The two of them walked along the path towards the forest.

There are countless forks in the path.

Along the way, William gave Tom the idea of which way to go.

Tom was not afraid to take on the task.

Before you know it, the shade is getting denser and the light is getting thinner.

The two came to a certain tree.

Under the big tree were three small crows covered in scales, fluttering their wings.

And above the tree, there was a bird's nest, and two old crows were croaking there.

William's pupils shrank suddenly, and sure enough, it came, those three key little crows!

The protagonist's aura is really different, there are so many places in the forest where crows exist, but Tom still brought him here.

Is this what fate directs?

William didn't know.

He looked intently, carefully observing the three little crows.

Unlike the two old crows above, which are completely black, the feathers of these three little crows are a blue color, and there is an insignificant wind formation between the flicking of their wings.

"It's Warcraft again......" William muttered to himself, his eyes complicated.

Not counting the Kingdom of Florence, let's just say that after a year of traveling in the Tatarian Alliance, William has hardly seen Warcraft.

As a result, he came to the Kingdom of Bucharest, and demonic beasts appeared in his eyes one after another.

This left William a little speechless.

He looked up at the trees, and two old crows stood at the edge of the nest, croaking, and the bird's eyes were looking at the ground.

In them, William did not see any wind forming.

The magic mirror also confirmed this, these two old crows did not have magic fluctuations on their bodies, and they did not belong to the Demon Beast.

In other words, these three little crows are likely to be atavistic phenomena, awakening the bloodline of their ancestors and becoming Warcraft crows that can slightly control the wind.

"Since there is a wind force when you wave your wings, then let's call you wind crows." William said silently in his heart.

At this moment, Tom walked up to William with a distressed look on his face and looked at him in a daze.

"What's wrong, Tom?" William sensed this and asked.

"Lord Zorro, these little crows are very pitiful!" Tom's eyes were full of sympathy as he looked at the little crows underground.

"Oh! You name it! ”

"These little crows can't get enough to eat, and they were pushed down by their parents, the two old crows above." Tom looked up at the two old crows in the tree.

In fact, William asked knowingly.

William also understood the conversation between the old crow and the little crow.

When he first came here, William heard the old crows angrily scolding the little crows, "You lazy and useless things! Get me out! ”

"We can't feed you anymore. You've all grown so big that you should feed yourselves. ”

And a few little crows were crying out aggrievedly, "What a pity we are! No one can help us. We have to feed ourselves, but we can't even fly! What else can we do but lie here and starve to death? ”

From the dialogue between them, William's imaginative mind automatically sketched a picture of the growth process of the crow raising its young:

The three little crows burst out of their eggs, which brought great joy to the two crows, even though they were greener.

Children need enough food to grow.

So the two old crows got up early every day and looked for food, found bugs or carrion, and fed their three precious crows!

Little by little, time passed.

Normal baby crows are supposed to grow up to be able to hunt independently, but this is not the case with these three baby crows.

Awakening the bloodline of the distant ancestors, while turning the three little crows into magical beasts, it also prolonged the maturity time of the three little crows, and the demand for food increased.

The three little crows were waiting to be fed, but the two old crows were getting more and more unsupportive.

Finally, one day, when there was a serious shortage of food, two old crows broke out, and they thought that the three little old crows were too lazy to learn to fly and hunt.

They were ruthless and pushed the three little crows off their nests, hoping that fear would make them spread their wings and soar into the sky.

However, they miscalculated.

The three little crows spread their wings, but their immature wings could not stir up and fly with great effort.

The three little crows fell to the ground, but fortunately, the wind generated between the wings slowed down their descent speed, so that they barely survived, instead of becoming three crows that "jumped over trees" and died.

And at this time, William and Tom came over.

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"Can't get enough to eat? What about Tom, are you going to feed them? William asked.

"Yes, Lord Zorro." Tom admitted.

"How are you going to feed them? Catch bugs, or ......" William asked, pretending not to know Tom's intentions.

"Neither!" Tom denied it.

"And you're going to do that?" William asked again.

"Lord Zorro, I'm going to kill the horses and feed these poor little crows!" Tom hesitated for a moment, then spoke resolutely.

"Tom, are you kidding?" William said pretentiously.

"No, Lord Zorro, I'm serious." Tom gave William a serious look, then turned his gaze to the two horses behind him.

"We will soon be at the border, and we will soon enter the territory of the Duchy of Loria! The role of horses is not so great anymore! Moreover, these two horses are a hidden danger in the end, and if the king knows about it, then we are in danger. Tom said to William.

In fact, it is only Tom who is at risk.

Tom was afraid to let the king know that he had eaten his white snake meat, but William never showed his ability to listen to animal language.

In addition, the unknown secret in the king's heart is destined that he will not really exert a hot hand on William!

Either way, Tom is determined to kill the animal spies, just in case.

The little crow's affair was just a fitting fit for him.

Even if there is no such thing as a little crow, he will do it!

He would have done it a long time ago!

It's just that William's peers now can't make a decision on the spot.

It makes sense that Tom had to ask William's opinion.

William knew in his heart that Tom was right, but he couldn't pretend to agree with Tom right away.

He pondered for a moment, looking hesitant, and after a moment seemed to make up his mind.

"Well, Tom, just do as you say! I hope you don't let me down! ”

"Lord Zorro, this is the right decision you made, any potential problems, completely eliminated!" Tom swore to William, and he drew an iron sword from his waist and walked over to his horse.

With a "whoosh", the sword shadow flashed.

The iron sword stabbed into the horse's neck quickly, accurately, and fiercely.

Tom's brown horse neighed in grief and then fell to the ground.

Tom drew his iron sword, and the horse's blood gushed out!

He turned around and saw a dark shadow descending from the sky.

It turned out that Tom's killing of the horse alarmed the black horse next to him, the one that William was riding.

The black horse's front hooves leap high and are about to kick Tom.

Tom didn't have time to react.

It was then that William moved.

An afterimage appeared on the spot, and the man appeared next to the black horse.

He didn't make any fancy moves, just a flat punch, and the last shot came first, hitting the head of the dark horse.

"Boom!"

There was only a muffled sound heard, and the black horse was beaten sideways and flew out, falling heavily to the ground, and died directly without even making a whine.

William withdrew his arm faintly.

Unscathed, Tom swallowed hard, "Lord Zorro......"

He finally understood, why did King Cross win over Zorro so much?

It's not like the power that humans should have!

Only the rumored giants can match!