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In the gray and bare rocky wilderness, a few low shrubs and a few old trees scattered on the earth made a slight whirring sound in the wind, and the gloomy sky was still gray, as if the day when the clouds would never be seen.

Zakvi snapped the leg bone in his hand and crunched in his mouth. It looked up and watched the grays of heaven and earth close together on the horizon, like a hopeless future waiting for itself.

The remnants of the twenty or so gnolls looked at them in awe, they trembled slightly in silence, and their frightened expressions condensed between their eyebrows.

They're scared.

Fear of being killed and eaten as food;

Afraid to starve to death in a few days in this wilderness;

Fear of being killed by his companions in the increasingly fierce infighting before he dies.

It had been more than twenty days without any food, and in this rocky wilderness, it was difficult to find even a mouse! There was no other way to survive than to kill one's frail companions for food.

But the most capable of killing others was Zakvi, who was almost a man and a half tall, and the rows of manes from its neck to its back showed its terrifying energy like black steel needles standing up, and its hideous yellow face was covered with red and cold blood, making his vicious long fangs even more terrifying! And in its left hand, it was holding the heavy three-headed flail blessed by divine magic, and the dull yellow light appeared on the thick handle of the small tree and the three half-human-long chains, and the three hammer heads each emitted a round of yellow light, carrying a strong evil aura to proclaim the supreme authority of the god Jenus! It was this flail that shattered the skull of a gnolla this morning, turning it into food for Zakvi's mouth. Now there was only one spine on the ground, a few connected ribs, and a layer of minced flesh hanging from the bones.

It is the leader of this group of gnolls, and the priest of the god of jackals, Jenusu,

None of the gnolls approached Zakvi, but the unbearable hunger in them had turned into despair, anger, and impulse, forcing them to hesitantly and slowly rush forward, trying to get a small piece of bone to fill their stomachs.

Zakvi glanced around, and his eyes showed a bit of anxiety and anger in addition to fear, and several more gnolls with scimitar shields looked at each other a few times, as if they were secretly exchanging something.

This is a harbinger of a collective rebellion!

Zakvi sneered in his heart, a few guys who were quite well equipped wanted to join forces to rebel? Do you think that the tattered leather armor on your body is harder than steel? Look for death! Under the protection of the god Jenusu, even if these twenty gnolls fight to the death together, they can only be their own military rations!

But things can't be done, it's not difficult to kill these men, but what to do in the future? Without his own team, he will be killed by other groups of gnolls sooner or later! Each group of gnolls has a sturdy leader who becomes a priest of the god Jenusus, and these leaders will not allow another priest who can threaten it to live!

It touched its belly, although this thin "military ration" had not yet filled its stomach, but at least it was no longer hungry, and the rest was left to his subordinates to fight for. They must be killing each other for this food, and when the time comes, they can use the wounded losers as military rations.

It left the remnants of the gnoll corpse. More than two dozen gnolls swarmed up and immediately became a mess.

Soon, they fought hard, the scimitar slashed at the companion who had fought together for years, the hard wooden shield slammed into the head of the childhood friend, the sharp canine teeth killed the neck of their own brother, the brave roared and kicked away the greedy comrade, the cowardly coward fiercely pulled out the dagger and stabbed the strong in the back—

Killing is as common as drinking water,

for those who will not kill have been slain,

You can only live if you get food,

Food can only be obtained by killing one's companions.

This is the reality

A gnoll man in leather armor held the remaining bones in one hand and used a large scimitar to cut a bloody path and break through the crowd. He is a brave man in the ranks and a great fighter. It has rushed to the front in every previous battle, fearless of any massive monster or strange magical beast, but it is not reckless, and it knows how to use powerful terrain and situations to help it achieve victory. Zakvi admired it, and at the height of his team, he commanded 30 gnolls to fight with him. It should be said that it is a promising guy.

But the "future" is only an expectation in the heart.

Now it struggled to run into the distance, trying to break away from the dozen or so powerful pursuers behind it.

Hunger flared up again, but instead of giving it strength and courage—it went limp and fell,

Another tall, muscular figure rushed forward, shouting the name of Jenusu in its mouth, brandishing a heavy black flail and slashing at the faller!

The one who fell turned around, and the heavy cold light scimitar brushed it, and the lightning took the feet of the comer, and it was too late to stand up, only to attack it and save it!

The comer let out a terrifying roar, and the sharp claws pointed at the faller, and the power of the gods was suddenly exerted on the poor opponent. The scimitar came to a screeching halt, because its owner was frozen by the "immobilization technique", and the muscles of his whole body were stiff, like a statue.

The black hammer head shone with a dull yellow glow, and slammed its head into the evil, angry, and frightened face of the faller, blood splattered and brains burst.

The comer held a terrifying flail, the hammer head was dyed with a mixture of red and white terrible colors, exuding a strong evil aura, blood flowed down the protruding edges and corners quickly, it let out an angry howl towards the sky, and the huge destructive power of the "sonic explosion" exploded in all directions like rolling thunder.

The gnolls, who were extremely sensitive to sound, covered their ears and retreated, and the few guys chasing after it were caught off guard and immediately rolled to the ground screaming, as if they had been hit on the head by a sledgehammer.

Not far away, Zakvi covered his ears and watched with great satisfaction as two gnolls were killed in the conflict, and two other weakened and careless guys were incapacitated and lay on the ground wailing.

Wail, wail for your future, you are destined to be the "rations" for the days to come.

Of course, what satisfies Zakhvi the most is that his spouse, Rayash, is very good, using the immobilization technique to kill the opponent in an instant, and then using the sound explosion to deter the others, and now no one dares to step forward, it is gobbling up the thick vertebrae. The vicious eyes were red with the blood of the dead, like two natural bloodstones, emitting a faint red evil light.

After the remaining nineteen gnolls ate the two dead gnolls, the ranks slowly calmed down, fear and despair replaced anger and impulsiveness. They scattered and huddled on the ground to resist the biting cold wind, looking at each other with numb, cold eyes from time to time. No one can be trusted now but their own vigilance.

Rayash twisted the two wailing gnolls and dragged their corpses to Zakvi, knowing that all it had to do was show respect to the leader. As a male, Zakvi would not have killed himself at this time who could bear offspring for him.

"Where do I go now?" Rayash asked in a deep voice, "To the west is the unconquerable town of Harmonville, to the south is the newly built trade stronghold of Wilwach City, to the east is the bandit brigade of the god of natural disasters, and to the north is the Flying Stone Desert, what should I do now?"

"I don't know. Zakvi said with a blank face: "At this time, you should pray to our God! ”

Layash moved the skin of his long mouth, and stopped talking.

It prayed, but the god Yenusu did not answer its question.

An even stronger cold wind blew, and the blood stains on his body began to dry up.

It bowed its head and fed on the remaining blood, patiently waiting for the blank future.

Zakvi raised his head and stared at a pair of dark green beast eyes, staring at the small figure in the distance.

It was a wide-backed badger slightly smaller than a wild dog, its black-gray silhouette looming on the distant horizon.

This is the third time I've seen it since I came to this area, and the first time I saw it was near Harmonville, and at that time my team had more than a hundred gnolls, which can be described as huge. Who knew that it would be less than three months before it had fallen into this field.

Hmm? How did this badger get fat? Is there food around here?

Zachvi got excited, yes! There must be food, otherwise it wouldn't be so fat and strong! What kind of food would it be? rabbits, snakes, rats, or bugs?

As long as you can find something to eat, even ants can eat it!

It howled and hurriedly woke up the other gnolls: "Go, go, see the badger, follow it, it must know where there is food!"

The druids led a group of more than thirty men to the edge of a valley that was shallow and wide, like a large plate that was slightly deeper. Except for the young mage Grimm, who rode a pony, the rest of the people walked from Harmonville to Hamonville, dressed in new leather armor and carrying heavy backpacks. Everyone stood very tired above the valley, waiting for the druid's orders.

The druid, still wearing a knee-length dark blue robe, his blue-green eyes were slightly closed and silent for a moment, and he pointed to the bottom of the valley and said to Tivedes, who was wearing iron heavy scale armor beside him, "This is it, we will ambush the remnants of the gnolls here." According to the news from Badbey, there are now less than twenty of them, and they are extremely hungry. On the other hand, we have been recuperating for many days, and we are all wearing special leather armor made by myself. It's not hard to wipe them all out!"

Tivedus pulled out his two-handed greatsword, which was more than three fingers wide and chest-high, and carefully wiped it. He looked at the faint light film produced by the "demonized weapon" attached to the weapon, and said in a deep voice: "I'm worried that they are still trapped, and if they fight back to the death, we may lose a lot of manpower." Perhaps after staying in a remote place for a long time, he did not have the excitement before the battle, but regarded the lives of his soldiers more than victory or defeat.

The druid laughed twice and comforted: "You don't have to worry, I have already prepared some new things for those remnants of the defeated army, with the help of these things, our casualties will not be too large." Lelin, bring me the box of gadgets I had for them. ”

Le Lin took out a rectangular wooden box from her backpack and handed it over, now her body has recovered seventy or eighty percent, her light brown monochrome skin has a warm texture, her beautiful and moving face exudes a charming heroic spirit, her broad shoulders and strong arms are containing strong vitality, and her narrow and powerful waist and plump hips show extraordinary explosiveness. It's really a rare heroine among women.

Along the way, the soldiers around her would sneak a few peeks at her from time to time, which made Le Lin, who had experienced a tragic history, feel very uncomfortable. However, as the "female slave" of Master Donghezi, no one dares to really beat her idea for the time being. Except for that little mage Grimm.

Now this guy is looking at it with a squint, and he doesn't know what dirty scene to think about. Since the town of Harmonville, he has been running over to talk to him, intentionally or unintentionally, and always looking for opportunities to bring the topic to himself when discussing things with Master Donghezi. From what she likes to eat to what sports she likes, from what time she goes to bed at night to what colors she is interested in, and even asks how much money the druid spent to redeem and heal herself. It's as if she's already a commodity for sale!

Le Lin turned around and glared at the kid impatiently, if it weren't for the fact that he had a good relationship with the druids and was the acting lord here, Le Lin would have found an opportunity to teach him a lesson!

The druid took the box and opened it, and there were small wooden sticks two palms long neatly placed inside.

"What is this?" Tivedus asked curiously, "How are these sticks as thick as a baby's little finger?"

The druid laughed, "How can that be used against the gnolls? Yan Bi took out these small wooden sticks and threw them into the valley, and dozens of wooden sticks the size of 'chopsticks' flew out of the air on their own. By the time they pierced vertically into the ground at the bottom of the valley, they had spread out the size of five acres of land. Each of the sticks is spaced about 30 feet apart, but is the most sparse to the south facing them, with the sticks spaced more than 60 feet apart.

The druid raised his right hand and made small circles at the small sticks at the bottom of the valley, and whispered a incantation in his mouth, the sound was as if it were a person muttering softly.

Suddenly, the dozens of small wooden sticks underwent drastic changes, swaying and expanding rapidly, turning into strange little trees in five or six breaths. They were less than two people tall, but they were as thick as a farmer's big water tank! Only four or five short and thick branches grew from the top of the trunk, and only five or six leaves grew on each branch!

Grimm secretly glanced at the beautiful and toned Lelin out of the corner of his eye, and said to the druid with a smile: "These trees are thick and short, and they look very similar to the bread trees recorded in the Naturalist Chronicles, but there are too few branches and leaves." Do you want to use the fruit from this tree to lure the gnolls over?" he couldn't help laughing, "But gnolls are not vegetarians, hahahaha." ”

He laughed a few times, but found that everyone was staring straight at him, without the slightest intention of heathing, so he shut up in embarrassment.

The druid said indifferently, "Of course it's not a bread tree, it's a spell of our secret druid." ”

Grimm couldn't help but interject again, "Is it the stick method? I've only heard that a druid can turn a rolling pin-sized stick into a tree, but I've never heard of one that can turn into a tree, and your stick is as small as 'chopsticks'." What the hell are these trees for?"

The druid smiled and said: "My secret technique is not to turn the wooden stick into a tree man, but to first turn the big tree into a small wooden stick, and then use a special method to process it, as for the use, I will tell you slowly, now everyone gathers here, I still have a spell to cast." ”

Thirty or so people gathered together, and the druid pulled out a wooden plaque about a palm-long and three-finger-wide. The card is shaped slightly like a short sword, with a wedge-shaped and wide front end and a narrow back end with a wooden handle underneath. The whole wooden plaque is as black as black jade, and there is a large vermilion rune painted on it, which looks like it is made up of some small runes that are matched, nested, and combined into a seamless whole. The druid gently shook the short sword-shaped wooden plaque with the wooden handle in his hand, closing his eyes and contemplating. After three or four breaths, there was a slight rumbling sound on the wooden sign, like thunder. The runes on the card suddenly glowed, like a crystal red jade.

In an instant, the earth rumbled and moved, and the surrounding earth and stones quickly uplifted, turning into a circle of irregular stone barriers that were more than one person high and one person wide, surrounding everyone inside. It encloses an area of two acres of land, and the base body is smoothly connected with the surrounding hills, making a natural transition, so that the ramparts and the undulations of the hills are integrated. From the outside, it seems to be part of a hill, and there is no flaw in sight. The inner wall of the rampart has a small step-like slope that can be used for people to go up and down. The soldiers were first shocked by the similarities and differences on the ground, and then looked curiously at the thick walls around them, and a few brave people even took the lead in climbing the natural staircase and looking around down the mountain.

Grimm was dumbfounded, came back to his senses and hurriedly asked, "What kind of spell is this? It can't be so fast, and it can't be so big in one go!"

"Of course not. The druid looked at him and said, "This is the 'stone wall technique' that our secret druids have improved, except that instead of making a wall, we are now making a thick stone barrier. With it, it's hard for the gnolls to find out what we're hiding inside, and we can rest assured here and wait for them to come. ”

The knight of Tivedus on the side still asked with doubts: "The area of the wilderness is so large, are you really sure that they will really come, and even if they do, they will definitely walk into the woods?" Although he knew that the caster's ability was beyond ordinary people's expectations, the legend said that the druids were not good at prophetic spells.

The druid, on the other hand, said confidently and proudly, "Of course there is, in fact they are already coming this way." ”

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