Chapter 19: Crows

After two days of searching, Jon found a large flock of crows near Wolf's Eye Lake. They were scattered on hundreds of trees, with an average of about thirty or forty crows on each tree.

When the crows returned to their roosts at night, their unique hoarse voices gathered into a torrent of noise, forming a sound wave that forced Jon to plug his ears before getting close.

Jon built a bonfire at the edge of the crows, a ritual necessary for him to activate Meng Huo's skills.

The crows that were closer to him noticed that there seemed to be a fire near them, so they stopped calling and looked at Jon one by one.

It is said that the IQ of an adult crow can reach the level of an eight-year-old human child. Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, when hundreds of crows looked in his direction, Jon still felt an inexplicable tension.

He swallowed, and according to the information conveyed to him by the system, he took off his shirt, revealing the special runes drawn on it with charcoal in advance, and began to perform an ancient dance around the campfire.

Sometimes he spread out his five fingers and waved them above his head, and sometimes he curled up into a ball and rolled on the ground. It was more like some kind of "symptom" than a dance.

In Jon's opinion, it was a good thing that he was not thin-skinned, otherwise he would not have been able to do such a shameful thing.

After dancing for about ten minutes, he gradually felt a connection between himself and some of the Wu Ya. First one, then two, these crows stared at Jon, and then their bodies began to sway with his movement.

Then there were three or five crows, and this 'symptom' seemed to be contagious, gradually more crows joined in, and finally when hundreds of crows were swaying and opening and closing their wings, the scene looked a little weird.

Unexpectedly, in the end, nearly five hundred crows formed contact with Jon.

Finally, Jon stopped his "dance". He planned to break out from the Hindclaw River in the south. Although the defense there was tight, under Theon's oppression, the soldiers had very little rest time. All Jon had to do was to use these crows to further disrupt their sleep.

He estimated that it would only take three days for this group of people to become mentally confused due to the lack of a full sleep for a long time, and then he would have a chance to escape.

On Theon's side, under his arrangement, at least two-thirds of the soldiers were patrolling at the same time. In other words, in order to prevent Jon from escaping, he actually arranged the soldiers to work in three shifts.

In fact, if he had come here without any tools, he would even want to make some traps to ensure that his "defense line" was airtight.

The reason why he squeezed the soldiers' energy was that he felt that Jon would not be able to survive for a few days in the forest without food or water. After a few days, he would be in a very weak state. If he were to capture him at that time, he would surely succeed in one fell swoop. Moreover, for some people with weak willpower, they might come out and surrender on their own.

As for these guards, they had food and water during these three days, so it didn't matter if they were a little tired. And because he really wanted to catch Jon, he rested less than others. Although the soldiers had complaints, they couldn't say much.

At night, Theon decided to go back to his tent to rest for a while. He calculated in his mind that it was already the seventh day. During these seven days, he could be said to have been wearing armor all the time, and his brown-black hair was a little tangled.

He touched his bearded chin and remembered that Robb had come to see him the day before yesterday. Seeing that he looked a little haggard, he was very concerned, which made Theon feel good.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a rough and hoarse crow's cry above his head.

Kwak—Kwak—

Kwak—Kwak—

Kwak Kwak Kwak — Kwak Kwak Kwak—

At first there were one or two screams that were a bit noisy, but only annoying. Theon covered his head with a blanket and tried to get some sleep, but soon the screams became one and circling above his head.

The unique rough cry of the crow was like pebbles falling from the sky and hitting him directly on the head, which was unbearable.

Theon ran out of the tent and saw hundreds of crows circling densely at a height of ten meters above his head. This strange sight was indeed frightening at first sight.

At this time, many soldiers also came out of their tents and picked up some stones from the ground to drive away the crows.

Unfortunately, this method had little effect. First of all, crows were moving flying targets and were not easy to hit. Also, their accuracy in throwing stones was very average.

But for a moment, everyone had no good solution and could only throw stones continuously. As for archery, it was not allowed as it was a huge waste of money.

After they had been busy for nearly twenty minutes, the group of crows dispersed on their own and flew back into the woods.

"Eh? Flying away?"

"Did they really fly away?"

The crows' cries were like the sound of a devil filling their ears. Their ears had never experienced such inhuman torture in their lives.

After the crows had flown away for a long time, the buzzing in the brain did not dissipate for a long time. Instead, the sudden silence made some people feel nauseous.

But the crows had gone anyway, so Theon said to the others, "Take this time to rest!"

Then he returned to his tent.

At this time, Jon, who was not far away, looked at the crows returning with the protagonist, and couldn't help but marvel at the magic of this system. Just imagine, if in a real war, you control hundreds or thousands of crows to constantly harass the enemy, they may be able to hold on for one or two days, but after three to five days their morale will collapse.

Not only that, when the enemy finds that they are the only ones being harassed, they will realize that there must be a magician on the opposite side helping them. The soldiers are ordinary people and have a natural fear of things like magic.

At the same time, he could also let the crows arrange different words to warn the enemy's soldiers. This could hardly be called a blow to the enemy's morale; it was simply destruction!

Jon looked at the crows in front of him with satisfaction. The reason why he didn't let the crows harass him all the time was because the usage time of this skill can be paused.

So Jon thought that if he harassed them once an hour for twenty minutes each time, he could maximize the impact on their mental health. They would soon discover that the crows' harassment was regular, and this would cause panic among the soldiers.

So seeing the soldiers returning to their tents one after another, Jon waited quietly. He planned to let the crows harass them again after half an hour, and repeat this process over and over again. Maybe by then when they were extremely sleepy, he could pass directly through their camp without anyone noticing.