The Crow God is also called the Crow God's death, the Death God's Parade, the Crow Patrol, or it is called the Crow Disaster. When a certain number of night crows gather, a supernatural phenomenon may occur, which is specifically manifested as the originally timid night crow suddenly changes its temperament and then becomes a very aggressive group, and attacks all living creatures indiscriminately.

This phenomenon is similar to locust plague. No one knows the cause of it. The only difference is that locust plague does not directly harm people, while crow plague will attack all living things. Because the image and corruption-eating habits of night crows themselves have dark, dead and evil colors, they are often regarded as the god of death and the relatives of hell, so there is the legend of "Crow God" and "Death".

However, crow disasters are not common. Although night crows are flocking birds, due to food restrictions, there are often not too many night crows in the same area, and it is difficult to gather enough to cause crow disasters. Generally speaking, food within a radius of a hundred miles is only enough to support 1,800 night crows. In other words, there are only 1,800 night crows within a thousand miles.

Because of the weak individual, hundreds of night crows can even form crow disasters. To form a threatening crow disaster, at least thousands of night crows need to participate. The crow disasters formed by tens of thousands of night crows have only been passed down a few generations ago, and are almost just legends. Because that means that night crows of thousands of miles are gathered together.

The sun sets in the west and the night comes.

Although the name contains the word "ye", in fact, night crows are night blind, just like most birds. When the sky darkens, they will return to the trees to rest. After nearly an hour, the sudden outbreak of "Crow God" ended in such a sudden form, leaving only dead night crow corpses left on the ground. It is strange that although night crows are omnivorous scavenging birds, they will never touch their companions' corpses, which is probably due to the instinct to prevent the spread of infectious diseases.

The moon is rising.

The valley is covered with fragmented corpses everywhere. Countless black feathers are scattered on the muddy snow, shining in the darkness, making them look gloomy.

rustle.

Several bodies were overthrown.

Wen Wu sat up and shook the soil and blood. This thing was scary enough. If it weren't for the fact that it was ready to dig a shallow pit on the spot and blocked it with a corpse, it would be difficult.

There was a slight ray of fire over the other side of the camp.

Wen Wu was relieved to see this. Although the crow disaster was terrible, the camp had built a line of defense to block arrows before, and it played a big role. Moreover, the terrain in the valley was relatively narrow, and the crows could not be fully exerted. The impact force would be much weakened, and the killing would naturally be greatly reduced. However, the bandits on the mountains were originally in an open open environment, and there were not many trees on the hillsides, and they were bare in winter, so they were completely covered. If they were rushed by the crows, there would probably be few who could survive.

“It’s not bad luck.”

Wen Wu muttered and stood up and slapped the dirt on his body. The blood, flesh and blood, bird droppings, and dirt on the body were covered in it, making him look like a dead body that had just crawled out of the grave. There was no need to worry about the camp for the time being, he looked up at the valley, but he couldn't see anything and was silent. After thinking about it, he decided to go up and see the result.

The mountains look particularly cold under the moonlight.

The scene is like purgatory, with corpses everywhere, and people with night crows. It’s okay to say that almost none of the human corpses are complete, which makes people uncomfortable.

However, there are still people living.

Under the attack of night crows, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to escape, and there is no other way except to find cover to hide.

On the hillside, dozens of people formed a circle with a few trees as the center. Although most of them were still dead, the few ruthless inside were lucky enough to survive with human flesh as the shield.

Lao Ji was one of them. He and several of his men hid in the middle of the crowd and escaped. But it was not good. His head was broken and his head was covered with blood. Several holes were cut on his face, and his eyes were almost pecked off. But the one who was hurt the most was the cheeks, and even the belt flesh was torn apart, and the teeth were exposed, which hurt.

However, even so, he was still pretty good. After all, with the foundation of a warrior, others were not so lucky. Most of them were pecked with holes, and life was worse than death... This is the horror of the crow disaster. Even if the damage is not great, it is dense enough. Each one catches you with flesh and blood, and you can see the bones in one pass.

This is a hundred times more painful than being shot by arrows. After all, no matter how ordinary people can withstand it, even if they avoid all the key points, the 180 arrows will be almost over. But the night crow is different. Pecking at the flesh and flesh from the outside and inside can really pecking at thousands of times. It is not fatal in a short period of time. The whole process is like using a knife to singchi, which means that you cannot survive or die.

"Gu, puff, vomit--"

The old chicken was stimulated by the surrounding corpses, and felt a violent surging of her stomach and vomiting out. Then the wound on her face hurt so that he twitched and she was exhausted.

The night crow on the tree stared at all this coldly, "Ga, Ga——"

The old chicken was so shocked that he was completely distracted from the life and death of others. He struggled to get up, and there was only one thought in his mind, which was to escape from this ghost place as fast as possible. However, when he turned his head, he saw a young man standing in front of him. He was dirty all over, holding a red sword in his hand, his expression was quiet and a hint of novelty.

"Ah, ahhhh..."

The old chicken seemed to have seen a monster, her eyes widened, and subconsciously staggered back, but ended up tripping and falling down by the corpse.

Wen Wu raised his brows and looked at the others. There were eight or nine people still alive here. Although some of them were only breathless, it did surprise him. However, the survivors at this time were no longer threatened. After seeing him, they almost seemed to have seen a ghost like an old chicken, and were scared to death.

However, Wen Wu was not interested in them, so he turned his head and searched and found another group of people. There were also dozens of people, but because he had no time to hide, he was basically wiped out. The corpses were even worse, and the flesh on the surface, internal organs, etc. were pecked, and most of them were a skeleton with flesh hangings, and the ground was covered with blood and flesh.

Through the clothing, we can barely tell that this group of people is the masked group. Wen Wu used his great sword to provoke the corpse and looked carefully to find some useful clues.

"cough--"

Suddenly, the pile of corpses shook for a while.

Wen Wu was stunned, then looked over and was surprised to find that he was still alive. He looked at it carefully and found that he was also a living person who survived by hiding his companion's body, but he was already half dead. From head to toe, his flesh and blood were blurred, his scalp was almost gone, his eyes were pecked blind, his nose, ears... only a few blood holes on his face.

This can be alive. The vitality of a warrior with a foundation of qigong is indeed strong. No, this should be more than that of an ordinary qi-training warrior. I am afraid he is a warrior with a high level of spiritual awareness. Wen Wu guessed it and felt confident. Although it was terrible, as long as he was still alive, he could temporarily help him breathe a sigh of relief, and then slowly interrogate it, and he should be able to ask something.

He used the tip of the sword to push away the corpse. Wen Wu saw that the other party was also looking at him. He murmured "uh" in his mouth, and his eyes showed a strong desire to survive, as if he had something to say.

"What?"

“Uh, three, three…”

"Ah? Three?"

Wen Wu bent down and turned his ears to hear clearly.

At this moment, a "swish" sounded softly, and a stream of light flashed in the distant mountains and forests, sweeping towards them as fast as lightning.

Wen Wu slid his hand, and the red blood turned into red light and slashed suddenly. With a crisp sound of the "soldier", the red blood broke from it. Wen Wu felt his wrist tremble, and the tiger's mouth burst, and the long sword fell out of his hand. He took a step back with the momentum, and he watched the flowing light explode, and the fragments wrapped in red blood knocked down the people on the ground, completely dead. The other party's target was not him, but silence.

"I see……"

Wen Wu looked at his bloody wrist and murmured to himself. Then he leaned over and picked up a piece of sword fragments, took a step forward with his left foot, leaned back, and threw it out with his body as a bow and fragments as an arrow. With a "bang", the huge force exploded the air, forming a circle of sound barriers.

The fragments disappeared in one go. The next moment, a fir tree that was hugging two people a hundred yards away shook, and a hole the size of a bowl opened in the middle of the tree.

Wen Wu frowned, "Oh, I'm off."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud "boom" came from the forest more than a hundred feet away, followed by the sound of trees shaking, breaking, falling, and a commotion from the disturbed night crow.

"Running so fast..."

Wen Wu looked at the broken red blood on the ground and muttered, "But I remember you..." After that, he turned to the old chicken again, smiled at the dumb chickens, raised his fingers, "Shh."

"Wenwu!"

At this time, someone finally came up.
Chapter completed!