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Chapter 927 They're all dead!All dead!Run away!

"It's better to take a detour ahead! The front is the territory of a very fierce old bear! It will take about half a day to go around to the left, and it will be good to reach the river!"

Laden lay on the deer's back, pulled his buckskin robe tight to block the cold wind as much as possible, and yelled.Gretel turned his head on the phantom horse's back, smiled and waved to him:
"It's okay, let's pass by the side! The old bear is hibernating, we speed up, we won't run into it!"

The native boy muttered, seeing the Phantom Horse and Silvermoon Deer galloping in front of him, never returning, he could only urge his own reindeer to keep up.He ran into the woodland with sparse branches and leaves and covered with snow.

When he was about to run out of the forest, there was a faint roar of a bear behind him.After roaring a few times, it gradually fell down, probably because it realized that the target was too far away and could not catch up, so it 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 quickly shouted again:
"That's a swamp ahead! Beware—"

The phantom horse ran over like walking on the ground.The caster turned his head back on the horse, flicked his fingers slightly, and Raton immediately felt a breeze surrounding himself and his deer.Then, when the deer's hooves set foot on the snow, it only brought a slight sinking feeling.

Gretel even managed to let the Phantom Horse turn a corner, dragged a panicking roe deer out of the mud, and gave it a bath with a cleaning technique.

"Mage..."

Unconvinced, Raton lay on the reindeer's back.He was also a student of the Great Witch Festival, but the skills that the Great Witch Festival taught him were to inspire his companions, intimidate his opponents, stop bleeding, heal and detoxify, and use beast souls to a limited extent.

It's so relaxed and happy, you can do whatever you want, and you can achieve your goals with just a touch of a finger. I'm so... so envious!
The indigenous warrior who came out for the coming-of-age ceremony squeezed the handle of the knife in his hand, planning to make persistent efforts.The other party didn't want a beast soul, nor did he want the gems on the necklace. That beautiful girl with pointed ears, a gem on her forehead would cost him hundreds of gems...

However, he must be able to find a way and give enough rewards in exchange for the skills he wants to learn!
Fortunately, starting from the next morning, he entered the mountain climbing route he is most familiar with.Raton let go of the reindeer, walked briskly ahead, jumping up and down:
"If you want to climb the mountains, this is the right place to go! I am familiar with the surrounding mountains! Walking into this valley, there are water sources and camping sites along the way, and there are the least mountains to climb!"

Gretel hugged Mr. Troka and nodded to him.The Phantom Horse walked lightly and climbed up all the way.The black cat subconsciously chose the most convenient path, and it didn't deviate too much from the route guided by Raton. The bushes around Gretel kept whispering:

"It's been here."

"Yes, I remember the smell. Ugh... a little stinky..."

"Come when it's warmer and I still have a lot of leaves..."

Gretel felt that maintaining this high-intensity natural communication and running from the east to the west of the New World would force his priest level to be raised by one level...

After a whole day of wading through mountains and rivers, over mountains and mountains, they had already crossed four or five mountain ridges by the time dusk fell.Raton led them down the hill very graciously:
"There is a cave here. It turned out to be a bear cave. After being killed, the cave will belong to us. This location is very good, not deep and not shallow, and the cave has a bend, so the cold wind outside can't blow in... Shhh!"

He stopped suddenly, raised his left hand, and made a "stop" gesture.In the darkness of night, the indigenous youth nimbly dodged to the side, and lay down behind a big rock:

"Someone..."

Click, click.The sound of stepping on the snow was heard regularly, and a group of natives left the bear cave in a file and went up.Everyone carried bows and arrows, spears or knives and axes on their backs, and they walked carefully and lightly, trying not to make any movement.

With dark vision, Gretel could see that each of them was boiling with fiery breath.In addition to the fiery heat, there is also a hint of coldness. In the telepathic connection, Balencimo reminded nervously:

"Boss, they have bad intentions."

"It's okay, it's not facing us."

Gretel responded with a heartfelt voice.In his perception, the attention of this group of people is all directed upwards, or in other words, towards a high place far, far away.As long as they are not discovered, they should be fine.

He flicked his fingers slightly, and the subtle fluctuations passed by, casting a series of soundproof and invisible spells around the group.Five people and one stag, plus a black cat, stood quietly in place, waiting for the group of natives to disappear beyond their perception.Then, turning to the Aboriginal teenager:

"Where did this group of people come from? Will it be detrimental to your tribe?"

"No, boss." One day later, Raton was very skillful, following Bernard and others to address Gretel:

"They are members of the black kite tribe, and they have enmity with the rock sheep tribe above. Our tribe is in another direction—"

The Son of Dawn turned around, pointed in the opposite direction from where the Black Kite tribe was leaving, and stretched his arms as far as possible:
"It's far away. Moreover, our tribe is very strong, and they dare not mess with us."

"That's good. We won't cause trouble, and we won't be afraid of trouble." Gretel nodded quietly:
"This campsite is no longer usable, could you please take us for a longer walk?"

They turned over another hill, unfolded the mage's hut in the clearing in the lee, and fell asleep peacefully.Sleeping until the moon was in the middle of the sky, the guard that Gretel had placed on the edge of the camp was suddenly touched:
Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

A series of crisp bells sounded from the illusory magic thread.And Balensimo and Raton also quickly jumped up from their respective blankets:

Crack, click, the snow around the campsite was trampled by people.Gretel rubbed his eyes and released a piece of lighting directly. Raton stood up and asked:

"Who?!"

"They're all dead! They're all dead!"

When night fell, the group of aboriginals who sneaked up the mountain appeared in a state of embarrassment under the lighting technique.The paint on the face is half red and half black, with tattoos of various colors intertwined underneath, which is so weird that it looks a little scary.

However, everyone's lips were pale and trembling.Gretel quickly threw an induction spell in the past, and another [Charm Human].When Raton asked again, he saw the pupils of these people dilate subconsciously:

"They're all dead...all dead..."

"Who's dead?!"

"The Blue Sheep Tribe... We plan to sneak attack them and open their huts. There is not a single living person... They are all dead, piles of dead..."

"Roton! Stand back!"

Gretel raised his voice.A group of natives shouted as if they had received amnesty, turned around and fled.Snow and dust billowed, and soon escaped out of sight.

Only Gretel was left standing in the snow, looking at the direction they were coming from, his face sinking like water:

All dead?
What happened?

Could it be that the plague is coming again?
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