The road in the mountain village was winding and winding, and the two of them could not feel the fatigue caused by the mud under their feet; at this time, their joyful hearts almost jumped into their throats.
"We're here!" Warwick whispered in a loud voice.
Yes! There are two crystal energy towers standing in front of you. Surrounded by fences, they look particularly peaceful.
"Rodman is too old and his IQ cannot keep up, right? Why does the defensive crystal stone on the sentry tower have no energy fluctuations?" Wang Man felt a little uneasy and expressed his doubts in one sentence.
Warwick stood still, stretched out his head, and breathed in the air. Suddenly, Warwick's face turned blue and his brows furrowed.
The two of them were overjoyed along the way. All they thought about was the scene of harmony and joy, and their consciousness was focused on the upcoming celebration. The several anomalies they saw now made Warwick more alert and smelled something ominous in the air.
smell.
When Wang Man saw Warwick's expression, his heart skipped a beat and he took a deep breath; danger, silence, death, blood, all kinds of smells instantly stimulated his olfactory nerves.
"No!" Wang Man shouted loudly, his figure was like lightning, and he disappeared from the place in a flash.
Warwick was so frightened that he chased after him in a hurry, and the package on his back fell to the ground.
Something happened to Arenas! This was their instinctive judgment. When Warwick rushed to the village, Wang Man was kneeling on the ground, sobbing sadly, digging at the mountains of ruins.
"Mother, mother?" Wang Man stood up, rushed into the hut, rummaged around, and carefully searched the secret room under the straw mat.
"Warwick, why are you still standing there? Go over there and take a look." Wang Man's voice was almost roaring, making Warwick's scalp numb as he heard the cold air rushing through him.
Warwick was even more sluggish than Wang Man. Now that he saw the scene in front of him, he no longer knew where to start. Resisting Wang Man's pressure, he reluctantly walked towards the house where he lived before.
The cold air can freeze people and make them numb when breathed into the lungs.
Warwick opened the door, and the situation inside was exactly as he expected; messy straw, broken pots, messy pieces of clothing, untouched dishes and chopsticks on the earthen bed...
The blood stains on the ground made him howl miserably, and for a moment, Wang Man outside the courtyard also started crying loudly.
The walls were broken, corpses were everywhere, and in front of his house, there were only white bones. As time went by, he didn't realize who was his mother.
A huge destruction occurred here, and the broken limbs were scattered in every corner, mixed together and difficult to identify; the scarlet soil on the ground became moist and soft in the rain; the blood stains seemed reluctant to leave this piece of the past.
The peaceful village has never been wiped away by the rain.
The sound of the two crying was intermittent, and the time was too long. I don't know how long it took before the village returned to peace.
Wang Man clenched his fists and called Warwick to his side in a deep voice.
"Who did this? Who did this?" Warwick's clothes were grabbed, and his body was shaking as Wang Man's hands shook.
"I...I don't know."
Warwick's answer made Wang Man despair. He didn't know whether it was because he was entangled or mentally confused, so he slapped Warwick on the face.
Snap, Warwick covered his face and was photographed 10 feet away.
With the crisp slap, Wang Man seemed to wake up a lot and hurriedly stepped forward.
"Warwick, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to do it."
Warwick wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled bitterly, and didn't care. He knew Wang Man too well, and he knew there was a gap between him and Wang Man. A middle-aged man who used to be a slave in the Kerrygood family, faced with the loss of
The ability to bear the sudden death of a loved one is still stronger than that of a young person.
Even so, how much better can it be? When Warwick was newly married, he was mutated by the wolf tribe. He experienced great joys and sorrows, ups and downs, and his long life was just like this.
"Warwick, I'm so excited." Wang Man stretched out his arm towards Warwick.
"Your Majesty, the village has been attacked, there are no clues; find him and kill him." As a senior, Warwick seemed to have no other words that could replace the grievance and hatred in his heart.
Wang Man pulled Warwick up and lay on his shoulders, weeping in agony. His nose burst into tears, and the power of the emperor was completely lost.
"Okay, let's find out the murderer!" Wang Man took two steps back, with a ferocious expression, showing no anger or intimidation. His thoughts spread throughout the village, not letting go of every inch of land, and he would never let go.
Although the magic barrier surrounding the village was broken, Wang Man did not miss it. He hoped to find some clues in the energy particles of the magic bombing.
The broken magic space and neat energy cracks all proved the village killer's profound spiritual power and superb combat skills.
Broken walls, ruined villages, ruined roofs, soft soil, and sentry towers that had lost their magical effects were all examined one by one, but no strong evidence could be found.
In the ruins, the smell of decay emitted from the dead seriously disturbed Wang Man's spirit.
The wind blew by my ears, as if the innocent souls of the village were pouring out their injustices and grievances.
Huh...huh, a faint breath came from the jungle behind the village. Wang Man's eyes were shocked, and his thoughts were stirred up as if they had substance. A purple halo swept across the entire forest in an instant.
"Warwick, the woods ahead are breathing."
Warwick concentrated his attention, his sight and thoughts swept to the jungle ahead. When Wang Man finished speaking, an afterimage had already been left on the spot.
There is breath, this is hope! No matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, it cannot be killed.
Wang Man was afraid that the other party would escape, so he used his speed to the extreme. On the way, he was surprised to find the aura source hiding in the grass. He was indifferent and seemed not to notice Wang Man's approach.
The opponent is a weak person, at least his strength is lower than Wang Man.
In the haystack, the air was like a gossamer breath, but in Wang Man's ears, it was like thunder. Wang Man didn't say anything, and punched hard, the purple light rushed out, and there was a muffled bang, and the haystack was blasted cleanly.
Scattered, the figure hiding inside was shivering to avoid the strong eyes.
This is a child, immature and restless. From the trembling body, it can be judged that he has no spiritual power. For some reason, Wang Man seems to see his own childhood in this young child.
This child's experience may be the same as Wang Man's. Perhaps he and Wang Man are both helpless, abandoned and scorned, ignored by the crowd, and looked down upon by their playmates.
Warwick arrived immediately. When he saw the dilapidated boy in front of him, who was soaked by the rain, he was stunned. At first impression, Warwick thought that the child was a slave, definitely someone like himself.
Very similar slave.
The boy bit his lip tightly, frowned and glanced at the two people in front of him uneasily. He hurriedly turned away and kicked his legs back.
The boy's skin was pale, and the long hair hanging on his forehead was full of dirt. The rain washed away the dirt and slid down the tip of his handsome nose.
"It's not easy to kill me, I didn't see anything. Please, don't kill me..." The boy flinched, his lips moved, and his voice was low and he couldn't hear clearly.
He is too weak!
Wang Man glanced at Warwick, turned around and squatted down with a smile, stretched out his hands and slowly leaned towards the boy.
As if he saw a demon, the boy put his hands in front of him and backed away hard. However, he had stayed in the haystack for too long, and his legs and feet were no longer flexible. After twitching a few times, he froze in place.
Wang Man sighed softly, this boy looked so much like him!
"Little brother, don't be afraid, we are not evil people." As Wang Man spoke, he approached the boy with a sincere smile on his face.
The face of the little boy who had been sleeping in the open was covered in purple and blue. He looked helplessly as Wang Man approached, without resisting or flinching.
Soon, a pair of warm hands held his little hand, and the breath made him feel peaceful like never before.
"Tell brother, how did you get here?"
The boy hesitated for a while, then took out his little finger and pointed in the direction of Arenas Village.
Wang Man and Warwick looked at each other and were both ecstatic.
"Kid, you said you were a villager from Arenas. Do you know what happened in the village?" Wang Man asked unhurriedly.
The little boy opened his mouth timidly and suddenly burst into tears.
"Brother, I am the only one left in the village. All the villagers were killed by the devil."
Wang Man took a breath of air-conditioning, calmed down, and asked in a calm tone: "Brother knows, so let me ask you, do you clearly see who invaded the village?"
The little boy's pupils turned white and he was trembling subconsciously, as if he was terrified when he thought of that scene.
"Don't be afraid. My brother tells you that his family lives in Arenas, and the uncle behind him is also a villager in Arenas; his name is Warwick."
"Ah? Liar!" The little boy's spirit tightened, and he jumped back hard. When his eyes touched Warwick, he showed fear and confusion.
"Hey, kid, we're here to save you, but you look like you've seen the plague." Warwick was very unhappy and shouted harshly.
The little boy was even more frightened when he saw it and huddled up in a ball.
"Warwick, stop scaring the child."
"Little brother, do you have something to hide? Don't be afraid, my brother is Wang Man, and his mother is Ji from Arenas."
The little boy was startled, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he asked anxiously: "Are you talking about Ji Ci's mother?"
Ji Cimu! This is a very warm word. Wang Man's heart felt like it was suddenly being pinched by a knife. The twitching pain reminded him of his kind, peaceful, great and unknown mother.
Finally, we found some clues. This child knew Wang Man's mother.
After further questioning, we found out that the child's name was Singdar, and that his mother was Fahrenheit; she was also Warwick's wife.
During the rainy season, on the messy thatched grass, Warwick shouted his son's name at the top of his lungs, but the little boy kept retreating.
"Xingda, why did you run away after seeing your father?" Wang Man was furious, thinking that this child was too ignorant.
The shrinking Singdar said uneasily: "He is not my father. My mother said that he is my father no longer. He is a ronin and a devil."
The boy's words suddenly grabbed Wang Man's heart, and then he calmed down and said: "You see clearly, it is true that he is a werewolf, but he fought for the freedom of the human race and the wolf race. He is not a devil, he is your father.