(Uh, so many people asked why Tacitus could understand Han Ye's words? I wrote it very clearly early on. High-level elites like Tacitus can understand, but they can't speak. Lan Lan is the only one who can speak elf language.)

Chapter 429 [Not hesitating to this body]

“Adventure Diary.

Today is the first day of the third month of landing on this continent. If I remember correctly, if I were in my hometown, it should be September 14th. When I left my hometown and went to sea, the winter was not over yet, and now it has reached the gathering of autumn harvest.

I just don’t know if I still have the chance to return to Roland and take a look at the golden wheat fields.

Our situation is very bad. Since leaving the Sullumbee River, the journey has been extremely difficult!

The team is rapidly reducing staff.

Just this morning, I buried Coren with my own hands - he was a brave knight, a loyal believer, and a simple and lovely young man.

I remember when I first went out to sea, he once asked me quietly how long it would take for us to go out to sea and whether we could rush back to the imperial capital before the summer celebration. He also asked me if we would stay in the East China Sea. He promised a girl from the imperial capital that she would give her a pearl from the East China Sea.

Although the Holy Knights did not prohibit the members from marrying, this simple young man still told me not to tell Lord Tacitus. He once quietly told me that his ideal was to become a devout warrior who devoted his life to the church like Lord Tacitus or Lord Montoya. But he met a beloved girl who had been struggling with this issue in his heart for the past year.

I remember that at that time I told him that everything would go with his heart and that it would be enough. Dedicating to the church is the only way to be a lifelong ascetic.

Before the terrible sea storm came, he told me quietly that he had figured it out. After completing the mission this time, he would propose to the girl with Pearl. Then he would apply to be transferred from the capital, transferred to another local diocese, and be an instructor of a local Holy Knights.

But just this morning, he died.

Just died in front of my eyes. I knelt beside him, holding his hand hard, and could feel life passing through his body bit by bit.

At the last moment, he pinched my hand and asked me: Do you really never go back? Is his soul unable to return to his homeland either...

I cried at that time.

I don't know how to answer this question from his. Although I can recite all the doctrines and scriptures, when facing his last question, I cannot find the answer from the knowledge I have mastered.

This is not the first time!

And, I don't think it will be the last time.

He is the young man most valued and favorite. Lord Tacitus said that this guy is simple and enthusiastic, simple and simple, and looks like Lord Montoya when he was young, and is a simple idealist.

And until today, I suddenly realized that perhaps... all idealists won't get good results.

Lord Montoya devoted himself to the church and had the courage to take responsibility. He assassinated the streets and did so many things for the church, but in the end he could only sacrifice his honor and be removed from the list as a scapegoat.

Lord Tacitus was also an idealist... He led our team to sea with great expectations and came to this strange continent, but what he got was disappointment again and again. He watched his loyal deployment die before his eyes again and again.

I don't know how many more people will die, I don't even know if we can walk back to Roland alive--maybe we will all die here, maybe.

But if there is a lucky person who can go back alive, I hope to bring my diary back.

Because these words record all the deeds of those of us, the most loyal children and the most devout believers of these temples, who have left their blood and life in this strange continent for their ideals and faith.

May the goddess bless us if she can really hear our prayers.”

Lan Lan's eyes were filled with tears as she wrote this.

She slowly read the words on the parchment paper again, put away the charcoal pen in her hand, and then rolled it with this parchment book, put it away.

The team is in a bad condition, very bad!

The adventure team that landed on the first time, now that we have arrived here, there are only less than 30 people left in the team.

After leaving the Sulunbi River, I have been walking along the way for more than twenty days.

These days, people are dying almost every day, and people are dying every day.

Those ubiquitous traps, ubiquitous bugs, and even monsters...

Just a few days ago, the team was attacked by a group of monsters flying from the sky.

It was a group of giant winged mice—like bats on the outside, but with sharper minions.

Their flying and striking movements are very fierce, with a population of about hundreds.

During the resistance of the team, someone was bitten by such things.

Originally, everyone thought this was nothing - after all, no one died on the spot. As for some skin trauma, they just cleaned the wound and bandaged it.

Most of the monsters attacking the team were killed - Han Ye was the one who was mainly working hard.

The team was originally glad to repel such a group of monsters, but no one died. But such glory completely disappeared that night!

Someone in the team began to get sick.

The condition is wound rot and accompanied by severe fever.

Anyone who is scratched or bitten by those monsters during the daytime battle will have symptoms of varying degrees.

The priest in the team tried to use healing techniques, but the effect was not good. When Han Ye saw this scene, she immediately left the team and came back half a day later. She brought back some strange things, as if they were some kind of coniferous leaves, and as if they were the thorns of cactus.

Han Ye used these things to crush them into powder and applied them to the wounded.

These things have a little effect, and the rot of the wound seems to be suppressed, but the symptoms of fever cannot be eliminated.

Han Ye quietly told Lan Lan: She can do nothing.

The flying monster that looks like a bat is a thing called "owl". This thing has some chronic toxicity, and the local natives believe that this thing will cause people to get infected with a disease similar to plague.

There is no particularly effective drug treatment in this abandoned continent.

The only recognized most effective treatment method is to rush back to the tribe of the elves as quickly as possible and use the Garuda liquid from the elves to remove toxins. In addition... the strange plant collected by Han Ye can only temporarily relieve the disease.

Moreover, it can be seen that even if Han Ye is a master above the holy level, he is not absolutely safe in this crisis-ridden continent.

At least today when he was attacked by those flying bat monsters, this holy-level master who was expected to be discovered in advance and made an early warning.

Han Ye told Lanlan: This kind of thing like a bat can emit a strange sound wave... This sound cannot be heard by ordinary people, and only elves can feel it (because the elves' ear structure is different from that of humans). This sound wave has a strong confusion. It will cause some trouble to elves and stimulate the elves' mental sensing to become dull.

As for these injured and then sick people... Han Ye just quietly told Lanlan that it would take about twenty days to get from here to the Elf Tribe.

But it may be difficult for the injured person to hold on for another twenty days.

It depends on the individual's physical fitness. Some people with strong physical fitness can support them for more days, while those with weaker physical fitness...

He died the next morning.

So, four days after being attacked by those bat monsters, the team was quickly losing personnel.

Six sailor crew members died one after another, and two clergymen died.

Today, the Holy Knight, Coren, finally died of illness - the Holy Knights are generally very strong in physique.

What made Lan Lan even more worried is...

Tacitus is also sick!

The leader of this Holy Knight has always been the first to lead the way. He was also injured in that fierce battle.

However, because he is the best physical condition, his fever symptoms did not appear until the next night. Moreover, the wound rotted slowly than ordinary people.

But by today, Tacitus is already very weak.

The high fever for several consecutive days made this originally strong and powerful man become sluggish when walking.

Just now, he was still in a coma for a while. Lan Lan had no choice but to ask the priest to perform another healing technique, using the holy water he carried, which only allowed Tacitus to relieve him a little.

After waking up, Tacitus called Lan Lan to his side immediately.

The Saint Knight, who had lost weight, looked very bad-looking - his face was covered with a layer of flush, which was a sick flush after suffering from fever. His eyes were not even as firm as usual, but a little dispersed.

"If I die... this team will be in full command!"

This is the only explanation Tacitus made to Lanlan!

Lan Lan looked at the sacred knight who had always shown himself as a tough guy, lying weakly there, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the sword. He frowned tightly, and even showed a hint of despair and despair in his eyes...

At this moment, Lan Lan seemed to hear something in her heart shattering gently!

Goddess... Can you really hear our prayers?

The three ships crossed the ocean... Now, there are only less than thirty people left!

If this is a test given to us by the gods, then this test... is too cruel!

Just when Lan Lan was almost crying, Han Ye walked over and called Lan Lan aside.

"Looking at the current trend, I am worried that the injured in your team will not be able to support the destination." Han Ye directly said his judgment.

Lan Lan was silent, she looked at Han Ye and didn't say anything.

Han Ye sighed: "Allow... there is another way, maybe you can save them."

Lanlan immediately raised her head, with hope on her face.

"You know, my strength is much stronger than you." Han Ye pondered his words and said slowly: "If I leave your team and travel alone... I have the ability to split the space and move instantly... Although this ability is not enough to allow me to return to the tribe directly, and it will consume too much power. But what I want to say is... I can use this ability with a certain frequency, and with my own speed of traveling, I can rush back to the tribe in a shorter time. Then I will bring some Garuda juice back... Maybe I can catch up with time and save their lives... Although I don't dare to guarantee it, at least I hope it will be bigger."

Before Lan Lan could speak, Han Ye waved his hand seriously, and there was a hint of solemnity in her eyes: "But this is also very dangerous! If I leave you and dare to go back alone, it will take me at least two to three days to three days back and forth... and you can only wait in place! This is very dangerous, I have said a long time ago that this is an area where many monsters will appear. If you don't have my protection... With the current strength of your team, if you stay in place for three days, you will even have a greater crisis! It may even happen... Before I can rush back, the people you stay here will be wiped out and killed by other monsters attacks!"

Lan Lan's body was shocked!

This is a difficult problem that cannot be ignored!

"And, in two or three days... I'm not even sure if your wounded can persevere. It may even happen. Even if I rushed back in time, the wounded have died of illness."

Lan Lan suddenly felt aroused in her heart, and she said Xia Xin: "So can you take the wounded and take the people back to the tribe first?"
To be continued...