However, the current teleportation array has been destroyed so that it cannot see its original appearance. The magic crystal used to maintain the magic array operation has been crushed into powder. Palin went forward to check it in disbelief, but he could not sense even a little magic. Obviously, this teleportation array can no longer be used.

"It's over." Palin looked desperate.

Before coming, Hawking explained it very clearly that according to the rules of cross-plane work, it will take three days before he can open the plane channel and pick them up.

In other words, within these three days, they can only make a living by themselves.

But that would take three days.

Two waves of skeletons emerged in this camp in a short while. How do you survive in the remaining three days?

Suddenly, Palin said excitedly: "By the way, we can go to find other camps."

"The nearest camp is hundreds of miles away. What should we do if there are any dangers on the road between our two apprentices? Moreover, the location where the teleportation device is opened is where we enter the clock plane. If we leave, how can we go back to the Dark Furnace Tower?" Lynch asked back.

"This, this..." Palin couldn't even say a word.

"Okay, don't think so much now." Lynch lowered his head and thought for a moment, then went around looking for the rust he had found before.

More than ten minutes passed, and more than a dozen pieces were collected.

"It's been when, you're still thinking about these useless things..." Palin said speechlessly.

"This is not something useless."

Lynch put the rust together while speaking. From this, he finally discovered something unusual: "If I read it correctly, these should have fallen off after the magic alloy rusts. Although it is a little unclear now, you will never feel the magical aura contained on it, right? The low-level undead creatures we just encountered will not be too luxurious to use magic alloys as weapons."

"Magic alloys can also rust?" Palin was stunned at the rust in Lynch's hand.

"Of course, magical alloys will rust. As long as they are buried underground for a long time, the pure gold will rust, let alone ordinary magical alloys."

"Well, even if these are magical alloys, what's so strange about it? You don't allow a little magical alloy to appear in the camp?"

Palin rolled his eyes: "Since you can't leave now, then find a place to hide. Wait for three days, Master Hawking will take us back. There are blood and corpses everywhere here. If any powerful undead attracts them, they will die."

Lynch looked at the rust in his hand, but shook his head: "I suspect that it was not the undead who attacked the camp, but the constructed creatures!"

"Constructing creatures? Mafamerin, what are you kidding! Do you know what that is?" Palin was almost scared to death by Lynch.

Constructing creatures is something even more deadly than the undead!

No one knows how constructed creatures were born. According to existing records in the Anriel World, a long time ago, constructed creatures originally lived in other planes.

Unfortunately, due to a war, the homeland of the creatures was destroyed.

From then on, the constructed creatures wandered between various planes under the leadership of some leaders who awakened the true spirit and produced spiritual intelligence, and then took root in the planes they chose.

At the same time, since they can continuously create new members, there are definitely many constructed creatures known in the Anriel world.

However, Palin has never heard of it. In this place of the clock plane, there are constituent organisms...

If I remember well, shouldn't this be a paradise of the undead?

This is the paradise for the undead!

Even if the constructed creatures are in, the dark furnace tower should be noticed as soon as possible...

Lynch said thoughtfully: "Of course, these are just my guesses. Whether there are constituent creatures. That is something that Teacher Rudolph needs to care about. The most important thing we are now is to think about how to spend tonight safely..."

"Tonight? What else can I do tonight?" Palin was still immersed in the shock brought by the constructed creatures, and was now shocked by the message Lynch threw out.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get the answer. After Lynch finished speaking, he walked towards the edge of the gray camp.

Lynch carefully inspected each city wall and shook his head secretly at the damaged places. It was easy to repair these city walls, but some of the demonizations above were not something that a magic apprentice could do.

In desperation, Lynch could only check the heavy crossbow on the sentry tower first. Although the heavy crossbow fell crookedly to the ground, fortunately, although there were some scratches on the metal on its surface, they were just some problems that did not touch the core device and would not turn into scrapped copper and iron.

Therefore, after a brief repair, the heavy crossbow was quickly helped up by Lynch.

Lynch tried it a little while before putting the crossbow arrow next to it into the heavy crossbow. Soon, the crossbow arrow flew out of the heavy crossbow with a strong sound of breaking through the air, and hit a giant tree in the distance, and immediately folded the giant tree into two pieces from the middle.

Looking at this scene, Lynch shook his head. If this is the case alone, it might not be powerful enough. After all, it is difficult to solve all problems by relying on heavy crossbows alone.

His eyes fell on Palin who was following him.

"I'll deal with these heavy crossbows, and you'll fix the damaged defense facilities."

"No, Mafameilin, what the hell are you doing? If you don't explain it clearly, I won't help." Palin glared at Lynch: "Don't forget, we have never been friends."

"You think about it yourself..." Lynch shook his head helplessly, then pointed to the wreckage of the undead on the ground and said, "Do you really think that the appearance of these undead creatures is just an accidental event? Even if it is an accidental event, these undead creatures will not have arrived just now. I guess we must be targeted by something now..."

"The gray camp is at the end of all camps. What can we be targeted by?" Palin was in a panic.

Lynch shrugged: "I don't know this, but it's certain that things happen during the day are just warm-ups. At night, when the power of death is flourishing, you should know..."

There is still some time before night.
Chapter completed!