MTL - Cthulhu Gonfalon-Chapter 7

Yuxiong's patience is good, or, after crossing this strange world, the wandering in the sea and the cultivation in the ice trench, he has honed his patience.

So he lived in the strange open space for five days and observed for five days.

In the past five days, he has barely moved, just watching it carefully.

Through observation, he summed up the law of magical changes in this forest - in fact, it is very simple, the weakest at noon, the strongest at midnight, and the cycle is not limited.

In addition, he finally understood why the plants in the woods are luxuriant and the animal insects are not enough. Every night, the magic will kill many animals and insects, and their wreckage will slowly Infiltrating into the earth, perhaps those black cockroaches are actually the condensation of these wrecks.

The deep magic of the night has no effect on the male. His body has already condensed the magical ice magic that almost reached the limit. The concentration of magic is so high that even the body is constantly diverging. These magical powers are produced daily by him, because they can no longer cohesively preserve and have to be released outside the body.

Only the concentration of these magical powers is comparable to the magical fog that fills the woods at night, and only the black fog that is obviously thicker over the black open space is more intense than the magic that he radiates.

He also discovered that the black cockroaches seem to be full of resentment against all creatures outside the plant. Once insects or animals are close at night, they will rush wildly, punching and kicking, and even grabbing them. It’s not dead. But they turned a blind eye to the singularity of the singularity, as if he did not exist at all.

Maybe... This is because the flesh he used is actually "dead"...

After several days of observation, Yan Xiong felt that he had collected a lot of information and finally chose to dig up the black open space at a strong noon.

The situation did not exceed his expectations. I did not dig deep, and I saw many dark black cheekbones.

Not a complete skeleton, but a variety of bits and pieces.

"It seems that those cockroaches are piled up in the evening." Yan Xiong watched the faint bones gradually faded in the sunlight, slowly turning from dark black to light gray, and nodded secretly.

He did not move the skeletons, and did not bury the holes dug out until the next night.

As he estimated, that night, although the magic in the woods still condensed on the hollow of the forest, the faded cheekbones did not turn into shackles, but they were shaking and shaking all night.

The next day, it was another sunny day. Under the sunlight, the cheekbones were further faded. At night, the sound of their vibrations was weak.

So Kazuo almost completely understood, no longer observe, and left.

He walked alone in the black forest, staying overnight, and seeing the black open spaces that will be bred from time to time.

He also tried to attack those black cockroaches and found them to be weak. The tentacle swept away the smashing of the whole piece of open space, even the magic was not used.

"This is a good thing." After another group of black cockroaches, Xiong Xiong smiled and said to himself, "It seems that this world is not very dangerous."

After five or six days, he finally saw the long-awaited people.

It was a small village built on a huge open space.

This open space is obviously artificially cut down, with many stumps around it. The traces of felling on many stumps are still very new, and some villagers are working hard to cut down the Black Forest and open up space for survival.

The village is not big, a wooden cabin forms a circle, surrounded by a large height in the center, surrounded by a stone house with a circle of wells, a strange statue on the roof of the stone house, a crossed dagger and a The vertical eyes make up the shape of the cross.

The strange statue made him feel a little uncomfortable, not a danger, but a simple resentment. It’s like the Indians saw the fried steak, the Saudis saw the pork risotto, the gourmets saw the dark dishes, and the small move saw the live shrimps raw... really hateful, dislike!

In addition to the statues that he hates, the village seems to be quite normal. The village is surrounded by wooden fences, which are large and tall, just like walls. The house was built a little simple, and then the materials were very good. At first glance, I knew that it was very strong. It’s just that the villagers who come and go are somewhat worn out, and obviously life is not rich.

There is only one exit in the village, guarded by a tall, strong bald man. Although the man did not wear armor, he looked at a big axe that looked heavy and seemed to be in good strength. He patrolled the surroundings with vigilance and did not leave the post in one step, and he saw that he was a very responsible person.

A piece of farmland surrounds the village. The farmland is planted with a vine that is unrecognizable. The vine has no flowers and no fruit. There are only a few gray-green leaves. When you look closely, you will find some golden veins on the leaves. Reflecting the sun, it radiates a slight golden light.

There are also farmer farmers working in the farmland. The farmer is mainly women and children. Their work is very strange. They don’t loosen the soil or remove the grass and catch the insects. Instead, they carry or carry large and small wooden barrels, from time to time. Sprinkle the water in the bucket a little with a small spoon and carefully sprinkle it on the leaves of the vine.

The spoon is so pitiful, it’s about a dozen spoons, enough for an ordinary person to take a sip. It can be seen that they are very cherished for the water inside the barrel, and it is often necessary to carefully observe it for a while before watering the vine.

The origin of these waters is quite extraordinary and needs to be obtained through special rituals.

The ritual is exactly like this: About every ten days or so, in an evening, there will be several young girls in black robes gathered in front of the main entrance of the stone house, surrounded by a big pot of mantra. There is a wooden frame on the pot, a live chicken is hung up on the wooden frame, and the mantra has been chanted until the moon rises. They cut the neck of the unlucky chicken, let the chicken blood flow into the pot, and the original Mix in a pot of water. Next, continue to recite the curse, read the moon in the sky, and then move the pot into the stone house.

Yuxiong once tried to see what they were going to do next time, but his soul sensor could not invade the stone house, as if it was blocked by the tough animal skin, he had to give up.

He only knows that the next day, the villagers will play a bucket of well water when the moon rises, put it in the moonlight for one night, and send it to the stone house before sunrise. I don't know what kind of processing, after the third day, I can go to the stone house to get the water used to water the vines.

Yuxiong guessed that there must be people like pharmacists or magicians living in stone houses. He directs the little girls to cast spells on these wells and give them special strength to promote the growth of vines.

Of course, perhaps the tall man who lives in the stone house is actually a reclusive chef. He holds the essence of cooking that has been passed down for thousands of years, and he can cook a pot of chicken blood soup with a wonderful taste. Even the vines will be moved by it.

Yan Xiong feels that in this magical world, everything is possible.

Well, if you have the chance, you must try the taste of this chicken blood soup!

In addition to the special water used to water the vines, the villagers will of course draw water from the well for daily use. Yan Xiong noticed that there is a small river in the place not far from the village, but no one has used the river to use it. Everyone eats well water.

Perhaps this is related to the ubiquitous chaos and turbid magic in the woods. Because according to his observations, the closer to the village, the more chaotic and turbid magic in the woods will be weakened, but the more uncomfortable the atmosphere will be. Perhaps it is this breath that makes him hate, so that the villagers can resist the erosion of the ubiquitous chaos in the Black Forest and avoid damage.

But the effect of the defense is obviously limited. Every evening, both the lumberjack and the farmer rushed back to the village and locked the gate. A group of young people with hammers or axes came to the cabins on either side of the gate, taking turns to watch the night.

At this time, the atmosphere in the stone house in the middle of the village would greatly increase the atmosphere that Yan Xiong hated, and shrouded the entire village. The vines in the farmland also emit a slight golden light. Although they are completely different from the breath, they also reject the chaos magic inherent in the Black Forest. The two complement each other and guard this small village.

Xiong Xiong hides in the depths of the woods more than a dozen miles away, relying on the soul to sense the situation of the village. He found that the main job of the villagers was to raise chickens in addition to logging and farming, but they did not eat chickens, and those chickens were purely sacrifices.

He also studied those vines. The strange thing is that those vines can clearly echo the smell that makes him hate, but when he uses the soul to touch these vines, he does not feel any repulsive force. It seems to be just ordinary. The vines only.

There is obviously a mystery in this. Unfortunately, the language is unreasonable and unable to communicate. He has to hide his doubts in his heart and intend to ask after he has a relationship with each other.

Yan Xiong did not rush to contact the villagers and has been watching from afar. He observed it for a long time, and determined that the life of the villagers was quite boring, and there was almost no entertainment or entertainment. Every day, except for logging, it is farming, and there is no fun to live.

People in these different worlds seem to have worked so hard!

Day after day, they repeat simple work and never rest. Like a group of hardworking ants, trying to run their own small territory, there is no slack.

Xiongxiong silently observed them and waited for the right contact.

He didn't want to rush to contact these people. One wouldn't have the language of these people. He couldn't communicate at all. Second, his appearance was too horrible. I was afraid that when they appeared, they would scare these people to death. Maybe they would still I swarmed and fought with him.

He knows almost nothing about the world's customs, but he is more than a big monster with a language barrier. As long as he is a normal person, he will give priority to escape or fight. The nerves are so thick that they have to communicate friendly with the big monsters. It is not the protagonist of love and courage in a fairy tale, that is, "can't die" in funny animation.

Anyway, the people in this village don't look like it.

After a while, the vines in the fields became thicker and thicker, and the golden veins on the leaves became more and more obvious. When the villagers looked at them, their faces often showed a smile, about the foreseeable joy of harvest.

But the strange thing is that they often show fear and uneasiness, which makes Yan Xiong quite surprised.

After a while, they stopped even the logging, under the bald head of the janitor, regardless of men and women, all the young and middle-aged together began combat training, training the skills of using axe and hammer. There are still many people who are busy making shields with wood, which is like a nap.

Yan Xiong observed them curiously, did not understand where their worries came from, and did not understand who they were going to fight.

But he was a little happy in his heart - looking at the appearance of these villagers, it can be seen that the upcoming battle will be very dangerous. At that time, as long as he appears as a friendly army, even if he can't be welcomed, he will not be regarded as an enemy at least.

This is exactly the opportunity he has been waiting for!