The two walked along the path into the forest.

There are countless forks in the path.

Along the way, William asked Tom to decide where to go.

Tom also took over this important task without fear.

Before we knew it, the shade of the tree became denser and the light that came in became thinner.

The two of them came to a big tree.

Under the tree were three small crows covered in bruises, flapping their wings.

On the big tree, there is a bird's nest, and two old crows are croaking there.

William's pupils shrank suddenly, and it was true that the three key little crows came!

The protagonist's halo is indeed different. There are so many places where crows exist in the forest, but Tom still brought him here.

Is this the guide to fate?

William didn't know.

He looked closely and observed the three little crows carefully.

Unlike the two old crows above, the feathers of these three little crows are a sky blue color. As their wings waving, there is insignificant wind power.

"It's a monster again..." William whispered to himself, his eyes complicated.

Not counting the Kingdom of Florence, just like traveling in the Tataria League for a year, William has hardly seen the Warcraft.

As a result, when he arrived at the Bucharest Kingdom, the monsters appeared one after another in his eyes.

This left William speechless.

He looked up at the tree, and two old crows stood on the edge of the bird's nest, croaking and bird's eyes looking at the ground.

In them, William did not see any wind formation.

The Magic Mirror also confirmed this. The two old crows had no magical fluctuations and did not belong to the monster.

In other words, these three little crows are likely to be the phenomenon of atlas rebirth, awakening the bloodline of their ancestors and becoming monster crows that can slightly control the wind power.

"Since the wind is formed when waving its wings, then let's call you a wind crow." William said silently in his heart.

At this time, Tom walked to William with a heartache and stared at him in a daze.

"What's wrong, Tom?" William asked.

"Sir Zorro, these little crows are very pitiful!" Tom looked at the little crows underground with sympathy.

"Oh! Tell me!"

"These little crows are not full, and they are pushed down by their parents, that is, the two old crows above." Tom looked up at the two old crows on the tree.

In fact, William asked knowingly.

William can also understand the conversation between the old crow and the little crow.

When he first came here, William heard the old crow scolding the little crows angrily, "You lazy and useless things! Let me go out!"

"We can never support you anymore. You have grown up so old, so you should support yourself."

But a few little crows shouted in grievance, "We are so pitiful! No one can help us. We want to support ourselves, but we can't even fly! What other ways do we have to lie here and starve to death?"

From the dialogue between them, the imaginative William automatically outlines the growth process of crow raising young crows in his mind:

Three little crows broke out, bringing great joy to the two crows, although these three little crows were greener.

Children need enough food to grow up.

So the two old crows got up early and went to bed late every day, looking for food everywhere, finding bugs or carrion, and feeding their three treasure crows!

Time passes little by little.

Normal little crows should grow up and be able to hunt independently, but these three little crows are not like this.

While awakening the bloodline of the distant ancestors, the three little crows turned into monsters, the maturity time of the three little crows was also extended, and the demand for food was increasing.

Three little crows were hungry, but the two old crows were increasingly unable to support them.

Finally one day, on the day when food was seriously insufficient, two old crows broke out. They thought that the three young crows were lazy and were unwilling to learn how to fly and hunt.

They were cruel and pushed the three little crows out of their nests, hoping that fear would allow them to spread their wings and soar in the sky.

However, they miscalculated.

The three little crows spread their wings, but their tender wings could not be mobilized and flew hard.

The three little crows fell to the ground, and fortunately the wind generated when the wings swayed, they barely survived, rather than becoming three crows who "jumped into trees" to die.

And at this time, William and Tom came over.

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"I can't eat enough? Then Tom, are you going to feed them?" William asked.

"Yes, Lord Zorro," Tom admitted.

"How are you going to feed them? Catch bugs, or..." William asked as he pretended not to know Tom's plan.

"None are!" Tom denied.

"Then are you going to do this?" William asked again.

"Sir Zorro, I plan to kill the horse and feed these poor little crows!" Tom hesitated for a while, then said firmly.

"Tom, are you joking?" William pretended.

"No, Lord Zorro, I'm serious." Tom looked at William with a serious expression, and then turned his eyes to the two horses behind him.

"We will soon arrive at the border and are about to enter the Duchy of Loria! The horses are no longer that effective! Moreover, these two horses are a hidden danger. If the king knows, then we will be in danger." Tom analyzed to William.

In fact, the only one who is dangerous is Tom.

Tom dared not let the king know that he had stolen his white snake flesh, but William never showed his ability to listen to animal languages.

In addition, the unknown secret in the king's heart was destined to not really exert a harsh move on William!

Anyway, Tom made up his mind to kill these animal spies just in case.

The little crow's affairs were just right for him.

Even if there is no Little Crow's business, he will do it!

He would have done it long ago!

It’s just that William’s colleagues are not allowed to make a decision immediately.

Tom must seek William's opinion in terms of emotion and reason.

William knew in his heart that Tom was right, but he could not show that he agreed with Tom immediately.

He pondered for a while, and showed a hesitant look. It took him a while before he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Well, Tom, just do what you said! I hope you don't let me down!"

"Sir Zorro, this is the right decision you made. Any potential problems must be completely eliminated!" Tom said to William with confidence. He pulled out an iron sword from his waist and walked to his horse.

With a "swoosh", the sword shadow flashed.

The iron sword pierced the horse's neck quickly, accurately and fiercely.

The brown horse that Tom was riding a loud neighed in grief and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Tom drew out his iron sword, and horse blood surged out!

He turned around and saw a black shadow falling from the sky.

It turned out that Tom's killing action alarmed the dark horse next to him, that is, the one William was riding.

The dark horse jumped high on the front hooves and was about to kick Tom.

Tom had no time to react.

Just then, William moved.

A afterimage appeared on the spot, and the person appeared next to the dark horse.

He didn't have any fancy moves, just punched it out with a simple punch, and then hit the dark horse's head first.

"Dong!"

With a muffled sound, the dark horse was beaten to fly away and landed heavily on the ground. He could not even make a sound of whistling, and he died directly.

William withdrew his arm lightly.

Tom, who was unscathed, swallowed hard, "Lord Zorro..."

He finally understood why King Cross won Zorro so much?

This is simply not like the power that humans should have!
Chapter completed!