Until the next morning, neither of them left the bonfire.

They were not the two teams they met before, and they had no interest in "dissuading the fight". The final goal was to catch a few steel-clawed moles and the mutated black-clawed moles.

"According to your information, there should be no special resources on the island, so how could there be a team of wizards landing? And if you can fight like this with a group of wizards, the strength of another group of people is definitely not weak. The momentum of last night... I have to be careful today."

Donald thought about the ring he found under the palm of the corpse last night. The letter Abbott left said that the ring was also another token of the Wizard Sect.

Is it possible that these wizards are here to find the person who died here?

"I don't know either. Although there are many people who know about the information about the steel-clawed mole on Moss Island, if this beast does not cooperate with the specific recipe, even if it is caught and eaten, the effect will be extremely average. At most, it will increase the willfulness of the palm skin and a small increase in strength. Basically, the people who want to catch do not have this ability, and those who have the ability to capture do not care about this little improvement. Therefore, there are not many people coming here in the past, and this time it is considered an emergency."

It is normal for someone to grab it. Anthony asked Donald to be his help because he was worried that someone would grab it. But it was a bit unreasonable for these wizards to grab it.

"Looking at the weather, it should be raining. Finger, you will stay in your backpack later. Don't come out, do you understand?"

After stepping on the bonfire and turning off the whale oil lamp, Donald glanced at his pocket watch. It was 7 a.m. It was the end of August. It should be bright at this time, but what you can see through the gaps in the forest is just a large area of ​​gray clouds.

"I returned immediately after finding the black-clawed mole. The steel-clawed mole has already achieved the goal. We don't know what happened on this island, so it is better to leave as soon as possible. I only look for one day. I will leave tomorrow morning regardless of whether I find the black-clawed mole."

Anthony took out the waterproof cloak from his backpack and put it on, so getting wet on an island like this is not a good idea.

This thing is naturally found in Donald's backpack.

Following the map I got before, Donald will basically turn on his spiritual vision every 2 to 3 minutes to confirm the surrounding situation and prevent ambush or sneak attacks.

In the center of Moss Island, the terrain changed. The more you go in the middle, the denser the woods become sparse, and the large stacked stones become the main tone here. There is even a stone forest at the deepest point, with stone pillars several meters high standing everywhere.

"It should be here. This stone forest is where the black-clawed mole's nest is."

Putting away the drawings, Anthony pulled out the rainproof cloak above his head, stretched out his hand, and could see some raindrops hanging from the sky.

It's raining, but the rain is not heavy, it can only be considered ordinary.

The two of them acted separately, looking for the hole of the black-clawed mole. The stone forest was not large in size, but there were too few hidden places. It took more than an hour to search in a carpet style before a hole was found in the haystack under a stone pillar.

"Look at the blood here, it's underneath."

I twisted a few grass leaves with my fingers, and there were blood on it.

A new question arises, how to grab the black clawed mole.

"I don't think it's feasible to deal with the black-clawed mole in the same way."

They did successfully squat out a steel-clawed mole last night, but that was under its unpreparedness. As a mutant individual, the black-clawed mole undoubtedly had more wisdom than the steel-clawed mole, not to mention that it suffered losses in human hands yesterday, and must be more careful in its actions.

"It was mentioned in the notes that the black-clawed mole is extremely aggressive and cannot tolerate something invading its territory. We can make a fuss about it. Do you know how to use water spells?"

The territory of the Black Claw Mole is obviously this stone forest, but they have been here for a while and have not been attacked, which means that the Black Claw Mole may have contracted its range and turned from the ground to the underground.

"You want to flood it? But I don't know how to use water spells,"

Fill water into the cave. The black-clawed mole may be able to swim, but you can't hold your breath under the water. However, Donald's current elemental spells are only fire and thunder.

"Then you have to think of other ways to stimulate it. The mole hole is deep underground. Ordinary shooting and blasting should not work. Even if you know water-based spells, it will take a lot of time to pour the black-clawed mole out of it, well..."

Anthony squatted at the entrance of the cave and fell into deep thought.

"Fill the entire hole...I think I have a way. No matter it is water or anything else, it is not as efficient as me, so get up."

What is the fastest thing to fill a space, light?

What if it is an underground space with many barriers and turns? Sound!

It's decided it's you, Sound Wave Toad!

The runes flashed, and the dark green toad appeared beside the stone pillar, Anthony widened his eyes and looked at it for a while.

"Is this your...pet?"

Anthony took a step back, and he was not used to being stared at by a monster about the same height as him.

"The one behind is my pet. This is my thug. Do you remember the meat I got last time? It was made from it. This strange thing can collect various souls and make them my subordinates. So if nothing unexpected happens later, this black-clawed mole will become my second thug."

When Anthony came back last night, Donald had already put away the sonic toad. Now, even if it was a supplementary introduction, there was nothing to cover up, just like Anthony told Donald yesterday about the secret of his two short swords.

The relationship between the two is no longer a simple cooperation, but can communicate some more private messages.

"Do these souls have an independent consciousness and can they grow up on their own?"

"You have a good vision. This strange thing is an ordinary object in the hands of others. The soul has no sense of autonomy and cannot grow up on its own. But in my hands, both of these things can be done!"

Anthony's eyesight was unquestionable. After just a short period of observation, he noticed the defects of the Bone Spirit Pan. It makes sense that this strange object could fall into Rastole's hands and not be used by him.

The souls it absorbs and summons are all without independent consciousness. That is to say, once the number increases, we will not talk about whether we can completely control these souls. In fact, whether those who hold the Bone Spirit Plate can use these souls well will have to say something else.

In the fierce battle, where do you have so much thought to command these unconscious souls that require remote control throughout the process?

Moreover, these souls have actually been greatly weakened after being collected. Just like when the Sound Wave Toad was summoned, it was reminded that it was nearly half smaller, and its strength was greatly reduced. If Donald had not had the Siphon Bone Ring to help it swallow energy and the Demons activated it so that it could digest energy independently, the Sound Wave Toad would not have grown at all.

To put it bluntly, only Donald's ability can fully stimulate its potential. In the hands of others, this strange thing is priced at hundreds of gold pounds, but in the hands of Donald, the price is over thousands!

"Sound wave toad, frog croaking."

When the order was issued, Donald and Anthony took a few steps back and watched the Soundwave Toad lie down at the entrance of the hole.

Gugu~~

The sonic toad that devoured several souls has now increased its strength. The frog croaking sound penetrates the eardrums. Donald, as his master, was avoided outside the influence of the frog croaking, which is nothing. Anthony had to go around Donald, which is behind the sonic toad.

“Is it effective?”

"We have to wait a little longer. I haven't felt anything appearing yet. We both stood there. There was no smell on the sonic toad. Maybe our odor made the black-clawed mole dare not appear. Is there any spray of the odor of the plant rhizomes before?"

Donald kept his spiritual vision open, paying attention to the situation underground, and waited for a while and turned to Anthony and said.

"We two retreat, will we let it deal with the Black Clawed Mole later?"

Anthony took out the spray and handed a bottle, and the two of them stepped back while spraying.

"Don't worry, this guy is not weaker than the black-clawed mole when he is alive. Isn't it unwilling to come out? I force it out and we can just watch it from the side."

The person did not move forward, but just stepped back and looked at the sound wave toad. The dark green fire line merged into its body. This was just a first-level strengthening that consumed 3 points of mental power. Donald accurately grasped the time when the state strengthened was completed and spoke,

"Sound wave toad, get rid of the black clawed mole."

Gugu~

Compared to the previous dullness, the Sound Wave Toad, who was revitalized by the demon, turned around and nodded and called out to know.

"Your ability is incredible...it seems that it is absolutely correct to find you to cooperate with you this time."

Anthony thought that the dark green flame that appeared in Donald's hand that could give the Sound Wave Toad more powerful and wisdom was his talent... in fact, it was not much different.

The sonic toad that obtained the enhancement faced towards the entrance of the cave again. This time the frog croaked was obviously one level stronger than the last one. While the sound waves were transmitted, the soil and grass leaves at the entrance of the cave trembled wildly, and the tone became extremely sharp.

"Here you come!"

The black-clawed mole's aggression finally defeated its idea of ​​escaping, and Donald saw the red light that kept rushing upwards.

The sonic toad also noticed that the moment the black-clawed mole rushed out, the bloody mouth of the sonic toad was greeted.

He bit the black-clawed mole's claws and swung back and forth in the air. When it reacted and raised its other claw, it spit out in time and threw it directly at a stone pillar next to it.

Scream!!

The black-clawed mole's front paws were indeed extraordinary. Even with this level of biting and swing, it still failed to tear it apart. It only chewed a few blood holes.

This made Donna even more interested in its soul.
Chapter completed!