The small village became an asura field.

The children cried, the women cried, the men roared, some knelt on the ground begging for mercy, and some ran out in a panic. But all this helped, and these people became food for the giant wolf.

The old man knelt on the ground, he couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure out why this kind and angry demon wolf would do this, they were just ordinary people, they had never hurt the demon wolf, why did the demon wolf do this to them.

He would rather be devoured by a giant wolf, but the wolves seemed to ignore him.

He didn't know how long it was, but he felt that this period of time was longer than his whole life.

No one paid any attention to him, not even the giant wolf looked at him, and more than 800 people in the small village had already fed the giant wolf.

The wolves were already cooking in the blood, and soon they were feasting on the bones.

Then they lit the torches, and the village was on fire, and the fire was burning quietly, and no one put out the fire, no chickens and dogs jumped, and no one cried, and the fire spread quietly through the village.

This village has long since become a dead village.

The wolf rider of the demon wolf disappeared from his eyes like the wind, as if it had never appeared.

The old man finally stood up, he grinned at the still burning village, smiled, smiled very strangely, he leaned against the locust tree in front of the village, and said to himself: "They said they would set up an ancestral hall for me, they said they would set up an ancestral hall for me! I've saved many, many people, and they're going to set up an ancestral shrine for me!"

A crow flew over his head with a small embroidered shoe in his mouth and landed on the locust tree, with remnants of meat in the shoe, and the crow loved meat. The meat was pecked by the crow, and it threw its shoe down and smashed it right on the old man's head.

The old man raised his head and saw the sky through the locust tree, and the sun shone through the locust tree, shining on his face.

The old man picked up the shoes, which were his grandson's.

He put his shoes on his face, and he muttered, "My grandson has gone to the gods, and the gods say that they like my grandson, and he will definitely live well with the gods, but I don't know if he will remember me as a grandfather - it doesn't matter if he doesn't remember me, the old woman will definitely remember me - it doesn't matter if he doesn't remember me anymore, I saved a lot of people, and they said they would set up a shrine for me and worship me." ”

The old man hugged the little shoe tightly and pressed it to his chest: "Why don't I go to the gods? The gods won't give me an ancestral shrine, but they will give me an ancestral shrine, they will give me an ancestral shrine." ”

He wandered aimlessly through the village, like a ghost.

Everywhere was black after the fire, and the old man's eyes were also gray and black, without a trace of color.

"The gods came on giant wolves, everyone here is guilty, they are all dead, my grandson and my wife have gone to the gods, and when I have my shrine, I can be a god, I can go to see my grandson and my wife. ”

He wandered aimlessly, the sun was low, his shadow followed him, and he came to the entrance of the village.

A group of Terran knights appeared at the entrance of the village, and they saw the old man.

The old man was like a wandering ghost.

The stout knight among the Terran knights dismounted, he was very stout and had a big mouth, and he looked at the old man wandering aimlessly, and then at the burned village, and at the bones in that place, and immediately understood what had happened.

His expression was serious.

"Uncle," he called out to the old man like a wandering spirit.

"Shut up, you lowly human race," the old man said, "you low human race, you are only worthy of feeding wolves, I am a god, they have all set up a shrine for me, why do you still call me my husband? You want to bow down to me!"

The old man was furious, and he angrily rebuked the stout man.

Behind the man was a woman with a longbow on her back, she covered her face, and she couldn't bear to look at the miserable image in the village.

Behind her, several knights are also very distinctive, and one of them is very fat.

She dismounted, and the knights dismounted, and they were going to go into the village to see if there were any people alive.

"You can't go in!" the old man's stiff body straightened up, "You can't go over, they are guilty, they are guilty, the gods have punished them, they have no bones, they deserve it." I have saved many, many people, I am a god, my grandson and my wife have gone to the gods, I have saved many people, many people, they have set up shrines for me, I am going to become a god. ”

The old man said madly.

"It's too stimulating, these wolf cubs!" said one of the knights, who walked around the village and gritted his teeth, "these wolf cubs are so ruthless, not a single person is left alive!"

"General, none of these wolf cubs can be spared, and after the war, I will put their heads here one by one to pay tribute to the dead!" said a sergeant who accidentally stepped on a leg bone.

"I have saved a lot of people, I have saved a lot of people, they want to set up an ancestral hall for me, they will also set up an ancestral hall for me!" the old man was still saying, his eyes were very empty.

The stout man noticed that something was wrong, and he stretched out his hand to the old man, and his hand touched the old man's hand, and he felt that the old man's hand was cold.

The old man threw himself backwards, and the whole person fell.

His face was pale, corpse spots had spread to his face, and his eyes were very hollow, no longer black, only gray.

"I've saved a lot of people, and they're going to set up shrines for me...... I am a god, and my grandson went to the god, and they will set up a shrine for me......"

The old man was speechless before he finished speaking.

But his eyes were not closed.

The general leaned down and pinched his man, pressing his heart.

The old man's heart was no longer beating, and he was no longer breathing.

The general shook his head and closed his eyes for him.

"This group of brutes, this group of brutes of the White Wolf Regiment, one person and one wolf of the White Wolf Regiment escaped, and I cut it by myself in the capital of the crow prison!"

The fat man was furious, drew his knife, and he slashed it, and the light of the knife flashed, like lightning, although it was under the scorching sun at noon, the light of the knife was still dazzling, and a chasm was cut on the ground, which extended directly from the entrance of the village to the back of the village.

He himself froze, he didn't expect that he would be able to slash with such a powerful sword. He looked at his knife, then at his hand.

The man who was called the Great General was also frightened by this sight.

He approached the chasm with the fat man, and when he looked down, the chasm was bottomless.

The fat man didn't believe that he could have such power, and he slashed at the ground again.

It's a pity that this knife is very ordinary, he seems to be very unconvinced and swings a few more knives, it is still very ordinary.

The fat man shook his head, and angrily threw the knife into this chasm, but immediately took it back, after all, this knife has been used for many years, and he is used to it.

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "I can't cut such a knife anymore, no matter what." Even if you whip me, I'll slaughter them before I go up to the plateau!"