The Godsfall Chronicles

Realistic fantasies always have gaps, so people crave and pursue most things, and when they do, they tend to feel that way, because the vast majority of beauty comes from imagination.

The cloudhawk has already experienced it.

Diggers can eat, dress warmly, live somewhere, don't worry?

The cloudhawk did think so before, and now he's in the camp and realizes that it's not any easier than the wastepickers!

Open your eyes every day and you'll be lucky to live another day without someone slitting your throat in your dreams and then start all kinds of hard work. The main role is to practice as a companion, or as a sandbag. The deputy does everything to help the mantis, feed Wu La, repair tools, all kinds of hard work.

This is the day to know!

Mercenaries are experienced masters, and the blue-faced clouds of eagles have become normal. Fortunately, under strong resilience, as long as the injuries were less severe, he recovered most of his sleep, but continued the following day.

The eagle discovered a secret about itself in the process. His power, agility, and control seemed to grow day after day, and although not so fast, he was indeed slowly gaining strength, which was enough to surprise the eagle.

This suggests that he should be strengthened beyond resilience.

This suggests that his ability to be activated may be far greater than imagined.

That means he's not a piece of crap that can only be used as a sandbag!

Most of this is a change brought about by the mysterious stones, but unfortunately, no matter what the method, the stone figure really turns into an ordinary stone, and there is no response. The eagle had to tie it around its neck and carry it close to it every day, hoping to find a way to use it in the future.

The cloud eagle gradually adapted to life in the Black Flag camp during the hard days.

It's not entirely useless to be beaten as a human sandbag every day. As Fatty's cunning fox says, as the number of recoveries increases, his resilience improves and the more he gets beaten, the stronger he becomes.

In addition, the cloud hawk is becoming more familiar with mercenary gloves and combat skills, especially feeling his strength and speed of response are increasing. On several recent occasions, he has been itching to fight mercenaries, but eventually he has been able to hold on and he has not been able to easily expose his abilities.

Secrets cannot be known to anyone for the time being.

Crazy fox, crazy dog, these guys are unreliable!

The cloud eagle practice is just a part of his life, and these mercenaries ravenously squeeze all his value, as the most stateless members of the Yellow Springs Mercenary Corps, carrying tea, sweeping clothes, taking urinal basins to pour dung, sharpening knives, carrying supplies, repairing cars, doing anything.

Mantis often finds a cloud eagle as an assistant. From very uncomfortable to now, the cloud eagle has mastered the structure of the body. Close eyes can remove the five dirty hearts of people. The cloud eagle took care of Ulla's life and lived, from being chased by Ulla every day to now getting along with Ulla gradually... It took a month for the cloud eagle to finally gradually integrate into the group.

Mercenaries are starting to like this little guy anyway.

This little guy is stubborn and tough, very reluctant to work every day, but he can always do it well. It's much easier to get up and down mercenaries. Where can I find him in this good hard labour?

Although the cloud eagle remains the most stateless of the Yellow Springs mercenaries, who cannot eat together and can only live in a cabin outside, attitudes towards him have changed compared to the initial stigmatization.

Every day he was beaten up by mercenaries and the eagle put up with it.

Every day Wu La chased me and bit my ass, and the cloud hawk put up with it.

The eagle endured all kinds of unfinished business every day.

Growing up in the ruins of the cloud hawk wilderness, he developed a tenacious personality, even if he was treated unbearably by such ordinary people. Although his mouth kept scolding, he persisted in biting his teeth.

Only a little intolerable.

Hunger!

That's right. Hunger!

The cloud hawk found that as his health grew, his food demand grew.

The damned and stingy cunning fox has never improved his treatment, so many pieces of bread a day are simply not enough to fill his stomach and only occasionally find mercenaries to eat the leftover pieces. But most of the time, cloudhawks are called out by three captains in a hungry state.

Maintained for an entire month.

One can imagine the acidity!

Had it not been for the endurance of more than a decade of wild hammering, cloudhawks would have erupted and run away from home! The cloud hawk knows he can't go yet. Life in the black flag camp is hard, but at least relatively stable!

…………

It's a rare and refreshing afternoon.

The cloud hawk routinely cleaned Wu La's nest, which mainly means loading up the feces and excrement. He squeezed his nose and frowned, "Please don't take a shit in the nest in the future. It's disgusting! ”

Wu La had laid idly in the sun. When he heard the cloud eagle dare to scold him, his six legs immediately stood up, his scarlet eyes stared at his ass, his blood basin mouth shouted loudly, as if he would jump on it at any time to bite.

“Okay, okay, when I didn't say anything! ”

Cloud eagle suddenly felt tight daisy. He was kind of afraid of this grumpy guy. This time, he was ravaged by it. Ura's fighting power was stronger than the average mercenary. I'm afraid he was second only to a few captains. Although his intelligence was low, he was extremely angry, and he was not a good offender.

“You always pull wherever you want. ”

Wu La snorted and fell down to continue the sun.

When the cloudhawk poured a bag of stinking faeces into the garbage canal, a sudden dizziness, a strong convulsion in the abdomen, such as the shadow hunger arrived on schedule, each cell seemed to be in an awkward state of nursing, crazily demanding energy from the body.

This feeling is an unimaginable pain.

Although waste-pickers are extremely tolerant of hunger, as their health gradually improves, the pain of hunger seems to be tenfold larger than before!

The cloudhawk licked his dry lips, and he looked up at the clouds in the sky, and his mood got more complicated.

I was desperate to get rid of my deserter status.

Is that how you live your life with tea and shit every day?

Do these guys want me to spend the rest of my life cheap hard labour?

In the Yellow Springs Mercenary Corps, the only value is to be a human sandbag?

During the month of living in the Black Flag camp, the cloudhawk asked himself countless times, and he wanted to do the same thing as other mercenaries, because he could earn more food on the job, but just think about it.

In the eyes of cunning foxes and other mercenaries, I am a wasteful restorative evolutionist!

Instead of touching the dry belly and wanting something that's not marginal, the eagle might as well go out and find something to eat.

Mercenary headquarters definitely can't find anything, now they have to go elsewhere to take a chance. For example, digging for some grass roots, looking for a few insects, although not full, can also alleviate it. It's best to grab a mouse or something. I haven't eaten meat in a long time.

The cloud hawk idea is good, but doomed to disappointment.

With a population of 10,000 or 20,000, the majority of those living at the bottom of the camp live no better than wilderness pickers, so virtually nothing to eat in the camp can be found. When time and strength are wasted for nothing, only greater disappointment and hunger are finally reaped.

When the eagle wandered in trance and was almost starving to faint.

The announcement in front of a tavern attracted attention: "Hire a casual worker, work two hours, and dry five rats! ”

When a cloudhawk sees a few words twisted, his heart is like a hammer, some can't believe his eyes, he can earn five guinea pigs in two hours? Yellow Springs mercenaries treat you better than you treat them!

The cloud eagle is a little moved and a little hesitant.

Because past experience was telling him that nothing cheap was going to happen at the bottom of the sky, any harvest would have to pay the corresponding price.

“Boy! That's right, that's you!” At this time, a lousy red nose found the eagle leaping beside him, his eyes suddenly lit up and he immediately stood up and said: "Come here! ”

The cloudhawk hesitated to walk over.

“I'm Red Nose, you know me? ”

The cloud eagle shook its head.

“Don't know? That's great!” A fat man with a slot nose laughs and makes people feel very warm and friendly: “Are you hungry? ”

The cloudhawk nodded.

“Do you need a job? ”

The cloudhawk nodded again.

“Ha ha ha, just in time, this treatment is clearly written, you can still read? Okay, I'm too lazy to explain.” Between the red-nosed conversations, pull a wrinkled piece of paper from the bottom of the table and place it on the table, "press a fingerprint first. ”

The eagle was starving and dizzy, and didn't even see the content clearly.

The red nose grabs the Eagle's hand and puts a fingerprint on it!

“Starting now, you're hired!” Red nose waving at a big black man standing next to him: “Black, take him in. ”

The cloudhawk feels strange, but the red-nosed boss seems enthusiastic. It's just two hours of work. What can you do if you get tired? Five rat jerky!

It's like walking into another world, full of colorful eyes, wild heavy metal music with people howling at each other, people dancing wildly here, and the air is choking with inferior tobacco and alcohol smells.

Right in the middle of a humble central ring attracts the attention of the cloudhawks.

This is a table made of wood, surrounded by a few laps of hemp rope, even if it's a ring, the wood floor is covered in sticky blood, and several women dressed in exposed clothes are working hard to wipe it.

A sexy woman slowly walked onto the ring.

People shouted and whistled around, and the scene was completely chaotic.

Heavy metal music, alcohol, tobacco, women, all of this is what makes male hormones skyrocket.

The eagle had never been to such a place, and everything around him made him feel very fresh, completely unaware of what he was going to face.