The path of the mountain village was so winding that they could not feel the tiredness of the mud under their feet, and their hearts were about to jump to their throats with joy.

"It's here!" Warwick whispered, pulling his throat.

Yes, there are two crystal energy towers standing in front of you, surrounded by fences, which look very peaceful.

"Rodman can't keep up with his IQ because he is old, right?, how can the defensive crystal stone on the watchtower have no energy fluctuations?" Wang Man felt a little uneasy, and expressed the doubts in his heart in one sentence.

Warwick, Zhanzhu's feet, poked his head out, inhaling the air everywhere, and in an instant, Warwick's face turned blue and his brow furrowed.

The two of them were overjoyed along the way, all they thought about was a scene of harmony and joy, their minds were focused on the coming celebration, and the few anomalies they saw now made Warwick more vigilant, and smelled ominous smell in the air.

When Wang Man saw Warwick's expression, he chuckled in his heart, and breathed by himself, danger, silence, death, blood, all kinds of breaths instantly stimulated the olfactory nerves.

"Not good!" Wang Man shouted, his body was like electricity, and he had disappeared from the spot in a flash.

Warwick was so frightened that he hurriedly chased after him, and the package on his back had fallen to the ground.

Something happened to Arenas! It was their instinctive judgment. When Warwick arrived in the village, Wang Man was on his knees in grief, digging through the mountains of ruin.

"Mother, mother?" Wang Man stood up, rushed into the hut, rummaged around, and carefully searched the secret room under the straw mat.

"Warwick, what are you doing in a daze? Wang Man's voice almost roared, making Warwick's scalp tingle as he listened to the cold air.

Warwick was even more sluggish than Wang Man, and now that he saw the scene in front of him, he didn't know where to start. Under the pressure of Wang Man, Mu Na walked towards the house where he lived before.

Cold air, inhaled into the lungs, can make people freeze and numb.

Warwick opened the door, and the situation inside was exactly as he expected: messy straw, broken crockpots, messy pieces of clothes, untouched dishes and chopsticks on the ondol......

The blood stains on the ground made him let out a miserable howl, and in a moment, Wang Man outside the courtyard also cried loudly.

The broken walls are full of floating corpses, and in front of his house, only the white bones remain, and for a long time, he has never noticed which one is his mother.

There had been a devastating devastation here, with stumps and broken bones scattered in all corners, unrecognizable, and patches of scarlet soil on the ground, moistened and softened by the rain, as if the blood was reluctant to leave the once peaceful village, washed away by the rain.

The sound of the two crying was intermittent, and the time was too long, I don't know how long, and the village returned to peace.

Wang Man clenched his fists and called Warwick to his side in a deep voice.

"Who did it? Who did it?" Warwick's shirt was grabbed, and his body shook in the shaking of Wang Man's hands.

"I ...... I do not know. ”

Warwick's answer made Wang Man desperate, and he didn't know whether he was entangled or mentally confused, so he slapped Warwick in the face.

Smack, Warwick covered his face and the whole person was filmed out.

With a crisp slap, Wang Man seemed to be much more sober, and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Warwick, I'm sorry; ”

Warwick wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled bitterly, and didn't care, he knew Wang Man too well, he knew that there was a gap between him and Wang Man, a middle-aged man who used to be a slave in the Kairygood family, when facing the sudden loss of a loved one, the ability to bear it was still stronger than that of a young man.

Even so, how much stronger can it be? Warwick's newlywed Yan'er was tragically mutated by the wolf clan, and there were great joys and sorrows, and there were great ups and downs, and the long life was nothing more than that.

"Warwick, I'm so excited. Wang Man stretched out his arm towards Warwick.

"Bixia, the village has been attacked, it is impossible to go without clues, find him, kill him. "Warwick, as a senior, seems to have no words to replace the grievances and hatred in his heart now.

Wang Man picked up Warwick and lay on his shoulder in pain, a handful of snot and tears, and the emperor's prestige was completely lost.

"Okay, let's find out the murderer!" Wang Man took two steps back, his expression was hideous, not angry and arrogant, his thoughts spread with the entire village, and he never let go of every inch of land, nor would he let go.

In the village, although the magic barrier around him was broken, Wang Man did not miss it, he hoped to find a clue in the energy particles of the magic bombardment.

The cracked magical space and the neat energy cracks all prove the profound spiritual power and superb combat skills of the village slaughterer.

Broken walls, ruined villages, ruined roofs, soft soil, and watchtowers that have lost their magical effects have all been investigated one by one, without the slightest strong evidence.

In the ruins, the smell of decay emanating from the deceased seriously interfered with Wang Man's spirit.

The wind blew in my ears, as if the unjust spirits of the village were pouring out their grievances and grievances.

Call...... Whew, a faint breath came from the jungle behind the village, Wang Man's eyes were shocked, his thoughts were agitated like substance, and a circle of purple light instantly swept through the entire forest.

"Warwick, there's breath in the woods ahead. ”

Warwick was engrossed, his eyes and thoughts swept to the jungle in front of him, and by the time Wang Man finished speaking, he had already left an afterimage on the spot.

There is breath, this is hope! Friend or foe, do not kill.

Wang Man was afraid that the other party would escape, so he used his speed to the extreme, and halfway through, he was surprised to find the source of the breath hiding in the grass, and he was indifferent, as if he did not notice Wang Man's approach.

The other party is a weak person, at least the strength is below Wang Man.

In the haystack, the breath was like a gossamer, but in Wang Man's ears, it was like thunder. Wang Man didn't say a word, revealing the strength of his fist, Zimang rushed out, with a muffled bang, the haystack was cleanly and neatly scattered, and the figure hiding inside was trembling to avoid the strong eyes.

This is a child, immature and restless, with the trembling body can be judged that he has no spiritual power, for some reason, from this young child, Wang Man seems to see his own childhood.

This child's experience may be the same as Wang Man's, or he and Wang Man may be helpless, abandoned and spurned, ignored by the crowd, and looked down upon by playmates.

Warwick arrived at the scene, and was stunned when he saw the shabby and rain-soaked boy in front of him, and at first impression Warwick thought that the child was a slave, certainly a slave very similar to himself.

The boy bit his lip and glanced at the two in front of him with a furrowed brow, hurriedly deflecting his way away and stepping back with his legs on the ground.

The boy was pale-skinned, and his long hair on his forehead was covered with dirt, and the rain washed dirt down the tip of his handsome nose.

"It's not good to kill me, I didn't see anything. Please, don't kill me......" The boy flinched, his lips squirming, his face low and inaudible.

He's so weak!

Wang Man glanced at Warwick, turned around and squatted down with a smile, stretched out his hands and slowly leaned towards the boy.

As if seeing a demon, the boy put his hands in front of him and pulled back vigorously, but he had been in the haystack for too long, and his legs and feet were not dexterous, and after a few convulsions, he froze in place.

Wang Man sighed softly, this boy is too similar to himself!

"Little brother, don't be afraid, we are not wicked people. As Wang Man spoke, he approached the boy with a sincere smile on his face.

The little boy's sleeping face, purple and blue, he looked helplessly at Wang Man approaching, without resisting or retreating.

Soon, a pair of warm hands held his little hand, and this breath made him feel quieter than ever.

"Tell my brother how you got here?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, then drew his little finger and pointed in the direction of the village of Arenas.

Wang Man and Warwick looked at each other, and they were both ecstatic.

"Little friend, you said you were a villager from Arenas. Do you know what's going on in that village?" asked Wang Man unhurriedly.

The little boy opened his mouth timidly and suddenly burst into tears.

"Brother, I'm the only one left in the village. The villagers were killed by the devil. ”

Wang Man took a breath of cold air, calmed down, and asked in a calm tone: "Brother knows, then brother asks you, do you see clearly who invaded the village?"

The little boy's pupils turned white, and he trembled subconsciously, as if he was terrified when he remembered that scene.

"Don't be afraid, my brother tells you that my brother's family lives in Arenas, and that there is this uncle behind him, who is also a villager of Arenas, and his name is Warwick. ”

"Ahh

"Hey, kid, we're here to save you, how do you look like you've seen a plague. Warwick was upset and shouted loudly.

The little boy was even more frightened when he saw it, and curled up in a ball.

"Warwick, don't scare the kids. ”

"Little brother, do you have something unspeakable? Don't be afraid, my brother is Wang Man, and my brother's mother is Ji of Arenas. ”

The little boy was stunned, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked anxiously, "Are you talking about Ji Cimu?"

This is a very warm word, Wang Man's heart is like suddenly being twisted by a knife, and the pain of convulsions makes him think of his kind and quiet, great and unheard mother.

Finally found a little clue, this child knew Wang Man's mother.

Pressed down, it turned out that the child's name was Singda, and his mother was Fahrenheit, who was Warwick's wife.

In the rainy season, on the messy thatched grass, Warwick called out his son's name hoarsely, and the little boy always blindly retreated.

"Singda, you want to run away when you see your father?" Wang Man was furious, and said in his heart, this kid is too ignorant.

Singda, who retreated, said uneasily: "He is not my father, my mother said, he is not my father, he is Lang, he is the devil." ”

The boy's words suddenly grabbed Wang Man's heart, and then he softened and said: "You can see clearly, he is a werewolf, but he is fighting for the freedom of the human race and the wolf race, he is not the devil, he is your father." ”