Chapter 71: Flames Bursting out of the Thick Fog
Leaving Star Dragon Outpost, bypassing the shadow area where the aura of disaster had long since dissipated, we continued to move north.

This is the birthplace of the undead and also an ancient battlefield.

The piles of corpses had been scraped away by wind, frost and scavengers, and the last bits of flesh on their bones. The spears and swords that had penetrated their chests had corroded themselves in the rust.

The hills and dead trees blocked the slanting sun, and the shadows elongated by the light extended the dead branches and fang-shaped mountains, as if the abyss of disaster was baring its fangs.

Moving forward through the mountains, the towering mountains around us created a circle, creating a rotten city-state.

The stacked skulls formed a rockery, from which darkness and deathly silence continued to gush out.

"Crack" a skull rolled, disturbing the entire dead silence.

The skull that rolled to the ground cracked open, and a palm-sized dung beetle emerged from the eye sockets of the skull. It shook its disgusting long whiskers and lived a good life.

A battlefield ruthlessly abandoned by life, a place hated by all winners, where nothing is willing to approach except the wind and scavengers.

The figure holding the sword stepped on the dung beetle, and juice burst out from his iron boots.

"Is there any here?"

The red-haired undead turned around and looked, asking himself, "It should be somewhere like this."

The howling wind made the air whimper, and tumbleweeds that came from nowhere brushed against my ankles, making me wonder if this place was not far from the desert.
"The materials they ask for are too extreme," another undead shrugged, not feeling scared even when facing the miserable battlefield in front of him. There was nothing to be afraid of when playing games, but there was something that made his heart beat faster, and that was that this trip might not yield anything.

The "Heart of Disaster" is a very precious item. Many fragments have been accumulated, but there is no option to synthesize the fragments.

Some people have speculated that perhaps the Heart of Disaster must be obtained from a BOSS, or at least an elite monster.

So far, no one has been able to obtain the second Heart of Disaster. The only beneficiary is the undead named "Sydney's Brother", a level 11 two-headed giant who enjoys a unique gaze.

They broke through the server restrictions and reached level 11 in a peculiar way. Although they turned into a gigantic two-headed monster, no one thought of refusing. In the past ten days, they had enjoyed enough of swordplay and slashing. Magic and supernatural powers were what they pursued.

The two of them stopped at the same time. They had walked too far and there was no road ahead.

Thick white fog blocked the distant mountaintops. Habit told them that this must be an "air wall". If they continued forward, there might be more opportunities, but it would definitely be more dangerous.

"Move forward?"

“Go and have a look”

The fog is so thick that you can't tell the direction, and once you step into it, you'll completely lose your sense of direction.

The two sides can only determine each other's position by sound.

"Do you want to go back?" The red-haired undead opened up all his senses. The oppressive feeling brought by the sticky fog made it hard to breathe, and his body muscles were shaking uncontrollably.

Even when facing Lind and the two-headed man at full firepower, he didn't have this feeling.

"There's a BOSS ahead!"

The presence of a BOSS means the presence of a "Heart of Disaster". The option to advance is right in front of you. It's just a matter of dying once and dropping some unimportant things. The option is not difficult.

"You Shui" hears the sound of flowing spring water hitting rocks, and a strange feeling fills my heart.

Perhaps this was the source of the stream between Star Dragon Outpost and Prey Town? Sniffing the moisture in the air that they couldn't tell whether it came from the water or the thick fog, the two of them walked forward step by step.

The ground soon became soft but not muddy, and the water seemed to always be ahead, tempting the creatures here that lacked water to follow their instincts and move forward.

The two men bent over to examine.

"Sandy soil, similar to the soil at the sentry post. It doesn't hold water."

They shouldn't be too far away.

But after walking a distance, the ground beneath their feet lost its touch, and the ups and downs that made it difficult to walk were forced under their feet. "Branches and tree trunks, didn't we continue to go west?"

It was undoubtedly a fantasy to determine one's direction in the thick fog.

The broken stones and the hurtful tree branches made them subconsciously think that they had unknowingly changed direction and headed south, perhaps returning to the dead woods west of Star Dragon Post.

Maybe if you walk a little further you will see a ghost claw tree. It is up to you to choose whether to go north to the crazy wise man's village or south to the forbidden area.

"Do you ever feel hot?"

"Well, it's like, approaching a big furnace"

As they spoke, they stretched their hands forward and could clearly feel the direction of the heat.

Continuing forward and approaching the big furnace was obviously their only option, because even if they turned around and left, they could not be sure of the direction of departure, and there was a high probability that they would go around in circles.

Figure out what's ahead, and then "return to the city" by dying.

The road ahead became winding and bumpy, and ruins and other buildings began to appear. Could it be that there was a town here?
The town in the fog naturally possesses the temptation to make the undead's blood boil.

Come closer.

"Splash!" The noise of a leg accidentally stepping into deep water was very loud.

The red-haired undead man reached down and probed: "It's a pool of water. It's very deep and very cold."

He stirred the water with his hands, and the splashing sound was very harsh in the silent fog.

"Wait, have you noticed..." the companion reminded quickly.

"What?" The red-haired undead looked up.

Suddenly a strong wind blew from the front, and the thick fog was gathered into a huge ball in an instant, and dispersed after hitting the two people.

The vision in front of me finally became clear for a moment.

A quick scan revealed ruined cities, dead woods, and ahead was a huge black body of water that was beyond the field of vision. The word "pool" could not describe its scope.

Use your knees to push against the water surface, and circles will quickly radiate out from the knees.

Thick fog quickly filled in, blocking their eyes once again.

"I feel like something's wrong."

“It seems to be getting hotter!”

"Retreat!" The fear instinct in their hearts urged them to step back. Whether it was the sudden appearance of a huge pool of water in the dry area or the fear instinct of the bottomless waters, they told them that they could postpone their exploration.

Follow your heart.

The two men ran away, but their eyes were fixed on the direction where the heat came from.

A cluster of light seemed to suddenly appear in the thick fog, and the swaying yellow flames flashed and expanded quickly.

The air suddenly became scorching hot, and the heat in the original thick fog became insignificant at this moment.

They didn't even have time to dodge as the flames completely dominated their vision and enveloped the two undead.

"What it is?"

They never saw the source of the fire.

(End of this chapter)