The Godsfall Chronicles

It's dawn.

Finally, the late mercenary arrived.

“Shit, why is this guy here? His name is Pickle. I had a drink with him last week. Skinning is a butcher, probably not enough ingredients in the shop, come out at night to find some meat and pork to replenish.” A mad dog sweeps a corpse, though old acquaintance, but without pity, like watching a dead mouse break into the house: "It's also bad luck for your boy to encounter this kind of thing the first night. You know, not a hundred or eighty pigs died in the hands of a skinned pig. ”

The butcher?

Turns out he's a horrible human trafficker!

This kind of guy can't help but be in the wilderness or in the camp!

“But then again, this guy is a piece of crap, but he's not that bad!” The mad dog looked at the cloudhawk with an unknown eye: “Why didn't you die? ”

What the fuck is that?

It's like I'm supposed to die!

The cloud hawk was angry, but what was happening to him was something he would never dare say, so he covered up the past vaguely.

“Sleep, attack, kill?” The mad dog thinks it's reasonable, it's probably too light an enemy on the ground, “the next time you hang a bell on the door, or make a simple trap, this kind of thing happens every day in the black flag camp, luck this time, it's hard to guarantee luck next time. ”

He's leaving when he's done.

“Wait!” The cloud hawk couldn't figure out why he had to kill him. “What about this body? ”

“Whatever you want to do with your trophy, sell it to the black market or keep it yourself, I suggest hanging your head outside the door, the skinned head should still be a little deterrent, so that you can sleep cleaner later in the night, as for the rest... you know, this guy has spent his whole life skinning other people's meat, and now it's time to taste the taste of being stripped and eaten. ”

This ugly, black bastard is easy to say.

The cloudhawk has a disgusting look.

“What a rookie!” Crazy dogs don't give a shit: “Look at you, you don't have the guts to eat human flesh, send it to Mantis or give it to Wu La, they'll love this gift. Okay, next time you run into something like this, don't bother me anymore. Shit, waste of time! ”

The mad dog scolded and walked up to the door and suddenly turned around and said: "Come to the training field at noon, we have work to do! ”

The cloudhawk scolded this goddamn mad dog ten times!

However, it has to be handled. The cloud eagle thinks that Ulla is furious when she looks at his drooling state. Since this is the case, send it to the mantis. The three mercenary captains also seem to look more normal.

Leave the knife in your pants, it might be useful in the future.

The cloud hawk dragged the body out of the house, and the people on the road did not react at all. They didn't even take a second look. Instead, it made the hawk a little more relaxed.

Mantis has a large, solitary house.

Almost the largest in the entire mercenary corps.

The cloudhawk was somewhat curious. Mantis seemed to be on a mission. Why is he so high on the mercenary team? When he walked into the mantis with suspicion, the cloud eagle's eyes suddenly glanced at him because of the sight he had seen, making him even suspect he had gone wrong.

Where do people live?

It's a slaughterhouse!

Five or six bodies were placed inside, some had their hands sawed off, some had their feet sawed off and some had their skulls opened. Mantis wore a pair of gloves, and in front of a torn corpse, two sharp scalpels were used to drum up something. Without a moment of kung fu, a bloody organ was removed.

The cloudhawk is furious, no wonder this guy is called a mantis.

He screamed hard on his scalp: "Team... Captain! ”

Ignore him.

Mantis carefully looks at the organ in his hand, finds the strange mutant tissue on it, cuts the mutant tissue off a little bit with a knife, and fills it in a small glass jar.

Around the wooden frame is a large jar of immersion of a large number of human organs, some of which are soaked with strange plant stems, and even a strange eyeball, which makes people feel creepy.

What should we do?

Neither go nor go.

Cloudhawks really don't like to spend half a second in a place like this.

“Fresh?” After the mantis processed the mutant tissue, he glanced at the body with a cold eye, but never looked at the cloud eagle: “Put it on. ”

He cleared out a platform.

The cloudhawk hastily lifted the body and put it on: "Can I go? ”

Mantis ignored him again, examined his body a little bit, and told him that it was obviously an agile evolutionary. What is agile evolution? It refers to the motor nerve, the reflex nerve, all becoming highly sensitive and accompanied by some physical strengthening.

These people are very responsive, explosive and fast.

Mantis itself is a fairly advanced agile evolutionist.

This person is not very evolved, but it is not something that ordinary people can handle.

Mantis looked up at the clouds next to him, like wood, and said, "Did you kill them? ”

“Uh, yes, I killed him...” The cloud eagle was furious in the eyes of the mantis. He hurried to repeat what he had said to the mad dog and simply repeated it to the mantis: “Because luck has saved a life. ”

“Really? ”

Mantis's calm eyes are like insight into everything. Yellow Springs mercenaries are among the three captains, and this mantis makes the cloudhawk feel particularly high.

Cloud eagle swallows: “Well... nothing, I'll go first. ”

“Stay.” Mantis said concisely, reluctant to say one more word, and he threw a scalpel at the eagle, “dissecting him. ”

The cloudhawk suspects he's misheard.

A man who grew up in the wilderness wouldn't be afraid of dead bodies. It's just an autopsy or it's hard to accept. He doesn't know what's wrong with mantis. What's the point of cutting these bodies apart?

Mantis is freezing cold and killing.

The cloud eagle feels a strong sense of crisis, which is suffocating. Unlike the hunter in front of him at night, the feeling that mantis brings to him is unbeatable.

The cloudhawk even suspected that once he refused the request, he had not been able to say anything, and that Mantis could instantly slit his throat with a scalpel in his hand.

“Okay!”

The cloudhawk picked up the knife with his scalp and tweezers and other tools, and the mantis instructed the body to cut its belly down. Mantis stands beside it like an ice sculpture, with a brief and flat voice to indicate, so that the eagle knows the structure of the human body by the way, which is probably convenient to use later.

A few hours later.

The cloud eagle ran out of the mantis studio.

This morning was a pain in the ass for him!

Shit, lunatic, pervert, demon in human skin, vomit...

The cloudhawk's stomach turned strong, took a few minutes to slow down, and finally understood one thing, none of the three captains were normal people.

No, I almost forgot. Crazy dogs have a mission.

The mad dog's temper was so violent that he felt uncomfortable, his leg was broken for a minute, and the cloudhawk dared not slacken and ran to the training site immediately. This is where the mercenaries practice, and the eagle just walks in and hears Wula barking.

The animal was chained to the door, and his ugly, fierce eyes stared at the teenager. His blood basin was surrounded by bloody marks, as if he had just eaten.

“How did you get here?” The mad dog's eyes were very upset, and then he yelled at a few mercenaries who were practicing their equipment on the playground: "Okay, come on, come on, come on. Your company's here! ”

Practicing!

What's that supposed to mean?

“Listen, this kid is a type of recovery evolution, but the fire isn't high yet, so watch out, it's not good to kill and maim.” The mad dog had no intention of explaining it to the hawk, pointing directly at a mercenary, "Cook, you go first! ”

This mercenary named Cook is a big, fat man who looks like a dog bear. He immediately walks out with excitement and looks up and down at the cloud eagle: “Boss, you guys are so talented, you know we are bored to fight sandbags. Finding such a human meat sandbag will make the living fight so it's fun! ”

Cloud eagles already have a bad feeling.

The mad dog was impatient to say, "Cut the fucking crap, here we go! ”

The cloud eagle hurriedly asked: “Wait...”

Cook slammed an elbow and the eagle was smashed to the ground, instantly feeling dizzy, like a china bottle that had been smashed apart.

“Fuck!” Crazy dogs cursing, scars twisting together, spitting and roaring: “Are you such a fucking loser? Stand up!”

“Stand up, stand up! ”

Other mercenaries shout!

The cloud hawk finally understood what a human sandbag meant, and he finally understood that the cunning fox had brought him back for his true purpose, and he was fooled by this insidious fat bastard!!

Cook kicked a kick over here.

The eagle flashed aside.

Crazy dog's gaze is slight. Eh, weird. How did this kid react so fast?

Crazy dogs were puzzled, and cloudhawks found out what happened last night. His reactivity and strength seemed to have increased. This could be a stone change, and these people can't know it yet. When Cook hit the next knee, the eagle didn't hide, just blocked it with its hands.

Boom!

He flew out like a sandbag.

Crazy dogs spit a thick sputum on the ground and shake their heads with great disdain.

Cook beat for a dozen minutes in a row, the eagle didn't fight back, his hands blocked the point, the mercenaries were surprised, the kid looked thin, weak, didn't expect his body to be so strong, he could climb up no matter how much he hit.

“Cook, you're moving too slowly, your energy is irregular, a powerful evolutionist, and you're fighting like a bitch! What a piece of shit!” You're welcome, mad dog. “Fuck off, next! ”

Cook mumbled a few words, he's not as sick as a mad dog, but he broke a few bones in a punch, it's still easy to do, he didn't use all his strength or he's afraid to break the new rookie?

Cloud eagles were ravaged for half an afternoon.

Mercenary practice is finally over.

The cloudhawk picked up today's bread. When the cunning fox looked at the blue-faced cloudhawk, he smiled and patted him on the shoulder: “Well, you didn't disappoint me. This body is strong enough to give you half a loaf of bread. Keep trying tomorrow. By the way, teaching you how to fix cars, assemble and maintain weapons at night, feeding Wu La is also yours, and these are your tasks in the future. ”

The cloudhawk is very sorry now.

This fat, cunning fox's nickname is really not a white scream. He can't even blink his eyes. First he treats the eagle like a broiler, and now he treats it like a human sandbag. What else can this bastard do? Hawks would rather wander into the wilderness if they knew this was the result of coming to the camp.

“You seem very dissatisfied with your eyes.” The cunning fox held a cigarette and said to him, “Young man, being beaten is also an exercise, any evolutionist will evolve, the power evolutionist will practice more strength, the agile evolutionist will practice more agility, the control evolutionist will practice more manipulation, don't you have to practice recovery? Let you be beaten is to value you, let you suffer is to hone you, cherish the opportunity, take you out of the task if you have the chance, it's a promise! ”

You expect me to believe you?

Why don't you fucking die!

The cloud eagle was eager to punch that fat face.

What the fuck? Haven't you hurt me enough last time? Even if I did take the job out, I'd probably be upset!

The cloudhawk grabbed the bread and turned around and left.

The cunning fox smiled and watched him walk away, spitting a cigarette ring out of his mouth: "Little guy's a little bloody, hahahaha! ”

When the night fell, the eagle was covered in oil and Ulla left a scratch on his back, finally returning to his place of residence. Only then did he discover that the blood in the house had not been washed and was now solidified on the ground, and the air still smelled of the stink.

The cloud eagle was tired and hungry, and had no time to deal with it. He fell into bed and slept with his head covered.