A few more days later, one morning, when the first rays of the morning sun fell on the earth, the vines, which had become as thick as a child's wrist, suddenly trembled, and the leaves quickly turned yellow and fell, and in a few moments the fields surrounding the village were already full of fallen leaves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the leaves withered, the green vines began to change color and become golden, as if they had gathered the sunlight they had absorbed for a long time. Just looking at those golden vines makes people feel a little warmth in their hearts.

The villagers cheered and began the harvest, cutting the vines about a palm's height from the ground and cutting them into sections, each about half an arm's length. The sections of the vines fall with golden-white powder, and many villagers take two bites at harvest time, which seems to be their staple food.

However, Sui Xiong noticed that there were no children picking up the vines that were cut off to eat. This made him silently give a bad review of the taste of those vines - children are the most innocent, and they will happily pick and eat even wild fruits that are eight parts sour and two parts sweet. Since they had no interest in the vines, they must have tasted very uninteresting as well.

Harvesting the vines was obviously a hard job, and the lumberjacks were sweating profusely. The children and women were busy collecting the yellowed leaves, grinding them with a stone mill and turning them into a gray-yellow pulp, and carrying them to the stone hut one by one, not knowing what to do with them.

There were many vines around the village, and the harvest lasted for three days. When all the vines were left to make their last turn close to the village, the villagers stopped harvesting and began to prepare for other things.

They gathered the old men and children who lacked combat effectiveness, dressed them in clothes soaked in gray-yellow pulp, and gathered them in a few relatively solid wooden houses, in front of which were statues similar to those on the roofs of stone houses, and there were several buckets of pulp beside them, and they didn't know what they were doing.

And the young adults, both men and women, are busy eating and drinking. This time, instead of the usual batter, which is probably made from vine crushed powder, they ate air-dried chicken from a stone house. It seems that the chicken is not delicious, and everyone is sad to eat, but everyone is trying to eat more, maybe to ensure physical strength.

"Looks like the battle is just around the corner. Sui Xiong nodded secretly, he had already thought about it, when the time came, he would appear as a friendly giant beast with strong strength but not very exaggerated, for which he might need to deliberately suppress a little strength, but it was still very cost-effective compared to being too powerful and making the villagers panic.

Suppressing strength is very simple, just modify the subtle structure of the muscles a little bit to reduce the efficiency of the force. He wasn't worried about danger, he hadn't come across anything dangerous after all this time in the Black Forest. What's more, his most powerful means is not a strong physical body, but ice magic, with ice magic as a hole card, it doesn't matter if the physical body is weak.

When everything was ready, it was getting dark.

The villagers closed the gate of the wooden fence tightly, and some particularly strong villagers waited near the gate with weapons in hand. Some able-bodied villagers climbed up to the house and looked out for it. Inside the village, around the fence, a bonfire was lit every few steps, and almost every bonfire was guarded by a villager.

The blazing fire illuminates the surroundings and brings plenty of warmth and more importantly, a sense of security.

The night in the Black Forest is cold and dangerous, and for the night watchman, fire is indispensable.

When the moon slowly rose, Sui Xiong, who was lurking in the depths of the woods, felt a strange aura.

Approaching the clearing of the village, a chaotic and cloudy magic was condensing. Although every night, the black forest would condense magic power to form a black mist, but it was the first time he had seen such a powerful magic power.

In the Black Forest, condensing magic turns the bones of the ground into moving skeletons. So, what happens with such a powerful magic?

The answer was soon revealed, and he clearly felt that countless skeletons were slowly forming underground, and it would not be long before they broke through the ground.

"Strange...... How could there be so many bones in the ground around the village, and where did these bones come from? I didn't find them before......"

Sui Xiong muttered to himself suspiciously, he wasn't worried that those skeletons would pose a threat to him, he just couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that the bones of death can still move underground?

This world is so weird!

After a few more moments, the skeletons had coalesced and slowly floated towards the ground. This is also completely contrary to physics, dirt is not water, skeletons are not fish, why can they penetrate the soil directly, just like swimming?

Sui Xiong watched the development of the situation as he pondered.

As the skeletons approached the ground, the roots of the vines that remained in the farmland glowed with a faint golden light, forming a protective shield that stopped them.

The shield didn't last long, and the thick magic quickly gathered from all directions, canceling each other out. In no more than an hour, the golden shield was completely eroded by magic, and the roots of those vines all withered and turned into black sawdust.

"No wonder we left a ring of vines near the village, it seems that it was also for defense. Sui Xiong nodded secretly, "These villagers are worthy of being a people who can live in the Black Forest, and they have been prepared for a long time. ”

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little worried.

If the villagers easily crushed the enemy, wouldn't he be able to make an appearance?

If you don't wait for the right opportunity, it will become more difficult to get in touch with the villagers......

But Sui Xiong soon found that his worries were unnecessary, and the magic condensed around the village became stronger and stronger, and more and more skeletons rose from the ground, gradually numbering in the thousands. Seeing this terrifying number, we knew that no matter how well the village was defended, it would inevitably face a bitter battle.

His chance to play will come soon.

Thousands, that's a wonderful word.

Even a child doesn't feel anything special when it appears in a book, but when it becomes a reality and appears in front of you, even the best warriors will be amazed.

If this number is followed by "enemies", it is a desperate thing.

The thick magic energy condensed, eroding the protective shield formed by the circle of vines that approached the village. Although the protective shield formed by the intact vines was far stronger than the tendrils could do, in the face of the endless magic power that was backed by the entire Black Forest, it was quickly defeated and turned into black sawdust.

Even less than those roots can delay.

Maybe that's why the villagers only leave a circle of vines, and the condensation of magic will get faster and faster, and even if there are more vines left, it will not last long. Even if all the vines in the field are not harvested, it is nothing more than a waste of food.

For them, who are not well-off, this kind of waste is obviously not allowed.

Although the result of losing a battle is mostly death, the result of the lack of food in this strange Black Forest is obviously death, and if it is all death, it seems that it is more enjoyable to die in battle than to starve.

If you had to choose one of the two, most people would choose to eat and drink like a good man and die happily, rather than being in the trap of hunger and cold, and finally exhaust their vitality and finally breathe in despair.

The ancients had clouds, and the people were not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death. When ordinary people have to choose between starvation and war, the deterrent power of the state's violent apparatus is ineffective for them, and what happens next is that the world is turned upside down.

This kind of thing, no matter which world it is, should be pretty much the same.

Because of his crankiness, Sui Xiong was distracted for a while. When he came back to his senses, he found that the battle had begun.

Countless skeletons were pouring into the village like a black tide, encircling the entire village. They are constantly attacking the wooden fence that protects the village, as if trying to destroy it. Although the force of each blow is not worth mentioning compared to a solid wooden fence, it is only a matter of time before the entire fence collapses after such accumulation.

The villagers are constantly attacking the skeletons with lit firewood, and the firewood itself has negligible attack power, and it is the flames that really cause damage to the skeletons. Whenever the flames touch the skeletons, they will be burned and usually retreat slightly. If you can't dodge, your body will tremble slightly, and the parts burned by the flames will fade slightly.

It's like being exposed to sunlight, although the effect is much worse.

If you look closely, you can see that a thick layer of bones has accumulated on the ground around the fence, and the bones are light gray in color, which means that the force that drove them to stand up as skeletons has dissipated, and it is impossible to turn into those fearful things, at least for a short time.

Judging from the number of bones, the villagers' efforts were still very effective. But when Sui Xiong looked at the entire battlefield, he couldn't help but feel pessimistic about the situation of the villagers.

The number of skeletons doesn't seem to have decreased.

He used his psychic telepathy to observe the underground, and found that the skeletons were still spawning, constantly surfacing the surface. Supported by an infinite amount of intense magic, their numbers seem to be limited to the size of a clearing that can accommodate them to stand.

What the villagers have to fight against is not "thousands of enemies", but "thousands of enemies that can be replenished indefinitely".

To put it more clearly, they are fighting against an endless number of enemies. There is no chance of victory in this battle.