Hunting College

The story of the one-eyed crow is simple, but also quite bizarre.

It used to be an ogre, and it is the only shaman elder of this ogre tribe at the moment-the reason why it said "once" was because the two-headed ogre challenged it on the evening five days ago.

As we all know, due to innate curses and teeth, ordinary ogres will rapidly decline after the age of forty. Only by mastering the ancient shamanic witchcraft can the survival of the elderly ogres in the tribe be guaranteed. In contrast, a two-headed ogre can master shamanism innately.

Under normal circumstances, shaman witchcraft can allow ordinary ogres to maintain sufficient respect for ogre shamans. But that evening five days ago, it was a two-headed ogre who challenged the old shaman.

Compared with witchcraft, the two are half a catty. The old shaman may be more experienced and more accomplished in making potions or divination, but these skills are not very useful in dealing with the challenge of a double-headed ogre.

Compared to physical strength, the two-headed ogre who always maintains the peak state of the body is even more of an old shaman who is overwhelming the body.

"...It succeeded in the challenge and became the only leader of the tribe."

Speaking of this, the one-eyed crow turned his head and combed the feathers on his back with a pointed mouth, and sighed deeply: "And I was forced to become a crow by his magic... Shouldn't bring it back to the tribe."

"Don't you become a frog?" Xiao Xiao, who had just been hit by a ‘witchcraft’, interrupted the old crow’s narration, with a brooding expression on his face.

"Frogs, crows, toads, rabbits, etc., these little things are fine." The one-eyed crow was not annoyed by the interruption, and explained patiently: "It's just that it's easier to become a frog... and yes. For the ogre, being a crow is a bit more humiliating."

Zheng Qing didn't want to hear a one-eyed crow talk about the customs of ogres.

He paid more attention to what the old crow said before.

"Wait, take it back to the tribe?"

The young public servant raised his eyebrows with a hint of surprise on his face, and kicked the dead two-headed ogre: "Isn't it originally from your tribe?"

"no."

The one-eyed crow shook its head very simply, spread its wings and shook: "It was found by a miasma swamp when the hunting team was out hunting six days ago. They brought it back to the tribe, and I made a potion. , Healed it."

"Then it turned you into a crow the next day and took away your entire tribe?" Fatty Xin's rough voice came not far away, from far and near: "It's really simple, savage and yet Efficient social structure."

Zheng Qing turned his head, the fat blue man who had returned to his normal figure was slapped with the dust on his body, kicking and stepping towards this side.

"It's over?" The leader of the Youxin Hunting Team asked.

"The elder is cleaning the tail, everything else is over." Fatty Xin stopped at the feet of the double-headed ogre, looked down at the corpse with a big hole in his forehead, and said regretfully: "You are so lucky... I and the elders I have been looking for it outside for a long time, but it turned out that this guy sneaked in!"

"We would rather not have such bad luck." Zheng Qing muttered, then glanced at Jiang Yu, who was sitting beside him holding Li Meng, and shook his head slightly.

The fat man changed the subject very foresightedly: "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 processing the corpses of the prey, collecting their fur, bones, organs, and even eyeballs and other materials.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zheng Qingchong nodded to the fat man and looked at the one-eyed crow again: "So listen to you, you attacked this guy for revenge?"

The one-eyed crow curled its wings and lowered its head, neither affirmed nor denied.

Zheng Qing didn’t care, and didn’t bother whether the old crow’s rhetoric was reasonable. Instead, he continued to ask: "...I was curious about one thing before. You are such a small tribe. There are neither other old ogres nor enough. Cub, why can a shaman be born?"

A sufficient number of dices and a healthy and reasonable ethnic composition are sufficient conditions for the birth of a shaman. A simple understanding is that only in a large tribe with an orderly heritage and enough old ogres can they have the basis for mixing potions and studying fortune-telling.

And this small tribe with only young and strong ogres, and fewer than twenty heads, looked strange from any angle.

Hearing the doubts of the young wizard, the one-eyed ogre sighed deeply.

"We are not natives of this world."

The first sentence of it confirmed some of Zheng Qing’s guesses, and Xiao Xiao on the side also helped his glasses, with an unsurprising appearance, the old crow spread his wings, as if he wanted to make himself stand more stable. After fanning twice, he continued to speak:

"A few months ago, we obeyed the call of the world, gathered the bravest warriors in the tribe, followed the king to this dark world and fought with wizards... It was a earth-shattering battle, and the curse was like raindrops. As the sky fell, the terrifying roar deafened the soldiers' ears like thunder..."

The young wizards of the Evil Hunter looked at each other, Xiao Xiao rubbed the crystal ball in his arms, Fatty Xin put down the scalpel in his hand, and even Jiang Yu hugged Li Meng, who was still asleep, to the side.

"If I remember correctly," Zheng Qing couldn't help interrupting the one-eyed crow's memory of the Black Prison War, puzzled: "After the war, the Demon Alliance should take away all their subordinates, right?"

The old crow's one-eyed eyes suddenly dimmed a bit~www.readwn.com~We are not monsters," After saying this, it seemed to be a bit of a loss, it immediately added: "Of course, we also eat wizards... Hmm, I haven't eaten it for a long, long time! "

The last sentence was because after it finished the previous sentence, it saw the unkind eyes of a few young wizards and immediately added it, but it obviously had little effect.

So the old crow hurriedly speeded up his speech, trying to vague this paragraph: "I mean, we are a tribe under His Majesty Leviathan, so when the Demon Alliance retreated, many affiliated armies like us were left behind. ."

"In addition, during the attack on the atrium, my tribe was hunted down by a wizard hunting team. When the battle was about to end, we were a little far away from the battlefield... so we couldn't keep up with the big tribe in time to retreat."

"After the war, the wizard who re-ruled the world accepted our surrender and allowed us to live freely in the wasteland..."

When he said the last sentence, the old crow's voice slightly increased, and he glanced at Zheng Qing secretly, as if he wanted to remind these young wizards that they were not exiles in the traditional sense.