The villagers got up one after another and were busy; every day here was very boring. The people here were like puppets doing the same actions every day, eating, sleeping, and hunting. It must be said that there is no village without dreams.
is terrible.
Under Rodman's pleased gaze, Wang Man held his long hair and entered the deep mountains; he was walking the same path he had taken when he was hunting the wolf, but it seemed that there was only one way.
The mountain road is still as difficult as before. Wang Man, who is holding a lamp, carefully looks at the dense forest around him. Recently, wolves have appeared, and the hares here seem to be much rarer. They are hiding in the forest and dare not move rashly. For Wang Man,
, you can only move forward lightly, otherwise your hands will be empty and you will gain nothing.
After passing the end of the mountain road, the flowers that had experienced the war came into view again. The branches and leaves were listlessly pulled along, and withered grass flew across the mountains and fields. Under the wash of the rain, they looked like a weather-beaten courtesan. Their clothes were ragged and not worth a look.
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Creaking, creaking...
The flower vines seemed a little happy when they saw Wang Man, and waved to the visitors with their swaying stems; these were dahlias, and Wang Man knew they meant no harm, because he had passed by here when he was a child, and had not been harmed day after day. As for the last time
?Why did you attack the Kerry Good family? That is still a mystery to this day!
In the empty mountains and fields, except for the mournful flower vines and dense trees, there is no life left, as if all the creatures here disappeared out of thin air overnight.
After climbing over mountains and ridges and treading water, Wang Man finally found a cliff and sat down helplessly.
The breeze swayed, and moist water droplets flowed down the cliffs. The perennial rain did not level the entire village and the mountains, nor did it converge into a long and surging river. Instead, it kept the trees lush and irrigated, and the greenery gradually eroded away.
The space for human survival; seeing the rainwater seeping into the surface, Wang Man had an idea in his mind, and he asked himself blankly: "Where does this rainwater flow to? Is the final gathering point there the world of water?"
The cold hit Wang Man, who was young and well-dressed. The coldness made him shiver. After searching here for a long time, the hourglass turned more than half way. Looking at the silent and deep jungle, he stood up and prepared to return to the village.
"Ah Man, come and save me." Wang Man vaguely heard a voice calling him from behind, feeling weak and powerless.
Suddenly, Wang Man felt a chill coming over him, he clenched the spear in his hand tightly, held it across his chest and turned around.
Wang Man saw a figure huddled in the dense forest, with only half of its body exposed and waving to him. As soon as he lifted it up, it dropped down weakly. It was obvious that he had suffered a heavy blow.
"Uncle Warwick?" An uneasy voice came from Wang Man's throat. He looked at the person in front of him to confirm his identity.
The man in the grass had a dirty look on his face, his hair was fluffy and sticky, and he looked dirty. Under the firefly lamp, he looked half dim and half pale; he didn't know whether it was blood stains or dirt.
However, when he heard Wang Man calling his name, he seemed very excited. He hummed and waved vigorously in this direction. Seeing Wang Man slowly approaching, he felt relieved and lay down in the grass.
middle.
The caressed trees made a rustling sound under their feet. In Wang Man's mind, Warwick was bitten by a werewolf. In the memories of the villagers, he was a werewolf, a werewolf who was assimilated by a wild beast.
"Uncle Warwick? Why are you here?" Walking closer and closer, Wang Man used his spear to open up the blocking tree vines and looked down at Warwick on the ground.
At this time, Warwick was curled up weakly on the ground. His appearance was exactly the same as before. The only unsightly thing was the punctured wound on his left leg. As time had healed, the dark blood hole and the traces of rainwater could no longer be seen.
The blow further worsened the wound, and thick black liquid emerged and flowed into the ground. Fortunately, it did not look like a wolf, which made Wang Man wonder. Could it be that the residents of the village were deceiving him? In short, it looked like
Wang Man was very happy to see Warwick's appearance.
"Aman! That red-eyed wolf has not gone far, they will come back again." Warwick looked nervous, completely without the cynical, paranoid and extreme demeanor of the past. He spoke but did not dare to look directly at him.
Wang Man, who is a generation younger, seems to have an innate sense of oppression.
This is the difference between beasts and humans, but beasts are just like humans, with feelings and intelligence. Dozens of wolves were buried in Arenas. If those beasts still dare to come, there is no fear.
"Come on, come on! Now Arenas is no better than before; Uncle Warwick, let's go, I will carry you back."
Warwick was attracted by the temperament displayed by Wang Man. He could see the aura of a king in Wang Man, but it was a little vague and he was not even sure. However, there was an idea in his heart that always warned him.
Wang Man bent down to help the weak Warwick, who suddenly had a ferocious look on his face and waved his hands repeatedly to signal not to come near.
"Uncle Warwick, what's wrong with you? Don't you want to go back to the village?" Doubts filled Wang Man's mind. He didn't know what happened. According to what Aize and Rodman told him, the wolves didn't die there.
Are you in a large magic barrier?
When he mentioned the village, Warwick looked fascinated, his pupils contracted and he fell into intoxication. The village was quiet and peaceful, with a gentle and kind wife and a well-behaved and immature son. Everyone in the village was equal and respected each other; these are important to everyone.
A very tempting presence.
"No, I can't go back. I can't go back; I just want to tell you a secret. Werewolves will still attack the village. At that time, there will not be dozens, but hundreds or thousands." Warwick suddenly
Putting away his kind eyes, a violent and evil face appeared in front of him. He quickly told Wang Man about the future disaster, deliberately avoiding something in his words. Warwick looked around tremblingly, seeming to be entangled.
among.
Warwick's abnormality ignited the curiosity in Wang Man's heart. Hundreds or thousands? That would undoubtedly be a devastating disaster for Arenas; if that were the case, he would have to find a way to relocate quickly. But? But? But
How did Warwick know so much?
"Uncle Warwick, why do wolves attack the village on a large scale? Even if there are hundreds of wolves and they wipe out all the people in the village, it won't be enough to fill the gap between the teeth!"
"Ahem... The goal of the wolves is not the village. They seem to be looking for someone, a leader who has been missing for a long time." Warwick's eyes were distracted, and he saw Wang Man's doubts, and said unbearably: "Aman, you
Go back, I no longer belong to human beings, I have been bitten by a werewolf, and now I am a half-human, half-wolf devil; I am very anxious, I am afraid of turning into a devil; please leave quickly and stay away from me."
"No, Uncle Warwick, you are the greatest warrior in Arenas. You have not turned into a wolf, you are a human now, right? Come back with me. The great magician in the village may be able to help you lift the curse."
Wang Man has no heart to give up. In his life, he will always remember the moment when his father was taken away by the demon army, so he will not allow any elders to make the same mistake again.
Warwick was a little touched by the young man's persistence, but he could not go back. He had already experienced the greed of turning into a wolf once, which would completely destroy his conscience. Going back? That would only bring more trouble to the villagers.
So much trouble!
"Aman, please leave quickly. I just want to remind you to protect the villagers. I can't do it anymore. I can't suppress Wolfsbane anymore. Hurry up. Hurry up." Warwick, who was lying down, was startled, and his limbs became stiff.
Kong Wu was strong, and the periosteum on the top of his head made a dull and harsh sound.
"Get out of here quickly, don't see me like a human or a ghost! Go back, you will be Arenas' hope; take care of my son for me, I will never be able to see him again, take care of me...howl
..." With the last frightening howl, Wang Man was completely awakened by the roar. He knew that Warwick would not go back with him.
After the lingering Warwick turned into a wolf, he became as strong as flying. He roared at Wang Man, turned around and galloped away into the cold mountains.
"Warwick, no matter what, you are Arenas' warrior. Thank you very much for providing everyone with important information." Looking at the mountains, Wang Man shouted at the top of his voice, although he did not know what Warwick was talking about.
Realistic, but fell into deep thought for a while.
Are the wolves looking for one person in Arenas? Who are they looking for? Are they trying to eliminate the fourth-level magician Grandpa Rodman?
Could it be that there are really thousands of wolves in the Judgment Land?
Oh my god! What happened? Who can tell me?
Wang Man Yangtian sighed, and the only thing that responded to him was the vast and deep mountains and the desolate howling of wolves in the distance.
howl……
The sound lasted for a long time, and the lingering sound lingered in my ears forever. This roar made Rodman feel uneasy under the village whistle tower.