You are too extreme

After the surrounding herdsmen knelt down and worshiped, they stood up and looked at the body that was brought.

Horses in saddles and humans with bows and arrows.

Da Dawei boldly leaned over, and what came into view was a face with both eyes gouged out.

There were many scars on his body, and his arms were missing.

The entire chest had been dug open, the internal organs were hollowed out, and rotten maggots had grown and multiplied inside the chest cavity. Except for the lower body, which was relatively intact, the man's corpse was simply horrible to look at.

Even the old man who had killed someone started vomiting.

This person... is Chahan Te Mu Lun.

"It's already infested with maggots and still smells like it. It must have been at this level for at least ten days."

The blood stinks and smells of decay.

But Dawei's head can still keep running, and smelly blood is still blood.

"Normal means are not enough to cause this kind of thing."

It should be magic.

Thinking of this, Dawei reached out his hand and began to rummage through Chahante Mulun's clothes, trying to find some clues inside.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, a hand grabbed his wrist.

Chahante Wooden Wheel, which was supposed to be lying on the ground, sat up strangely, and its two empty eye sockets lit up with frightening green fire.

He turned his head.

He roared at Dawei in a way that was not like a normal creature.

The surrounding herdsmen who saw this scene were frightened by the resurrection of the dead, and several timid children fainted on the spot.

Even the most mentally strong old man was frightened into losing his crazy will.

No, not right.

Everyone around him, including the creatures, also showed fear. This was obviously not a normal situation.

It's about magic.

"Slaves... you slaves are going to die!!!"

The corpse's voice sounded like a man's and a woman's, both evil and hoarse. The words he spoke made everyone present even more horrified.

"Unfortunately, it doesn't work for me."

Feeling the gentle force on his wrist, Dawei raised his other hand and made it into a fist.

An ordinary straight punch hit Chahante Mulun's corpse on the forehead.

The powerful straight punch smashed the entire skull, and the pink-white brain tissue was squeezed out by the fist. The already miserable body became even more frightening under the influence of Dawei's straight punch.

Looking at the body that fell backward, Dawei pinched the wrist that was holding his arm, gently moved it down, and broke the bones and flesh together.

Because of unknown witchcraft.

The bones of this corpse were as fragile as sugar cane, and under the influence of his power, they were as crisp as dry noodles.

Dawei didn't show mercy because the opponent fell. He stepped on the chest of the body with his foot.

Grab his head with your arms and twist it directly to the right.

As the clicking sound sounded, the corpse's eyes no longer burned with green flames.

"Well, now he's dead."

People fell into silence and deeper despair.

Chapter 11 Talk nonsense

At seven o'clock in the evening, both the unfortunate man's body and the horse corpse were cremated by Dawei.

Although there is a lack of wood, there is a possibility of another corpse fraud.

No one in the tribe objected.

Burning people to ashes is a relatively luxurious thing on the grassland.

Under normal circumstances, you either dig a hole and bury it, or leave the body to nature.

"The situation now is a narrow escape."

Speaking in Chinese that others could not understand, Dawei held his chest and looked at the corpse burning in the flames.

He came into the world alone and as a little kid.

If it hadn't been for that strange eagle he would have died long ago.

Later, he was adopted because of the strange eagle, and he got the opportunity to learn knowledge and know the world.

But not until he reaches 12 years old.

Some cut screen appears out of nowhere, interrupting his development.

The idiot war father thought he was a cub and wanted to kill him directly to protect his daughter.

He could obviously sell favors to prevent me from attacking his daughter, but he insisted on killing me to protect his daughter.

Finally got killed.

Then a new war father was elected, but this war father was very short-lived.

After just a few days of investigation, it turned into a miserable corpse.

In the end, he came back to life with a line that only appears in horror movies.

The tribe was really in trouble. Some of the young and middle-aged men who could fight were drawn out to fight against the invasion, and some of them went straight to the streets.

There's not much left now.

Not to mention the mysterious creature that can resurrect humans into zombies.

If they were discovered by other tribes now, the same kind of sabers would definitely be waiting for them.

Even a weakling like Dawei can think of such a problem.

People in the tribe can also think of it.

They were terrified and kept praying to God for protection and peace of mind.

As Dawei, who has performed miracles many times and killed zombies with his bare hands, he naturally became the backbone.

Even less than ten years old.

These people also placed their hopes crazily on Dawei.

Because of this, Dawei asked them to be cremated, and these people would not hesitate to execute it.

In this terrible situation, even the wisest and wisest Ugli has fallen into fear.

Aliens and non-human races are everywhere on the grassland, but things that can resurrect dead bodies are no longer the category of aliens.

But an evil wizard.

This kind of terrifying thing is simply unstoppable to mortals.

Even if his son returns from the battlefield, he cannot save the tribe.

Magic must be fought against magic.

And the only one in their tribe who can have anything to do with magic is the son of the eagle who has shown miracles many times.

"It's a witch! It's those dirty witches who cursed us! She wants to kill us all!"

"We are all going to die!"

The mental state of the tribe is quite poor.

My morale was low because of the death of my war father, and now I encountered something unfortunate like a witch. There was an old man who seemed to be going crazy and yelled.

"Quiet."

"I will contact the condor and convey my needs to him and ask him to help us out."

No words of emotion were added.

Let the crazy old man calm down. His mental state is quite bad, his whole face is covered with wrinkles, and his two eyes are bloodshot, as if he is about to go crazy at any time.

Can understand.

After all, his son died just after he became a war father. After his death, he turned into a zombie. After turning into a zombie, he died again and was cremated.

It can be said that it is a dead body without a complete body.

It is normal for normal people to collapse immediately when encountering this kind of thing.

Without his grandson, the poor guy would probably go completely crazy and not be as easy to comfort as he is now.

"We will arrange a vigil tonight and everyone will gather together to manage the situation. Adults will bring their weapons and be ready to fight at any time."

"By the time we leave early tomorrow morning, this location has proven to be unsafe."

Running away when you can't fight is a very wise move. Only idiots come back and stay to die.

Although this hanging man's thinking speed is very slow, he can still perform daily command activities.

As long as it's not some mind-numbing conspiracy, there's no problem in leaving it to him.

There is nothing strange about people.

They began to deploy under the command of Dawei.

Weapons were distributed to the old, weak, sick and disabled, and Ao Quan was released and asked to follow the vigil team.

Dawei picked up the throwing spear behind the slave owner.

This thing is more than two meters long, which is more than enough to be used as a spear.

Can't sleep tonight.

If you want to have a good rest, you must at least reach the next safe pastoral area.

People from other tribes should also be careful, those guys will not let us go.

Darkness has fallen.

The entire grassland gradually fell into darkness. The good news is that there are many bugs in the grassland.

The sound they make makes the darkness of night less scary.

The people of the tribe all fell asleep peacefully under the order given by Dawei. Except for the night watchers, everyone here was resting.

I have to go on a journey tomorrow.

If you don't sleep well, you won't have the energy to prepare.

"Son of the Eagle! Do you know what that is? This kind of thing should not exist in the world at all. He should go back to the darkness..."

A middle-aged man named Ugli suddenly asked.

The other night watchmen were attracted by the sound and looked over.

Dawei's slow brain worked for a few seconds to figure out what he meant, and it took him a long time to think.

In the end, I randomly figured out the answer from other novels.

"It's necromancy. Generally, those who can cast this kind of magic are necromancers. Those guys work with the dead and are enemies of the gods. Their best method is to control corpses and can create skeleton soldiers..."

This is nonsense, complete nonsense.

But no one here understands, and no one is more authoritative than him, so everyone believes it.

"How can we deal with the Necromancer?"

"Just find the main body and kill him. Just be careful of the corpse he summons."

Pretending to be relaxed, the tension was relieved to a great extent and made these people less afraid.

The night watchmen looked around quietly.

Chapter 12What the hell?