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Simoka screamed, and the dark red feathers on the heads of the other ten ravens detached from them. The dark red feathers also formed a circle and floated on the head of Semokha the Raven.

As soon as these things formed, Semocha's eyes glowed red, sweeping across a radius of five meters.

Wind Elves, Bows and Arrows, a Golden Section.

A piece of information came to the mind of the crow Semoka, and the ten dark red feathers also returned to the heads of the ten silver-level crows.

"How's it going, Lord Seymourca?"

One raven asked, and that was what the other nine ravens wanted to say. What I used just now is the secret method of their crow clan, as long as you use this in the place where the undead died, then you can know the information of the murderer.

"Luo, he didn't die at the hands of a human, but was shot with a bow and arrow by a golden wind elf. ”

The raven Simoka flicked his wings, and there was no expression on his bird's face. In comparison, the facial expressions of the other ten crows were much richer.

The Wind Spirit of the Golden Pitch ...... Dead!

Over the past few hundred years, there have been more than enough ravens in Norman, but none of those dead ravens have been shot.

"Master Semoka had a rule in Norman that we were not allowed to fly below a thousand meters above the ground. Luo, he must have broken the rules of Lord Seymourca to get to such an end. ”

"Shut your foul mouth! You think Lowe is as stupid as you are, and you will break this rule and kill yourself!"

"Of all our ravens, you are not only the stupidest, but also the most cowardly. You are in our Raven Clan, it is really a shame for our Clan!"

"You know that I'm telling the truth. ”

This time, Semoka the Raven didn't stop them from arguing, and in his current state, I'm afraid even the Golden Horn Soul Eater didn't know what he was thinking.

Raven Lo, who was able to sacrifice his soul at the moment of death, was to tell Lord Semocha where he died. It would be for them to do it with any of the ten ravens, and they probably wouldn't be able to do it.

It was the destruction of the soul, and even God could not cure it.

It is precisely because of this that the crows admire the crows and have the courage to have this. But the world of the dead is big, and there are all kinds of crows.

Among the ten ravens, one of them hated Raven Lo very much.

No, that's what happens now.

With a pair of nines, the outcome is naturally conceivable.

They don't think that the truth is in the hands of a few. In other words, they still believe that the Stygian Raven Luo was shot down with arrows by the elven archers of the golden section at an altitude of one thousand meters.

This......

Is it luck? Yes! It's luck!

They succeeded in convincing themselves with luck, and it was because of the elf's good luck that the elf hit the Raven Lo squarely.

As the voice of the argument diminished, Semocha, the Raven, who had been silent, spoke again.

"Tell me, what is the current situation, and where is that human being?"

Ten heads are better than one, and Semoka the Raven likes to let his men speak first, and then find the most useful of them and put them together.

“...... Lo was not killed by humans, but by the elves of the Golden Section. Luo sacrificed his soul again to let us find his location, that is to say, this golden elf should stay with humans now, otherwise Luo would not report it......"

“...... Didn't you say that, Lord Semoca, Lowe died at the hands of the Wind Elf, and judging from the nearby situation, this elf is likely to be from Massey Town......"

“...... With the golden elves by their side, this human should not go to the bottom of the Black Tripod or the Green Tripod Hope Flame, they should go to the nearest here, the Silver Tripod Hope Flame, which is the Skalle City ......"

The ten ravens continued to speak one by one, and Semocha the raven also extracted useful information.

As soon as the sound stopped, the heads of the ten ravens turned in one direction in unison.

About two thousand five hundred meters away from here, there was a human adventurer with a weapon at his waist, a large knife.

"Seems to be a silver-level human. ”

"I'll leave it to me, and you can rest here slowly. ”

A silver-level crow turned into a black lightning bolt and sprinted in a straight line. Now they hate dead humans and elves, so to speak. Now that there is a prey in front of them, how can they let it go?

When the other ravens saw their companions fly out, they wanted to act, but they didn't dare to do so. Master Semocha didn't say a word, and if there was a second Raven action, then he would have to bear the consequences.

In the words of their Lord Semocha, it was like this, "Since I can't even keep up with the reaction, then let me stay where I am!"

In the silence, the victory is sound.

Knowing Semocha, the Raven, they knew that the most important thing to do now was to stay where they were.

"Human, die at the bews of your Raven-sama!"

The middle-aged man, when he heard the sound, was not shocked.

This is the cry of the crow, how can this undead spirit appear in this place?

Unlucky, so unlucky!

The silver fighting spirit exploded in full force, and the voice came from directly in front of him. He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, his eyes fixed on the front, and the big knife was already raised above his head.

The black fog around him had too much impact on his eyesight, and the voice sounded for a long time, but he still didn't see the figure of the crow.

Here it comes!

Find the right time, and the middle-aged man went down with a knife. At the same time, the dead qi on the crow's body gathered its wings, and I saw his right wing raised, only to hear a ding, and a gap appeared in the knife in the middle-aged man's hand, and his whole person was shocked back several steps.

There was a tingling sensation in his hands, and then his eyes went black, and he fell to the ground.

It turned out that in that instant, the raven had passed through his heart.

At this moment, the raven, as the victor, is standing on his belly.

"The human race at the peak of the fourth stage of silver is so weak, in the hands of Uncle Crow, I can't hold it twice. ”

It didn't stay long on the middle-aged man's stomach, and the crow jumped directly on his head, grabbed one of his eyeballs with his mouth, and swallowed it directly.

"Delicious!"

The raven screamed, feeling a lot more than it sold, and then flapped its wings and flew back.

Every time the Raven kills humans, elves, dwarves, etc., he eats one of the other person's eyes.

The right-wing crow swallows the left eye, and the left-wing crow swallows the right eye.