A raven could make one of the strongest men in the village look pained, and that sentence...... How could a raven speak!

"Don't make a fuss, it's not funny. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Your performance is terrible, Olaf. The people around me were smiling, but when they saw each other's pained expressions more and more, they began to feel that something was wrong.

"Help me...... Save...... Ahh

His skin resembled that of a fish being grilled over a campfire, its folds quickly becoming deformed. It's not a show anymore.

"Olaf, Olaf......" The people around finally reached out and pulled each other at this time.

But where is there any human form, a second ago he was a man more than two meters tall and strong, but now there is only a dry human skin left, and even the bones have melted.

After each incarnation, Wang Cuo could feel a sense of joy from the depths of his heart, although he had repeatedly rejected this feeling, it was like being engraved in his body.

Every time I use it, I feel more and more excited, aftertaste, and I can't stop it.

The hunger pangs disappeared from the body.

"Olaf, all gods are above. What the hell is wrong with you?" he listened to the voice in his ears, and the barbarians around him didn't know what was going on. Why is it that after only a moment, a strong warrior is left with only one skin?

I saw a raven fly above the heads of the two big-headed cavemen.

"Boom, ......," Wang Cuo laughed, his voice cold and piercing.

"Who's there?"

All the Harris stopped what they were doing, instinctively alerting their surroundings. I have to say that although this race is primitive and barbaric, it is actually a soldier of all the people, even children have such a reaction speed, and it is just an ordinary fishing village, what would it be like if it were a regular army! Wang Cuo can not imagine, no wonder human beings are helpless against them.

There was no one around, but there was a sound coming from just now.

After looking around the two cavemen, they finally stopped at the strange raven, and it was only the Manchus who noticed that the raven's eyes were red and glowed with blood.

"You're right...... Who the hell are you? Why are you coming to our turf? One of the strong men stared at him, the man who had just hugged the dead barbarian.

This kind of dialogue is not what Wang Cuo expected, and the person who first launched the attack is not called an attack, but a challenge.

Wang Cuo didn't speak, but the other party seemed to have decided that he had done it, and he slowly approached him, his hands spread out as if he was about to attack at any moment. But when he walked a few meters away from him, he suddenly stopped.

The two Tara people had closed their eyes in fear, they really didn't know what kind of monster was stopping on their heads, how dare it move the Harris people, you must know that no race in this region dares to directly challenge them, they are the overlords of the entire wilderness, the lord of this region. Any challenger will have to die under their iron fist.

"Do barbarians fear the night?" said the same voice.

This time, the surrounding barbarians finally saw clearly, it was indeed the raven, and it was the voice he made.

He is the murderer, whether it is a man or a woman, he is glaring at the black crow in front of him...... Black feathers, blood-red eyes, what kind of monster is it? Even the children of the barbarians bared their teeth with a ferocious look.

"Drink!" the man who had just stopped yelled. Attacking directly at Wang Cuo, he picked up the iron fork on the table, which was originally a cutlery inserted into a piece of meat, but it was already a deadly weapon for a raven.

Wang Cuo didn't expect the other party to really attack like this...... The barbarians are indeed a bloody race.

But it's a pity that this reckless attack method is not known to hurt, and there is no need to fly away. The king opened the raven's mouth by mistake, and a scorching ray that flashed in the darkness of the night pierced the man's chest.

"It's too weak, such a weak body is trying to challenge me!" Without magic, a simple brute force attack will not do any damage to oneself at all. A hideous smile appeared at the corner of Wang Cuo's mouth.

Hmm, why isn't the other party dead?

He looked at the barbarian who had penetrated his body, his neck was obviously crooked, and he stood up again in an instant.

"It's berserk, you get out of here. He gave his life to the God of War Dehara, and at this time they were the embodiment of immortality. The two big-headed men at his feet suddenly reminded themselves loudly.

It was the first time that the god of war, Dhara, had heard such a name.

At this moment, the other barbarians around suddenly stopped attacking, and all spread their legs to surround themselves and the barbarians in front of them, stretching out their hands and patting the muscles in their chests regularly.

"Huhu...... Ha ha...... Phew. ”

It's like some kind of ritual or witchcraft, encircling yourself and the other person in a circle. And the screams kept coming!

"No...... Fly away, they can't catch up with your strangers, don't fight the undead Harris, you're no match for them. The two big-headed men at their feet were already crying, as if they were already waiting for the verdict of death.

The magic ray stopped, and a huge hole was indeed pierced through the opponent's chest, and the flesh and blood were scorched. But he was still able to stand well, and his eyes had completely turned white.

"Drink, Dehara. He raised his hands in the air, and his voice was belched, perhaps from the incompleteness of his body, like a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat.

"Whew...... Call...... Ha...... Ha" As the man shouted loudly, the other barbarians around him jumped even more merrily.

I saw that the other party moved up slightly, and I don't know which onlooker threw two heads from behind, and was caught by the man.

"Dehara ......"

"Dehara!"

Everyone looked up at the sky and was calling the same name.

Wang Cuo flew back to the ground, at this time, to save these two 'big heads', he could no longer simply rely on the magic of the transformation form, it was time to show a little ability. Otherwise...... He stared at the other people around him, a barbarian could activate an immortal body, but what about the others, there were forty or fifty large and small barbarians around him.

Black hair, blood-red eyes, and drunken dazzle was the staff in him, with flames attached.

The black mage, the two 'big heads' who were tied up shouted at the same time in their hearts, it turned out to be a black mage, no wonder they would help themselves.

The black mage is also one of the dark alien races, although it is a human race, it is also a foreign race in the eyes of other alien races, theoretically it is a kind of faith, although they do not interact with each other, but they are not close to each other, if you see other dark alien races being caught, maybe you will really shoot.

After seeing Wang Cuo's appearance, a glimmer of hope for survival seemed to rise in the hearts of the two.

But with so many barbarians, how could he fight alone.

Wang Cuo looked at the other party's mutilated body, and the shadows of the two gradually came out of his body.