Reincarnation Paradise

At the junction of the Central Plains and the South, this is a large plain. Due to financial and resource constraints, there are no border fortresses here, only dark plains that seem to have been burned by fire.

On a dead tree, the breeze blew, and several witch corpses hanging on the tree swayed slowly. There were also three male corpses nailed to the trunk. They were witch hunters.

This dead tree is the border monument. After passing here, you will enter the territory of the witches. The Central Plains and the west are the territory of the Holy Healing Church. The northern territory where people can freeze to death is under the jurisdiction of the King of the North. The eastern part is the territory of tribes and indigenous people. To the south is the country of witches.

The entire Dark Crow Continent is divided into three large parts, the central plains and the west are one piece, the north is one piece, and the east and south are one piece.

The barbarians in the east have no rulers at all. Conflicts break out between tribes all the time. Small tribes are wandering around. The north is too cold and the barbarians in the east will not go there. The south bordering the east is unlucky.

As the territory of witches in the south, one can imagine the chaos in the internal order. The MILF family does have a high status in the south, but with the unruly nature of the witches, it is impossible for the MILF family to bring all the witches under its command. This is almost impossible. Representing the level of chaos in the South.

The east and south are bordering areas. The environments of the two borders are very similar, which leads to the possibility of primitive tribes from the east pouring into the south. Of course, the witches will not reject anyone who comes. They will not easily enter the east, but they can take the initiative to send them to your door. They will not refuse experimental materials.

If the witch country in the south and the Holy Healing Church are constraining each other, and no one will take the initiative to send an army, then the witches are at war with the primitive natives in the east all year round.

There must be more witches than witch hunters who die at the hands of primitive tribes. This is caused by the regional environment. As for uniting the eastern tribes to deal with witches, it is simply impossible.

Especially after Moi Nora dispersed the witches, the number of primitive tribes from the east increased rapidly. They didn't care if this was a country of witches. As long as it was suitable for them to live, they would immediately occupy a piece of land and start developing.

It seems that the witch country in the south is being invaded, but this is not the case. Moi Nora wants the witches to invade the east and develop the undeveloped resources in the east. This is why the development of the south has accelerated in the near future.

On the carriage, Su Xiao looked at the several natives in front of him with doubtful eyes. The group had just entered the south and did not meet the witch. Instead, they were intercepted by several shirtless savages with various graffiti on their bodies. Look at the appearance of the natives. The intention was clearly to block the road and rob them. Of course, it was also possible to treat Su Xiao and others as lunch.

"Carmen, who are these natives?"

Su Xiao didn't get out of the car, but just opened the door.

"I don't know. It seems that things have changed a lot in the south. How many of them should we arrest and interrogate?"

"It's a bit of a waste of time."

"That's right. Judging from their expressions, they seem to be planning to use us as lunch. Then kill them. Blood Bear, don't sleep. Some tribesmen say you look like a stupid donkey."

"Fart! You don't understand the language of those savages."

The sleepy Blood Bear stood up in front of the carriage, and Carmen smiled unscrupulously.

The blood bear jumped off the carriage, bent down and grabbed a few stones from the ground. The tribesmen holding spears roared loudly, and two of them even rushed over.

Bang, bang!

Two stones flew out, and the brains of the two rushing tribesmen collapsed and they fell to the ground. Seeing this scene, the other tribesmen turned around and ran away.

"Are these savages... so spineless now? If it were more than ten years ago, they would have rushed up screaming."

The one-eyed dragon blood bear grinned. It was hard to imagine that he was a respected holy councilor.

"Kill them thoroughly to avoid causing other troubles."

Carmen was obviously not a good person when he was young. His purpose was to either not kill and pretend to be a good person, or to kill everyone and leave no one behind.

The muscles on the blood bear's arms swelled, and after a few harsh blasts of wind, the few savages who had run away fell to the ground.

Melody, who had witnessed the whole scene, shrank her head. She had heard how ruthless the previous generation of witch hunters was.

After dealing with several tribal savages blocking the road, the two carriages continued to move forward, gradually going deep into the southern territory.

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At ten o'clock that night, the night was dark, and two carriages were parked next to a bonfire.

"Gaunt, have you found out the situation at this witch gathering place?"

Carmen sat in front of the fire. Under the light of the fire, his hunchback became more obvious, and Gaunt was stunned.

"After checking, there are about twenty witches. This place is similar to a market. The witches will exchange items here. The main commodity this time is a few savages. After all, humans are a scarce resource in the south."

The witch's grave has entered the state, and the witch-hunting instinct has overcome the dementia.

"Can we do it tonight?"

Carmen's old face smiled brightly, because his old friend Witch Tomb had returned to its former glory.

"Nine percent guarantee of success."

"If you say 90%, then it basically means it can be done."

The drunkard took a few gulps of wine and stood up.

"Leaving now?"

The blood bear's eyes seemed to be shining. He hadn't killed a witch for more than ten years.

"certainly."

Carmen and the other four people did not call Su Xiao. The reason was very simple. There were only about twenty witches, and the strongest one was a fourth-stage witch. If they couldn't deal with this, there was no point in hunting down the bad luck.

Several old men walked to the carriage to get their weapons. Carmen did not move, and his weapon was the cane.

The Eye of the Apostle was floating in the air, and Su Xiao was ready to see how these old witch hunters hunted witches.

Twenty minutes later, in a sheltered valley in a mountain valley, there were dozens of wooden houses, some of which had collapsed, and it was obvious that they were not often inhabited.

This is a small market for witches. At the end of every month, witches will exchange items here.

An ugly synthetic beast was lying in the valley, surrounded by darkness. Its nose was twitching, as if it was smelling something.

Whoosh~

A crossbow arrow was shot out of the darkness. Before the synthetic beast could roar, its central nervous system was cut off. The poison on the arrow caused it to quickly go into shock.

A black shadow flashed across the night. He stopped in front of the synthetic beast, grabbed the synthetic beast's paw pads and stroked it carefully.

"The sharp teeth, hooked claws, and rock ash on the hair are the fourth-stage elemental system."

"Force them to come out."

After hearing these words, the drunkard took off the package on his back and took out two clay pots from the package. After opening the clay pots, a stream of white smoke floated out. He was standing upwind.

In a wooden house, a witch with scars on her face suddenly sat up. At this moment, a cold light flashed past her neck.

Carmen limped toward the outside of the wooden house. The fourth-stage witch covered her throat with her hands, and the green color spread along the wound toward her head at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a click, the whip in Carmen's hand tightened and turned into a cane again.

The fourth-stage witch is not weak, but it's a pity that she doesn't even have a chance to use her incarnation.

Five minutes later, there was a crisp click, and the blood bear broke a witch's neck. The wooden door behind him was pushed open, and the witch's grave carried the famous witch out of the wooden house.

Raging flames spread in this market, and several old witch hunters walked out of the valley. Some of them were lame, some were drunkards, some were one-eyed, and even had Alzheimer's disease. But they were experts in witch hunting and had the most experience in the world. An experienced witch hunter.

Behind a wooden house, a frightened witch clung to the wall. Her body was somewhat translucent, and it was almost night time, so she was almost invisible to the naked eye. This witch was woken up by being urinated in the middle of the night. Survived.

More than ten meters away, Witch Tomb, who was about to walk out of the valley, sniffed and stopped. The old man was obviously a bit blind.

"Smells like a witch."

"Nonsense, of course it smells like a witch in here."

The blood bear wiped the blood on his hands and strode out of the valley.

"No, I mean still alive."

Witch Tomb turned her head sideways, and her wrinkled old face was horribly illuminated by the firelight.