Uncle Zhou failed to die and a soldier, he captured the Rat Village in just half a day. When he led his team to the place, he first went to confirm the storage of grain in the cellar that Rubio found.

The cellar is in the main house of the village leader Schroder, and Rubio's son Seth personally led the way for Zhou Qingfeng. It was built quite hidden, with the ground closed with wooden boards and covered with a thick layer of permafrost.

If Zhou Qingfeng hadn't launched a stench attack that was too fierce and would have defeated the will of the villagers in one fell swoop, he would have really not found it.

At the cellar site, the frozen soil was melted with burning fires, and the closed wooden boards were also dug out. The wheat flour in sacks was continuously transported out. After only a crude inventory, Zhou Qingfeng's food problem that had been hanging in his heart was finally alleviated.

I don’t feel panic when I have food in my hands!

Seth followed Zhou Qingfeng and asked in a low voice: "Master, no one knows this batch of food except us."

"Open the news." Zhou Qingfeng understood Seth's meaning, but he said firmly: "Tell everyone in our camp that we have enough food to support a week."

"But"

"As long as you can make others use it for me, I don't mind taking advantage of it. Tonight's meals are rich, and there is no need to mix wood chips in the bread. It must make everyone happy to eat a lot of food, just say it is to celebrate today's victory."

Seth followed his father and indirectly worked for Zhou Qingfeng for several days. He was dull, inferior and timid, which witnessed the boy's various uniqueness and magical abilities. He also asked his father to recommend him to "Master Hugo".

Not to mention that there is no one in the Black Forest who can match the abilities of Your Excellency Hugo. Even in Hanfeng City, Seth has never seen a nobleman who seems smarter and more leader than Zhou Qingfeng.

When the Rat Village was knocked down, Seth could not control his urge to surrender. He hoped to use the knowledge and abilities he learned in Hanfeng City as a stepping stone to advance and follow a truly powerful but not famous aristocrat.

But only those who directly contact him can have a deeper understanding of Zhou Qingfeng's special features. Others hide some good things, but he wants to take them out and share them with everyone. Others treat him as a sucker, and he still enjoys it.

Seeing that Seth was a little confused, Zhou Qingfeng had to explain, "Being a leader means letting his subordinates keep taking advantage, inspiring their enthusiasm for fighting, and at the same time avoiding their greed and excessive expansion. Slim ghosts cannot be the boss."

Different positions have different ways of thinking. Seth is like being struck by lightning, as if a new world has been opened in his mind. Although he is extremely reluctant, he seems to have understood Zhou Qingfeng's principle of doing things and is trying to find an explanation for this principle.

The same thing happened in the Plaster Village.

McCann tracked Zhou Qingfeng to Tielu Village, but failed to get rid of the boy. Before he could find the opportunity to attack again the next day, an army of hundreds of people rushed out of Tielu Village and pointed directly at the Rat Village.

Most of the energy of the Bann Church and the Magru tribe was thinking about how to capture the hard-bodied White Crow Village. Unexpectedly, another wave of forces appeared in the Black Forest and stabbed himself directly from the back.

Before the village was surrounded, Schroeder reported the situation to the church in the plaster village, saying that a wave of overestimating one's ability was coming from the dead end. He did not ask for reinforcements at all, but just informed him.

McCann, who had sucked a stomach full of smell, escaped from the Rat Village in a panic. When he arrived at the Plaster Village in the afternoon, the priest of the Morsi of the Bain Church and the Shaman Zul of the Magru tribe, Grayspie, did not take Schroeder's notice seriously.

The priest Morsi was having a headache for the Baiyao Village that he could not conquer, while the Zur Gray Shaman was worried that his family had a large number of goblins, but he could not mobilize many troops.

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"The Rat Village was captured? Are there hundreds of adventurers in the enemy? And the catapults?"

The main priest and the shaman were in the chamber of the village, and they were furious and furious when they heard the news.

There were waves of sound echoing in the dark and cold hall, one burst and the other was low. The two sounds kept hitting each other, and McCann felt his chest tightness, and he vomited blood, which had known that it would have been like this, I wouldn't have come back to report.

McCann regretted deathly. He was losing half his life by the hidden anger of the two strong men. He felt the light in front of him dim. The hunched goblin shaman suddenly appeared in front of him, and the skeleton staff in his hand pointed at his head.

No, McCann had only had time to shout so much, and he could not move the skeleton staff as if he had been immobilized. The memory shamanism in his brain was extracted and projected into the hall.

The main priest Morsi in black robe also slowly stepped forward, reached out and pointed to the projection, and McCann's memory began to trace back. The first thing to play was that he was dizzy by the stinking bomb on the walls of Ghost Rat Village, and then he was assassinated in the dark night in Tielu Village.

Then there is the ambush trap outside the Platy Village and the unexpected conversation in Baiya Village.

Zhou Qingfeng and McCann only had these four contacts, and each meeting was short. But whether it was the main priest with a gully face or the aging and ugly goblin shaman, the more you saw, the ugly your face became.

"How did that boy do it?" Morsi's tone was low and serious, and his black robe was full of windlessness. "The first time McCann saw him, it was obvious that the boy didn't know anything. In just a few days, he brought an army to attack us."

Zul's gray-skin's eyes turned bloody and filled with a breath of chaos and fear. It stared at Zhou Qingfeng's face tightly and said hoarsely: "We are really in trouble. This kid may be the reincarnation of a strong man, maybe possessed by an evil demon, and it may be possible."

After thinking for a long time, Morsi spoke out the last possibility of his thoughts, "There is also the arrival of the Saint."

The saint is the incarnation of the gods when walking on the earth. He naturally has extremely powerful strength and is definitely not something that ordinary people can fight against.

The goblin shaman nodded slightly and shook his head again, "Saint? It should not be a saint. Even if the gods with weak divine power descend in the form of a saint, they are extremely powerful. If he is a saint, he can kill us directly and kill us."

"So what to do now? If the young man really commanded hundreds of adventurers to come over, we would not be able to withstand it. Now there are insufficient staff everywhere and we cannot draw troops to fight another battle."

The Priest Morsi frowned and spoke out the current dilemma of the Bain Church. The victory that he originally thought could be achieved easily is now getting farther and farther away.

"Don't worry, I'll go and meet this boy in person and feel how powerful he is. If possible, I hope to cut off his head and offer it to my Lord. No matter what his origin is, my Lord will definitely like his blood and soul."

The goblin shaman let out a quarrel of laughter. Under the torches in the hall, a huge and terrible shadow flashed behind his hunched body, twisting and dancing to its laughter.

"What about this waste?" Morsi pointed to McCann, who had collapsed on the ground. "He failed my expectations and failed to complete the task."

McCann was stiff all over, but his eyes were still circling. He wanted to beg but couldn't do it. He could only watch the goblin shaman pointing the skeleton staff at him with a cruel smile.

Zul Graypi sneered: "The incompetent loser is not qualified to survive and make him a dead assassin. He will become stronger."

The skeleton staff slightly snatched away McCan's vitality, his skin turned gray and his eyes lost its luster.
Chapter completed!