At the junction of the Central Plains and the south, this is a large plain, due to the limitation of financial resources and resources, there is no border jam here, only a black plain, which seems to have been burned by fire.

On a dead tree, a breeze blows, and several witch corpses hanging from the tree swing slowly, and there are three male corpses nailed to the trunk, which are witch hunters.

This dead tree is the border monument, after here, you will step into the territory of the witches, the Central Plains and the west are the territory of the Holy Healing Church, the northern border that can freeze to death is governed by the king of the north, the east is the territory of tribes and natives, and the south is the country of witches.

The entire Dark Raven Continent is divided into three major blocks, the Central Plains and the west are one piece, the northern border is one piece, and the east and south are one large piece.

The barbarians in the east have no rulers at all, conflicts have broken out between tribes for a long time, small tribes are spread around, the north is too cold, the wild people in the east will not go, and the south bordering the east is unlucky.

The south is the territory of the witches, and the chaos of the internal order can be imagined, and the status of the Moi family in the south is indeed very high, but with the unruliness of the witches, it is impossible for the Moi family to include all the witches under their command, which almost represents the degree of chaos in the south.

The east and south belong to the bordering areas, and the environment of the two realms is very similar, which leads to the possibility of the primitive tribes in the east pouring into the south.

If the country of witches in the south and the Holy Healing Church are mutually contained, and no one will take the initiative to send a large army, then the witches and the primitive natives in the east are at war all year round.

There must be more witches who die at the hands of primitive tribes than witch hunters, this is caused by the regional environment, and it is impossible to unite the eastern tribes to deal with witches.

Especially after Moi Nora dispersed the witches, the number of primitive tribes from the east increased rapidly, so they didn't care if this was a country of witches, as long as it was suitable for them to live in, they would immediately occupy a territory and start developing.

It seems that the southern witch country is being invaded, but in fact it is not, Moi Nora wants the witches to invade the east and exploit the untapped resources in the east, and the development of the south has accelerated in the near future, which is the reason.

On the carriage, Su Xiao looked at several natives in front of him suspiciously, the group had just entered the south, and they did not meet witches, but were intercepted by several bare-chested savages with various graffiti on their bodies, looking at the meaning of those natives, it was clear that they were going to block the road and rob, of course, it was also possible to take Su Xiao and others as lunch.

"Carmen, who are these natives?"

Su Xiao didn't get out of the car, but just opened the car door.

"I don't know, it seems that the changes in the south are not small, grab a few interrogations?"

"It's a waste of time."

"That's right, looking at their expressions, it seems that they are going to use us for lunch, then slaughter it, blood bear, don't sleep, a few tribal savages say you look like a stupid donkey."

"Fart! You don't understand the language of those savages. ”

The sleepy-eyed Blood Bear stood up in front of the carriage, and Carmen smiled unscrupulously.

The Blood Bear jumped out of the carriage and bent down to grab a few stones from the ground, and the tribes with spears shouted loudly, and two of them rushed straight at him.

Bang, bang!

Two stones flew out, and the two tribal savages who rushed forward had their brains shattered and fell to the ground, and when they saw this scene, the other savages turned their heads and fled.

"These savages...... Are they all so spineless now? If it had been more than ten years ago, they should have rushed up with a scream. ”

The One-Eyed Dragonblood Bear grinned, hard to believe he was a revered Saint Councilor.

"Kill them so you don't get into any other trouble."

Carmen was obviously not a good person when he was young, and his aim was either not to kill and pretend to be a good person, or to kill all of them and leave no one behind.

The muscles on the Blood Bear's arms bulged, and after a few piercing sounds of breaking wind, the wild men who had run away fell to the ground.

Melody, who had witnessed the whole scene, shrank her head, she had heard how ruthless the methods of the previous generation of witch hunters were.

Clearing a few tribal savages blocking the way, the two wagons continued on their way, gradually moving deeper into the southern territory.

……

At ten o'clock that night, the night was dark, and two carriages were parked around a campfire.

"Gaunt, have you found out the situation in this virgin witch colony?"

Carmen sat in front of the fire, his hunched back even more evident in the light of the fire, and the witch Grave Gaunt was stunned.

"Check it out, there are about two dozen witches, this is similar to a bazaar, witches will exchange items here, the main commodity this time is a few wild people, after all, humans are a scarce resource in the south."

The witch's grave is already in the groove, and the witch-hunting instinct trivializes Alzheimer's.

"Can you do it tonight?"

Carmen's old face was smiling brightly, as his old buddy, the Witch's Grave, was back to its former glory.

"Ninety percent of the success."

"You say ninety percent, that's basically what it can do."

The drunk took a few gulps of wine and stood up.

"Let's go now?"

The Blood Bear's eyes seemed to glow, and he hadn't killed a witch in more than a decade.

"Of course."

Carmen and the other four did not call Su Xiao, the reason is very simple, there are only more than 20 witches, and the strongest is a fourth-stage witch, if you can't even deal with this, how can you talk about hunting doom.

Several old men walked to the carriage to get their weapons, but Carmen did not move, his weapon was the cane.

The Eye of the Apostle floated in the air, and Su Xiao was ready to see how these old witch hunters hunted witches.

Twenty minutes later, in a sheltered valley in a hollow, there were dozens of wooden houses, some of which had collapsed and were apparently inhabited infrequently.

It's a small bazaar for witches, and at the end of each month, witches exchange items here.

An ugly-looking synth lay in the valley, surrounded by pitch black, its nose twitching, as if it smelled something.

Sou~

A crossbow arrow shot out of the darkness, and before the synth could roar, it snapped its central nervous system, and the poison on the arrow caused it to go into rapid shock.

A dark shadow flashed through the night, and he stopped in front of the synth, grabbing the synth's claw pad and caressing it carefully.

"Sharp teeth, hook claws, and rock ash on the hair, it's a four-stage elemental system."

"Force them out."

Hearing this, the drunkard unwrapped the package on his back, took out two clay pots from the package, and after opening the clay pots, a puff of white smoke floated out, and he was standing upwind.

In a wooden room, a witch with a scar on her face sat abruptly when a cold light flashed from her neck.

Carmen limped out of the hut, the fourth-stage witch clutching her hands to her throat, cyan spreading down the wound to her head at a visible rate.

With a click, the cane in Carmen's hand tightened and turned into a cane again.

The fourth-stage witch is not weak, but it's a pity that she doesn't even have the opportunity to use the avatar.

Five minutes later, with a crisp click, the Blood Bear broke the neck of a witch, the wooden door behind him was pushed open, and the witch tomb carried the famous witch out of the wooden house.

The flames spread through the bazaar, and several old witch hunters, lame, drunkards, one-eyed dragons, and even Alzheimer's, walked out of the valley, but they were experts at witch hunting, the most experienced witch hunters alive.

Behind a wooden house, a frightened witch leaned against the wall, her body was somewhat translucent, and her presence was barely visible to the naked eye at night, and the witch was awakened by urine in the middle of the night to survive.

More than ten meters away, the witch's tomb who was just about to walk out of the valley sniffled and stopped, the old man obviously had some big eyes.

"It smells of witches."

"Nonsense, of course there is a witch smell here."

The Blood Bear wiped the blood from his hands and strode out of the valley.

"No, I mean alive."

The witch's grave turned its head sideways, and her crumpled old face was a little terrifying reflected by the firelight.