Chapter 927 They Are All Dead! 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!"

Laton lay on the deer's back, tightening his deerskin robe as much as possible to block the cold wind, and yelled. Grete turned back on the back of the phantom colt, smiled and waved her hand to him:

"It's okay, let's pass by! That old bear is hibernating, let's speed up and we won't run into it!"

The indigenous boy muttered something, and saw the phantom colt and silver moon deer galloping in front of him, never to return, so he could only urge his reindeer to keep up. He rushed into the forest with sparse branches and covered with snow.

When he was about to run out of the forest, a faint roar of a bear sounded behind him. After roaring for a few times, it gradually subsided, probably because it found that the target was too far away and could no longer 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 soon shouted again:

"That area ahead is a swamp! Be careful—"

The phantom pony ran over as smoothly as possible. 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, they only felt 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 with the cleaning technique.

"Mage..."

Raton lay on the reindeer's back unconvinced. 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 opponents, stop bleeding, treat and detoxify bit by bit, and make limited use of beast 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 to perform the coming-of-age ceremony squeezed the handle of the knife in his hand and planned to keep up his efforts. The other party doesn’t want the beast soul, nor does he want the gems on the necklace. The beautiful girl with pointed ears has a gem on her forehead that costs him hundreds of...

However, he will definitely find a way to give enough reward 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'm familiar with the mountains around here! If you go through this valley, there will be water sources and campsites along the way, and there will be 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 kept 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 the whole day trekking across mountains and rivers, and by the time dusk fell, they had 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 darkness, 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, and a group of natives filed out of the bear cave and groped upwards. Everyone was carrying a bow and arrow, a spear or an axe, and they walked carefully and tried not to make any noise.

Gretel could see under dark vision that each of them was boiling with fiery aura. In addition to the heat, there is also a hint of coldness. In the spiritual connection, Valencimo 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 upwards, or in other words, toward high places far, far away. As long as they are not discovered, they should be fine.

He flicked his fingers slightly, subtle fluctuations passed by, and a series of soundproofing and invisibility 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 awareness. Then, turning to the indigenous teenager:

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

"No, boss." As the day passed, Laton became 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 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 and they don't dare to mess with us."

"That's good. We don't cause trouble, and we're not afraid of trouble." Grete nodded quietly:

"This campsite can no longer be used. Could you please take us a little further?"

They climbed over another hill, unfolded the mage's hut in the open space in the lee, and slept peacefully. After sleeping until the moon was high in the sky, Grete'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 bells sounded on the illusory magic thread. Valensimo and Laton also jumped up quickly from their respective blankets:

Click, click, click, the snow around the campsite was being stepped on. Grete rubbed his eyes and directly released a piece of illumination. Raton stood up and shouted:

"who?!"

"All dead! All dead!"

When night fell, the group of natives who sneaked towards the mountain appeared in a panic under the lighting spell. The paint on his face is half red and half black, with various tattoos tangled underneath, making it look weird and a bit scary.

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

"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... They are all dead, piles of dead..."

"Laton! Back off!"

Gretel raised his voice. A group of natives shouted, turned and fled as if they had been granted amnesty. The snow and dust billowed, and soon they were 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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