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"Damn it!"

The fat man cursed and put away the **** silver knife in his hand, pulled off the silk glove in his hand, and threw it on the **** prisoner in front of him: "Can't you be a few more minutes later?"

Before he finished his words, a piece of torn talisman paper floated from his side and landed on the ogre corpse.

The blue smoke suddenly rose, and a layer of extremely thin, extremely light, but extremely intense blue flame spread rapidly around the talisman paper, covering the entire ogre in a short time, and in the blink of an eye, its corpse and that The silkworm leather gloves were burned into ashes.

The fat man turned his head and saw Zheng Qingzheng holding another piece of talisman and looking around.

"Are there any other corpses that haven't been burned?"

The leader of the Yougui Hunting Squad was a little anxious: "The noses of ogres are very sensitive. We must clean it up a bit before they get closer!"

"Relax, take it easy."

Instead, the more violent fat man began to comfort Zheng Qing: "Ogres can smell blood more than a dozen miles away, not to mention that there is also a two-headed ogre... five minutes away, thinking It is almost impossible to completely isolate. We can only count on the squad leader's magic circle."

Jiang Yu's calm voice immediately sounded in the ears of the two of them: "There is no problem with the smell isolation, but the phantom array has not been fully erected... Do you still have corpses that have not been burned? Using corpses as the base of the formation can make the phantom array The ogre influence is more realistic."

"No, it's all burned out."

The main hunter of the Yougui Hunting Squad had a thick voice, and apologetically interjected: "I just checked it again, and it was cleaned up very clean...Is the head of the ogre okay? They have a bunch of splatter in their main tent. After making the head, it looks like a handicraft."

When Zheng Qing came outside the main tent, he happened to see Li Meng holding a one-eyed crow, looking around, pacing outside the tent vividly.

The one-eyed crow had a ruby-like eye on its forehead, and its body was plump, like an old hen. There was a copper ring on one leg, a thin chain was tied to the copper ring, and the other end of the chain was pulled into the hands of the little witch.

Before Zheng Qing had time to speak, Li Meng couldn't wait to show off: "My crow is more beautiful than your little snake! This is what my sister found in a grass cuttle on the side of the camp when she was combing the ground!"

The one-eyed crow tilted its head and stared at the young public student without saying a word.

Zheng Qing always felt that his gaze was a little awkward.

"Is your crow called Xiaohei?" The wizard stopped and smiled.

Classmate Li Meng's eyes lit up, and he slammed a punch in the palm of his hand: "I said I just forgot something... Yes, you will be called Xiaohei from now on!"

The one-eyed crow tilted its head, slightly spread its wings, shook its body, and remained silent.

"What about your Xiaobai?" Zheng Qing joked. Xiaobai is a pigeon raised by Li Meng and has a very poor relationship with Poseidon. Usually two little things meet, and they fight.

The little witch obviously hadn’t thought about such a distant problem, and she immediately made trouble, but soon, she shook the chain in her hand, and waved her little hand: "Hey, what's the matter... I can still afford two birds." ."

Zheng Qing didn't doubt this at all.

He was vague, complimented, and watched the little witch continue to walk the bird with his spirit, and finally shook his head, opened the curtain of the main tent, and got in.

Unlike the tents of wizards, the ogre’s tent does not bless space magic, so even if this is the largest tent in the camp, it still looks a bit cramped and very dark. There was a faint fishy and burnt odor flowing in the small space, which was left by the ogre who was previously screwed off his neck and then burned to fly ash.

The pitch-black fire pit was filled with gray-white embers, sometimes mixed with a few burned pitch-black bones; the bed was made of soft rushes and animal skins, but now only some dirty rushes were left there. Pi has been taken away by Xin.

The entire tent is very simple, without exquisite decorations, and no dazzling gems. The only thing that can demonstrate the identity of the tent owner is the totem pole standing in the center of the tent. The top is carved with primitive patterns, one layer on top of the other, unexpectedly superimposed. A strange and complex beauty.

Through the light shed by the few ‘baby stars’ wandering on the top of the tent, Zheng Qing saw the heads of the ogres mentioned by Zhang Jixin.

The heads of those ogres were only the size of a fist. They were pitch-black and shriveled, like dried green walnuts, woven together with the dirty hair behind their heads, like a string of pitch-black garlic.

"They were originally hung in the gap behind the totem pole, so they weren't found when cleaning at the beginning." The red-faced musculus held the string of ‘garlic’ and explained to the captain.

The tent curtain was lifted again, and a fresh fragrance poured in with the breeze. Zheng Qing suddenly felt his nose feel much better.

"This is the'Glory Skull' of the Ogre?"

Jiang Yu, who had just walked into the tent, saw the head that Zhang Jixin was holding at a glance, and said in surprise: "Isn't it said that only large tribes with more than hundreds of ogres have this kind of thing?"

Being able to be called the ‘Glorious Skull’ is naturally not a title that the head of an ordinary ogre is qualified to covet. In the ogre tribe, only those ogres who are the most powerful and have the opportunity to challenge the position of the king of the tribe, but fail to challenge the position, will have the chance to be picked off by the ogre shaman and made into glorious skulls.

The larger the tribe with a long history and orderly inheritance ~www.wuxiaspot.com~the more glorious skulls there are. They are not only a symbol of ethnic glory, but also a powerful magic weapon that can help tribal shamans cast powerful black magic curses.

Hearing Jiang Yu's judgment, the two wizards' expressions immediately became serious.

Zheng Qing stretched out **** and pinched the lower jaw of an ogre's head-he was not worried that the shriveled head with all these mouths sewn up would suddenly bite people, but out of some kind of'cleanness' and'cautious' Thoughts-get under a little star and look carefully for a moment.

"Why?" He suddenly said, and asked nonchalantly.

Both companions understood what he meant-why are there so many glorious skulls in such a small tribe? Why didn't the ogres in the camp use this string of skulls when the Evil Hunters raided? Where is the ogre shaman who manages the skull? If the two-headed ogre is the shaman of this tribe, why doesn't it carry this glorious skull with it?

There are so many, why are they coiled in the head of the leader of the Yougui Hunting Squad, so that he suddenly regrets a little bit. The previous actions were too agile, and he failed to leave a tongue or two.

"Don't think about so much for now, deal with the group of ogres that came back and talk about other things." Zhang Jixin decisively prevented Zheng Qing from thinking too much about this matter, turning his head to look at Jiang Yu: "Can these heads work?"

He was referring to using these ‘heads’ to strengthen the magic circle set up by the witch.

"it should be OK."

Wearing silk gloves, Jiang Yu took a glorious skull with no certainty, and looked carefully: "These heads are all made by magic, full of magical powers unique to ogres... theoretically they should be better than ordinary ogres. The corpse works better."

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