What a grand "feast". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky was like thick ink, and from time to time a few scarlet lightning bolts appeared jumping and flickering, leaving a trail of light on people's retina.

Beneath this oppressive sky, more than a dozen huge bonfires replaced the dim glow of the earth itself and illuminated the surrounding wilderness.

- Hundreds of nearly thousands, blue-skinned ogres who had just migrated over, gathered near the bonfire in twos and threes, and many of them were still covered in blood and dirt, looking wild and wild.

The young man hiding behind the slope, his black eyes turned a deep purple unconsciously.

It didn't pass through the ears, but the cry that went straight into the heart made Kerr hear a cry of sorrow and a roar of anger.

Kerr had no doubt that if they discovered the existence of the Sanctuary, the Pure Land of Humanity would be in ruins.

"These lunatics. Not far away, Fopos suddenly cursed.

Everything in front of him made everyone feel indignant and helpless.

In the vicinity of the huge assembly, there were corpses everywhere, both the original natives of the Great Gobi and the newly arrived ogres.

However, the most common creature that lies on the cold earth is the horned sheep, which looks like a sheep but has a single horn.

It's like a slaughterhouse,

There are constantly tons of new horned sheep being captured, killed, thrown away by crazy ogres. The carcasses of the rotting horned sheep were scattered everywhere and were still being stacked higher and more.

Not to fill the stomach, just to vent the desperate killing that has fermented.

Waste, in this age of material poverty, is always the greatest sin.

"If they continue to kill, the annual yield of horned sheep will drop to the point where they will not be able to survive the winter. ”

Forpos wrote the estimates on air-dried sheepskins, while the other immediately translated the complex formula into plain words.

The crowd fell silent......

Winter,

The effect of the sun's disappearance is far from what it seems, behind the endless darkness and the halo of various colors bloomed by demons, there is cold.

Thirty years, and more. It's been too long since the sun has been wet. With the loss of energy, the other circulatory system of the world, the Demon Spirit Tide, also began to make ends meet.

Thus, the adjustment of the world itself began. A peculiar phenomenon has occurred.

After the chaotic and bloated divine war began, with the rise and fall of the huge demon spirit tide, another new natural phenomenon appeared on the world stage, the cold wave.

In this world, if war is the meat grinder of life, then the cold wave is the graveyard of life.

A killer gathered by cold, materially pure low-energy and spiritually cold water demon spirits, the heaven and earth of ice spirits, and the silent sorrowlers. During the first eight solar days of each dark calendar year, they will first strike through all of the Salt Sea region, bypassing the raging volcanoes and gradually expanding until they cover the entire continent.

All races, because of their ignorance, have paid countless terrible prices, and the new changes in the world have been written into the history and culture of the various races that have been impressed.

Here, the few horned sheep have always been the "property" that lives in Dagebi and deserves to be cared for. Even the most ferocious salamanders know how to leave them with enough fertile grass to support the horned sheep through the toughest of times when winter is approaching.

But, now, it's too late.

Killing frenzy, slaughter without purpose, will bring about the collapse of the entire food chain, like the atmospheric system that was once on the verge of eruption.

The number of horned sheep has dropped below the warning value, which is the approximate number of horned sheep deaths each year.

"What a bastard, we didn't even survive the early part of the cold spell without enough food and fat. Faobs muttered to himself.

"They take up the total habitat of the horned sheep, and we don't even get a piece of the pie. ”

Perhaps, not. Kerr smiled.

The boy lying on the ground exchanged a covert look with his teammates. Then, with a gentle wave of his hand back, he beckoned everyone: "Let's go, we have to go and get a piece of the pie." ”

......

It's a dark, half-buried open-air canyon, and of course, the world is dark everywhere, and that's just the most common color. Even because of the influence of the deep earth demon spirit, the interior of the canyon is a little brighter than the outside.

The most striking thing is the "cage" in the middle of the canyon where there are obvious traces of man-made traces.

Countless uneven, easy-to-survive trees are cultivated on the nearby ground and complement the terrain. Behind that, a few small refraction circles formed a semi-natural light trap in this place.

What's even more critical is that there are no less than dozens of horned sheep in it.

"This is a great place we found in the early years. So we left a little memorial here. ”

As he spoke, Kerr slowly swung out the black scythe in his hand, blocking the crowd that couldn't help but move forward.

Almost all of them stopped immediately. After all, it is clear to everyone who this pair of scythes once belonged to. This also silenced the ignorant who privately laughed at the lives of Kerr and others.

The purple-eyed boy smiled with satisfaction, then kicked a rock in front of him. The next moment, the illusion broke. Where there are horned sheep, there are only deep pits filled with the corpses of various creatures. In it, the crowd also saw the figure of a human being.

Wilk, a shrewd and capable lad. It is also a typical case of demonic erosion.

Just like ********, originally a cheerful child. After not wearing the talisman for several days, he became ruthless and insane. After trying to kill Kerr out of jealousy, he was enraged and twisted his limbs and threw him into a deep pit.

Even now, when Kerr closes his eyes, he seems to hear the vicious curse.

Throwing away his past thoughts, the teenager looked boredly at the tumultuous crowd, blind and self-expressive like an idiot.

The sad faces of these people are also the reason why teenagers promote the establishment of their own team. Kerr, I really want to meet a few people who can understand me.

It is always the work of the weak to get by.

The boy shook his head helplessly, and led everyone around the trap and into a strange magic circle.

The Five Rings of Light and Shadow Circle, a masterpiece created by Kerr with the help of Leto's hand - the Joker's prank.

Here, never trust your sense of direction, a large number of majestic lights are intricately intertwined, forming a magical kaleidoscope full of spiritual hints of the labyrinth of illusions, will form a maze of horror without obstacles. All physical descriptions lose their meaning here due to visual disturbances.

But if you want to use it, it's just as easy, it's incredibly simple......

"Everyone closed their eyes and walked straight. Kerr, who was at the forefront, gave a simple order.

The vital activity that can be done with only a small muscle tremor when you close your eyes is a helpless flaw in this trap.

However, Kerr is still very satisfied with this work that he has spent three months on. After all, it's really a good "tactical support circle" - a variant of the strategic circle, a branch of the tactical circle, a trickery designed to cover up the killing machine - you never know what's going to lie down there.

"Please join hands and don't get lost, or I don't know what will happen. Kerr smiled.