. There were a lot of bugs on his body, not scavengers like maggots, but from the jungle. Other bugs, the whole body does not have a strong smell, and the death time will not be too long.

His open eyes were covered with a grayish-white shade, and there was dried blood on his face.

"There should be a fatal wound here. Some kind of sharp object directly penetrated his chest, and then opened to both sides. There is a grass that is completely red with blood, which should be the first scene of death."

The clothes on the chest were tattered like the curtains in the slums, the flesh and blood were turned out, and the internal organs were in a mess. If the strength was stronger, I am afraid that the corpse could be torn in half directly.

Although it's not that far off now.

"The wallet on his body is still there, and the ring on his finger has not been taken away. If someone kills, he should not let these things go. This kind of wound doesn't look like a human can cause it, steel-clawed mole?"

Donald took a brown money clip from the body's unraveling clothes and looked at his hand again. A gold ring was intact.

It's not a human, it's an alien beast. The alien beast on the moss island has only one steel-clawed mole, and it can only be guessed on it.

"The size of the steel-clawed mole rat is similar to that of Finger. Although its claws are sharp, the length of the wound is at least the size of two palms, which is not what the steel-clawed mole rat can do."

The two studied on the side of the corpse for a while, but couldn't find out what kind of existence the murderer was, so they could only cheer up and move on.

With the deepening of the footsteps, many traces of human activities began to appear along the way. The bonfires and the tool backpacks scattered on the ground all proved that someone appeared and stayed here, and they should have been attacked by some kind of existence.

"The traces of the burning flames are not connected, but the scorching of a single area, the traces left by the spell, there was once a wizard who fought here and another corpse."

Donald first saw the traces left by the burning flames on a tree. Moss Island has a humid climate, forest fires are unrealistic here, and no one would be stupid enough to set fire to try to burn a big tree here.

Immediately after he saw the body under a nearby tree, he faced the tree where Donald found the burn marks.

"His thigh seems to have been cut by a knife blade, the bones are broken, only some shredded meat is attached, and there are 5 traces of meat. Human palms can't do this, it should be the claws of the steel-clawed mole rat has exactly five claws , is the information they gave me wrong? Steel-clawed moles can actually grow to half a human height?"

Even Anthony now wonders if the Steel-clawed Mole made it.

"Anyway, there should be some kind of dangerous alien beast on the island. It seems that the death of these people is not early. It should be a matter of the past few days, otherwise there should be news from the outside world."

There is a sea market, and there are frequent exchanges between the aliens. Just like the thorn-headed seagull incident in Moon Bay before, a person will naturally remove the ship after knowing it. If the murderous alien on the moss island is very early. Show up, someone will find out.

"what is this?"

Anthony crouched down suddenly, and took out a notebook from the grass beside the tree against which the corpse was leaning. There was still grass mud on it. He patted off the dirt on it. He looked at the place where the notebook came out and said,

"This notebook was hidden here before, not covered by grass. The soil here has traces of excavation. There are mud and grass blades in the nails of his left hand. Hole dug out."

I'm going to die soon, and I have to hide my notes. What's in it?

Anthony flipped through the note, turned several pages in a row, glanced at it and turned it over to Donald. The note was a brief summary of intelligence.

"The black-clawed mole has a mutation in the steel-clawed mole. The extremely aggressive heart is one of the core materials of the silent talent. Is there a black-clawed mole on this island?"

The notes specially recorded the information of this strange beast, and this person appeared here by such a coincidence, the Moss Island is also the residence of the steel-clawed mole, and the death of these people is either disembodied or lacking. Arms and few legs, you must know that the name of the steel-clawed mole may sound aggressive, but in fact its habits are extremely afraid of life.

"It seems very likely now. From this note, this kind of alien beast should be extremely rare. If it can be caught, it is more valuable than the steel-clawed mole. Our goal can be changed, the black-clawed mole. Rat first, steel-clawed mole second."

The materials for this kind of mutant beast are often sought-after in the market, and it is also clearly mentioned in this note that the heart of the black-clawed mole is a core material called Silence Talent. try it.

"But how to find it? On such a large island, the number of black-clawed moles is very likely to be very small. You can search again to see if there are any clues of black-clawed moles on it."

Anthony flipped through the notes, and Donald started to "touch the dead body". It was not luck to find the black-clawed mole, they had to have a clear route.

There was no more content in the note, but Donald, the corpse searcher, took out a roadmap from his jacket pocket.

Several obvious signs are drawn in a relatively simple way above, connected with lines, and the final destination is a group of black dots.

"Come on, go straight to the black-clawed mole."

Anthony put the notes in his backpack, and he had to study the situation of the black-clawed mole on the way. Donald got up to follow, and accidentally stepped on the palm of the corpse. He looked at it subconsciously, but found that his palm was covering the ground. The steps that have been taken are taken back.

He squatted down, took away his palm, and pressed the grass underneath with his hand~lightnovelpub.net~ Unsurprisingly, there was a hard object, and he digged at it with a searchlight for a while, and finally found a ring.

The blue bottom surface, oval, painted with a hand with the index finger pointing to the sky, took out the one that he carried with him, it was exactly the same, the only difference was that the outer edge of the one left by the Grant couple had a layer of gold trim.

Why did he hide the notes and the ring?

Maybe it's because he doesn't want others to know that there are black-clawed moles here, and he doesn't want others to get what he doesn't get.

So hiding the ring doesn't want others to know that he is from this sect?

But since he's dead here, someone will find him, just like Donald and Anthony now

He doesn't want others to know his identity and the information in his hands, so that people passing by may ignore him as an ordinary corpse.

Could it be that he is waiting

He is waiting for the people he knows to come here and give them these things!