The Flame Spraying Tower was a low Magic Tower that was less than two meters tall. It looked like a human-shaped statue.
The human-shaped statue held a torch in its hand and looked straight ahead with a dignified expression.
When the statue saw the Dark Worms, it suddenly opened its mouth and a burst of flame shot out from it.
The flame was like a wave, surging towards the Dark Worms.
When the Dark Worms saw the fierce flame, they trembled, and even forgot to run away.
In the blink of an eye, the flame wave arrived in front of them.
The Dark Worms were ignited like torches.
Then, they turned into ashes.
The scattered corpses that were eaten by them were also ignited by the flames and turned into ashes under the raging fire.
Emma looked at the burning corpses and asked in a daze, "Is everyone burned to ashes?"
"Only in this way can we guarantee that the dark creatures will not desecrate their bodies." Thomas patted Emma's shoulder helplessly.
"Mm." Emma nodded and accepted Thomas' words.
The Flame Spraying Tower's attack range was fifty meters, enough to cover the entire basement.
After burning the hatched Dark Worms, it turned its target to the cicada cocoons on the surrounding walls.
The Flame Spraying Tower increased its strength again, burning the Dark Worms completely.
The entire basement was filled with all kinds of burn marks. There was a thick layer of ashes on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.
Seeing that all the Dark Worms had been burned to death, Thomas was finally relieved.
Although the Dark Worms were very weak and had obvious shortcomings, it was still troublesome to increase their numbers.
What if these Dark Worms dug a tunnel to the bottom of his camp and then came out in full force?
His camp would probably be destroyed in an instant.
Now that these Dark Worms were burned to death, he had eliminated a potential danger.
After killing the Dark Worms, it was time to reap the rewards.
Although these Dark Worms were weaker, they were still level 1 dark creatures. The magic cores that should be dropped would still fall.
After some calculations, Thomas now had 26 magic cores in his hands.
Twenty-five level 1, one level 3.
The number was still very rich. It could fill up some of the necessary structures in the camp.
After cleaning the basement and confirming that there were no dark creatures left, Thomas left with his people.
However, he did not demolish the Flame Spraying Tower.
He did not have the energy and manpower to fill up the basement, so he left the Flame Spraying Tower to keep an eye on it to prevent any more dark creatures from building a nest here.
After finishing up, Thomas brought everyone back to the camp.
The camp was still as quiet and quiet as before.
When the Ancient War Tree Gertrude saw that everyone had returned, it happily waved its crown and let out a rustling sound. "Welcome back, Sir Thomas. It seems that your harvest is not bad."
"How's the situation in the camp?" Thomas asked as he entered the camp.
"It's very quiet today. No dark creatures came to ambush us," Gertrude said.
"Well, don't be careless. It's going to be dark soon. The dark creatures are going to revive again. Although I've cleaned up the surroundings, they will soon gather again. These damn creatures are like weeds. They can't be cleaned up no matter how hard I try," Thomas complained.
"Yes, Sir Thomas."
Gertrude bowed, causing the tree crown to rustle again.
"Oh, what do I see? It's a new young lady. May I know your name, beautiful young lady?"
Gertrude noticed Emma standing in the line.
Seeing the huge War Tree, Emma instinctively felt a little afraid. She unconsciously took two steps back and grabbed the hem of Arya's clothes.
"Don't be afraid. This guy is called Gertrude, a War Tree. When I'm not around, it's mainly responsible for the safety of the camp. You'll get familiar with it soon," Thomas explained while patting Emma's shoulder.
"I'm Emma. Hello, Mr. Gertrude." Emma pinched the corners of her skirt and gave Gertrude a ladylike curtsy.
"You're welcome, Miss Emma. It's our first time meeting. I'll give this to you as a gift," Gertrude said and scratched the crown of the tree. It picked a palm-sized fruit from the crown and handed it to Emma.
"Is this edible?" Thomas looked at the fruit in Emma's hand and looked at Gertrude suspiciously.
He remembered that Gertrude was a real War Tree. The fruit could kill a level 1 dark creature. If he ate it, his teeth would break, right?
"Don't look at me like that. I can also produce edible fruit. This is edible. Try It if you don't believe me," Gertrude said and picked another fruit and handed it to Thomas.
This fruit was the size of a palm, green and red. It looked like an apple.
Thomas took a small bite. He felt that the fruit was very crisp and refreshing. A sweet juice flowed out. It was indeed delicious.
"Why didn't you take out this good thing earlier?" Thomas complained.
"It just came out today. It didn't come out yesterday," Gertrude explained.
"Then forget it. Let's rest for a while and then build a fire to eat." Thomas didn't want to waste time with Gertrude, so he told everyone to rest. There were many battles to be fought at night, and they had to have enough stamina.
O'Neill and the others immediately lit a bonfire and heated up the remaining meat from the morning.
The Goddess of Life had given them a lot of food. Even though Thomas had sold a lot, there was still a lot left, enough for everyone to eat until the next morning.
After a while, all the meat was heated up.
Thomas stuffed a roasted leg of lamb into Emma's hand. "Eat it."
"This, isn't it too much?" Emma looked at the leg of lamb in her hand in shock.
This leg of lamb was very thick, much thicker than her arm. Raising the leg of lamb, it almost covered half of her body.
"I'm afraid I can't eat so much."
"It doesn't matter, eat slowly, eat more." Thomas lifted a leg of lamb and nibbled on it, "If you want to be a warrior, how can you not eat more meat? Only by eating more meat will you have the strength to fight against those dark creatures. Don't you want to avenge others?"
Thomas' words touched the most sensitive nerve in Emma's heart. Hearing this, Emma immediately raised the leg of lamb in her hand and took big bites.