The Godsfall Chronicles

Yellow Springs Mercenary Headquarters is an independent yard of stone-walled iron meshes filled with stones, stone barbells, sandbags, rakes and other training equipment, plenty of metal parts and materials and other debris stacked corners.

Several of the old, connected houses, including storage, accommodation, repair and processing laboratories, while still looking very small, who cares about this in the wilderness? This is so decent, okay?

Mercenaries don't seem to have a low status in the camp, so it should be safe here?

The cloud hawk just came up with this idea, and a crazy, fierce black shadow rushed up with a raging roar.

Too soon!

They can't see anything clearly.

The cloudhawk felt like it had been hit by a giant beast and pressed to the ground, and the smell of disgust and smell had spread over it. A large mouthful of blood basin full of pointed teeth had already hit the neck and was about to bite.

“Wu La.” The mad dog broke his throat like a ravine: “Stop it! ”

The mad beast stopped attacking, howled his teeth slowly back, a pair of dark red eyes still staring at him dead, always in an attacking position, seemingly not wanting to let go of the always delicious prey.

“Grass, which son of a bitch let Wu La out? Get the rope! ”

As the mad dog shouted, the eagle stood up in panic.

This is a monster that looks like a dog and looks like an ape, at least 60 or 70 kilos, three times bigger than a human being, has a big nose and mouth, the mouth can crack directly into the ear root, the head is like a two-thirds cut, the mouth lily teeth like a shark, there are three or four rows of feet, it is estimated that iron nail steel plate can bite through, the flesh body is not a problem!

The monster has six legs, thick and powerful, and has just seen its explosive power, probably faster than most creatures in the wilderness.

Why would a mercenary headquarters have such a monster?

“Relax, Wu La is our breed, it has a very sensitive nose, if a stranger breaks in, it's what happened to you, you know it's eaten human flesh and grew up, you can eat up all your flesh in a few minutes.” Crazy dogs tie up the creature with their own hands. The creature is reluctant to shake his big head, but can't resist the weird power of crazy dogs. "Wu La, behave yourself. Go to the black market and cut off some of your favorite legs for you later. ”

This monster has eyes, mouth, nose, even fingers. Although highly distorted and ugly, the cloudhawk implicitly feels that this seems to be a... highly mutant!

The cloud eagle looks weird and asks, "What the hell is this? ”

“You know, this is a mutant, and parents may be human like us, but they're highly mutated in their mothers, eating their mother's guts and biting through their bellies.” The cunning fox introduces the origins of Wu La: “He was captured shortly after his birth, trained like a dog from childhood, and is now used to see a home nursing home, which is also very useful! ”

A cloud hawk is incredible, or incredible, that mutants are domesticated as dogs!

This Wu La guy, he can't really be a person anymore.

But also because it used to be a human relationship, Wula IQ is still different from ordinary beasts, at least it can understand some human language, but the ferocity is more than the beast, it is a very scary monster!

Wu La's eyes were constantly staring at the eagle and the blood basin was dripping out of the water, causing the eagle to feel some hair in his heart, and he could feel the alertness and hostility in the eyes of this monster.

“Crazy Dog Boss, Crazy Fox Boss, are you back so soon? ”

There are about twenty or thirty full members of the mercenary corps, most of which are now in place. The mercenary corps is divided into three teams, of which the cunning fox and the mad dog are the two captains.

The third captain is a tall, skinny yellow man, pale face, dark circle, wearing a pair of eyes, very weak on the surface, not many weird places in medium rules, but nothing weird in this day and age is in itself a weird, even a book roll smell that is out of date.

“Hey, Mantis.” Cunning fox laughs and walks over: “Glad to see you back in one piece! ”

Mantis pushed cold glasses, small but cold eyes, no human emotion. When the mantis stared at me, the cloud eagle felt the chill in his heart and had a feeling that it was hard to move and breathe.

This look is like a sharp knife around your throat, and if you move it slightly, your throat will be slit.

People with nicknames in this place are not easy. Mantis may not have cunning foxes or crazy dogs, but clouds think he's more dangerous than two people. Like cobras and lions, cobras are less powerful than lions, but even more dangerous than cobras hiding in the dark.

“This time picking up the waste-pickers.” A cunning, fat, fat face stands on the opposite side of an ice-faced mantis, and he adds: “A restorative evolutionist has little value to cultivate, but just short of logistics, let him in. ”

Restorative evolution?

That's a piece of crap!

The mercenaries' contemptuous gaze makes the eagle uncomfortable and uncomfortable. Why do you see me like this? Is it really worthless to restore the type of evolutionist?

In the bones of a cloud hawk is a man who struggles hard to lose.

He couldn't stand to be seen that way.

“Well, boy, you're lucky to be a part of the Yellow Springs mercenary, and our signature works well in this camp. But I have to tell you, you're not here to enjoy Qingfu! ”

“Starting today, you only have two loaves of bread and a bottle of water every day, so you can do whatever you want honestly! Don't question, don't delay, or get lost, Huang Quan mercenaries don't feed people! Do you understand? ”

The cloudhawk clenched his fist and let go: “Got it. ”

The cunning fox's face was full of excitement and he said, "This mission is very rewarding. Let's celebrate! ”

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

“Long live the boss! ”

These people are a bunch of animals who lick their blood with their knives every day, and no one knows what will happen tomorrow, so it's a habit to have fun in time.

The cloud hawk doesn't know how to celebrate a mercenary, but he's thirsty and hungry right now, hoping to eat something.

Late in the day, mercenaries moved out of large quantities of food and poor quality alcohol. The food standards in the camp were hundreds of times better than in the wilderness. Mercenaries had meat and vegetables. Meat was the flesh of some kind of mutant beast. The doors were cooked with fire, and several salts were applied, seductive aromas could penetrate the eagle's nose from afar.

Wu La has been tied up.

A mercenary brought in a large pot of chopped flesh.

Wu Lapo went to eat large mouths, even the bones were bitten and swallowed into his stomach. As for what kind of creature was inside and what part, the cloud hawk really didn't want to use his imagination to think about it. It's just that Wu La even stared at him while eating, scared the eagle to pass by and feared being killed on the spot.

This fucking beast!

Wu La, black and big nose suddenly stopped eating and raised his head barking. A dozen or twenty women walking in through the gate with exposed clothes, though also a rough skin with dishes on the noodles, are not bad compared to the ones on the street.

“Brothers!” Cunning fox raised a glass of wine: “Have fun today! ”

Mercenaries scream like wolves, mercenaries drag women through rudely, and it's a great thing for these women to eat and drink. Wu La seemed very uncomfortable with the presence of strangers here, so she barked all the time, but this did not in any way destroy the nature of the mercenary, and they began to do something blatantly unscrupulous.

The cloud hawk saw Wu La no longer staring at herself, and immediately bypassed him, ready to fetch food.

“Newcomer, there's no part for you here! ”

“Fuck off, fuck off! ”

Yellow Springs mercenaries do not feed and pay well, and cloudhawks are new and undervalued and naturally ineligible for these foods.

“Two loaves of bread and a bottle of water, that's how you treat them!” Cunning fox says hello to a gesture, "who, you come here, find a place for the new rookie, our headquarters is full. ”

Can't you live at mercenary headquarters?

The eagle was sent with a short sword and several candles and taken to a broken house nearby to be settled.

The cabin was full of dust and mold, and the faint candle fire struggled in the wind and darkness. As the boy was in the mood at the moment, he sat in his humble new home, a little tranced and a little uncomfortable.

There's some horrible silence outside.

The cabin is 200 metres from the mercenary headquarters.

If something happens, will the mercenaries be able to get here in time or not? I don't know, I just know that for the mercenaries, he's just a role to play.

The eagle ate the rest of the hard-boiled bread and water, and he checked the wood bolts on the door, then picked up the mercenary and put his defensive sword by the bed, gently blowing out the candles, and the whole room went into the dark.

The hawk lay on the haystack bed, and the haystack bed cut the skin a little, so it was warm all the time.

Do we have to live here forever?

The eagle wandered and lost, had no plans, had no goals, how would he live tomorrow, and what would become of the future? He shook his head and comforted himself in silence: What more do you want? There's bread, there's water, there's a place to live, there's nothing to be unhappy about!

It's not what I thought it would be, but it's better than a waste-picker's life, isn't it? Don't think too much. Live!