Uncle Zhou did not die a single soldier, and it only took half a day to capture the Rat Village. When he led the team to enter this place, he first went to confirm the cellar where Rubio found the grain.

The cellar is in the main residence of the village leader Schroeder, and Rubio's son Seth personally leads Zhou Qingfeng. It was built rather secluded, with the ground closed with planks and covered with a thick layer of frozen soil.

If it weren't for the stinky attack launched by Zhou Qingfeng that was too fierce and broke the will of the people in the village in one fell swoop, he really couldn't find it just by looking for him.

At the cellar site, the frozen soil was melted away by a burning fire, and the closed planks were dug up. Wheat flour in sacks is constantly being shipped out. After only a crude inventory, the food problem that had been hanging in Zhou Qingfeng's heart was finally alleviated.

I have food in my hands, and I don't panic in my heart!

Seth followed Zhou Qingfeng's side and asked in a low voice, "Master, no one knows about this batch of grain except us now." ”

"Make this news public." Zhou Qingfeng understood what Seth meant, but he said firmly: "Tell everyone in our camp that we have enough food to support a week." ”

"But ......"

"As long as I can use others for my purposes, I don't mind being taken advantage of. Tonight's meal is a little more hearty, and there is no need to mix sawdust in the bread. It must be that everyone is well fed and happy, that is, to celebrate today's victory. ”

Seth followed his father and indirectly played for Zhou Qingfeng for several days. He was wooden, inferior, and timid, but he witnessed all kinds of different and magical abilities of the boy, and he himself asked his father to recommend himself to 'Master Hugo'.

Not to mention that there is no one in the Black Forest who can match the abilities of His Excellency Hugo. Even in Coldwind City, Seth had never seen a nobleman who was more intelligent and had a more leadership temperament than Zhou Qingfeng.

When the Ratty Village was blown down, Seth could not resist his urge to take refuge. He hoped that the knowledge and abilities he had learned in Coldwind City could be used as a stepping stone to his progression, following a truly powerful but still infamous nobleman.

But Zhou Qingfeng's peculiarity can only be more deeply experienced by those who are in direct contact with him. Other people hide some good things, but he wants to take them out and share them with everyone. Others take him as the wronged leader, and he is still happy to do it.

Seeing that Seth was a little incomprehensible, Zhou Qingfeng had to explain, "To be the leader is to let his subordinates keep taking advantage, stimulate their enthusiasm for fighting, and at the same time avoid their greed from being over-inflated." There's no way to be the boss with a stingy guy. ”

Different statuses have different ways of thinking. Seth was like being struck by lightning, as if a new world had been opened in his head. Although he was very reluctant, he seemed to understand a little bit of Zhou Qingfeng's principle of doing things, and he was trying to find an explanation for this principle.

The same thing is happening in the stucco village.

McCann tracked Zhou Qingfeng to Iron Furnace Village, but failed to get rid of the teenager. Before he could find a chance to strike again the next day, an army of hundreds of people came out of the Iron Furnace Village, aiming directly at the Violent Rat Village.

Most of the energy of the Bann Church and the Magru tribe was figuring out how to capture the hard-boned White Raven Village, but unexpectedly, another wave of forces appeared in the Black Forest and stabbed themselves directly from behind.

Before the village was besieged, Schroeder reported the situation to the church leaders in the stucco village, saying that there was a wave of self-defeating debris running to find their own way. He didn't ask for reinforcements at all, just announced.

McCann, who had a stinking stomach, fled from the Rat Village in embarrassment. When he arrived in the village of Stucco in the afternoon, the Mursi of the Bann Church and the Shaman Zur of the Magru Tribe. Grayskin didn't take Schroeder's briefing seriously.

The Mursi priest is having a headache for the long-delayed White Crow Village. The Greyskin Shaman was troubled by the fact that he had a large number of goblins, but he had never been able to mobilize many troops.

Outcome......

"The Rat Village has been captured? The enemy has hundreds of adventurers as the main force? And trebuchets? ”

The chief priest and the shaman were in the village council hall, and when they heard the news, they were furious.

Waves of sound echoed through the dark and cold hall, one cracking, the other muffled. The two voices kept clashing, and McCann felt a tightness in his chest, and he vomited blood—I shouldn't have come back to report if I knew this was the case.

McCann regretted his death, he was losing half his life by the hidden spiritual concussion anger of the two strong men, and when he felt the light in front of him, the goblin shaman with his back suddenly appeared in front of him, and the skeletal staff in his hand pointed at his head.

Before ......, McCann could barely shout half a voice, and he couldn't move as if he had been immobilized—the skull staff touched the shamanic witchcraft of his brain's memories and projected them into the hall.

The black-robed Mursi priest also slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pointed to the projection, and McCann's memory began to regress. The first thing that plays is that he is dizzy from the stink bomb on the wall of Tyrant Village, and then he is assassinated in the dark night of Iron Furnace Village.

Then there's the ambush trap outside the Grey Village, and the unexpected conversation in the Raven Village.

Zhou Qingfeng and McCann have only been in contact with each other four times, and each time they met was brief. But whether it is the chief priest with a ravine-covered face or an old and ugly goblin shaman, the more you look at it, the more ugly your face becomes.

"How did the boy do that?" Mursi's tone was low and serious, and his black robe was windless, "The first time McCann saw him, that kid obviously didn't understand anything. In just a few days, he brought an army to attack us. ”

Zur. Grayskin's eyes turned blood-red, filled with confusion and fear. It stared at Zhou Qingfeng's face tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "We're really in trouble." This kid may be the reincarnation of a strong man, or he may be possessed by an evil demon, or he may be ......"

After pondering for a long time, Mursi said the last possibility in his thoughts, "It is also possible that the Holy One has come." ”

The Sage is the embodiment of the gods when they walk in the human world, and they naturally possess extremely powerful strength, which is by no means something ordinary people can fight against.

The goblin shaman nodded slightly, then shook his head again, "Sage? It shouldn't be a sage. Even if the gods with weak divine power descend in the form of a saint, they are extremely powerful. If he is a saint, he can kill us two directly. ”

"So what now? If that young man really commanded hundreds of adventurers to kill him, he would not be able to resist it with our strength. Now there is a shortage of manpower everywhere, and there is no way to spare troops to fight another battle. ”

Mursi frowned and spoke of the current predicament of the Bane church. What was thought to be an easy victory is now becoming more and more distant.

"Don't worry, I'll meet this boy myself and get a feel for how good he really is. If I could, I would like to have his head cut off and dedicated to my lord. Whatever his origins, our lord will love his blood and soul. ”

The goblin shaman let out a rattling laugh. Illuminated by the torches in the hall, a large, terrifying shadow flickered behind his rickety body, twisting and dancing with its laughter.

"What about this shit?" Mursi pointed to McCann, who was slumped on the ground, "He failed to live up to my expectations and failed to complete the task." ”

McCann stiffened, but his eyes were still rolling, but he couldn't plead but could not, only to watch as the goblin shaman pointed the skeletal staff at him with a cruel grin.

Zur. Grayskin snorted and sneered, "The incompetent loser is not qualified to live, let him become an undead assassin." He's going to get stronger. ”

With a slight touch of the skull staff, McCann was quickly stripped of his life force, his skin instantly turning gray, and his eyes losing their luster.

Before he died, fear and hatred filled the thief's brain. The power of the god of tyranny poured into his body, his skin cracked, his flesh bloomed, bone spurs protruded, and his entire body instantly alienated.