It's a healthy tribe, and the ogres are eating dinner as they rush over, and the ogre sorcerer is guarding the cauldron of soup while chanting spells and performing berserk magic.

The spell basically means, 'If you can't get rid of the enemy, don't eat tonight.'"

So the magic worked so well that the ogres went crazy.

Without letting the Imperial warriors who were not very good at their hands and feet do it, he dismounted and greeted him alone, under the dual magic of the grip of death and the absorption of the soul, although the ogre was very fierce and wielded the mace very hard, but none of the ogres could get close to it.

One by one, the ogres fell, and the pigtailed ogre wizard had no heart to look at the pot, so he ran quickly into the tribe, and followed closely, and when he reached the end of the tribe, he found that the ogre wizard was kneeling under a totem.

The totems of the tribe are strange, such as this ogre tribe, they worship five unborn evil spirits, this evil spirit is not a human, but several animals on the grassland, the totem is engraved with the abstract symbols of those animals, when I walked over to see it, I found that most of them were very similar to dog symbols, and one was obviously a snake.

But no matter what is worshipped and how high the personality is, the grassland tribe with supreme strength has always believed that it is good to do it, so when he walked over, the cannibal wizard had already changed his whole person, whether it was temperament or form, he was like an animal, and there was still a spiritual light on it.

"Yah~" The cannibal wizard stood in front of the snort and made something similar to the five-bird play, and then waved the staff, rushing towards it with a black wind like a squirt.

"Bang!" He really wanted to tell him that if he believed in God, he wouldn't be able to possess him, and he wouldn't be possessed by the gods, Holy One!

He stepped over the crushed half, looked at the stones, and beckoned Karen and them to rest in the tribe.

"Spend the night here tonight, I saw the pot of soup, not a person." Masturbating to Cullen.

Karen nodded, but no one touched the pot of soup, not that it didn't mean that they hadn't cooked it, they still took out the bread they had brought and roasted it by the campfire.

"The warrior woke up just now." Cullen walked over to the side after eating the bread and said, "All the warriors are admiring his courage and blessing him. ”

"Blessing what? You didn't even insert a feather when you were in peace, how did he untie his hands? He looked at the warriors not far away and whispered to Karen, "He needs to brush the stubble." ”

Cullen couldn't help but shudder when he heard this.

At night, he sat in the shack meditating and cultivating, and vaguely seemed to hear someone calling him, the voice was familiar to him and unfamiliar to him, as if he had heard it somewhere but never remembered.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him had changed to the field he had visited, but he didn't seem to notice the change in the environment at all, and walked over to the sound.

Now that the West Mountain is falling, the whole world is reflected in red, surrounded by people who are about to go home, some of them are walking like horses, and some of them are riding ox carts.

He walked and walked, walked and walked, and passed by the four teams of graves that he had to pass by every time he went back, and he would inadvertently take a look at the graves there, where the graves were covered with bricks and bricks, and there were also monuments without monuments, indicating that Hou Rao's filial piety and various Rao economies, every time he would sigh about the warmth here, but this time the difference was that this time the tomb was opened.

Countless dry bones and carrion corpses came out and ran towards the living humans in the darkness, trying to warn the people who had returned home of the anomalies here, only to find that they all stopped in the darkness and turned their heads to look at themselves.

The dry bones and rotting corpses climbed up and grabbed at the mantle, who sniffed the smell of decay, then grabbed a shovel from the air, knocked the thing down, and then dug a hole in the ground at his feet.

"I'm sorry, but after a long time, you may have forgotten that I work in the street office." Digging a pit so fast that he didn't even feel the weight of the dirt, he buried the body.

More and more corpses pounced on them, and they were buried at the bottom of the rain, and they couldn't help but shudder after they went to work in the street office, and they didn't go back to the village to farm.

In an instant, the memories of the past came to mind, everything in front of them became extremely incongruous, the rotting corpses began to become illusory, and the villagers who were standing in the distance staring at them all showed their vicious faces and pounced on them, their eyes narrowed slightly, and they silently recited incantations, and in the next second, a huge magic array appeared on the ridge of the big ba.

The scene around him changed, and his eyes changed from blurry to pitch black, and he blinked to get used to the environment.

"Do the neighborhood offices get paid more?" A shadow asked from inside the tent.

"It's a lot, the kingdom pays tribute to fruit, and you can buy a cart with your salary." He said subconsciously, and then the next moment he saw the shadow pass through.

Stunned for a moment, his mind began to consolidate and recover, he was not on the earth now, but in the grassland of the Vol tribe, and what he had just encountered was to sneak attack him.

He got up and walked out of the tent, and looked at the fire that was about to be extinguished, the two night vigil warriors were already asleep, and he made a round but found no enemy, so he wanted to wake up the night vigil soldiers, so that he could go back to the school

"Wake up." The warriors woke up in their sleep, and saw the screams of the men standing in front of them, and the sound was so miserable that it woke up all the people in the camp in an instant, and then screamed again and again.

"What's wrong with you?" He glanced behind him, then at the two night watchmen, but he didn't want one of them to bleed, and the other trembled with his hand on his sword, as if he couldn't figure it out.

One by one, the warriors stood up with their weapons in their hands, looking warily in all directions, but a few did not stand up, and Cullen, who pacified the group, wanted to run over and kick them awake when he saw someone still lying down, only to find that the body was already cold.

He hurriedly looked at the corpses for wounds, but found nothing, so he lit a torch and shone it on their faces, and found that their faces were dark and blue, and their faces were distorted, and they opened their mouths, and suddenly a bitter smell came out.

"They were scared to death." Cullen said to the snort that came over.

"It's not easy to scare high-level fighters to death, it must have tapped into the deepest fear in their hearts." He frowned, just like what he was most afraid of was the loneliness, the cemetery that passed by backward, if he hadn't become a corpse collector later, even if he didn't collapse when he encountered a carrion, he wouldn't have thought of digging a pit and burying it, and if he fell into the carrion or escaped and got lost in the night, he would definitely amplify his fear and scare himself to death.

"I also had a nightmare just now, I dreamed that my wife was separated and I was forced to die by a group of relatives." Cullen thought back to the dream he had just had, and his heart palpitated.

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