Deer Shoujing?No, it's a Wendigo!

"Crack!"

This is the sound of bone cracking.

"Well, if you have the courage to charge towards death, then I will give you the tranquility of eternal sleep."

One of the forest demon's claws wrapped in sorcerous energy cleanly pierced his throat.

The Impaler's nameplate was taken away, and the Impaler's body was burned.

The forest demon saw a trampled flower plant on the ground, it wasn't planted by him, it was originally in this gathering place.

Leaning down to give it nutrients again, the flower swayed and stood up again.

The forest demons were clearing away enemies everywhere in the gathering area.

But he is out of tune with this battlefield.

The battle of the Sarkaz was fueled by blood offerings and Originium arts, as well as angry curses and shouts.

But he was so quiet.

When passing through several combat zones between the enemy and ourselves, we also brought this tranquility to the enemy.

There are more and more nameplates on his antlers, some from enemies and some from his own people.

The enemy's nameplate is hung in the left corner, and the nameplate of one's own is hung in the right corner.

Most of the nameplates of the dead in battle will be taken away by the comrades in arms, and the ones on his right corner——

A small portion was left out, most was recovered from the enemy.

Enemy nameplate?Then there are only pure dead.

So much so that the enemy would lose their courage and run away in a hurry just by seeing his antlers.

The nameplates swayed and collided with each other as he moved, and the clanking sound was like the whispers of the undead.

"Why is a Wendigo willing to be weak with His Highness?"

the enemies are asking.

"She is orthodoxy, she is light."

The forest demon whispered, and with one sentence, the souls lost any confidence to refute and returned to where they should go.

He walked to where his guide lamp was.

This is the frontal battlefield, and it should also be the place where the origin stone particles are most abundant.

A lot of Sakaz died here.

There were fragments of corpses everywhere, both those of the enemy and theirs.

If it wasn't for Logos to wrap away the part of the origin stone dust that the grudgers had died, and his guide lamp was also purifying the area, this area would be quite dangerous.

He stretched out his hand to hold the guide lamp, and shook off the thick layer of origin stones accumulated on the guide lamp.

Insert the guide light back into the ground, and the plants are cleaning the battlefield.

The forest demon walked up to the only captive so far.

That Centurion of Sakaz, the Centurion who dared to charge at Logos but was knocked down by our centurion with a sword.

"How miserable."

The left face was red, swollen and deformed, the horn on the left was smashed, and the fragments of the horn even pierced into the scalp, which was bloody and bloody.

There were still several big bags on his head, and a bunch of his own soldiers who were wounded by him also surrounded him.

"The last time he woke up was you two knocking, this time it's our turn to knock!"

Several wounded were still muttering, and when they saw Lin Yao, they immediately stopped their voices and stood up.

They looked at the large number of nameplates hanging on the antlers of Wendigo with admiration in their eyes.

Lin Yao waved them away.

"You want to change jobs, right?"

He had already noticed that the centurion was pretending to be unconscious because he didn't want to be knocked unconscious again.

The centurion opened his eyes, sat up, and stared at the wounded for a moment.

"I've already regretted it. The water was broken, and one corner was smashed. I almost lost my children and grandchildren. I guess I won't be able to find a wife in the future."

The centurion's tone was very decadent.

"Regret it? Do you need me to help you end your miserable life?"

The red light of witchcraft flickered in the hands of the forest demon.

"No, no, no! Spare your life!"

Although he has completely turned into a pessimist, the centurion feels that his life is not that miserable.

"Then what about your job-hopping certificate?"

The red light in Lin Yao's eyes narrowed into a line.

"Call for a certificate? I'm a prisoner, what's left of me?"

"But, do I have a story and do you have a drink?"

The centurion had no sense of being a prisoner.

Lin Yao planned to get up and leave, not wanting to waste precious fishing time on this uncooperative prisoner.

"When General Teresis integrated the mercenaries, my mercenary group was on the border of the military committee, and we were recruited in such a daze."

"In order to strengthen militarized control, he would break up some powerful mercenary groups, and my mercenary group was just gone."

The centurion was very sad. The foundation he worked so hard to create was lost inexplicably, and his whole being was so empty.

"Well, then what?"

Lin Yao sat down again and listened to him.

"The savings of the mercenary group over the years to subsidize the military are gone, but as an elite who can stand alone, my treatment is still good."

"But if it wasn't for Tracy, I should have found a stable place to get married and have children by now."

Now the centurion, who had no pursuit at all, collapsed to the ground again.

"Sir, if you are in a good mood, could you introduce me to some girls with monophilia?"

"That bitch is really merciless."

The centurion reached out and pulled out the horn fragments pierced into the scalp, collected them and carefully put them in his pocket.

These are his lost youth!

"Oh, you are a prisoner now, besides, who has the leisure to get married now?"

After listening to the story, Lin Yao finished fishing and planned to speed up some progress.

"Hey! Don't knock, those in the Ye Xing Tuan, do you still remember me, I was the one who saved you back then! Be gentle! I won't run away!"

The centurion's wail came again from behind.

The forest demon found a statue and some fragments of the enemy's corpse in a corner, a statue made of a dead curser.

There were still the corpses of our own warlocks around, but none of them exploded into pieces.

The curser kept leaning against the wall, with pain on his face. He died of ore disease.

He recovered many nameplates of the Babel warriors from the curser.

Most mercenaries and soldiers will engrave the logo of their camp on their nameplates.

Apparently, the ghasters died of ore sickness after overcasting after killing their pursuers.

Very rarely, this enemy seemed to have some kind of awareness before he died, and he helped protect the corpse of their warlock.

There were no wounds on the corpses of their warlocks except for the violent spell fluctuations, and the corpses were intact.

The forest demon silently burned the corpses of the curser and the nearby enemy corpses with flames, and the corpses of these own warlocks were sending out signals to wait for others to help bury them.

He shook his head.

There are still more nameplates on the left than on the right.

He was worried that there would gradually be more nameplates in the right corner than in the left corner.

Those who are completely desperate can always burst out the courage to die together.

The door on the opposite side of the wall opened.

"I... we can help... bury them."

It was the Pello father and son.

Little Pello still holds the flower in his hand.

They saw the forest demon trembling obviously when he turned to look at them, and his ears drooped in fear.

But the forest demon could feel the courage in their hearts.

"Well, then I'll go with you."

Lin Yao nodded.

Perot and his son found a wooden cart originally used to carry grain, and the forest demon put several corpses of the warlock on it.

They just pushed the cart towards the cemetery.

"Do you know the curser?"

Lin Yao suddenly made a sound, and he noticed that the cursed person was facing the home of Pello and his son before he died.

The Pello father and son became a little nervous.

"Nothing, I'm just asking."

Lin Yao was afraid that the two Perots would misunderstand and stopped asking.

After walking a few more steps, little Pello seemed to have brewed new courage.

Pello's father tried to stop him but he didn't

"Brother Sarkaz has taken good care of us these days. He even gave us flowers once."

Yes, the Sarkaz jinxer was quite young.

"While you were fighting off those Sakaz, I...we still wanted that brother to come in and hide."

When he said this, little Pelo became very nervous.

Lin Yao put his hand on little Pello's head, and little Pello froze and didn't dare to move.

But Lin Yao just rubbed his head to give him some more courage.

"But my brother refused us because he was afraid of affecting us. He even stood guard at our door and helped us fight off some bad guys..."

"Then he seemed to be a little bit crazy. At this time, your warlock came, he killed your warlock, and he himself had an ore attack... and left."

It was Pello's father who took the conversation.

"what is his name?"

Lin Yao was silent for a moment, then asked aloud.

"Those bad guys call him 'Sulfur Smoke.'"

It was Little Pello who spoke.

The forest demon took off the newly hung nameplates from the antlers, found the nameplate with the code name 'Sulphur Smoke' engraved on it, and handed it to Little Pelo.

Little Pelo took the nameplate and looked at it blankly, then carefully put it in his pocket.

No enemies were encountered on the way to the cemetery.

In other words, all the enemies that might be encountered on this road were wiped out in advance by the shadow of the forest demon.

They met Pith who was followed by many warlocks.

Pith silently looked at the corpses of several warlocks and saluted, then continued with the clearing task.

It's just that Lin Yao always feels that there is something Gallic in the military salute.