Chapter 921: They are all dead! They are all dead! Run away!
"It's best to take a detour ahead! Ahead is the territory of a very ferocious old bear! It will take about half a day to the left to reach the river!"
Raton lay on the back of the deer, tightening his deerskin robe to block the cold wind as much as possible, and yelled. Gretel turned back on the back of the phantom colt, smiled and waved his hand to him:
"It's okay, let's pass by! That old bear is hibernating. Let's speed up so we won't run into it!"
The indigenous boy muttered something, and saw the phantom colt and the silver moon deer galloping in front of them, never to return, so he could only urge his reindeer to follow them. They rushed into the forest with sparse branches and leaves and covered with snow.
When he was about to run out of the forest, a vague roar came from behind. After a few roars, it gradually became quieter. He probably realized that the target was too far away and could no longer catch up, so he went back to sleep as if nothing had happened.
Raton breathed a sigh of relief. He carefully identified the terrain that had been changed due to the cold winter and heavy snow, and soon shouted again:
"That area ahead is a swamp! Be careful."
The phantom horse ran over on flat ground. The caster turned back on the horse and flicked his fingers slightly. Laton immediately felt a breeze surrounding himself and his deer. Then, when the deer's hooves stepped on the snow,
It only caused a slight sinking feeling.
Gretel even had time to let the phantom colt turn a corner, pull out a panicked roe deer from the swamp, and give it a bath using the Cleansing Technique.
"Mage..."
Rodan lay on the back of the reindeer unconvinced. He was also a student of the Grand Witch Festival, but the skills the Grand Witch Festival taught him were only to inspire his companions, intimidate opponents, stop bleeding, treat and detoxify, and make limited use of animal souls.
Being so relaxed and happy, you can do whatever you want, and you can achieve your goal with just a few clicks of your fingers. It's so... so enviable!
The indigenous warrior who came out for the coming-of-age ceremony squeezed the hilt of the knife in his hand and planned to keep trying. The other party didn't want the beast soul, nor did he want the gems on the necklace. The beautiful girl with pointed ears stabbed him with a gem on her forehead.
Hundreds...
However, he will definitely find a way to give enough rewards in exchange for the skills he wants to learn!
Fortunately, starting from the next morning, he entered the mountain climbing journey he was most familiar with. Raton let go of the reindeer and walked briskly ahead, jumping up and down:
"If you want to climb mountains, this is the right place to go! I am familiar with the mountains around here! If you go into this valley, there will be water sources and campsites along the way, and there are the fewest mountains to climb!"
Grete hugged Mr. Trocca and nodded to him. The Phantom Pony climbed up with light steps. The black cat subconsciously chose the most convenient path, and did not deviate too much from the route guided by Raton. The bushes around Grete were always
Whispering:
"It's been here."
"Yes, I remember this smell. Vomit...it smells a bit..."
"I came when the weather was warmer, and I still had a lot of leaves at that time..."
Grete felt that by maintaining this high-intensity natural communication and running from the east to the west of the New World, his priest level could be raised by one level...
They spent a whole day wading through mountains and rivers, climbing over mountains and ridges. When dusk fell, they had already climbed over four or five mountain ridges. Laton took them down the mountain very diligently:
"There is a cave here. It turned out to be a bear cave. After he was killed, the cave belonged to us. This location is very good, not deep nor shallow. The cave has a bend and the cold wind from outside can't come in...Shh!"
He suddenly stopped, raised his left hand, and made a "stop" gesture. In the night, the indigenous young man nimbly dodged to the side and lay down behind a big rock:
"Someone..."
Click, click. The sound of treading on the snow sounded regularly. A group of natives filed out of the bear cave and went up. Everyone carried a bow and arrow, a spear or an axe, and they walked carefully and lightly, trying not to make any noise.
Under dark vision, Gretel could see that each of them was boiling with a fiery aura. In addition to the fiery heat, there was also a trace of coldness. In the spiritual connection, Valensimo nervously reminded:
"Boss, they have bad intentions."
"It's okay, it's not against us."
Gretel responded with a heartfelt voice. In his perception, the attention of this group of people was all directed upward, or in other words, toward high places far, far away. As long as they were not discovered, they should not
Something happened.
He flicked his fingers slightly, subtle waves passed by, and a series of soundproofing and invisible spells fell around the group of people. Five people, one deer, and a black cat stood quietly, waiting for the group of natives to disappear beyond their perception. Then,
Turning to Aboriginal teenagers:
"Where did this group of people come from? Will it be detrimental to your tribe?"
"No, boss." As the day went by, Laton was already very skillful in calling Gretel after Bernard and others:
"They are from the Black Kite tribe and have enmity with the Blue Sheep tribe above. Our tribe is in the other direction."
The Son of Dawn turned around and faced the opposite direction from where the Black Kite tribe left. He stretched out his arm as much as he could and pointed:
"It's far away. Besides, our tribe is very strong, so they don't dare to mess with us."
"That's good. We don't cause trouble, and we're not afraid of trouble." Gretel nodded quietly:
"This campsite can no longer be used. Could you please take us a little further?"
They climbed another mountain, unfolded the mage's hut in the open space in the lee, and fell asleep peacefully. They slept until the moon was high, and Gretel's warning placed at the edge of the camp was suddenly touched by someone:
Ding ding ding ding!
Ding ding ding ding!
A series of crisp bell sounds emitted from the illusory magic thread. Valensimo and Raton also jumped up quickly from their respective blankets:
Click-click-click, the snow around the campsite made a sound as people stepped on it. Gretel rubbed his eyes and directly released a piece of illumination. Raton stood up and asked:
"who?!"
"All dead! All dead!"
At night, the group of natives who sneaked up the mountain appeared in a panic under the lighting spell. The paint on their faces was half red and half black, with various tattoos entangled underneath, making them look weird and a bit scary.
However, everyone's lips were pale and trembling. Gretel quickly threw an induction spell, and then another [Charm Human]. When Raton asked again, he saw the pupils of this group of people subconsciously widened:
"They are all dead... all dead..."
"Who died?!"
"The Blue Sheep Tribe...we plan to attack them sneakily and open up their shacks. There is not a single living person...all dead, piles of dead..."
"Laton! Back off!"
Grete raised his voice. A group of natives, as if they had been granted amnesty, shouted, turned around and fled. Snow and dust rolled in, and they quickly fled out of sight.
Gretel was left standing in the snow, looking at the direction they came from, with a sinking face:
All dead?
What happened?
Could it be that the plague is coming again?
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