A roe deer (ao, yin) crawled under a thick elderberry, the white fur became mottled and dry under the cold winter, the long hair was knotted, hanging haphazardly on the body, and the four horns on the top of the head were no longer shiny and lost their luster.

There was still a layer of miserable white bone left under its body, and there was not a trace of flesh on it, nor a trace of oil. Even the bone marrow dried up under its repeated chewing and sucking.

Fierce's eyes were half-squinted, the corners of his mouth quirmed, regurgitating the sour food in his stomach, and his mind was imagining a fox he had caught deep in the forest last fall. Ah, what a strong beast it was, with fat muscles and sweet blood, and even its two eyeballs were juicy and chewy when they were bitten.

Thinking of this, its throat squirmed, and a mouthful of bone slag that had been ruminating in its mouth for a long time was mixed with the saliva that had just gushed out, and finally swallowed it with difficulty.

Then it lowered its head, picked through the pile of bones beneath it for a moment, and once again found a small rib with a small skeleton, and took a bite into it, holding it in its mouth. While the skeleton of these ribs is not hard to chew, after a winter's frost, it becomes harder than stone. It needs to soften the rib and chew it slowly.

There's no hurry, it's still a long winter anyway, and it has enough patience and perseverance to get it done.

A hoarse and dry bird's cry came from the nest among the elderberries overhead, and the roe snorted violently, spewing a cloud of white mist, deaf to the gray owl's pleas.

It's not that it's not friends enough, it's that there's nothing it can do about it because of the scarcity of food this winter. It wouldn't mind letting the grey bulge nibble on the bones with it, if the grey bulge's short beak could bite these hard guys.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be glad that he had only grown one body.

Like the gray duck on the top of its head, one head and three bodies, that is to say, one mouth has to fill three stomachs!

"Ga ......"

The low chirp of the gray sage was heard again from the nest.

He raised his head in dissatisfaction, opened a pair of huge bull's eyes, and looked at the bird that was about to die. If it doesn't survive this winter, then the deer doesn't mind chewing on the feathered meat of the owl at all—and from that point of view, it's starting to think that it's a good thing that the bird has three bodies.

After all, there is always more meat on three bodies than three heads, enough for it to chew for a long time.

When he looked up with this glimmer of anticipation, he was surprised to find that the gray duck was struggling to get up from the nest of the tree, spreading its three pairs of wings and leaping to fly. This made the fish in the bowl feel like it was about to fly away.

"Moo......"

A reluctant cry came out of his mouth.

The grey duck lowered its head, revealing a pair of confused, cloudy eyes. Shocked, he found that the dead bird's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ash, and it had completely lost the cunning and agile feeling of the past.

"Ga ......"

The gray duck lowered its head, and with a fierce roar of the deer, its six wings fluttered, and it slid out of the tree nest and flew towards the edge of the silent forest.

He shook his head uneasily.

In the direction in which the gray duck flies, there is a group of ferocious bipeds, and the memories that remain in its veins tell it that the farther away it is from that direction, the safer it is. But as the grey duck departed, he always felt a voice whispering in his ear, telling him that there was an endless amount of luscious food in that direction, which would make it strong again and survive the winter.

The ruthless had been dismissive of this invisible whisper, but for some reason, as the gray duck left, as the whisper continued to be repeated, it gradually felt that the dry rib in its mouth became more and more tasteless and hateful.

"Poof!"

Finally spat out the rib, wagged his tail, and struggled to his feet.

The white bones on the ground cracked under its heavy trampling, and the dry elderberry forest beneath its massive body begged for mercy.

He shook his head vigorously.

When it raised its head again and looked in the direction of the gray duck's departure, its eyes had lost their earlier agility and were covered with a thick layer of ash. Just like the three-body bird that has long since left.

......

"Whew!

At the edge of the silent forest, a figure in a black robe with his head hidden in his hood breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, and said to his companion in a relaxed tone: "That deer has already moved...... It is estimated that in half a day, you will be able to reach the town of Beta. ”

"Can you hurry up?" his companion looked a little anxious: "The gap in the forest goods market is not wide, and we urgently need the gap where the deer can slam into the magic array!"

"No, you can't. The first voice shook his head very dryly, refusing: "Originally, it would take another month for the Kuroshio to really surge...... We now use magic to arouse their emotions, but we don't really control them. It's impossible to get those beasts to go beyond their bottom line. ”

"Can't you just quietly put a spell like bloodlust on it?" his companion asked with some reluctance, "I see that the rat immortals used similar magic on those rats." ”

The first figure choked angrily: "That's a rat immortal, he commands a mouse! I'm not a ruthless immortal, I can't command that kind of fierce beast!"

After a pause, he asked suspiciously, "I remember that those rats attracted some big guys over...... Like the hill giant in the deep forest, and the old dragon in the swamp...... Aren't they enough to widen that gap?"

"There's also a chisel, and we've led it to dig up an ancient tomb and replace it with a thicker mace, and a real steel shield!" his companion sighed, his voice a little sluggish, "but not enough...... Far from enough. ”

"That nest of hill giants spent more time fighting on their own than they did attacking the magic barrier, and that old man, with such a huge skeleton growing out of the air, rotting all over his body! It was of no use except for a little plague cloud...... It feels like if it is allowed to lower its head and charge into formation, it is more likely that its skull will shatter than it will break the formation. ”

When the first figure heard this, he sighed again and again, and felt related.

After a long time, he seemed to think of something, and asked softly, "Can't you let that guy help expand the results of the battle a little? Since he has already opened that gap for the Black Tide...... It could have been done a little more thoroughly. ”

"Silence!" his companion raised his index finger to stop him from continuing his gibberish, and then looked left and right before explaining, "I can't do it if I don't want to...... Open a small mouth, and then there will be a herd of beasts coming forward one after another, and the small mouth will become a large mouth, which can erase the traces of the small mouth. If you just open a big hole, and the beasts have a way into the town, who wants to desperately expand that hole?"

"When the time comes, it won't just be magical creatures that will die. ”

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