The fat man cursed and put away the bloody silver knife in his hand, pulled off the silk-skin gloves on his hands, and threw them on the bloody prisoner in front of him: "Can't we wait a few more minutes?"
Before he finished speaking, a torn piece of talisman floated down from his side and landed on the ogre's corpse.
As soon as the blue smoke rose, a layer of extremely thin, extremely light, yet extremely intense blue flames spread out rapidly with the talisman as the center. In an instant, it covered the entire ogre, and in the blink of an eye, its body and the
A pair of silk-skin gloves were burned to ashes.
The fat man turned around and saw Zheng Qing holding another talisman and looking around.
"Are there any other bodies that weren't burned?"
The captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team sounded a little anxious: "The ogres' noses are very sensitive, we must clean up this place before they get close!"
"Relax, take it easy."
Instead, the fat man who was even more irritable before spoke to comfort Zheng Qing: "Ogres can smell blood from more than ten miles away, not to mention there is a two-headed ogre among them... It's only five minutes away, I think.
It is almost impossible to completely isolate us. We can only rely on the squad leader’s magic circle."
Jiang Yu's calm voice immediately sounded in the ears of the two of them: "There is no problem with the smell isolation, but the phantom array has not been completely set up yet... Do you still have corpses that have not been burned? Using corpses as the base of the phantom array can make the phantom array
The ogre effects are a little more realistic."
"No, it's all burned down."
The chief hunter of the Exoneration Hunting Team said in a rough voice, apologetically: "I just checked it again and it was very clean... Can the head of the ogre be used? There is a string of saltpeter hanging in their main tent.
The finished head looks like a handicraft."
When Zheng Qing came outside the main tent, he happened to see Li Meng holding a one-eyed crow, looking left and right, and pacing outside the tent in a lively manner.
The one-eyed crow has a ruby-like eye on its forehead and has a fat body like an old hen. There is a copper ring on one leg, and a thin chain is tied to the copper ring. The other end of the chain is in the hand of the little witch.
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Before Zheng Qing could speak, Li Meng couldn't wait to show off: "My crow is prettier than your little snake! My sister found this from a grass nest near the camp when she was sorting out the earth's energy!"
The one-eyed crow tilted his head and stared at the young public-funded student without saying a word.
Zheng Qing always felt that its eyes were a bit furtive.
"Is your crow called Xiao Hei?" The wizard stopped and said with a smile.
Classmate Li Meng's eyes lit up and he punched the palm of his hand: "I just said that I forgot something just now... Yes, you will be called Xiao Hei from now on!"
The one-eyed crow tilted its head, spread its wings slightly, shook its body, and remained silent.
"What should you do with your little white?" Zheng Qing joked. Little white is a pigeon raised by Li Meng. He has a bad relationship with Poseidon. When the two little things meet, they often fight.
The little witch obviously had not thought about such a distant problem and was immediately troubled. But soon, she shook the chain in her hand and waved her little hand: "Hey, what's the matter... I can still afford two birds."
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Zheng Qing had no doubt about this.
He muttered a few compliments, watched the little witch continue to walk the bird in an air of grandeur, and finally shook his head, opened the curtain of the main tent, and got in.
Unlike the wizards' tents, the ogre's tent is not blessed with space magic, so even though it is the largest tent in the camp, it still looks a bit cramped and the light is very dim. There is a faint fishy and burnt smell flowing in the small space.
The smell was left by the ogre who had his neck broken and then burned to ashes.
The dark fire pit was filled with gray-white embers, occasionally mixed with a few pieces of burned black bones; the bed was made of soft cattails and animal skins, but now there were only some dirty cattails left there, and the animals
The skin has been taken away by Xin.
The entire tent is extremely simple, with no exquisite decorations or dazzling gems. The only thing that can show the identity of the tent owner is the totem pole standing in the center of the tent, which is full of simple patterns, layered one on top of another, unexpectedly superimposing.
It gives off a strange and complex beauty.
Through the light shed by a few "little stars" wandering on the top of the tent, Zheng Qing saw the heads of the ogres mentioned by Zhang Jixin.
The heads of those ogres are only the size of fists, dark and shriveled, like dried green walnuts, braided together with the dirty hair on the back of their heads, like a bunch of black garlic.
"They were originally hanging in the gap behind the totem pole, so they were not discovered during the initial cleaning." The red-faced wizard weighed the bunch of 'garlic' and explained to the captain.
The tent curtain was lifted again, and with the breeze, a fresh fragrance surged in. Zheng Qing suddenly felt that his nose felt much better.
"Is this the Ogre's 'Glorious Skull'?"
Jiang Yu, who had just walked into the tent, saw the bunch of heads carried by Zhang Jixin at a glance, and said in surprise: "Isn't it said that only large tribes with hundreds of ogres or more have such things?"
Being called the 'Glorious Skull' is naturally not a title that ordinary ogre heads are qualified to covet. In the ogre tribe, only those who are the most powerful have the opportunity to challenge for the position of tribal king, but they fail in the challenge and die on the spot.
Only if you are an ogre can your head be picked off by the ogre shaman and turned into a glorious skull.
The longer a tribe has a longer history and has an orderly inheritance, the more glorious skulls it has. They are not only a symbol of the glory of the tribe, but also a powerful magic weapon that can help tribal shamans cast powerful black magic curses.
Upon hearing Jiang Yu's judgment, the expressions of the two wizards immediately became serious.
Zheng Qing stretched out two fingers and pinched the lower jaw of an ogre head - he was not worried that these shriveled heads with their mouths sewn shut would suddenly bite, but just out of some kind of 'clean' and 'cautious'
Thought - Get under a small star and look at it carefully for a while.
"Why?" He suddenly spoke and asked confusedly.
Both companions understood what he meant - why did such a small tribe have so many glorious skulls? Why didn't the ogres in the camp use these skulls when the Sin Hunting Team raided? The ogre who manages the skulls
Where did the shaman go? If that two-headed ogre was the shaman of this tribe, why didn't it carry this bunch of glorious skulls with it?
There were so many questions swirling around in the head of the captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team that he suddenly regretted that he had been too quick and failed to leave a tongue or two.
"Don't think about it so much first. Let's deal with the returning group of ogres and then talk about other things." Zhang Jixin decisively stopped Zheng Qing from overthinking on this matter and turned to look at Jiang Yu: "Can these heads be used?"
He means using these 'heads' to strengthen the magic circle set up by the witch.
"it should be OK."
Jiang Yu wore silk gloves and took over a glorious skull with no confidence, looking at it carefully: "These heads have been magic-tanned and filled with the unique magic power of ogres... Theoretically, they should be better than ordinary ogres."