Deer Shoujing?No, it's a Wendigo!

When they arrived at the cemetery, they watched Perlo and his son pick up a shovel and dig a hole at a familiar location.

"Stop! Change position."

Perot and his son looked at Wendigo with some puzzlement.

Lin Yao was a little helpless, he couldn't say that half of the rations eaten by the scavengers were buried in that position, could he?

They found a few free places and started digging pits, burying the corpses of the warlocks.

The forest demon made stone tablets according to their names and code names in memory.

After sending Pei Luo and his son home, Lin Yao continued to clean up.

It was already morning when it was completely confirmed that there were no enemies in the gathering place.

The Timberman found Logos on the tallest tower in the enclave.

"Well."

The Timber sat on the terrace of the tower with Logos.

Lin Yao took off the nameplates on the antlers, and took out the newly added nameplates from the shadow of his return.

The nameplates were piled up in three piles on the ground.

A small pile is for the Tower of Babel, a small pile is for unmarked camps, and a large pile is for the enemy.

The actual death toll may only be higher, because not all nameplates are in the hands of Lin Yao.

Their fighters will also accept the nameplates of their dead comrades as a memory and inheritance, and they will also collect the nameplates of their enemies as their own spoils.

There will also be Sarkaz without the nameplate.

After counting, the forest demon stood up with Logos.

Yesterday's frontal battlefield was already filled with flowers, flowers that feed on corpses.

His guiding light was still stuck among the flowers.

"Arrange everything during the day today, and entertain the soldiers at night?"

Logos suggested suddenly.

"So you can sing?"

The forest demon has a heart for Logos' singing.

"Sing? You want me to sing for a small victory?"

A young and rare male banshee with a proud face.

"Tch, that's boring."

Lin Yao curled his lips.

"We are in the perfect position now, but it can also be said to be half surrounded by other lost gathering places."

"What is that? We have eaten up the enemy's troops gathered here."

"Well, the momentum is good. Come with me to appease the aborigines in this gathering place."

Logos nodded when he saw Lin Yao break out of that solemn state.

The forest demon turned into black mist and dissipated.

Logos looked down the terrace, and the wendigo's eyes, already below the tower, had a defiant red gleam.

"Humph!"

The banshee jumped from the balcony, and when she landed, she was wrapped in a spell and was unharmed.

Chapter 91 What he robbed was supplies, not the Rutland caravan.

Chapter 91 What he robbed was supplies, not the Rutland caravan.

"You're still pretending."

Lin Yao sighed quietly.

The two walked towards the square in the center of the gathering place.

The warriors have assembled the crowd, and Logos will be in charge of the next speech.

The forest demon was on the side. He listened to Logos and stared at the people.

There are several incompatible emotional sources.

The red light in Wendigo's eyes turned into purple light, confirming that there were a few escaped fish who pretended to be civilians and sneaked in.

He poked Pith, who was standing to one side.

"When the meeting is disbanded, get rid of those few, and my carrion crows will mark them."

Pith nodded to show he understood.

They still left some enemies willing to surrender.

The Tower of Babel will not do any compulsory recruitment of civilians, and damaged facilities in the gathering place must be repaired. Prisoners are the best choice for a job.

The forest demon's eyes changed from purple to black, and he was controlling the carrion crows to attack the Tresis Army sentries far away from the gathering place.

These spies want to get information, and there are also enemies who escaped early in the gathering place when they saw the situation is not good, and some escaped fish who escaped want to convey the information.

Yanke's team and some soldiers had already dealt with those deserters under the guidance of his carrion crow.

In the distance, the captive centurion was pitifully stuffing half a piece of baked potato into his mouth, and the last half was carefully put in his pocket with a clean cloth.

The centurion, with a potato in his mouth, picked up the building materials that had been put aside and began his miserable life as a captive.

The left side of his face was still bandaged.

"Hey, if I had known how miserable it was, I might as well have run away and fled back to the Military Council as soon as the situation was bad. At least the treatment there was much better."

The centurion lamented again and again.

"Oh, you are so blessed that you don't know how lucky you are. Look at the other prisoners. They can only get one potato. His Highness Lin Yao said that he specially gave you three potatoes as a way to recruit outstanding talents! Hurry up. move!"

Ye Xing, the former mercenary captain, squatted not far away to act as a supervisor, and the centurion looked at the bowl of broth she was holding in his hand, feeling sad.

After the war, as an elite with a high number of enemy kills, Ye Xing would naturally receive generous treatment.

After moving another one back and forth, the centurion said:

"Ye Xing, look at you, you beat me so badly that even one corner was broken by you. I won't be able to marry a wife in the future, so you have to be responsible for me!"

Centurion Sarkaz, who once dominated the battlefield, was so humble at this moment that he just knelt down and hugged Ye Xing's leg.

Ye Xing looked at the empty left side of his head. Not only his horns, but also his ears were broken off. She felt that it looked a bit——

I lose my appetite, and the broth in my hand is not very fragrant.

"Is that your reason this time?"

Ye Xing refrained from keeping a distance from him, and then asked.

"Didn't I think that if we get on good terms, you can't say a few good things about me? Then I can get rid of the prisoner status earlier?"

The centurion managed to smile somewhat flatteringly.

Ye Xing was not surprised when she heard these words, she wanted to walk away, but she was stunned when she saw that flattering smile.

The Sarkaz man in front of him seemed to have really lost all fighting spirit.

She still remembered the mercenary captain who vigorously competed with her for mission rewards when they worked together.

The former mercenary captain overlapped with the decadent one-horned Sakaz prisoner.

They are the same person, why is there such a big gap?

Now that I think about it, his act of charging towards that Banshee Highness was also for the sake of death.

Looking at that frustrated and flattering smile, Ye Xing instantly lost her appetite for food.

She passed the soup in her hand to the other party.

"Looking at your face, I can't eat it anymore!"

After speaking, he left as if fleeing.

The centurion took the soup and touched his face blankly with one hand.

"It's just a bit vicissitudes, but he's still very handsome!"

"I don't care about that bitch, I made a bowl of broth for nothing today! It's delicious!"

The centurion sipped the broth, feeling a little sad for some reason.

The scavengers came and took away three standard portions of food as if they were brought to the Blood Demon.

Nitat and Bathory, the two blood demons who jumped into the camp, also secretly followed behind the scavengers, and the forest demon followed.

The three Gorefiends in the dungeon have all returned to normal, but the one who was defeated by Logos is still a little stunned.

"Nitat, Bathory, you betrayed us!"

The slippery blood demon who was defeated by the forest demon shouted.

"Tsk, Gran, I'm looking forward to how long you can last."

Bathory looked at the circle of corrupt land and directly covered his nose, while the three Gorefiends in the dungeon had even sealed their sense of smell with blood, and spoke in a muffled voice as if their noses were stuffed.

The gorefiend in the cell noticed the simple food that the scavengers brought and cursed again.

"What good food did you bring to the banshee, and that's all we have here? And this rotten dungeon! You filthy scavengers!"

"We want blood! Fresh blood! We want preferential treatment!"

Logos' incantation could suppress the madness of the Gorefiend when he was short of blood, but it couldn't suppress the hunger of the Gorefiend.

"Haha, that Wendigo won't give you blood."

Nitta and Bathory each took out a tomato to suck the juice, with a look of enjoyment on their faces.

Tomatoes may not be able to replenish their strength, but the texture and taste can barely suppress hunger, besides——

To some extent, these tomatoes grow from the body of the Wendigo. Thinking of this, eating these tomatoes will even give you a full sense of accomplishment and an extra sense of satiety.

"Scavenger! Give me blood, members of the royal court deserve preferential treatment!"

Seeing Nitat and Bathory's enjoyment, the three gorefiends in the cell bared their fangs, their eyes filled with longing.

The scavenger looked helplessly at the Wendigo following behind him.

If the treatment of the Gorefiend after being imprisoned in the Tower of Babel is spread, it will bring pressure to their court of the scavengers.

After all, there are banshees who are treated first.

Lin Yao glanced at the three blood demons coldly.

He took out three tomatoes that he had prepared long ago from the bag in his hand.

Nitat and Bathory stared at the three tomatoes, their eyes almost dripping with desire.

These three tomatoes were divided among the three Gorefiends.

"One per person per day, plus the standard food ration, nothing more!"

The personal ration of Nitat and Bathory is two tomatoes per day. They can also receive the standard ration of the soldiers, but they will not get it if they cannot eat it.

If there is a battle, the forest demon will allow them to suck blood, but in order to prevent them from playing tricks, they will not allow them to suck more.

Using the wounded as blood packs is also not allowed. The silly gorefiend who was defeated by Logos before killed many of their own wounded with one hand. Even a small scratch would cause blood loss and death risk.

The blood demons looked at the red tomatoes in their hands with some hesitation, but then they thought of the two traitors enjoying themselves and pierced their fangs into them to absorb the juice.

It's a very novel taste, completely different from blood, but it's great.

The expressions on the faces of the Gorefiends gradually became enjoyable.

Seeing this, the forest demon turned and left, while Nitat and Bathory stared at his bag that seemed to contain tomatoes and chose to follow him.

"How many blood fiends have you guys come this time?"

Lin Yao asked aloud.

"There are seven people in total, and the seven of us are the ones who are willing to come."

"Me, Bathory, Leos, Moon, Gran, Quina, and Almos."