Wizards of the North

Ruiou sat in the tent at a loss. How could he be confused at the time? Someone threw a bone casually, and he chased it down like a hungry dog ​​and caught it. He cocked his tail proudly and swaggered around.

Sent! The feeling at that time, relaxed, happy, and all the worries seemed to disappear in an instant. However, excitement comes fast and goes fast. Looking at the manpower and materials assigned to him, what is this?

He raised his eyes and looked out of the tent, where the few tribesmen guarded, or rested near the tent. This is completely different from what he imagined. Why not assign him a few capable staff?

What is the difference between these tribesmen and the vassal humans? Is it the dark green eyes? Or a slightly tall and strong body? This is just a group of defective products with no talent, it is difficult for them to grow a pair of deputy.

Thinking of this, Ruiou couldn't help but feel proud. Under his ribs, a pair of thin arms was stroking the chair.

It's safe here, so safe that he feels a little boring. Although they are not known for their combat power among the demons, they should not be underestimated. He had also fantasized about killing and longing for battle exploits, but he was not a brainless beast dominated by impulse.

Therefore, Ruiou will not enter the no-man's land created by the northerners, let alone approach the fortress of the barbarians. Most of the people who did this have disappeared, and of course, if they can come back alive, they will be taken seriously.

For a while, Ruiou also had the urge to do a good job, but he quickly dispelled the idea. How to blog? Rely on these wastes in front of you?

When he first came here, there were some new things that aroused his interest. But over time, everything becomes boring. He missed home, missed his friend, and missed the city where he could vent his desires.

Every day here is boring, and every day repeats the boringness of the previous day. Patrol, day after day.

The residence of the vassals is still far away from them, so they don't need to worry about them. There is actually a buffer zone deliberately reserved, an outpost built of flesh and blood.

Any large-scale actions by the people of the North will inevitably disturb there. These vassals must also be the targets of the first wave of blows, and when the Northlanders clear these obstacles, they will have plenty of time to prepare.

A group of fools who don't know how to work, this is Ruiou's evaluation of the Northlanders.

The demons also tried to persuade the northerners to join, but the group of fools refused. Don't they understand? What matters is the result! As long as you join in, you can share the world together.

What are the dead members of the tribe?

There is the sound of horseshoes, this is the return of the patrol. After the visitor ran up to the tent, he dropped a strange-looking bug.

With curiosity and doubts, people gathered around.

"It attacked us, I have never seen such a thing before." The person who came back explained.

Ruiou also walked out of the tent, looked around and asked, "What is this?"

Everyone shook their heads blankly.

"Just one?"

"Yes, we searched the neighborhood carefully."

Ruiou looked around again, and suddenly had a bad feeling, as if some danger was approaching quietly.

"Strengthen vigilance!" He ordered, and at the same time prepared to see it in person.

...

Sufficient food made the insect swarm quickly recover to its best condition, so Lily issued the order again: completely disperse and kill all humanoids.

After the swarms of insects dispersed, a large loose web was formed. Although each insect was a little far apart, they could still hear each other and grasp enough information by sensing vibration.

Attack, temptation. The weak, they eat directly; the strong, they regroup and surround. They sneak in this grassland, drifting away.

...

Rio didn't get far out of the camp and stopped moving forward. A worm stood up from the ground, as if it was a signal, one after another, until it occupied the entire field of vision. Only at this moment did he realize that it was surrounded.

There was a commotion in the camp behind him, and then it fell silent.

The swarm stood still, who seemed to be waiting for?

Ruiou stood there, unable to advance or retreat, dare not make any moves. Even if he knew he was in danger, he still hoped that this moment came as soon as possible.

A slight rustle sounded, and then it became louder and louder.

The worms separated like waves. Amidst the panic of Ruiou and others, a young girl walked in slowly...