Dry woods, desertified earth, hanged corpses, evil rituals, gray environments, twisted minds.

All of this comes together, tsk, I didn't expect that one day I would come here again - Troubled Stone City.

Yes, this is near Ranstone City, at the junction of the White Rock Province of the Duchy of Thorn Bird and the Crocksey Desert, a three-way zone, and in the Dark Ages, this is even more worthy of its name.

Croak......

A crow flew in and landed on Angela's shoulder, looking at Angela curiously.

Angela didn't move, and neither could she.

Perhaps because Angela is naturally affinity with the crow, the crow does not treat Angela like any other corpse.

Its sharp beak landed on Angela's head, combing Angela's hair, then pecking at the bugs that had fallen on Angela's shoulder, and then leaning against Angela's ear and dozing.

The rancid stench reached Angela's nostrils, letting Angela know that it looked like the crow had just had a full meal.

Also, guarding such a large forest full of corpses, it won't be starved anyway.

This crow was definitely not an ordinary crow, you know, after spending three days here, Angela had seen the only animal she had seen, apart from people and insects and wild beasts that had wandered around the woods, and that was this crow.

There is something strange about this wood, so that the other animals do not dare to come here, and even if there are wild beasts, they will only walk around the perimeter and leave quickly, and the only one who can penetrate here and use the flesh of these hanged corpses is this crow.

The sun gradually couldn't support it, and the setting sun shone on Angela's body, Angela actually felt a trace of warmth, and the long-term whistling wind and sand also stopped at this moment.

Angela blinked, and a tear welled up, moistening her eyes, which had been unusually dry from being open for a long time.

Finally, it's almost there.

The full moon rises and is cloudless, but due to the perennial wind and sand, the snow-white full moon looks a little hazy.

Bang!

A black shadow fell from the sky and slammed into the ground, a yellow leaf flying.

A crow rose into the sky, hovering in the air, "croaking", calming the fright in his heart.

Lying quietly on the ground, looking at the sky, the wind just now was a little noisy.

It's been a long time, it's been a long time since I've been so embarrassed, and I really feel a little nostalgic.

The crow crowed in the sky for a while, then fell, bouncing on Angela's body, gently pecking at Angela's cheek.

Angela blinked, and the crow stopped, and flew up the branch with a puff, motionless on the branch, and stared at Angela with dark eyes without blinking.

Angela closed her eyes, feeling a little tired and falling asleep.

"Quack ......"

Angela was awakened by the crow's shrill cry, only to see the crow constantly attacking the four men, and the four men drove the crow, and in the fight, large feathers fluttered in the wind.

One of them covered his eyes with one hand, stretched out the other dirty hand, and touched Angela with a strange smile on his face.

Angela raised her hand and grabbed his outstretched wrist.

The man's face was full of consternation, and then the consternation turned to pain.

"Ah!!h

Screams echoed through the trees, and his hands were like plasticine with a crisp cracking sound of bones, and then softened.

Angela let go of her hand, and the man retreated and sat on the ground.

Angela recognized him, he was the first of the four who appeared yesterday.

And next to it, on a tree, there was a fresh corpse dangling, this time an old man.

Tsk, it looks like they hanged their old man too.

A roar came, and as Angela shook her head, a man rushed over and struck Angela in the chest with a sword.

The clothes shredded, revealing a scarred body.

The blade breaks through the skin, enters the flesh, and is then blocked by the unusually strong bone, and cannot be entered.

The man took Angela two steps back, and Angela grabbed his sword, rolled it into the bulltongue, and easily pulled his sword into her arms.

The man couldn't stop and lunged at Angela.

Angie stretched out her hand, grabbed him by the neck, lifted it, and slammed it sideways as a shield.

An arrow flew and landed on the man's back.

Angela's five fingers clicked, the man's neck was twisted, his palm was released, Angela pulled his sword, threw it on the ground, and then stepped back, holding the hilt.

An axe slashed in front of her, and Angela stepped forward and stabbed out with her one-handed sword.

There was a scream, and the man holding the axe stepped back with his arm in his hands, and the axe fell to the ground.

Angela took another step forward, and the one-handed sword stabbed out again, and after a slight touch of resistance on his neck, she retracted like lightning, and took a square forward to her body, and with a clang, a little spark bloomed on the sword, and an arrow was bounced away.

The man with the axe clutched his neck, blood gurgling from between his fingers, and he slowly fell to his knees, his eyes straight.

Angela waved her hand, and the one-handed sword came out of her hand, hitting the chest of the man who was still bending his bow and arrow in a panic.

The man was struck by lightning, pierced by a one-handed sword, and was carried backwards to the ground, his eyes wide open, and his mouth opened to scream, but he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, the one who had been hit by a sword in the throat curled and fell to the ground.

The leader watched all this in horror, and when he saw that his brothers were dead, he came to his senses, dragged his weak legs and feet, turned his head and ran.

Then, he heard the wind rise behind him, and it was getting closer.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, he looked hideous, and suddenly pulled out the polished shiny dagger from his waist and turned around to swing it.

Angela turned sideways, reached out and grabbed the palm of the hand where he was holding the dagger, and with a twist, the dagger came out of her hand and was caught by the other hand.

Angela stepped forward and stepped back.

The leader stiffened, lowered his head, and the dagger was stuck in his chest, and the blade of the dagger was all submerged in his body, leaving only one handle outside.

The leader's eyes widened, he grasped the handle of the dagger, gasped, and fell to the ground.

"Quack quack ......"

The crow fell from the sky and landed on Angela's shoulder, Angie stretched out her hand and touched his little black head, the crow squinted and rubbed his head.

Call!

Angela breathed a sigh of relief and sat down without any image, while the crow flew up again and landed on the branch, looking around vigilantly, looking like she was helping Angela to keep watch.

Angela gasped for breath and struggled to regain her strength.

Her body moved, but the effects of the power of time and space still affected her.

The magic power is completely unusable, not to mention the special energy, and she consumes a lot of physical strength every time she moves, especially when fighting, the physical energy consumption is especially intense, and the strength is also limited and cannot be fully used.

Fortunately, the strength of her body is still there, and the self-healing ability on her body is beginning to work, and the scars all over her body are slowly scabbing over.

After a long while, Angela stood up, and the crow fell, and flew around Angela, and if on Angela's shoulder, pecked Angela on the cheek, and flew towards the depths of the forest.

Angela understood what it meant, and she didn't feel any malice from the crow, nor from the depths of the forest, so she chased after it with a little staggering.