Chapter 875: Tyre! (20)

In Alan's view, they have one last chance.
It is not a chance. This is the last arrow in the quiver of fate.
If they turn slightly to the north and pass the edge of the town of Qinze outside the city, they may be able to rush into the wilderness in the distance.
Of course, the wasteland may also represent death, because that is an area that was surrounded by Oak and became a deadly area, but this is the problem later, they will develop their own destiny.
What's more, Alan still has the final hole card. Even if they hit Ok, they are not dead.
Although he does not want his comrades to see that result.
If they enter the wilderness of the east, no matter what the enemy is, they should not continue to kill.
As long as they rushed through a small stream called a frog ditch, they could escape to birth and be free to step into death instead of being pushed into by a group of cursed killers.
But here is still far from the frog ditch.
It's not easy for them to keep moving forward. Such a journey is usually divided into four or five segments, during which they may have to sleep and eat to restore their strength.
If you can reach the end without stopping, it will surely be a tough achievement worthy of praise from poets.
If any poet is still alive.
Alan grasped the armrest tightly and discussed with Len and Blom.
The voices of all three of them were already rude because they cursed the traitors loudly during the war.
Blom's situation is terrible.
His face was bloodless, and his eyes were as dark as a dirty ice surface, as if his lifeline were slowly being worn away.
"Just do it."
He said.
"Frog ditch, just do it, don't obey those bastards."
Alan turned around, what the wounded soldier was saying.
"what?"
Alan got close.
"what are you saying?"
"Ghost's voice..."
The wounded soldier hissed, and it wasn't until Alan discovered that this guy turned out to be an army wizard, although he was only an apprentice.
"Then it says, "I can see you, I can look directly at your soul"...that's what he said, God, he's really conceited."
"I do not understand what you are saying."
Alan answered.
"Is this a story? Is this what happened around you?"
Alan was a little scared. He was afraid of what witchcraft he heard, and he didn't want to have anything to do with it.
The wounded soldier suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.
In an instant, he stared at Alan with extreme panic.
"I'm dreaming!"
He shouted:
"I'm dreaming, I dreamed that they were standing there, staring down at me."
He blinked, and the real reality he was in came back. He completely washed away the chaos of the mad dream and made him groan and collapse.
"That looks so real."
He muttered to himself.
"It's a ten years ago to say less, but I seem to be back to that day... Have you ever had such a dream? This kind of dream that shows you fresh memories, even if you have long forgotten those yourself Things? I just went back there."
Alan snorted.
"Instead of staying here."
The wounded soldier added bleakly.
"I'm here to ask you the last time, do you want me to use a gun to relieve you?"
"What? No! I don't want to die."
"Well, first of all, we will all die, and secondly, you can't decide this matter."
"Help me get up."
Alan helped him stand up, leaning against the seat.
With the extension of the road, in the front, a dark cloud of huge dark clouds straightened into the sky, like the face of the hanged dead black.
Tyre is burning!
No matter how you look at it, it's terrible news. At such a rapid speed, they can't run far before the Oak army presses the top.
"Where are we?"
The wounded soldier asked. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the pale ghosts passing by.
"We are probably in the middle of luck back home."
The off-road vehicle suddenly violently bumped for a while, and the wizard apprentice gripped the seat tightly.
"what is that?"
Suddenly, he pointed to the front and asked.
They were quickly approaching a village to the east, which was almost a checkpoint, with only a few houses sitting on the stone ridge.
A row of spears was nailed to the front of the village, and there were thirty or forty sticks in total, like a fence post.
At the end of each spear handle is a human head.
Those heads are facing their direction, and their eyelids are fixed in a round state.
They may have been villagers or captives and were used here after being ceremonially decapitated, but they may also have fallen victim in despair.
"The gang of monsters!"
Alan took a sip and cursed in a low voice.
"This is some kind of witchcraft in the Church of Wendigos."
The wizard apprentice looked at the heads of the spears and muttered:
"Keep away, don't get close... I can see you."
Alan didn't listen to him at all.
He motioned to the driver to turn immediately, and there was clearly something stationed in the village.
A second later, the heads flashed past them, and they quickly rushed across the stream in the shadow of the stone ridge.
"what!"
Suddenly, Griffith screamed.
An arrow hit him.
More arrows came one after another, nailed to the body with a snap, and some of them crossed the ground due to insufficient strength. Alan could already see the shooters standing on the edge of the village.
Those groups of distorted creatures, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is so huge that its twisted arms are taller with a more exaggerated pale bone bow. Alan never thought he would be attacked by such a primitive weapon.
Although the original shape does not hinder their amazing power.
"Griffith!"
That arrow was really lucky, but Griffith was the opposite.
The arrow shot through the triceps of his left arm, crossed the bone, pierced the skin on the other side, and finally stabbed the side of the warrior's torso between the two ribs, which was equivalent to nailing his arm to the On yourself.
Griffithton lost control of the steering wheel.
The pain was so severe that in order to suppress the howling, he had bitten off the tip of his tongue.
Dingding~!
The two arrows were nailed to their feet, and Alan noticed that these were bone arrows: they had barbs, like comb teeth sloping backwards.
More importantly, there is a blue witch fire burning on it.
It was such an arrow that plunged into Griffith and never wanted to pull it out.
"Well!"
Griffith spit out blood, trying to turn the steering wheel.
Blom and Len yelled at him, wanting to drive for him, and wanting to break the shaft to free his arm.
But Griffith is no longer necessary.
Soon, another wave of arrows fell from the sky.
One of them may come from the same talented or favored shooter, which penetrates Griffith's head from the side, thus ending his pain.
Blood drops splashed on other people's faces.
Griffith collapsed from the steering wheel, and even though Blom and Lahn flew up, the SUV itself became its own manipulator in a flash.
It had no intention of letting them live a life.