The night gradually became deeper. When the temperature dropped, the dead energy gradually increased, and the main desert was shrouded in a layer of mist, and the originally bright full moon became hazy.

The bonfire dispelled the gathering of death energy, and the mercenaries gathered together to eat and whispered to talk about which tavern came to a few more dancers.

Sir Charles was still so taciturn. He carefully took out the film from the camera and kept it in a closed iron box. Then he spread out the map, picked up the notes, and made a more detailed analysis of the area explored during the day. Finding an ancient ruin is a result that can attract the attention of the world, but the process is boring day after day.

As an excellent explorer, you must have enough patience and enough pressure resistance... because efforts may not necessarily be rewarded. In fact, most of the adventures on ancient ruins end in failure.

Jessica toured the camp.

The conversation with Stilwell during the day made her feel a little alert. Although she did not think Stilwell would do anything against her and Sir Charles without evidence, as an assistant to a successful explorer, she knew that in any case... caution was definitely not redundant.

Moreover, there seem to be a lot of undead wandering outside the camp. This is the first time that Jessica has used secret medicine in the wild. Even though the effect of secret medicine on the undead has not failed in the experiment, the wild is different from the laboratory environment, and she does not know whether the secret medicine has an upper limit on the effect of expelling the undead.

There is also Stilwell. He commanded the mercenaries to defend the camp as usual, as if the daytime conversation was just an ordinary chat, but Jessica always felt that Stilwell was surrounded by death...

Maybe I was contaminated with a little dead energy outside when I was just inspecting. Just roast it next to the fire and spray some holy water.

Seeing that Stilwell had no intention of provoking her, Jessica took some food and came to Sir Charles' side. She applied a layer of water film to her skin with water magic to treat the damage caused by exposure to the sun during the day. At the same time, she told Stilwell about what Stilwell asked for her during the day, and then asked: "Entering the Dead Desert without being attacked by the undead, anyone will doubt... If you continue to move on, Stilwell's suspicion will only become heavier.

Jazz, what should I do?

Should a few undead be sent in tomorrow?”

Sir Charles closed his notes and said to Jessica: "Our secret medicine can prevent the undead from approaching us. But without using the secret medicine, we have no choice to let the undead get closer.

As an excellent explorer, the first thing you do is to protect yourself and avoid risks that you can avoid.

Don't worry!

I didn't choose to hire Stilwell and his mercenary group casually. Stilwell is a very trustworthy person... He won't arrest us as necromancers just by guessing, he can't afford to make mistakes in judgment.

After this expedition, I will also have a good talk with Stilwell... We will enter the Death Desert many times, and he will not mess up this big business.

Jessica, I remind you...Don't tell the formula of secret medicine under any circumstances. Your blood cannot satisfy the greed of some people. If someone forces it, give him these secret medicines and say that this is what we discovered in some ancient ruins."

"I understand, sir..." As a 20-year-old mage, Jessica certainly knows what the value of the secret medicines refined by her blood have, especially for those unsightly undead mages. Thinking of the undead he saw during his inspection, Jessica said to Sir Charles: "Tonight there are more undeads around the camp than the previous few days. I also saw some large undeads and floating ghosts... Will the secret medicine fail..."

Sir Charles looked at Jessica with appreciation in his eyes: "Jessica... The secret medicine you refine in blood does not act as a deterrent to the undead!

These two effects look the same, but there are essential differences."

Jessica curled her lips: "Jazz...you just believe that I am the descendant of an ancient hero? If it's just that my physique is a little special, what happens to be the substance in my blood that can interfere with the undead?

You also said that the effect of expulsion and deterrence looks the same, are you sure... those undead are deterred and dare not approach?"

Sir Charles nodded and said, "I'm sure... very sure! I will definitely uncover the secret of your bloodline."

"Okay... you are the boss, listen to you..." Jessica has become used to Charles' answers like this. Although she doesn't feel that she can be related to a superhero in the ancient magic era, this is Charles' persistence. As the "daughter" raised by Charles, Jessica also likes her current adventure life very much.

As usual, Jessica no longer argued with Sir Charles on this issue, and she helped Sir put away the map and prepared to lay the tablecloth to eat together.

But at this time... the mercenaries exclaimed: "The leader... the leader was attacked by the undead!"

How is this possible...

Jessica immediately stood up and saw the mercenaries surrounding Stilwell's position. She said to Sir Charles, who had already stood up, "Did the secret medicine fail and some undead crawled out of the middle of the camp?"

Sir Charles calmly looked at the direction surrounding the mercenaries and said, "No... If the undead came out of the camp, the battle had begun.

The effect of the secret medicine is still effective.

Let's go and take a look... Be careful, I think things are weird."

Thinking of the conversation he heard during the day, Sir Charles felt that things did not end as he had imagined. He picked up his cane and walked towards the location where Stilwell had an accident, and at the same time reminded Jessica. Jessica opened the lock on the holster, held the magic wand in her hand, and followed the Jazz behind her.

Stilwell is the leader of this mercenary group. It is his persistence and leadership that makes every member have a good income. The mercenaries respect him very much... Looking at Stilwell lying on the ground, everyone felt as if they were lost.

At this time, Stilwell was dead. His skin was shriveled, his eye sockets were deep, his pupils turned white, his eyes looked desolately at the night sky, and his body smelled of rotten smell.

The originally strong body turned into a mummy, and the clothes were spread softly on his body...

This is a characteristic that only after being hit by the undead magic. All the mercenaries were sad and also felt a chill behind them... Encountering the undead mage in the Death Desert is almost a decisive ending.

A mercenary cried with Stilwell's head in his arms, muttering: "The regiment commander was still talking to me just now. Why didn't we encounter the undead for so many days... The result...
Chapter completed!