Fast-crossing system: the villain BOSS strikes!

The news of the extermination of the Leopard tribe spread wildly.

When they first heard the news, many tribes who felt that they had a few brushes were ready to move.

But now that the Leopard tribe has been wiped out by others, how dare they act rashly.

But whether it was the witch spirit or not, this incident made the orcs in the tribe worried.

Just now.

At this time, the orcs among the tribes suddenly died inexplicably.

The cause of death was strange, the heart was missing...

When Mingshu heard the news, he calmly finished his warm freshly baked 'dried sweet potatoes'.

"The fox did it?" Isn't it the fox who loves to eat the heart?Wouldn't it be a fake heroine?

"No." Mingzhe shook his head, and said weakly: "I heard that the scene was very weird, and there was a picture of a beast god."

Beast figure?

Beast gods are the objects of orc worship. In general, if there is a sacrifice or some large-scale event in the tribe, a picture of the beast god will be drawn.

"This is blasphemy against the Beast God." A member of the clan whispered: "The Beast God will punish you."

Does this world have magical powers?

some.

For example, the companion contract between a male orc and a female orc.

So the orcs believe that the beast gods exist and are their gods.

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In the next few days, such situations appeared one after another in the nearby tribes. I heard that the orc died very peacefully, with a smile on his face, as if he was willing to give his heart.

At night, Nuan Nuan and Ming Shu sat on a lawn in the valley, Nuan Nuan hugged her knees, and asked her cautiously, "Chief, what do you think did it?"

Mingshu was a little distracted, and replied slowly: "I don't know."

Nuan Nuan guessed on his own: "Could it be that some orc has gone mad?"

Don't those obsessed people all do crazy things?

"You thought you were making a fantasy film?"

"Isn't it fantasy enough now?" Wen Nuan said, "I have traveled here, and you..."

She also didn't know what this person was from.

This world is too scary.

Mingshu chuckled: "What's wrong with me?"

Biting her lip warmly, she asked the question in her heart: "Why did you help me?"

Yes.

Even if she's right.

But why did she help herself?

"Don't use the previous reason to perfuse me, I don't believe it." She doesn't believe in helping her because she knows how to cook.

Mingshu asked earnestly: "Be a good fool, why don't you wash and cook for me?"

"..."

Is there a problem with this line!

And what is the adjective for silly white sweet?In her eyes, is she just a fool?

Nuan insisted on knowing.

Mingshu shrugged: "I have a grudge against Hu Jiu, of course I will help you, the most important thing is that you can cook."

"..." Why is it still inseparable from cooking?

"You and Hu Jiu...what's the enmity?"

Mingshu is very honest: "It's not a hatred, I just want to get her a little hatred."

She and Hu Jiu really had no enmity, it was the original owner who had enmity.

She targeted Hu Jiu for the simple reason of gaining hatred.

"???"

Nuan couldn't understand Mingshu's words at all.

What pulls hatred?

"Hush!" Mingshu suddenly stretched out his hand and made a silent movement.

There seemed to be something moving in the distance, driving the vegetation and making a rustling sound.

The sound was very soft, no different from the wind blowing through the grass and trees.

Although Wen Nuan didn't know what happened, she became nervous for no reason.

Is that crazy mind-digging maniac who ran to them?

Orcs are dead in the nearby tribes...

It seems that there is nothing strange about appearing here.

The sound continued, and it was getting closer and closer to where the orcs lived.

Mingshu got up, Wen Nuan wanted to get up with him, but Mingshu pushed her back.

Nuannuan had something soft stuffed in her hand, she looked down and saw that strange puppy that occasionally appeared by her side before.

She said it was a puppy, but she didn't think it looked like it.

How can a puppy grow into a colorful one?

The little beast suddenly changed positions, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Mingshu leaving.

It snorted, jumped out of Nuannuan's hand, rolled around twice, but was not too far away.

Mingshu's figure quickly disappeared into the night, Nuan wanted to follow, but was afraid that he would cause trouble for her.

Anxiously waiting in place.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the rustling sound over there disappeared.

Warm can't hear anything.

It was very still.

Nothing will happen, right?

Thinking of this, Nuan Nuan ignored his scruples and went directly to the direction where Ming Shu left.

The little beast rolled his eyes, and followed up.

Running to the open space in the valley, Nuan Nuan saw a very strange beast being pinned down by Ming Shu from a distance.

Nuan had never seen such an animal.

Its body shape is similar to that of a human, but its head is small, and it seems to have scales on its body, a bit like... a humanoid pangolin.

Mingshu had already subdued it, Wennuan ran over: "This...what is this?"

"I don't know." Mingshu squatted down: "It seems that it can't be deformed... I don't know if it can be eaten."

Warmth choked on his breath.

Don't think about eating all day if you don't know the source.

Mingshu just casually said that this thing looks a bit scary, and it is a humanoid pangolin.

Mingshu let Nuannuan call people.

The humanoid pangolin was tied up by everyone, the warmth was on fire, and the surroundings slowly lit up.

The pangolin fainted before, woke up and saw the burning flames, and struggled violently.

"You were the one who committed the crime recently?"

The pangolin looked at the female on the opposite side of the flame. There was no emotional change on the scale-covered face, but those eyes easily betrayed his fear at the moment.

"You killed so many orcs, why did you dig out your heart?"

The pangolin just watched in horror, without making any sound.

"Boss, it doesn't seem to make a sound."

"Can't make a sound?"

Mingshu stroked his chin and directed Mingzhe to try it on the fire.

As the flame approached, the pangolin struggled violently, even with its mouth open, there was still no sound.

Sure enough, there will be no sound.

Orcs can't write, so it's impossible to ask him anything.

"Why can't he take form?" Mingshu asked Mingzhe.

Mingzhe shook his head.

The rest of the orcs obviously didn't know either.

Instead, the elderly orc at the back raised his hand: "I think he looks a bit like those deformed orcs who were thrown away."

"Ok?"

What deformed orc?

Obviously the younger generation of orcs are not clear.

Only the expressions of the elderly orcs began to change slightly.

The orc stood up: "Because some orcs are born with deformities, for the survival rate of the tribe and future generations, such deformities will be thrown away. This... is very similar to a deformed orc."

The night wind came out from a distance, and the flames flickered.

The bound pangolin had hatred in its eyes, and it looked particularly ferocious at this moment.