Crow God, also called Crow God Patrol, Death Patrol, Crow Patrol, or simply called Crow Disaster. A supernatural phenomenon that may occur when a certain number of night crows gather, specifically manifested as the originally timid night crows.
Suddenly, their temperament changes drastically, and then they become an extremely aggressive group, attacking all living creatures indiscriminately.
This phenomenon is similar to the locust plague, and no one knows the cause. The only difference is that the locust plague does not directly harm people, while the crow plague attacks all living creatures. Because the image of the night crow and its scavenging habits are inherently dark, death
, evil colors are often regarded as the god of death and the descendant of hell, so there are legends of the 'crow god' and the 'god of death'.
However, crow disasters are not common. Although night crows are gregarious birds, due to food restrictions, there are often not too many night crows in the same area, and it is difficult to gather in large enough numbers to cause crow disasters. Generally speaking, a radius of
The food within a hundred miles is only enough to support 1,800 night crows. In other words, there are only 18,000 night crows within a thousand miles.
Because of their small size, hundreds of night crows are not a big deal even if they can cause a crow disaster. To cause a threatening crow disaster, at least thousands of night crows are needed to participate. And a crow disaster caused by tens of thousands of night crows can only
It was circulated a few generations ago, and it was almost just a legend. Because that meant that all the night crows from thousands of miles away were gathered together.
The sun sets over the west mountain and night falls.
Although the name contains the word "night", night crows, like most birds, are actually night-blind. When it gets dark, they will return to the trees to rest. After nearly an hour, they suddenly erupted.
The 'Crow God' ended in such an abrupt way, leaving only the corpses of dead night crows on the ground. Strangely enough, although night crows are omnivorous scavenging birds, they are absolutely indifferent to the corpses of their companions.
Don't touch them, probably out of instinct to prevent the spread of infectious diseases.
The moon has risen.
The valley was in a mess, with broken corpses everywhere. Countless black feathers were scattered on the muddy snow, glowing in the dark night, making it look eerie.
rustle.
Several bodies were overturned.
Wen Wu sat up and shook off the dirt and blood all over his body. This thing was scary enough. If he hadn't been prepared to dig a shallow hole on the spot and block it with corpses, it would probably not be easy.
Over at the camp, there was a sound, and then there was a light of fire.
Wen Wu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. The crow disaster was certainly terrifying, but the camp had previously built a line of defense to block arrows, which was of great use at this time. Moreover, the terrain in the valley was relatively narrow, and the crows could not fully exert their impact.
It will be weakened a lot, and the damage will naturally be greatly reduced. On the other hand, the bandits on the mountains are originally in an open open air environment. There are not many trees on the hillside, and they are bare in winter. They are really exposed and exposed to crows.
If the group rushes like this, I'm afraid not many people will survive.
"Not bad luck."
Wen Wu murmured and stood up, patting the dirt on his body. The corpse's blood, meat residue, bird droppings, and soil were all covered with it, making him look like a corpse that had just crawled out of a grave. No need for it for the time being.
Worried about the camp, he looked up the valley, but he couldn't see anything and it was completely silent. After thinking about it, he decided to go up to see the result.
The mountains look particularly cold under the moonlight.
The scene was like purgatory, with corpses all over the place, including both human and night crows. Fortunately, almost none of the human corpses in the night crows were complete, which made people uncomfortable to see.
However, there are still people alive.
Under the attack of a group of night crows, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to escape. There is no other way but to find a bunker to hide.
On the hillside, dozens of people formed a circle around a few trees. Although most of them were dead, a few who were ruthless enough to use human flesh as a shield still managed to survive.
Laoji was one of them. He and several of his men hid in the middle of the crowd and escaped. But it was not easy. His head was smashed and covered with blood, and his face had several scratches.
The gash and eyeball were almost pecked out. But the deepest injury was to the cheek. Even the leather straps were torn open and the teeth were exposed. It hurt just to look at it.
However, even so, he is still relatively well. After all, he has the foundation of a warrior. Others are not so lucky. Most of them have their bodies pecked with holes, and they are worse than dead... This is the horror of the Crow Disaster.
Even if a single one doesn't do much damage, it's dense enough that each one bites a piece of your flesh and blood, and thousands of them can see your bones in one go.
This is a hundred times more painful than being shot by random arrows. After all, no matter how ordinary people can carry it, even if all the vital points are avoided, one hundred and eighty arrows will be almost gone. But the night crow is different. It pecks the flesh bit by bit from the outside in, which is really true.
It can be pecked thousands of times, and it is not fatal in a short period of time. The whole process is no different than using a knife to attack Chi. The end result is that you cannot survive or die.
"Guh, vomit, vomit -"
Laoji was stimulated by the corpses around him, and felt a violent surge in his stomach, and he vomited. Then the pain on his face made him twitch, and he collapsed.
The night crow on the tree stared at all this coldly, "Gah, gah——"
The old chicken was so frightened that he couldn't care less about the life and death of others. He struggled to get up. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to escape from this hellish place as quickly as possible. However, when he turned around, he saw what was standing in front of him.
There was a young man in front of him. He was dirty and holding a red sword in his hand. His expression was calm and a little novel.
"Ah, ah ah..."
The old chicken seemed to have seen a monster, his eyes widened, he subconsciously stumbled back, and ended up tripping over the corpse and falling.
Wen Wu raised his brows and looked at the others. There were eight or nine people still alive here. Although some of them only had one breath left, it did surprise him. However, at this time,
The survivors were no longer a threat, and their reaction after seeing him was almost like a chicken, as if they had seen a ghost and were frightened out of their wits.
However, Wen Wu was not interested in them, so he turned around and searched, and found another group of people. There were also dozens of people, but because they had no time to escape, they were basically all destroyed. Those corpses were even worse, with only skin and flesh on the surface, internal organs and so on.
They had all been pecked clean, and most of them were just skeletons with meat hanging on them. The ground was covered with blood and meat residue.
Through their clothing, they could barely tell that this group of people were the masked men. Wen Wu picked at the corpses with a big sword and examined them carefully, hoping to find some useful clues.
"cough--"
Suddenly, there was a tremor in the pile of corpses.
Wen Wu was startled, then looked over, and was surprised to find that there was still someone alive. Looking more closely, it turned out that one of them had survived by using the body of his companion to cover him, but he was already half dead. The flesh and blood were covered in blood from head to toe, and his scalp was almost gone.
One eye was pecked out, as well as the nose, ears... just a few bloody holes on the face.
All of them can survive. The vitality of a martial artist with a foundation in qigong is indeed strong. No, this should be beyond the average martial artist who practices qi. I am afraid he is a martial artist with a high level of spiritual awareness. Wenwu speculated, and he felt confident in his heart. Although it was terrible, it was terrible.
As long as he is still alive, he can temporarily help him breathe a sigh of relief, and then he can slowly interrogate him, and he should be able to ask something.
Pushing the corpse away with the tip of his sword, Wen Wu saw that the other party was also looking at him, muttering "uh huh" in his mouth, and his one eye showed a strong desire to live, as if he wanted to say something.
"What?"
"Uh, three, three..."
"Ah? Three what?"
Wen Wu leaned down and tilted his ears to hear clearly.
At this moment, there was a soft sound of "咻", and a stream of light flashed in the distant mountain forest, and it passed by as fast as lightning.
Wen Wu raised his hand, and the red blood turned into red light, and he slashed suddenly. There was a crisp sound from the 'Bing', and the red blood broke from it. Wen Wu only felt his wrist shake, the tiger's mouth burst open, and the long sword fell from his hand. He took a step back.
, he watched helplessly as the stream of light exploded, and the fragments covered in red blood knocked down the people on the ground, completely dead. The target of the other party was not him, but to silence him.
"I see……"
Wen Wu looked at his bloody wrist, murmured to himself, then leaned over to pick up a fragment of the sword, stepped forward with his left foot, took a big lunge, leaned his upper body back, and used his body to draw a bow.
The fragments turned into arrows and were thrown violently. With a 'boom', the huge force caused an explosion in the air, forming a sound barrier.
The fragment disappeared with a 'whoosh'. The next moment, a fir tree a hundred yards away that two people were hugging shook, and a hole the size of a bowl opened in the middle of the tree.
Wen Wu frowned, "Oh, it's off."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "boom" from the forest more than a hundred feet away, followed by the sound of trees shaking, breaking, collapsing, and the commotion of disturbed night crows.
"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 Laoji again, smiled at the stunned people, raised his fingers,