The seasons are not evident in the wilderness, but the days are hot and the evenings are cool. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

So it's perfect for sleeping at night, and when you fall asleep, you don't want to get up again.

Wang Cuo, who was in a state of soul, looked at the pasture in front of him, this area was rich in water and grass, and there were three large barbarian tribes, and this pasture was where they raised livestock.

The barbarians love to eat meat and hardly eat anything other than meat. So the larger the tribe, the more livestock they raise.

Wang Cuo stood right in front of them, already in the form of a god of death...... The grass he walked on gradually withered.

The magic book on his waist whispered, like the chant of death in the night. It was taken out by the king.

The skull on the cover was still shouting excitedly, and he flipped through the pages of the book one by one, and his slender pure white fingerbones grasped the pages that looked thick and heavy...... Mora, Joon, and Olaf. Each one is a puppet after being turned around by his own commander.

The next is a blank page.

There's so much more to use, and this magic book is like a hole that can never be filled, always trying to get more souls for yourself.

"Then you can do it yourself, in the way you like best. Hahaha......" Wang Cuo smiled and threw the magic book into the air, the book was actually floating in mid-air, and then light blue light smoke gathered from all directions, which was the soul of the animal that had been absorbed.

Go on, more! You have to learn more!

Wang Cuo's smile became even more hideous, and at the same time, he was also casting spells on the animals around him...... Animals are not as physically physical as humans, and as long as they dilute their lives, they can only collapse to the ground, and finally use avatars or curses to squeeze them into pieces of hairy flesh.

If the war can't begin, then I'll bring them in.

He smiled and then expanded the scope of the release.

All night, only faint animal cries could be heard in the wilderness, but no one noticed anything unusual. Anyway, at night, you can often hear the excited cries of these beasts 'moving'.

........................

Early the next morning, when the first barbarian to come out of the tent saw the scene outside.

"Oh no! The 'raw meats' are dead. He screamed loudly and woke up the others who were still asleep.

When the barbarians hunted their prey, they would first cut off their heads or wrench the animal's body with their bare hands, and then first drank the animal's still hot blood, so all food for them was called 'raw meat'.

Everyone examined the dead animal carcasses, and all that was left was the flesh and skin, not even flesh.

"Whoever did it, who did it!" shouted the leader of the barbarian tribe, pinching the flesh in his hand.

No one dared to answer and could not answer this question.

"I'm going to find him, I'm going to find him. ”

Livestock is the basis for the survival of barbarian tribes, and without food supplements, they can only go hunting in the wild, or go to the distant ocean, but their places are either too far away or too casual to meet the daily food of so many people.

"Chief, what are we going to do? What are we going to do without food, so many of us old people and children. Someone asked.

The leader of the barbarians was a tall, bearded man, dressed in a fur coat that distinguished him from the others, and looked much more stable than the other barbarians.

"Raw meat is our food storehouse, it seems that someone is deliberately targeting us, who could it be?, who else would dare to oppose us in this wilderness?" thought the barbarian leader, and around him were several tall men of strong physique, all with various animal bones and jewelry, very different from other ordinary barbarian men.

"Could it be the tribes in the west, they have always looked down on us, and now they are coming back for revenge after being defeated by us!" said one of the men.

"Unlikely, if it were them. The only way to gain our approval is to defeat us openly, and even if we win by such indiscriminate means, we will be despised by the other small tribes, and no one wants to follow a sinister and cunning leader. ”

"That's right, it won't be the tribes of the West. It can't be our Harris!" Apparently the man's words were echoed by the other minor leaders.

"Who would have done that, could it be that there are other races in the wilderness who would dare to attack us...... The insects in the ground? they don't bother to go up to the ground, and they're not afraid to come, the dragons? that's even more impossible, these little animals can't stuff between their teeth, and we have always been in awe of their power, and the dragons won't do anything with us. ”

"Tell me, who else?"

After a period of analysis, several leaders thought it couldn't happen to them, but it did. Could it still be a ghost?

"Chief, there's a discovery. ”

After several leaders discussed, a messenger rushed over.

"What's the matter?"

"To the east, in the Agus Mountains, the corpse of one of our Harris was found, with a dagger stuck in it. He presented the dagger to several of the leaders present.

Short and lean, but in the hands of the Harris it was not much bigger than a needle and thread.

The dagger in the barbarian's hand was exactly what the Charr had given him as a parting gift when he was in the Tara camp.

It's just the right size, and it looks exactly like what humans use.

"Little human. Someone was the first to remember, and at the same time to remind the other leaders around him.

Why, no one, so nobody thought of this place.

Everything was so logical, all the 'raw meat' died, and then the corpses of the same people were found in the border mountains not far away.

"He must have done it, the little humans are the most frustrated, and they must have done it if they were always trying to occupy the realm of the wilderness. They are going to kill all our sources of food, so that we will starve us alive, and then they will send troops back. What a scumbag. ”

"Yes, it's them. It must be them!"

Others agree with this statement.

The barbarian leader didn't speak, he looked at the opinions made by several small leaders. Finally banged on the table.

"Bring up that dead compatriot. ”

"What's the matter, Chief, shouldn't we rush into the land of the little men and rob them of their food, then kill their men, take their women captive and roast them!"

One of the leaders patted his chest and said, looking impatient.

"Wait, I'm going to see how they kill our countrymen. ”

The body was brought up, it was Olaf who was under the control of the king, and he was lying quietly on the ground, with wounds on his hands and feet. Most conspicuously, a black pattern was drawn on his chest, and the energy of magic was still in his body.

The barbarian leader looked at it for a moment, and finally slapped it heavily on the stone.

"This group of tricksters are also coming to make trouble, and I will make them pay!"

Yike...... All the while, the black raven flew up from the tent next to it.

Although the sun was still shining, Wang Cuo vaguely felt that there was a wind blowing from the direction of the sea in the east.

The wind is blowing!