After some days, one morning, when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the ground, the vines that had become as thick as children's wrists suddenly trembled, and the leaves quickly changed color and yellow, falling down. In just a moment, the farmland surrounding the village was already full of falling leaves.

As the leaves wither, the green vines began to change color and became golden, as if they had condensed the sunlight that had been absorbed for a long time. Just looking at the golden vines make people feel a little warmth in their hearts.

After cheering, the villagers began to harvest. They cut the vines from about a palm-high from the ground, and then cut them into sections, each section about half the length of the arm. Golden white powder fell from the cross section of the vines, and many villagers would bite them a few bites when harvesting. It seemed that this was their staple food.

However, Sui Xiong noticed that no children picked up the vines that were partitioned. This made him silently give a bad review of the taste of those vines - children are the purest, and even wild fruits that are sour and sweet, they will happily pick them down and eat them. Since they have no interest in these vines, their taste must be very boring.

Harvesting vines is obviously a job of hard work, and the lumberjacks are sweating profusely. Children and women are busy collecting the withered leaves, grinding them with stone mills, turning them into gray-yellow juice, and transporting them to the stone house one by one, and they don’t know what to do.

There were many vines around the village, and the harvesting work lasted for three days. When all the vines were left to the last circle of the village, the villagers stopped harvesting, but began to prepare for other things.

They gathered the elderly and children who were lacking in combat, put on clothes soaked in gray-yellow juice, and let them gather in several relatively solid wooden houses. In front of them were statues similar to those on the roof of the stone house, and there were several buckets of juice around them, and I don’t know what they were doing.

The young and middle-aged people, regardless of gender, were busy eating and drinking. This time they did not eat batter that was probably cooked with powder crushed by vines, but air-dried chicken taken out of the stone house. It seemed that these chickens were not delicious, and everyone was eating them frowning, but everyone was trying to eat more, perhaps to ensure physical strength.

"It seems that the battle is right in front of you." Sui Xiong nodded secretly. He had already considered it. At that time, he would appear as a friendly beast with a strong but not very exaggerated nature. For this reason, it might be necessary to deliberately suppress a little strength, but it would be cost-effective than being too powerful and causing the villagers to panic.

It is very simple to suppress strength. Just modify the subtle structure of the muscles slightly and reduce the efficiency of force. He is not worried about encountering danger. After so long in this black forest, he has never encountered something that can be called dangerous. Moreover, his most powerful method is not a powerful body, but ice magic. It doesn’t matter if he has ice magic as a trump card. It doesn’t matter if his body is weak at all.

After everything was ready, it gradually became darker.

The villagers closed the door of the wooden fence, and some particularly strong villagers were waiting near the gate with weapons. Some agile villagers climbed up the house and were responsible for looking. In the village, a bonfire was lit every few steps around the fence, and there was a villager guarding it near almost every bonfire.

The burning flames shine brightly around, and also bring plenty of warmth and more importantly a sense of security.

The nights in the Black Forest are cold and dangerous, and flames are indispensable to the night watchmen.

When the moon slowly rose, Sui Xiong, who was lurking deep in the woods, felt a strange aura.

Under the clearings near the village, chaotic and turbid magic was condensing. Although magic power would condense in the Black Forest every night to form black fog, this was the first time he had seen such a powerful magic power.

In this black forest, condensing magic will turn the underground bones into actionable skeletons. So, what will happen to such powerful magic?

The answer was revealed soon, and he clearly felt that countless skeletons were slowly forming underground and would break out of the ground in no time.

"Strange...How come there are so many skeletons underground around the village? Where did these skeletons come from? I didn't find them before..."

Sui Xiong muttered to himself in confusion. He was not worried that the skeletons and skeletons would pose a threat to him, but he just couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that the dead bones can still move underground?

This world is really weird!

After a while, the skeletons had condensed into shape and slowly floated towards the ground. This is also a completely contrary to physics. The soil is not water, and the skeletons are not fish. Why can they penetrate the soil directly, just like swimming?

Sui Xiong thought while watching the development of the situation.

When the skeletons approached the ground, the roots of the vines left in the farmland emitted a faint golden light, forming a circle of protective covers, blocking them.

This protective cover could not last long, and the strong magic power quickly gathered from all directions and offset it with it. At most no more than an hour, the golden protective cover was completely eroded by the magic power, and the roots of the vines withered and turned into black wood chips.

"No wonder I had to leave a circle of vines near the village. It seems to be for defense." Sui Xiong nodded secretly, "These villagers are worthy of being a nation that can live in the black forest and are prepared for it."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

If the villagers easily crushed the enemy, wouldn’t he be unable to make it?

If you can't wait for the right opportunity, contact with the villagers will become more troublesome...

But Sui Xiong soon discovered that his worries were redundant. The magic power condensed around the village became stronger and stronger. There were more and more skeletons rising from the ground, and gradually the number was tens of thousands. Seeing this terrifying number, you know that no matter how complete the defense the village made, it would inevitably face a hard battle.

His chance to play will come soon.

Thousands, this is a wonderful word.

When it appears in a book, even children will not feel anything special; however, when it becomes a reality and appears in front of them, even powerful soldiers will be shocked.

If the number is followed by "enemy", it will be a desperate thing.

The strong magic power continued to condense, eroding the protective cover formed by the vines near the village. Although the protective cover formed by the complete vines was far stronger than the roots could do, facing the endless magic power backed by the entire Black Forest, it was soon defeated and turned into black wood chips.

Even, it is shorter than those roots can delay.

Perhaps this is why the villagers only leave a circle of vines. The magic power will gather faster and faster. No matter how many vines are left, it is impossible to last for a long time. Even if all the vines in the farmland are not harvested, it is nothing more than wasting more food.

For them who are not well-off, this kind of waste is obviously not allowed.

Although the result of failure in the battle is mostly death, the result of lack of food in this weird black forest is obviously also death. If it is death, it seems to be a little happier to die from battle rather than hunger.

If you can only choose one of two, most people will definitely choose to eat and drink like a hero and then die quickly, rather than being in a difficult situation of hunger and cold, exhausting their vitality bit by bit and finally dying in despair.

The ancients said that people are not afraid of death, but how can they be afraid of death? When ordinary people can only choose between starvation and death in battle, the deterrence of the state's violent machine will be invalidated on them, and what will happen next is a total of earth-shaking.

This kind of thing should be similar in any world.

Because of his random thoughts, Sui Xiong was distracted for a while. When he came to his senses, he found that the battle had begun.

Countless skeletons were rushing towards the village like black tides, surrounding the entire village. They kept attacking the wooden fences that protected the village, as if they wanted to destroy them. Although the power of each strike was not worth mentioning compared to the solid wooden fence, if they accumulated in this way, it was only a matter of time before the collapse of the entire fence would be.

The villagers were constantly attacking these skeletons with lit firewood. The firewood itself had an almost negligible attack power. The flames really caused damage to the skeletons. Whenever the flames touched the skeletons, they would be burned and retreated slightly. If they could not avoid it, their bodies would tremble slightly, and the parts burned by the flames would fade slightly.

It's like being exposed to sunlight, although the effect is much worse.

If you look closely, you will find that a thick layer of skeleton has been piled up on the ground around the fence, and the skeletons are light gray in color, which means that the force that drives them to turn into skeletons and stands has dissipated, and it will be impossible to become those terrifying things in a short period of time.

Judging from the number of these bones, the villagers' fighting was still very effective. But when Sui Xiong looked at the entire battlefield, he couldn't help but feel pessimistic about the villagers' situation.

The number of skeletons does not seem to have decreased much.

He used his mental sensing to observe the ground and found that the skeletons were still constantly generating and floating on the ground. With the support of endless and strong magic, the only thing that restricted their number seemed to be the size of the open space that could accommodate them standing.

What the villagers want to fight against is not "thousands of enemies", but "thousands of enemies that can be infinitely replenished".
Chapter completed!