Unaware of her magical imprint, or the fact that she had led a party from the kingdom of Karen into the hermitage, Nora wanted nothing more than to escape the camp and return to her mother and elders. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She spent the night walking through the woods with her hands and feet, her eyes able to see at night allowed Nora to clearly discern her surroundings, and when the sun rose, a tired Nora finally entered the territory of the tribe.

It is said to be a territory, but in fact it is just a temporary shelter after countless relocations. The "territory", which is indistinguishable from the surrounding woodland, has no man-made structures, and if it weren't for the "tents" woven with leaves woven from the surrounding trees to keep out the rain, I am afraid that no one would think that it was inhabited.

In fact, Nora's more than 200 people live in this woodland within a radius of only 300 meters.

When Nora entered the woodland, she could see that many of her people were turning their heads to look at her, their eyes numb and calm. No one here has had enough to eat, prolonged hunger has left almost everyone skinny, and there are even people who have begun to lose their teeth due to malnutrition before the age of forty. Their clothes were in tatters, and most of them chose to wear animal skins directly over their bodies to keep out the rain.

"Nora is back, did you find food?"

Nora breathed a sigh of relief when she finally saw her mother, but in the face of her question, Nora could only shake her head and reply: "I'm sorry Mom, I was busy coming back from the road and couldn't find food." ”

There are differences between their languages and lingua franca, but if you look closely, there are actually similarities in some syllables, which are obviously the product of the evolution of a long period of geographical isolation. However, Nora and most of her people have not been in contact with "humans" since birth, so they don't know the difference.

"Oh... That's it..."

Nora's heart was distressed by her mother's gloomy gaze. She also had a younger brother who was not very old, but since this younger brother was born, the living conditions of the ethnic group have been getting worse and worse, and the number of times she has been able to eat meat in the last three years is only a handful, and last year she finally died because she could not survive the winter, which hit her mother very hard, and she was less than forty years old, but her face was haggard as if she had grown old.

Nora couldn't help but think of the bowl of hot broth, if her brother could eat such food, I'm afraid he would still survive...

Unable to settle down, they have forgotten how to farm, and most of them have to feed on sour wild fruits and mushrooms. The hunting party used to be quite large, but in recent years it has often gone and never returned, and now it has shrunk to the limit—Nora believes that if a few more adult men who can hunt die, the rest of the tribe will have no hope of surviving.

But how can this situation be changed?

She didn't know, maybe only the elders knew.

Remembering her experience of escaping death, she hurried to the center of the tribe's residence to find the "Elder". The so-called "elders" actually live in "tents" on trees. There was no such thing as a harsh hierarchy here, and Nora climbed the trunk of the tree and announced her name outside the "tent", only to be answered and hunched over and climbed in.

The Elder's name was Luther, and his appearance was quite different from that of the other tribesmen - the biggest difference was that the Elder did not have that tail, but had several pairs of horns on the top of his head, and was taller.

There are still some people in the clan who don't have tails like the elders, but many of them die because they are too old to survive the winter. The elder was the youngest of them, but he was now in his nineties, and his gray hair and loose skin were indicative of his age.

"Nora, what's the matter?"

Elder Luther slowly opened his eyes, most of the time he had closed his eyes and recuperated, only when the hunting party returned to preside over the distribution of prey.

Nora didn't dare to hesitate and honestly told her story, but after she finished speaking, she felt that the elder's expression was a little solemn...

"Elder?"

"Now go and inform everyone, we are ready to transfer. ”

"Uh, Elder, why—"

"Go now!"

Elder Luther's face darkened. In the Tasman exile for so many years, this kind of deliberate release after the pursuit of the means is not uncommon, if the qualified hunter will definitely not return to the group recklessly, but now the hunters are insufficient, can only be transferred to these young people with reasonable physical fitness to supplement the front line, I didn't expect to meet such a coincidence of the guy who shouldn't be provoked...

He knew the relationship between the Tasman undead and the "lamb", so he also knew that the "spell" guy could not be messed with. For now, the only way to do this is to get out of here quickly...

"Perhaps... Can't run any longer?"

He knew that there were no qualifications to fight hard with just two hundred old and weak women and children, but remembering the reason why he had changed from a human being to the way he is now, he couldn't help but think about the choice he had hesitated for a long time in his heart again...

But the screams that came from suddenly made him stunned.

"Ahh

He jumped out of the tent and found a figure rushing in all around the woodland!

The cold sweat that had not been seen in many years almost instantly soaked his back, and the increasing rain made his hands and feet cold—Nora, who had just stepped out of the tent, was also stunned, and she watched as a group of tall men in armor appeared as if from a nightmare, and rushed into the camp with a scream...

The hunting party was on their way out at this time, and there was basically no combat power to speak of if they stayed here. The slightly stronger ones, except for Elder Luther and five or six hunters of the older generation, were the only young women of Nora's level left.

The rest of the barbarian soldiers, who were barely able to resist before they were torn off the trees like sacks. Their instinctive resistance fell on the armor and had no effect other than to cause a "clanging" noise.

The sound of horses' hooves on the other side of the camp made Elder Luther even more desperate to escape, even if he could escape ten or twenty, he would die in the dangerous jungle sooner or later, what was the difference between this and not escaping?

After all these years of hiding in Tibet, seeing that all his lives were about to die here today, Luther couldn't help but have the idea of "fighting to the death" - he roared angrily, and his originally loose and thin body suddenly swelled under the action of a certain force, and his body actually grew from the original 1.8 meters to about 2.5 meters.

"Demonization!"

The three pairs of horns on the top of his head also expanded outward by more than ten centimeters, and the steely muscles and bone plate armor born from his shoulders made him extremely imposing, and the nails of his hands were half a meter long, and at a glance, they looked like a row of sharp sickles!

It was the first time Nora had seen the elder attack with all his might, and this strong appearance made her stunned in place, and a kind of confidence in her heart was born that "the enemy is dead".

And Luther is indeed strong, he rushed towards Elwin, the tallest of the barbarian soldiers, and smashed on the shield with a "bang" blow, and the second and third blows as fast as lightning smashed into Elwin's chest, and after the "bang, bang" impact, the huge Erwin was knocked out alive, and rolled several times before he got up with a disgraced face...

"Bah, if the boss hadn't let him kill, damn..."

His swearing was in the spoken language of the barbarians, which Luther did not understand, so the elder continued to lead the five or six old hunters who had also transformed into a rush towards the line of barbarian soldiers—but before they had taken a few steps, a succession of arrows flew in front of them.

Nora's legs went limpy with the sound of arrows tearing through the air, and she realized that she had brought disaster to her clan, but there was no room for recovery. She tried to run away, but after taking two steps back, she was stopped by the sharp-eared elf who had been chasing after her...

"I'll fight with you!"

She hysterically wanted to resist, but in the face of Nata's skilled joint skills, she was defeated after three moves without training, and was directly pressed to the ground to subdue her. In despair, Nora struggled to look up at Elder Luther, but saw only his last resistance from the beast.

In fact, this can't be called a "fight" at all, after Roddy's "Force Field Impact Arrow" cast energy, it directly blasted out several elders who had transformed into demons, and before they could get up, Merin Sera's "Wind Bondage" tied up all the guys in the field of vision who tried to escape or resist one by one...

This kind of existence with no equipment, no magic, and no force value is basically indistinguishable from a scarecrow in the eyes of Merinthera. The ten necromancers were even more free to trap the scattered and fleeing creatures with arcane art. Among them, only Akasha walked gracefully on the battlefield, occasionally raising her hand to cast spells, but she was treating the overinjured "xeno".

After all, Luo Di ordered that no one should die as much as possible, and the barbarian soldiers were sometimes prone to accidental casualties if they couldn't hold their hands.

In less than ten minutes, only sobs and moans remained on the entire battlefield. Luther's forehead was bleeding, and his body had returned to its original emaciated appearance. He gasped and was pushed to his knees by Erwin, his spirit even more sluggish than before.

What will greet you... Imprison, kill, or transform into the undead?

Who are these people? Human? But do humans know magic? Or are they all undead?

He didn't know the answer in his head, the only thing that was clear was that he and his people would eventually die, and the grief and indignation in his heart were difficult to hide. But when the imposing figure with a short bow on his back walked in front of him, he saw the other party staring at the top of his head for a long time.

Just as he was wondering about the other party's intentions, the cold gaze had already moved to his face:

"You're the leader, aren't you? How did you get infected?"

Luo Di frowned and asked this sentence, then realized the language problem, and asked more: "Can you understand my words?"

As the words fell, Elder Luther trembled like chaff.

Both humans and the undead of Tasman speak Bringgar, and although Luther has been out of human society for decades, the slightly strangely accented lingua franca is recognizable - and it is not Roddy's accent that excites him, but the message in the other's words...

"Y-How do you know about the 'infection?'!"

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I see that some book friends said that they didn't see me notifying the break, so I sent the group number again, and asked me in the group if I had something, and I would notify the group if I had something. [Roddy's Hearthstone Driver Brigade] Group Number: 239443128 (To be continued.) )