The hapless administrator is beheaded to demonstrate, and Kuruk begins to step into the leader's sight.

"This direction will probably be the route of the Mammoth attack."

"The risk of attacking the human fortress is too great, it is best to contact other tribes."

"Provoking a dispute between the Sphinx and the Jana will help us fight for control of the waterhole."

With one accurate suggestion after another, Kuruk's status became higher and higher. At the same time, he began to learn magic from the high priest, and unexpectedly showed the talent of magic.

The magic that strengthens his body, coupled with his keen sense of smell and hearing, allows him to move freely even if he has no vision.

Then this year.

"The amount of food is completely insufficient. If this continues, we may only have to fight other tribes, kill each other, or venture into the forest. These two paths are gone."

This is the conclusion, simple and cruel, there is not enough food, and there are too many people. This kind of thing happens every few decades. The result is often very simple, that is, the demi-human tribes in the entire region, through cannibalism, reduce the number of people to barren. The point where the land can feed.

Of course, you can also enter the forest to find a way to survive, but it is limited to a few people. The forest is equally dangerous, not to mention the ordinary monsters scattered throughout it. The overlords of the forest will never allow the demihumans to ask for it to the extent that it affects the ecological balance.

Therefore, entering the forest to take risks is essentially reducing the number of people.

"Through the forest and attack the human village." Kuruk suggested a third way.

The sphere of influence of the demi-humans has a large border with the closest human country, the Dragon Kingdom, half of which is the dark forest of the moon, and the other half is the fortress established by humans.

A few decades ago, it was common to pass through the dark forest to attack human villages, but slowly, human villages were either destroyed or moved inwards and entered the protection area of ​​the fortress.

As a result, the benefits and costs of aggression through dangerous forests became increasingly disproportionate, and the tribes gradually ceased to do so.

However, decades have passed, and it is a generation for human beings, so it is not impossible for human beings to forget the scars of the past and return to the great plains at the edge of the forest under the temptation of the land.

Kuruk is betting on this possibility. After the leader's approval, he selected the best two hundred warriors of the tribe, and his second brother, the second powerful warrior of the tribe, Wolfs, and three equally excellent warriors. The younger brother led thirty warriors to explore the way.

This is a huge gamble. If the gamble is lost, only half of these warriors will survive. If the gamble is won, what you will get is not only delicious humans and their livestock, but also great fame and achievements, enough to make the second brother sit firmly. Great achievement for the next leader!

Probably with this consideration, the leader sent Wolfs, who had high hopes, and luckily, Kuruk won the bet, and he successfully found the village of unsuspecting humans!

Livestock, iron tools, wooden tools, fine wine, as well as humans who can be eaten and human girls who can be traded, such a huge profit, but it is so easy to get, so Kuruk is overjoyed.

Originally, on the way, he lost contact with the vanguard led by his second brother Wolfson, which made Kuruk devastated, not only because of his anxiety that the plan might be aborted, but also because of his worries about the two younger brothers whom he loved very much.

Considering that they encounter the [Holy White Fox Demon], encountering human adventurers, etc., but no matter which one should not kill them all, Kuruk decided to move forward when they were in a dilemma.

The next thing was very smooth. Entering the village, or looting, it all went so smoothly that Kuruk began to believe that Wolfson and the others just found another village and hurried to loot.

If that's the case, then you should reprimand them well after you go back. Before you know it, Kuruk's mouth hung with a smile. First of all, the food problem was solved, and then it was the girl who got a lot of human beings because of racial hatred. Unlike primitive impulses, there are many people in the demihuman tribe who have extremely distorted desires for human girls - the dual meaning of appetite and another desire.

In a sense, this is a very high-quality bargaining chip. Of course, if you bring it back to the tribe, it will definitely be destroyed by the clansmen, but as long as a few are still alive, it is enough to make a good transaction.

Kuruk was thinking about the benefits of this operation, and he had begun to imagine the prosperity of the wolf clan established by his younger brother in the future.

However, from heaven to hell, there is often only a moment. For the villagers in this village, the arrival of the werewolf is the moment when hell opens, and for the werewolf, hell opens at this moment.

The smell in the air changed, and a more foul smell than human blood filled Kuruk's nostrils, and the screams lingering in his ears became heavier, and Kuruk felt the blood splashing on himself.

Originally, he could probably react quickly, but the blood and screams numb his senses, and the relaxed mood numbs his heartstrings.

"Brother?" A vague figure appeared in front of him, his buzzing brain couldn't understand the current situation, and Kuruk subconsciously called out.

"Brother, why are you here." The sharp blade plunged into his heart, killing him with one blow. The other party only left a hole in his heart, and then he drew the knife in an instant, and the strong heart muscle contracted inertially, and then put him in the body. Almost all the blood is pumped out of the body.

There was not even a drop of blood on the tip of Camilia's knife. She didn't pay attention to Kuruk's words, and didn't even look at him at all. After confirming that all the werewolves were killed, she returned to Aya.

Kuruk fell to the ground, and another figure came into sight.

"Mom." As if seeing the intimacy of his long-dead mother, Kuruk wanted to extend his hand, but at this time, his blood had completely drained.

Werewolf army, completely destroyed.

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The corpses have been piled up into mountains, the werewolves mixed with the corpses of the villagers, and most of the human remains are incomplete.

Blood was pouring all over the floor, and concentrated on the square were the women and children in the village, and a few thin men. They were either werewolves before they had time to slaughter, or they were left behind as living food for the return journey.

Even those who survived had a few incomplete limbs, and almost all of them had injuries, and a few girls had wounds all over their bodies.

As for the werewolves, they are all dead.

Too weak, weak is a bit boring.

According to Aya's initial inference, if the group of werewolves encountered before and this troop are of the same race, then the approximate level is estimated-the group of werewolves who can't carry the Mother God Realm I should not exceed level [-].

Assuming they were level [-], if they were part of the lowest level in the population, the average level of the werewolf troop should be around level [-] plus level [-].

It was estimated like this at the beginning, because according to the rules of the game, the weakest and strongest dungeons generally have a difference of [-] levels of combat power.

As a result, it was so weak that it was impossible to judge the level at all.

Aya glanced at the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, without a trace of touch in her heart. Plundering, death, and killing are all choices of life. From the perspective of the mother goddess, she was unexpectedly calm.

Wearing a silver mask that interferes with sight and cognition, Aya turned her gaze to the side where the villagers were focused.

If you want, a tenth-level magic [Salvation], or a ninth-level magic [Blessing Rain] can restore all their injuries, and even their disabilities can be cured. For Aya, it was just a casual affair.

She could even cast resurrection magic to revive all the dead villagers, but Aya wasn't going to do that.

The impact of the power of killing and the power of saving is different, the latter is more ostentatious, and it is easy to bring problems and risks.

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