Diablo Destruction

.A small group of about a dozen dwarfs were swimming in a small group of dense grass on the river bank, moving silently and staring out.

Except in their camps, if you see these dwarfs anywhere outside, there is no need to doubt their purpose, which is to hunt.

Even though these dwarfs are only about a foot tall, their stomachs are bottomless pits. They can eat whatever they want, and they are not picky eaters. If you put some mud into a pot and boil the mud water, they will gradually drink it and it will taste better. The Sinking Devil in Rogge's camp has an even better appetite. The Sinking Devil at least eats meat. It is only when it is extremely hungry that it digs grass and gnaws trees.

These indigenous creatures native to the Kurast forest are all black, with only one mouth that is particularly large. The two thick mouths are like sausages. They have a bald head, big ears, and indigenous feathers made of unknown feathers. He wears a hat and wears a simple leaf skirt around his waist. He walks silently and fast. He has a pair of black eyes as big as soybeans, always showing a greedy and predatory look. With this look, no wonder he is called a mouse by others. , I’m afraid there is no other more suitable nickname to describe them.

The ghost wolves and I lay down in the forest on the other side of them, monitoring every move of these dwarfs from a distance, because the mission this time was not to eliminate these dwarfs, but to find out the truth about their rebellion.

Condescendingly leaning against the big tree, I let out a big yawn out of boredom. My eyes inadvertently passed through the grass on the other side of the river. I wondered in my heart, when would these little things make any movement? How about killing them and finding them? The next team is ready.

I have been monitoring these dwarfs for almost half an hour, but they still hide in the grass and refuse to come out. Although I also know that hunting requires patience, half an hour of waiting is not really long for a hunter. In order to catch prey, I have to squat for several days, but I don't have this time to wait, and I plan to complete the task and go back today.

Xiaoer and the others seemed to have sensed my thoughts. Their sharp eyes hidden in the leaves suddenly narrowed and they kept licking their paws with their scarlet tongues. As long as I gave my order, they could rush up within a few seconds. Tear these dozen dwarfs into pieces.

The difference in strength between the two is too big. To the ghost wolf, these dwarfs are not even an appetizer.

Just when I was about to decide the fate of the dwarfs by tossing coins, I didn't know if I sensed something in the dark. The dwarfs who had been hiding secretly finally poked their heads out of the bushes. .

They are not going to wait any longer, and they are always unable to satisfy their full stomachs, making these greedy and hungry little mice unable to wait any longer to catch prey.

So these dwarfs decided to take a desperate risk.

Under my curious gaze, dwarfs emerged from the trees one by one and gathered together in a disciplined manner. However, their eyes were fixed on the river from time to time, greedy and fearful, and they did not know what they were thinking. What.

Could it be that they can't swim and are afraid of water?

The dwarves have three types of soldiers, one is long-range, one is melee, and the other one is familiar to everyone. The strange unit formed by the fusion of two dwarfs - the dwarf wizard.

Such a team obviously cannot have high-level units such as dwarf wizards. There are only melee dwarves holding kitchen knives and spears, and long-range dwarves holding blowpipes. The number ratio is about 3 to 1. Obviously, the relative Compared with the kitchen knife dwarf, the long-range dwarf is a little more noble and cool. { %%.First release}

After these dwarfs were exposed, they kept circling around the river, not knowing what they wanted to do. Finally, their movements all stopped, and the remote dwarfs stepped forward a few steps, staring at the river, and then , suddenly held the blowpipe in his hand, whizzed a few times, and blew out flying needles, hitting the river.

There were a few pops of pops, and a moment later, several unknown fish slowly floated to the surface without making any sound.

Come on, I thought there was some mysterious ceremony going on, but it turns out these guys are busy fishing.

Seeing this scene, I almost slipped from the tree.

However, since it is so easy to catch food, why not do it early in the morning and lie in wait in the bushes for so long? I wish I could understand this problem quickly.

With the continuous efforts of the remote dwarf, more and more fish surfaced. The water flow was not rapid. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't even see signs of flow. It was like a pool of stagnant water, so deep that you couldn't see the bottom, and there was some leakage. people.

Dozens of fish surfaced and gathered together, which was quite spectacular. The greedy eyes of the dwarf became even crazier. The small black eyes had turned into a brutal blood red, and they were lost due to the food. Gained sanity.

Without any instructions, these dwarves, who only had fish and fish in their minds, raised their kitchen knives and spears high and rushed forward with screams. Even the long-range dwarves responsible for fishing were red-eyed and greedy. , and rushed forward desperately.

With a splash of more than a dozen waves, the dwarfs all entered the water and swam towards the caught fish, and the speed was not slow.

Who says mice can't swim?

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred. Xiaoer and the others suddenly let out a low roar, and I immediately felt that something huge seemed to be moving at the bottom of the bottomless river.

In the blink of an eye, the river surface, which was originally like a pool of stagnant water, began to ripple without wind.

The oats and waves were rising, and those dwarfs seemed to have encountered something terrible. They didn't even want to fish close at hand, and they swam back desperately with distorted faces and fear.

It was too late, just as they turned back, a bloody mouth as big as a bathtub suddenly rushed out of the water, swallowing up all the desperate dwarfs and fish.

I was amazed when I saw this scene.

It turns out that there is such a beast hiding under the water. I was only looking for the dwarf and did not investigate the water. In addition, this underwater beast was dormant and motionless, like a dead thing. I really didn't notice it.

What exactly is it? Judging from the snake-like mouth full of sharp teeth, it should not be the Imperial Crocodile, but its strength is not weaker than the Imperial Crocodile at all. If the two meet, I don't know what kind of earth-shattering life-and-death battle it will be.

Of course, I didn’t pay attention to either the king crocodile or the underwater beast. The strength of these creatures was at best equivalent to the demon king-level projection monster of Kurast, which was dominating the edge of the forest. , in the depths of the forest, compared to those real forest kings, and even the existence of the giant dragon family is not ruled out, they can only be regarded as the middle and lower levels of the food chain.

The beast at the bottom of the river opened its mouth and was about to swallow a dozen dwarfs alive. I acted cleverly and used my mental power to move one of the dwarfs at the back and get away. The attack range of the beast's big mouth.

This little dwarf did not disappoint me. He paddled hard with his hands and feet and reached the shore at the fastest speed in his life. Then he ran for dozens of meters before lying down on the ground with a loud sound and gasping for air. .

The unknown beast either disliked the dwarf and couldn't even squeeze its teeth into it. It would be a waste of energy to pursue it. Or maybe it sensed something. While the dwarf was escaping, it didn't move. Instead of killing them all, the huge body slowly sank and returned to the bottom of the river to lie dormant.

Xiaoer and the others arrived to try it out. Although compared to their current elite level two strength, the strength of the river beasts is far from enough in their eyes, but at least they should be the bosses in this area and can move a little bit. You can move your muscles and bones, and you can still eat meat, so why not do it.

As a result, I was stopped by a ghost wolf knocking on the head lightly. This beast was left behind, which can very well inhibit the development of the dwarves. The elves in the Madeya settlement must also know its existence, and they are not far away. There is such a demon king-level creature more than ten kilometers away. It is impossible for them not to know about it. If they keep it instead of destroying it, I am afraid they have the same idea.

Now, our target should fall on the rescued dwarf.

Although I still haven't figured out why I rescued this little dwarf on a whim just now, but since I did it, I will continue to observe. Maybe my unintentional actions can lead to further observations. Come and be surprised.

This little dwarf fully proved the meaning of the saying "cowardly as a mouse". After regaining consciousness, he didn't even dare to look back. He even crawled into the bushes for fear of rolling over, and I quickly followed him.

After following the dwarf as he fled in a hurry, the ghost wolves and I finally came to a dwarf tribe.

A dozen simple wooden sheds made of branches and hay, as well as the stench emitted by a mixture of various kinds of meat, which was even better than the fallen demon camp, reminded me of the time when I pretended to be a dwarf messenger.

Judging from the proficiency of the simple wooden shack, the number of this dwarf tribe should be around one thousand, not more than two thousand.

It's very simple. A wooden shed represents a dwarf wizard. Only the dwarf wizard with a smarter mind will follow what they say and learn to make his own.

A dwarf wizard often leads hundreds of dwarves, and a tribe of thousands of dwarves will 100% have an elite commander.

Even if this tribe has undergone many transformations of cruel cannibalism unique to the dwarves, it would not be surprising if there would be two to five elites and dozens of leaders.

After a few glances, I analyzed the general strength of this dwarf tribe. This is the most basic skill of every adventurer. The so-called knowing oneself and the enemy is always victorious. An adventurer who cannot learn to judge the enemy's strength, even in The Rogge Camp area cannot survive either.

My eyes are still on the escaping dwarf, wanting to know what such a dwarf will be like after returning, and then derive the rules and living habits of the dwarf tribe.

All of a sudden, I seemed to have entered the role of a biologist again, and I forgot about my original task.

After escaping back to the tribe, this little dwarf did not immediately cry to the tribe leader. Instead, he hugged the tribe leader and cried, shouting to the leader that my brothers were all eaten by monsters at the bottom of the river, so you have to make the decision for me.

Instead, he cowered beside a bonfire or a pot, curling up like a gray mouse huddled in a ball in the snow. It looked like he was waiting for the judgment of fate.

Gradually, other teams of dwarves who went out to hunt also came back. Some of them made great gains. They screamed and cheered loudly, and carried their prey to the elite leaders, inviting it to enjoy it. They were extremely flattering.

The team of dwarves who had not caught prey were dejected, rubbing their withered bellies, and some simply ran outside to collect branches, leaves, and soil. It seemed that this was their dinner today.

No wonder there was no grass growing around the dwarf tribe, and even the land was sunken. When I saw it for the first time, I was shocked. I thought these dwarfs were so smart that they knew how to dig a moat.

As the observation continued, gradually, all the dwarfs noticed that the eyes of the lonely dwarf became greedy and hungry.

First, the campfire and the clay pot where the dwarf was located were soon occupied by another dwarf hunting team led by a dwarf wizard, forcing the dwarf into the corner of the camp.

Even so, these greedy dwarfs did not let go of the survivors, especially those dwarf teams that failed to capture food. Their eyes were even more greedy and hungry. They carried the leaves, branches and soil back, and when they saw the lone dwarfs After the dwarf fell from his arms with a snap, he stared straight at the dwarf cowering in a corner.

Look at prey with eyes.

It turns out that the dwarves who lose their team will be occupied by their companions and even become prey.

I nodded my head and recorded this bloody rule.

What happens next...?

I don’t know if it was because I saved him for a while, but this little dwarf’s mind became enlightened, or something else. In short, when my eyes fell on the other dwarf teams and observed their reactions, I turned around again and cowered in the corner. The dwarf inside actually disappeared.

With a sweep of his mental energy, he found the dwarf fleeing in panic several kilometers away.

Seeing this, I shook my head regretfully.

Although it was a wise choice to escape before these companions took action, such a lone dwarf would not survive long even if he escaped outside, especially now that it was almost nightfall. At night, the beasts in the forest surged. And out, such a lonely dwarf is no different from a moving cake.

Escape is just a matter of struggling for a few more hours. The only difference is whether you sacrifice your life to feed your companions or take advantage of other beasts.

Having already determined the fate of this dwarf, I gave up paying attention to it. It was a pity. I originally thought that by occasionally saving its life on a whim, I might be able to discover something, but it turned out that I just learned about the relationship between dwarfs. It's just a cruel survival rule. Perhaps, if you don't save it at the beginning, just let it be swallowed by the beast, it is the best choice for it. ! .