evil jihad

The villagers get up one after another and are busy; every day here is very boring. People here are like puppets doing the same action every day, eating, sleeping, and hunting; I have to say that there is no village of dreams is terrible.

Under Rodman's gratifying sight, Wang Man entered the deep mountain with his long hair; he followed the same path as when he hunted the wolf, but it seemed that there was only one path.

The mountain road is still as difficult as before. Wang Man, holding a lamp, carefully looked at the dense forest around him. Recently, wolves have been infested, and the hares here seem to be much rarer. They all hide in the forest and dare not move rashly. For Wang Man , you can only move forward lightly, otherwise you will be empty-handed and get nothing.

After passing the end of the mountain road, the flowers that have experienced the battle over there come into view again, the branches and leaves are listlessly pulled along, and the withered grass is flying across the mountains. Under the washing of the rain, it looks like a weather-beaten oiran, with ragged clothes, not worth paying attention to .

creak creak...

Seeing Wang Man, the flower vine seemed to be a little happy, and the swaying flower stems waved at the people who came; these were dahlias, and Wang Man knew that they were not malicious, because he passed by here when he was a child, and he was not harmed day after day. ?Why attack the Kerry Goode family?It's still a mystery to this day!

In the empty mountains and plains, except for the mournful flower vines and dense trees, there is no life anymore, as if all the creatures here disappeared overnight.

After crossing mountains and ridges and stepping on water, Wang Man finally found a cliff and sat down helplessly.

The breeze swayed, and the wet water droplets flowed down the cliffs. The perennial rain did not level the entire village and mountains, nor did it converge into a torrential river. Instead, it watered the trees and made them flourish. Looking at the living space of human beings; seeing the rainwater seeping into the ground, Wang Man had an idea in his mind, and he asked himself at a loss: "Where does the rainwater flow to? Is the final gathering point there the water world?"

The cold hit the young Wang Man, who couldn't help shivering due to the coldness. After searching here for a long time, the hourglass turned more than halfway; looking at the quiet and deep jungle, he got up and prepared to return to the village.

"Aman, come and save me." Faintly, Wang Man heard a voice calling him from behind, weak and powerless.

Suddenly Wang Man felt a chill, and he clenched the spear tightly in his hand, and turned around across his chest.

Wang Man saw a figure curled up in the dense forest, with only half of his body exposed, waving to him, and just after he lifted it up, he let it hang down weakly, obviously he had suffered a heavy blow.

"Uncle Warwick?" An uneasy voice came from Wang Man's throat. He looked at the person in front of him and wanted to confirm his identity.

The people in the grass had dirty faces, and their hair was fluffy and stuck together, looking dirty, half dim and half pale under the firefly lights; I don't know if it was blood stains or mud.

However, when he heard Wang Man calling his name, he seemed very excited, humming and waving his hands vigorously towards this side, watching Wang Man slowly approaching, then An Xin's body softened, and he lay down in the grass middle.

The rubbing trees made rustling sounds under their feet. In Wang Man's consciousness, Warwick was bitten by a werewolf. In the memory of the villagers, he was a werewolf, a werewolf assimilated by wild beasts.

"Uncle Warwick? Why are you here?" As he got closer, Wang Man used his spear to push through the tree vines, looking down at Warwick on the ground.

At this time, Warwick was weak and curled up on the ground, his appearance was exactly the same as before. The only unsightly thing was the pierced wound on his left leg. Time healed and the black blood hole could not be seen. The blow made the wound worse, and thick black liquid came out and flowed underground.Fortunately, it didn't look like a wolf, which made Wang Man doubtful. Could it be that the residents of the village were deceiving him?In short, seeing Warwick like this, Wang Man was very happy.

"Man! That red-eyed wolf hasn't gone far, and they will come back again." Warwick looked nervous, completely without the cynical and paranoid expression of the past, and he dared not look directly at him as he spoke. Wang Man, who is a generation younger, seems to have an innate sense of oppression.

This is the difference between beasts and humans, but beasts are also like humans, with emotions and IQs. Dozens of wolves were buried in Arenas, and if those beasts dared to come, they would have no fear.

"Come on! Now Arenas is not what it used to be; Uncle Warwick, go, I will carry you back."

Warwick was attracted by the aura displayed by Wang Man. He could see the kingly aura in Wang Man, but it was a little vague, and he was not even sure, but there was an idea in his heart that always warned him.

Wang Man bent over to help the weak Warwick, who suddenly had a grim face and waved his hands repeatedly to signal him not to approach.

"Uncle Warwick, what's the matter with you? Don't you want to go back to the village?" Wang Man's mind was full of doubts. He didn't know what happened. According to what Aize and Rodman told, didn't the wolves die in the village? Is it in a large magic barrier?

Speaking of the village, Warwick's face was full of fascination, his pupils constricted and fell into intoxication. The village was quiet and peaceful, with a gentle and kind wife and a well-behaved young son. Everyone in the village was equal and respected each other; Very tempting existence.

"No, I can't go back, I can't go back; I just want to tell you a secret, werewolves will attack villages, not dozens of them, but hundreds of them." Warwick suddenly Putting away his kind eyes, a violent and evil face appeared in front of his eyes. He quickly told Wang Man about the future disaster, and he was deliberately avoiding something in his words. Warwick looked around tremblingly, as if he was in a tangle among.

Warwick's anomaly aroused Wang Man's curiosity, hundreds or thousands?That would undoubtedly be a devastating catastrophe for Arenas; if that were the case, he would have to find a way to transfer it quickly.But?But how did Warwick know so much?

"Uncle Warwick, why did the wolves attack the village on such a large scale? Hundreds of wolves, even if they wiped out all the people in the village, it wouldn't be enough to fill their teeth!"

"Ahem...the target of the wolves is not the village. They seem to be looking for someone, a leader who has been missing for a long time." Warwick's eyes were lax, and he saw Wang Man's doubts, and he said impatiently: "Ah Man, you Go back, I am no longer human, I was bitten by a werewolf, I am now a half-human half-wolf devil; I am very anxious, I am afraid of becoming a demon; you go away, stay away from me."

"No, Uncle Warwick, you are the greatest warrior in Arenas. You haven't turned into a wolf, are you a human now? Come back with me, the great magician of the village may be able to lift the curse for you." Wang Man has no heart to give up. In his life, he will always remember the moment when his father was taken away by the demon army. Therefore, he does not allow any elders to repeat the same mistakes.

The young man's persistence moved Warwick a little, but he couldn't go back. He had already experienced the greed of being a wolf once, and that would completely wipe out his conscience. Go back?That will only cause more trouble for the villagers!

"Aman, you go away, I just want to remind you to protect the villagers; I can't do it anymore, I can't suppress wolfbane, go, go." Warwick, who was lying down, was stunned, his limbs became tense. Kong Wu was powerful, and the periosteum on the top of his head made a dull and piercing sound.

"Get out of here, don't see me as a ghost! Go back, you will be the hope of Arenas; take care of my son for me, I will never see him again, take care of me... howl ..." With the last howl of horror, Wang Man was completely awakened by the roar, and he knew that Warwick would not go back with him.

The lingering Warwick, after turning into a wolf, was as vigorous as flying, roared at Wang Man, turned around and galloped towards the dark and cold mountains.

"Warwick, you are a warrior of Arenas no matter what, thank you very much for providing important information to everyone." Looking at the deep mountain, Wang Man shouted loudly, although he did not know what Warwick said False, but fell into a moment of contemplation.

The wolves went to Arenas to find someone?who?Is it to eliminate Grandpa Rodman, a fourth-order magician?

Could it be?Are there really thousands of wolves in the Judgment Land?

God!What happened in the end, who can tell me?

Wang Man Yangtian sighed, the only response to him was the vast and deep mountains and the desolate howling of wolves in the distance.

howl……

The voice died for a long time, and the lingering sound lingered in the beams, and it could not be heard all day long. This roar made Rod Manton under the whistle tower in the village even more uneasy.