Along the way, William asked Tom to make up his mind on the way forward.
Tom also took over this important task without fear.
Unconsciously, the shade of the trees became denser and denser, and the light coming in became thinner and thinner.
The two came to a certain big tree.
Under the big tree were three little crows covered in bruises, flapping their wings.
There is a bird's nest on the big tree, and two old crows are croaking there.
William's pupils shrank suddenly, and sure enough, those three key little crows were here!
The aura of the protagonist is indeed different. There are so many places in the forest where crows exist, but Tom still brought him here.
Is this the guide of fate?
William doesn't know.
He took a closer look and observed the three little crows carefully.
Unlike the two old crows above who are completely black, the feathers of these three little crows are azure in color, and there is negligible wind force when their wings are waving.
"It's Warcraft again..." William whispered to himself, with complicated eyes.
Not counting the Kingdom of Florence, William had almost never seen a World of Warcraft after a year of traveling in the Tartariya Alliance.
As a result, when he came to the Kingdom of Bucharest, monsters appeared in his eyes one after another.
This left William speechless.
He looked up at the tree and saw two old crows standing on the edge of the nest, croaking and looking at the ground.
On them, William did not see any wind force forming.
The magic mirror also confirmed this. These two old crows had no magic power fluctuations on their bodies and did not belong to Warcraft.
In other words, these three little crows are probably atavism, awakening the blood of their ancestors, and becoming magical beast crows that can slightly control the wind.
"Since wind is formed when you flap your wings, let's call you Wind Crows." William said silently in his heart.
At this time, Tom walked up to William with a distressed look on his face and looked at him blankly.
"What's the matter, Tom?" William noticed this and asked.
"Lord Zorro, these little crows are very pitiful!" Tom looked at the little crows underground with eyes full of sympathy.
"Oh! Tell me!"
"These little crows didn't have enough to eat, so they were pushed down by their parents, the two old crows above." Tom looked up at the two old crows on the tree.
In fact, William was asking questions knowingly.
William could also understand the conversation between the old crow and the little crow.
When he first arrived here, William heard the old crow scolding these little crows angrily, "You lazy, useless things! Get out of here!"
"We can no longer feed you. You have grown so big that you should feed yourself."
But a few little crows shouted aggrievedly, "We are so pitiful! No one can help us. We have to feed ourselves, but we can't even fly! In addition to lying here and starving to death, we have
What other way is there?"
From the conversation between them, the imaginative William automatically sketched out a picture of the growth process of crows raising young crows in his mind:
Three little crows hatched out of their eggs, which brought great joy to the two crows, although these three little crows were greener.
Children need enough food to grow.
So the two old crows got up early every day and looked for food everywhere, finding bugs or carrion to feed their three precious crows!
Time passed little by little.
Normal crows should be able to hunt independently when they grow up, but this is not the case for these three crows.
Awakening the bloodline of the distant ancestors, turning the three little crows into magical beasts also lengthened the three little crows' maturation time, and their need for food became greater and greater.
Three little crows were waiting for food, but the two old crows were becoming increasingly unable to support themselves.
Finally one day, when there was seriously insufficient food, two old crows broke out. They thought that the three little old crows were too lazy to eat and were not willing to learn to fly or hunt.
They were cruel and pushed the three little crows out of the nest, hoping that fear would make them spread their wings and fly into the sky.
However, they miscalculated.
The three little crows spread their wings, but their immature wings could not move hard enough to fly.
The three little crows fell to the ground. Fortunately, the wind generated by the flapping of their wings delayed their descent, allowing them to barely survive, instead of becoming three crows that "jumped out of the tree" and died.
At this time, William and Tom came over.
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"Can't get enough to eat? Then Tom, do you plan to feed them?" William asked.
"Yes, Master Zorro." Tom admitted.
"How are you going to feed them? Catch bugs, or..." William pretended not to know Tom's plan and asked.
"None of them!" Tom denied.
"Then you plan to do this?" William asked again.
"Lord Zorro, I plan to kill the horse and feed these poor little crows!" Tom hesitated for a while, and then said firmly.
"Tom, are you kidding?" William said hypocritically.
"No, Lord Zorro, I am serious." Tom glanced at William seriously, and then cast his eyes on the two horses behind.
"We will soon reach the border and enter the Principality of Loria! The role of horses is no longer that great! Moreover, these two horses are a hidden danger. If the king knows about it, then we will be in danger.
"Tom analyzed to William.
In fact, only Tom is in danger.
Tom did not dare to let the king know that he had secretly eaten his white snake meat, but William never showed his ability to listen to the language of animals.
In addition, the unknown secret in the king's heart is destined to prevent him from really attacking William!
No matter what, Tom made up his mind to kill these animal spies just in case.
The little crow thing just happened to happen to him.
Even if there was nothing to do with the little crow, he would still take action!
He would have done it long ago!
It's just that William's colleagues now prevent him from making a decisive decision.
Tom must seek William's advice on matters of emotion and reason.
William knew in his heart that what Tom said was right, but he couldn't show his immediate agreement with Tom's words.
He pondered for a while, showing a hesitant look, and it took a while before he seemed to make up his mind.
"Okay, Tom, just do as you say! I hope you won't disappoint me!"
"Lord Zorro, this is the right decision you made. Any potential problems must be completely eliminated!" Tom vowed to William. He pulled out an iron sword from his waist and walked to his
In front of the horses.
With a "swish" sound, the shadow of the sword flashed past.
The iron sword penetrated the horse's neck quickly, accurately and hard.
The brown horse that Tom was riding neighed in grief and fell to the ground.
Tom pulled out the iron sword, and the horse's blood rushed out!
He turned around and saw a black shadow falling from the sky.
It turned out that Tom's action of killing the horse alarmed the black horse next to him, which was the one William was riding.
The black horse leaped high with its front hooves and was about to kick Tom.
Tom had no time to react.
At this moment, William moved.
An afterimage appeared on the spot, and the person appeared next to the black horse.
He didn't make any fancy moves, he just punched out flatly, coming second and hitting the black horse on the head.
"Boom!"
There was only a muffled crash, and the black horse was sent flying and fell heavily to the ground. It couldn't even make a whirring sound and died immediately.
William retracted his arm calmly.
Tom, who was unscathed, swallowed hard, "Lord Zorro..."
He finally understood why King Cross attracted Zorro so much?
This simply does not seem like a power that humans should have!