Chapter 35: The Harvest

In the middle of the night, the forest is even darker, and the surrounding trees are as black as ink.

There was a sharp moon in the sky, but the faint moonlight could not dispel the darkness in the forest a little, but it fell weakly on the dense canopy, but set off the darkness under the canopy.

In the distance, among the slightly sparse trees, there are several fires, and there are nearly 100 people gathered together, sitting or lying quietly, and some snuggling up to each other to resist the coolness of the night in the forest.

In the surrounding area, several orcs are on the alert, constantly checking the surroundings for any wild beasts approaching, or humans fleeing.

This is a group of slaves escorted by the werewolf tribe, they are exchanging slaves with another tribe in the wolf tribe, and they come here tonight to rest here for the night.

One of the werewolves, standing on the side, resting against a large tree, perhaps a little tired from walking during the day, was napping against the trunk of the tree when he was on duty.

But no one knew that the god of death was approaching this werewolf, a rope as black as ink, was slowly and quietly approaching his neck, and when it was about a meter away from his body, this rope thinner than the little finger was like a poisonous snake, lightning came out, and the breath of death instantly enveloped his head, silently, and directly lifted this person.

The person's head was instantly strangled, and the strength and speed of the rope were really as fast as lightning, directly tightening the person's throat, and also lifting his body, and his feet were more than two meters high from the ground.

Although his neck had been strangled and his cervical vertebrae had been strangled at the same moment, the nerves in his body had not completely stopped at this time, and his body was still twitching.

At this moment, something like a fishnet quietly poked out from the side, instantly wrapping the werewolf's body and wrapping the person's clothes tightly in it.

The corners of the clothes did not rise, and there was no sound of the slightest piece of clothing breaking through the air, and the whole person was hung in the air, and there was no writhing, in this dark night, a human life was silently taken away by death.

The other end of this rope appeared on a human hand, and the missing moonlight secretly shone on this person's face, revealing Shi Ji's face.

At this moment, he was slowly reaping the ......lives of several werewolves like a grim reaper.

There are about thirty wolf orcs, and there are eight people on the night watch, and now, the lives of these eight people have been harvested by Shijiyou, and thus belong to the arms of death.

Now, there are still two ropes in Shi Jiyou's hands that are useless, and the eight people who are keeping vigil have all been killed, but there are still more than twenty people on the other side.

In this hunt, did Shi Ji let Gao Li and the others follow, their strength was too weak, and it was too dangerous to encounter orcs, so this time he was acting alone.

Tying the body of the eighth man to a tree, he slipped off the pole of the tree in a flash, and then, from his bosom, he took out a wooden bottle about the size of a palm, uncorked it, and stuffed it into his cuff.

When he had done this, he tightened a cloth bag around his waist, and finally, he removed a bow from his back, and then took out three feathered arrows from his waist.

He took two of the feathered arrows in his mouth and bent his bow to catch the third arrow, pointing the tip of one of the werewolves as he was sleeping.

"Whoosh"

A sound that pierced the sky suddenly appeared, and an eerie murderous aura, accompanied by the arrow of death, rushed straight towards the werewolf.

"Flutter"

An arrow hit the red heart, and the werewolf's throat was pierced by an arrow between the stones, and without making a sound, he was shot and killed.

Shi Jiyou didn't care whether the first arrow hit or not, but quickly put the second feather arrow on the bowstring from his mouth.

"Whoosh"

Another death-threatening flash of light shot straight at the head of another werewolf.

Immediately afterward, a third arrow pierced the darkness and struck the head of a werewolf as well.

While the third arrow was still in the air, the second person who was shot suddenly let out a miserable cry, breaking the silence of the night around him, as if he had thrown a boulder into the calm water of the lake, stirring up thousands of waves.

All the werewolves and humans were awakened by the shout, and the humans only looked at it with a nonchalant gaze, while the werewolves flipped over in place, and more than twenty people, all armed with their weapons in hand, stood up, looking for the source of the shout.

At this moment, Shi Jiyou's third arrow also arrived, hitting the third person.

Now, the bow and arrow that Shiji has used are not the bows and arrows that he hastily tied with tree poles and sharpened with daggers like children's toys.

The bowstring was made of the tiger tendons of the Burning Cloud Demon Tiger, and the arrow feathers were finely cut from the twigs of the iron hemp tree, and the tip of the arrow was smeared with snake venom.

When cutting down the branches of the iron and hemp trees, the ordinary sword could not hurt the bones of the iron and hemp, and Shi Jiyou had to use a big sword to make a pair of saw bows, and it took a day to saw off a section of the branch with the thickness of an arm.

Then it took another five days to make the bow and arrow in his hand now, and named it "Burning Cloud Bow".

So far, no less than fifty orcs have died on this bow.

The shouts of the third person completely woke up the werewolves, and they raised their weapons at the same time, blocking them in front of them, and their sensitive ears and eyes kept looking around, and watched for any arrows.

At this time, some of Shi Ji's figures had been discovered by the agile werewolves, and more than a dozen of them were quickly surrounding him.

Shi Jiyou's body quickly retreated, but he didn't turn his body around and flee into the dense forest, but in the space that was not very large, he circled with the other party.

He is dexterous, his body moves and moves, changing in many ways, leaving behind him from time to time, such as lightning, like a civet cat, moving like a rabbit, fluttering clothes, like a ghostly figure, in this dark night looks particularly weird.

I saw that sometimes he was like a dragon, his body trembled, and the jade dragon soared, sometimes like a tiger, shaking his body, and the white tiger leaping into the stream, sometimes like a red bird, his wings shook, and he rushed into the sky, and sometimes he changed into a Xuanwu, lying on the ground, accumulating strength for the next evasion.

At the same time, he also runs into the human crowd from time to time, using the crowd to stop the werewolves from chasing them.

After a few times in and out of the crowd, more werewolves joined in the pursuit of him, and more importantly, an encirclement was slowly closing, and at the same time, torches were lit around it, illuminating the surroundings.

Shi Ji can no longer rely on the cover of the night to completely expose his body in front of everyone's eyes.

At this time, Shi Jiyou's face was certain, his eyes were cold, and a fierce gaze burst out of his eyes, and the two gazes were like two lightning bolts, shooting directly on everyone's faces, making the people around him feel a chill like a crack, and a kind of fear continued to linger in their hearts.

At the same time, his hand rested on the package around his waist, and suddenly, with a shake of his hand, several long pieces of fur, which seemed to be some kind of demonic beast, were grasped in his hand.

These pieces of fur were constantly waved in his hands, constantly waving towards the surrounding crowd .......