The Godsfall Chronicles

Cloudhawks lay in a mantis studio full of bandages, cunning fox dogs and other mercenaries watching, cunning fox eyebrows screwed together: “What's going on? ”

Mantis said, "There's too much blood to be transfused. ”

There is no blood transfusion in the wilderness. Mantis is the best physician in Yellow Springs mercenaries and even the entire camp. He has the ability to detect blood types and make his own infusion set, but there is undoubtedly a great risk of hygiene in the Black Flag camp.

The cunning fox doesn't care so much: “Wait for what? Then lose! Whatever you do, you gotta get him back! Why else would I offend a bear for nothing? That's a fucking loss! ”

The mad dog said, “Isn't that blood? Use mine!”

“With mine, too! ”

“I've got plenty of blood, just smoke it! ”

“This kid can't die here. ”

“Yeah, without him, it's a lot less fun! ”

More than a dozen mercenaries have expressed their desire to donate blood and the cloud eagle has not been a member of the Yellow Springs mercenary for a very long time. However, for more than a month, his tenacious and reckless attitude has satisfied everyone and, although weak, he has been recognized.

If the eagle is still awake, he will not be able to keep his mouth shut in amazement, and these mercenaries, whose usual attitude is extremely harsh, will fight to give blood to save him.

Mantis will always have a faceless face of ice, and after a silent and simple comparison of blood type tests, several mercenaries eventually meet the criteria, draw some blood from each person into the infusion bag, and then pour it from the infusion bag into the body of a cloud hawk.

Mercenaries are still worried about things happening.

Although the cloud hawk was temporarily stabilized by transfusion, by midnight, the hawk suddenly deteriorated, but it was red as a fire roast, not very clear mind, always talking nonsense.

Mantis can't help it.

There is also no way, the medical conditions are too poor. Once the injured show signs of such a serious infection, only nine deaths and life depend on God's orders. I can only hope that the boy's life is hard enough!

…………

Cloudhawk is confused.

He was so hot, he couldn't breathe, like he was sleeping in a fireplace.

When the eagle traced its roots, it found that the sensation of heat emanated from the stones hanging from its neck.

It seems that the body has built some kind of connection, and bone blood is connected into a part of the body, generating some kind of energy from it, which is affecting the body of a cloud hawk.

Under the chaos of cloudhawks, it is clearer to hear some kind of sound coming out of the rocks, like waves, like waves, like waves, like skies, like earth, where it seems like there is an endless ocean hidden, dark and dark, deep and vast, capable of swallowing a hundred giant whales silently.

It's a sea of will!

It's a spiritual ocean!

It's a sea of power!

Is the mind and spirit in this state close to the stone?

Not only can a cloud hawk feel the tide of the spiritual ocean rising in stone, but he even hears a hoarseness hidden beneath the ocean.

“The truth comes from the spirit, the mind determines everything, what you want to see!” Not too loud, but full of deterrence, like a majestic king, "wake up, heir! ”

The cloud eagle was poured with a basin of ice water.

He woke up suddenly confused, and the eagle found himself not back in the real world, and he was in a strange space, on the black surface of the ocean where his feet stood, and the sea level was like a smooth mirror.

It's not real!

This is a dream created by the will of the stone!

“Who, who's talking! ”

The cloudhawk looked around, knowing that it was in a dream, but could not escape. This strange feeling had not been experienced and was completely beyond comprehension.

The myriad of black fogs fronted to form a tall and lukewarm shadow.

This guy doesn't look human, but the cloudhawks look down on each other and feel nothing but a black outline with a pair of scarlet eyes and luminous chest gems.

Is this the stone you found?

Was it originally embedded in a strange suit of armor?

This mysterious guy is the former owner of the gem, left the spirit of will in the gem in some unknown way, that night the cloud eagle almost went mad was affected by him, this serious injury coma into this strange dream, also affected by this guy.

The cloudhawk looked at each other through a blurry layer of grey fog: “Who are you? ”

The silent, majestic voice of the black outline came out again, "Just a forgotten loser, it doesn't matter who I am anymore. Now it's important that you understand who you are. ”

“Me? I'm me!” The cloudhawk is a little confused. Why is this guy so strange? "Shit, what the hell is going on? How did you show up in my dream? ”

“You don't have to worry, I won't hurt you. In fact, I have long died, and nothing more than a part of my mental power stays in this stone. When someone who meets certain conditions and potential appears to be able to activate it, what you see now is not the complete will, it's just the cruelty I set up at the time. ”

The other person's words were too deep, he couldn't understand them at all.

“After all these years, I've been waiting for you. From the moment you get this stone, you're doomed to never get rid of it.” The black silhouette looked at him and said slowly: "The world has been blinded by lies and hypocrisy, and now that it has begun again, let's continue on the path that I have not finished, to break it all. ”

The cloudhawk doesn't know what they're talking about, but somehow feels ostracized and irritated: “I don't understand what you're talking about. Let me out! ”

“Young man, don't worry, I'm running out of time.” The black shadow reveals a hint of cold and sadness, "I can feel your thoughts. Do you want to leave the wilderness? ”

The eagle shook: “Can you help me? ”

“I can't just let you go, but I'll give you what you need most now. ”

“What is it? ”

The black figure slowly says two words: "I can give you the rest of my strength! ”

Doesn't Eagleton feel like he's in the mood for power? Now his strength is too weak, so that everyone can bully him. If he can possess the strength of a cunning fox and a mad dog, this black flag camp can also walk sideways!

Why should this mysterious guy have the strength of a mad dog?

The black ocean suddenly rolled over, and the eagle felt submerged in it all of a sudden, and a lot of cold stuff was pouring into his body, which made him feel very painful.

“Unfortunately, you are still too weak and weak, and I can only combine a small fraction of my mental strength.” The sound of the black shadow intermittently becomes very blurred. “Please take care of this stone, it is a time and space key and an important trust of my people...”

Like a man drowning in the ocean, the cloud eagle came with a strong sense of suffocation and oppression, making him unable to open his mouth and cry for help. The cold coming from all sides felt permeable. When he desperately wanted to grab something, he couldn't grasp anything, and his consciousness suddenly became blurred.

At this point, it was suddenly felt that a hand had lifted him out of the water.

“Ah!”

The eagle woke up.

It is now midday, cloudhawks are wrapped in strange medicinal flavors, each wound is sewn together by an engineer, the spicy pain is like the flesh is torn and roasted on fire, and all kinds of strange medicines are applied to the body like spicy oil mixed with salt.

The cloud eagle's right arm was hung from his chest, and he was now weak as if he had been chased by a beast for 10 kilometers, but somehow his brain was so clear and clear that the world around him seemed to be clearer than before, he could even hear mercenaries laughing from the outside.

This must be mercenary headquarters.

The cloudhawk recalls everything he just went through, especially the conversation with the mystery man in his dreams... is everything just a strange dream?

The eagle shook its head and came out painfully, pushing the door open with one hand.

Twenty mercenaries ready to dine stopped, their eyes all focused on the eagle, the scene was quiet, let the eagle's heart lift, these guys won't ask me to count, right?

Who knows just the next second.

The whole thing burst into laughter.

“Ha! Is the little guy awake? ”

“You recovered fast enough! ”

“This time it's been repaired so bad! ”

“Red nose can bully you, you're so fucking useless! ”

These guys like to mock him as much as usual, but after violent clashes in the tavern and escape from the dead, the guy who was supposed to look hateful also felt a little glanced at.

Pfft!

A big fat hand clapped on his back.

The cloud hawk jumped like a frightened rabbit, almost screaming out loud in pain, and, fuck, the bastard definitely intentionally shot it right in the wound.

The cunning fox turned a blind eye to the cloud hawk's twisted expression, and his fat hand slapped him again: “You son of a bitch, you are so good at going out to mess with me, someone beat me half to death, you have lost the face of our mercenaries. ”

“Ouch! Ouch!” The cloud eagle is sweating cold, he really wants to punch this fat face, but it's just something to think about: "I won't next time! ”

“Next time? Next time you have to kill them all. Do what you do to yourself, you hear me?” When the cunning fox has finished, make a sound and place the iron plate on the table. "Join us for dinner and training in the future! ”

It's a black, mutant, vegetarian jerky, and a couple of roasted black potato-like foods.

The cunning fox glanced at the still stunned eagle: “You don't like eating well? ”

“No, no! ”

The cloudhawk sat down without thinking and began to enjoy himself. Although he didn't know what mutant animal meat was, it tasted better than any meat he had ever eaten.

A man with two pieces of bread a day suddenly, like every other mercenary, has wine and meat, and three meals a day! It's like a poor guy who accidentally gets a lot of assets, sends down joy from the sky and satisfies the pause to surround him.

The cloudhawk did not expect that, after the conflict in the tavern, the mercenaries, instead of punishing him, formally treated the cloudhawk as one of them.

After a whole month of humiliation, are we finally going to make it?