A few days later, one morning, when the first ray of sunlight fell on the earth, the vines that had become as thick as a child's wrist suddenly began to tremble, and the leaves quickly turned yellow and rustled, falling for a moment. The farmland in the village is already filled with fallen leaves.
As the leaves wither, the green vines begin to change color and become golden, as if they have condensed the sunlight they have absorbed for a long time. Just looking at those golden vines makes people feel a little warm in their hearts.
After the villagers cheered, they began to harvest. They cut the vines about a hand high from the ground, and then cut them into sections, each section being about half the length of an arm. Golden-white powder falls on the cross-section of the vines, and many villagers will take a few bites when harvesting. It seems that this is their staple food.
However, Sui Xiong noticed that there were no children picking up the vines from the partitions to eat. This made him silently give a bad review to the taste of those vines - children are the most innocent, and they will happily pick and eat even wild fruits that are 80% sour and 2% sweet. Since they had no interest in the vines, they must have tasted very boring as well.
Harvesting the vines was obviously a strenuous job, and the lumberjacks were sweating profusely from exhaustion. The children and women were busy collecting the withered yellow leaves, grinding them with stone mills, turning them into gray-yellow pulp, and transporting them to the stone house in buckets, not knowing what to do with them.
There were many vines around the village, and the harvesting work lasted three days. When all the vines are left in the last circle close to the village, the villagers stop harvesting and start preparing for other things.
They gathered the old people and children who lacked fighting ability, put them in clothes soaked in gray-yellow pulp, and let them gather in several relatively strong wooden houses. In front of them were statues similar to those on the roofs of stone houses. There are several buckets of slurry lying around, and I don’t know what they are for.
And the young and middle-aged people, regardless of gender, were busy eating and drinking. What they ate this time was not the usual batter, which was probably cooked with powder crushed from vines, but air-dried chicken taken out from the stone house. It seems that the chicken is not delicious, and everyone is looking sad after eating it. However, everyone is trying to eat more, maybe to maintain their physical strength.
"It seems that the battle is just around the corner." Sui Xiong nodded secretly. He had already considered that he would appear as a powerful but not exaggerated friendly giant beast. For this reason, he might need to deliberately suppress it. A little strength, but compared to being too powerful and causing the villagers to panic, it is still very cost-effective.
Suppressing strength is very simple. You just need to slightly modify the subtle structure of the muscles to reduce the efficiency of force generation. He wasn't worried about encountering danger. After being in this dark forest for so long, he had never encountered anything that could be called dangerous. What's more, his most powerful tool is not his powerful body, but his ice magic. With ice magic as his trump card, it doesn't matter if his body is weaker.
After everything was prepared, it was getting dark.
The villagers closed the gate of the wooden fence tightly, and some particularly strong villagers were waiting near the gate with weapons in hand. Some able-bodied villagers climbed up to the house to look out. Inside the village, around the fence, bonfires were lit every few steps, and almost every bonfire was guarded by a villager.
The blazing fire illuminates the surroundings brightly, bringing plenty of warmth and more importantly, a sense of security.
The night in the Black Forest is cold and dangerous, and for the night watchers, fire is indispensable.
When the moon rose slowly, Sui Xiong, lurking deep in the woods, felt a strange aura.
Under the open space near the village, chaotic and turbid magic is condensing. Although every night, magic power condenses in the black forest to form black mist, but this is the first time he has seen such powerful magic power.
In this dark forest, condensing magic power will turn the bones in the ground into mobile skeletons. So, what will happen with such powerful magic
The answer was soon revealed. He clearly felt that countless skeletons were slowly taking shape underground and would break out of the ground soon.
"Strange... why are there so many skeletons in the ground around the village? Where did these skeletons come from? I didn't find it before... "
Sui Xiong muttered to himself in confusion. He was not worried that those skeletons would pose a threat to him, but he just couldn't figure it out.
Could it be that the bones of death can actually 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 something completely contrary to physics. Mud is not water, and skeletons are not fish. Why can they penetrate the mud directly, just like swimming
Sui Xiong was thinking and watching the development of the situation.
When the skeletons were close to the ground, the roots of the vines left in the farmland gave off a faint golden light, forming a protective shield to stop them.
This protective shield could not last long, and the thick magic power quickly gathered from all directions, canceling each other out. In no more than an hour, the golden protective shield was completely eroded by magic power, and the roots of the vines withered and turned into black sawdust.
"No wonder there is a circle of vines left near the village. It seems to be for defense." Sui Xiong nodded secretly, "These villagers are worthy of being a people who can live in the black forest. They have been prepared for it."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel worried.
If the villagers crushed the enemy easily, wouldn't he be unable to get out of the game
If we don't wait for the right opportunity, it will become more troublesome to contact the villagers...
But Sui Xiong soon discovered that his worries were unnecessary. The magic power gathered around the village was getting stronger and stronger, and more and more skeletons were rising from the ground, gradually numbering in the tens of thousands. Seeing this terrifying number, you know that no matter how complete the defense of this village is, it will definitely face a hard battle.
His chance to play will come soon.
Thousands, this is a wonderful word.
When it appears in books, even children will not have any special feelings; however, when it becomes reality and appears in front of them, even powerful warriors will be shocked by it.
If "enemies" are added to this number, it will be a desperate situation.
Thick magic power continued to condense, eroding the protective shield formed by the circle of vines near the village. Although the protective shield formed by the complete vines is far stronger than what the roots can do, facing the endless magic power backed by the entire black forest, it was still quickly defeated and turned into black. sawdust.
Even shorter than the time those roots can delay.
Perhaps this is the reason why the villagers only left a circle of vines. The magic power will be condensed faster and faster. Even if more vines are left, it will not last long. Even if all the vines in the farmland are not harvested, it is nothing more than a waste of more food.
For them who are not well-off, this kind of waste is obviously not allowed.
Although the result of losing the battle is mostly death, the lack of food in this strange black forest is obviously the result of death. If it is all death, it seems more pleasant to die in battle instead of hunger.
If they could only choose one of the two, most people would probably choose to eat and drink like a good man and then die happily in battle, instead of being trapped in hunger and cold and slowly exhausting their vitality and finally dying in despair.
As the ancients said, people are not afraid of death, but why should they be afraid of death? When ordinary people can only choose between starving to death or fighting to death, the deterrent effect of the state's violent machine will be ineffective against them, and what will happen next will be earth-shaking.
This kind of thing should be similar no matter which world it is.
Sui Xiong was distracted for a while because of his random thoughts. When he came to his senses, he found that the battle had begun.
Countless skeletons were pouring into the village like a black tide, surrounding the entire village. They continually attack the wooden fence that protects the village, seemingly trying to destroy it. Although the force of each blow is nothing compared to a solid wooden fence, if it continues to accumulate like this, it is actually only a matter of time before the entire fence collapses.
The villagers continued to attack the skeletons with lit firewood. The attack power of the firewood itself was negligible. What really caused damage to the skeletons was the flames. Whenever the flames touch the skeletons, they recede slightly as if they were burned. If it cannot be avoided, the body will tremble slightly and the parts burned by the flames will fade slightly.
It's like being hit by sunlight, although the effect is much worse.
If you look closely, you will find that a thick layer of skeletons has been piled up on the ground around the fence. The color of the skeletons is light gray, which means that the power that drove them to stand up as skeletons has dissipated, at least in a short period of time. It becomes those things that make people fear again.
Judging from the number of these skeletons, the villagers' struggle was very effective. But when Sui Xiong looked at the entire battlefield, he couldn't help but feel pessimistic about the situation of the villagers.
The number of skeletons does not seem to have decreased.
He used his mental induction to observe the underground and found that skeletons were still being generated and emerging from the ground. With the support of endless strong magic power, the only restriction on their number seems to be the size of the open space that can accommodate them.
What the villagers have to fight is not "thousands of enemies", but "thousands of enemies that can be infinitely replenished."
To put it more clearly, the objects they fight are endless enemies. There is no possibility of victory in this battle.