The story of the one-eyed crow is very simple, but also quite bizarre.
It was once an ogre, and it was the only shaman elder of the ogre tribe at present - the reason why I say "once" is because that evening five days ago, the two-headed ogre challenged it.
As we all know, due to innate curses and teeth, the physical condition of ordinary ogres will decline rapidly after the age of forty. Only by mastering ancient shamanic witchcraft can the survival of elderly ogres in the tribe be guaranteed. On the contrary
, the two-headed ogre can master shamanic witchcraft innately.
Under normal circumstances, shamanic witchcraft can allow ordinary ogres to maintain enough respect for the ogre shaman. But that evening five days ago, it was a two-headed ogre who challenged the old shaman.
Compared with witchcraft, the two are evenly matched. The old shaman may have more experience and is more accomplished in brewing potions or divination, but these skills are of little use in dealing with the challenge of the two-headed ogre.
Compared with physical strength, the two-headed ogre that always maintains its peak physical condition is an old shaman who is completely overwhelmed by his aging body.
"...It succeeded in the challenge and became the only leader of the tribe."
Having said this, the one-eyed crow turned his head and combed the feathers on his back with his pointed beak, and sighed deeply: "And I was forced to become a crow by him using magic... If I had known, I would have
You shouldn’t take it back to the tribe.”
"Didn't he turn into a frog?" Xiao Xiao, who had just been hit by a 'witchcraft', interrupted the old crow's story with a worried expression on his face.
"Frogs, crows, toads, rabbits, etc., all these little things are fine." The one-eyed crow was not annoyed by the interruption, and explained very patiently: "It's just that it's easier to become a frog... and for
For an ogre, turning into a crow would be more humiliating."
Zheng Qing did not want to listen to a one-eyed crow lecture on the customs and habits of ogres.
He was more concerned about what Old Crow said before.
"Wait, take it back to the tribe?"
The young public-funded student raised his eyebrows, with a trace of surprise on his face, and kicked the dead two-headed ogre at his feet: "Isn't it originally from your tribe?"
"no."
The one-eyed crow shook his head very simply, spread his wings and shook: "It was found by the hunting team six days ago at the edge of a miasma-filled swamp when they went hunting. They brought it back to the tribe, and I prepared the potion."
, cured it.”
"Then it turned you into a crow the next day and took away your entire tribe?" Fatty Xin's rough voice came from not far away, from far to near: "It's such a simple, barbaric and yet
Efficient social structure.”
Zheng Qing turned around, and saw Fatty Lan, whose body had returned to normal, slapping the dust off his body and walking towards him.
"Is it over?" the captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team asked.
"The elder is cleaning the tail, and everything else is over." Fatty Xin stopped at the feet of the two-headed ogre, lowered his head and looked at the body with a big hole in the forehead, and said regretfully: "You guys are so lucky... The elder and I
I've been looking for it outside for a long time, but this guy actually sneaked in!"
"We would rather not have such bad luck." Zheng Qing muttered, and glanced at Jiang Yu, who was sitting beside Li Meng, and shook his head slightly.
The fat man changed the subject with great insight: "Should I deal with it now?"
He pointed to the body of the two-headed ogre.
This is the general process after hunting. Each hunting team has specialized hunters who are responsible for handling the carcasses of prey and collecting their fur, bones, organs, and even eyeballs and other materials.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Zheng Qing nodded to the fat man and looked at the one-eyed crow again: "So what you mean is that you sneak attack on this guy for revenge?"
The one-eyed crow folded its wings and lowered its head, neither affirming nor denying.
Zheng Qing didn't care or bothered about whether Old Crow's words were reasonable, but continued to ask: "...I was very curious about something before. For such a small tribe like you, there are neither other old ogres nor enough
How can a shaman be born from a cub?"
A sufficient number of Dingkou and a healthy and reasonable ethnic composition are sufficient conditions for the birth of a shaman. To simply understand, in a large tribe with orderly inheritance, there are enough old ogres to prepare magic potions and study divination.
The basis of the technique.
The small tribe in front of them, with only young and strong ogres and less than twenty in number, looked a bit strange from any angle.
Hearing the young wizard's doubts, the one-eyed ogre sighed deeply.
"We are not native to this world."
Its first sentence confirmed some of Zheng Qing's guesses, and Xiao Xiao on the side also adjusted his glasses, looking as expected. The old crow spread his wings, as if he wanted to stand more stable.
After fanning twice, he continued to speak:
"A few months ago, we listened to the call of the world, gathered the bravest warriors in the tribe, followed the king to this dark world, and fought with the wizard... It was an earth-shattering battle, and the spell fell from the sky like raindrops.
Falling from the sky, terrifying roars deafened the soldiers' ears like thunder..."
Several young wizards from the Forgiveness Hunting Team looked at each other in confusion, Xiao Xiao rubbed the crystal ball in his arms, Fatty Xin put down the scalpel in his hand, and even Jiang Yu came to the side holding Li Meng who was still sleeping soundly.
"If I remember correctly," Zheng Qing couldn't help but interrupt the One-Eyed Crow's memory of the Black Prison War, and asked puzzledly: "After the war, the demon coalition should have taken away all their subordinates, right?"
The old crow's one eye suddenly dimmed a bit.
"We are not monsters." After saying this, it seemed to feel that it was a bit out of place, and it immediately added: "Of course, we also eat wizards' food... Hmm, I haven't eaten it for a long, long time!"
The last sentence was added immediately after it saw the unkind looks in the eyes of several young wizards after finishing the previous sentence, but it obviously had little effect.
So the old crow hurriedly spoke faster, trying to be vague about this paragraph: "I mean, we are a tribe affiliated to His Majesty Leviathan, so when the demon coalition retreated, many affiliated armies like us were left behind.
.”
"In addition, when attacking the atrium, my tribe was hunted down by a wizard hunting team. As a result, when the battle was about to end, we were a little far away from the battlefield... so we were unable to follow the retreat of the large tribe in time."
"After the war, the wizards who re-ruled this world accepted our surrender and allowed us to live freely in the wasteland..."
When he said the last sentence, the old crow raised his voice slightly and glanced at Zheng Qing, as if he wanted to remind these young wizards that they were not exiles in the traditional sense.