The Godsfall Chronicles

A few days later, the eagle dismantled the wire and is expected to recover thoroughly for another three or five days.

This is the most comfortable time of the year. Not only do cloud eagles not need to be sandbagged as usual, they lie down every day, eat meat for three meals, and come down for a few days.

After a few days of this life, the eagles are hoping to heal slowly.

This serious injury awakened, there was a lot of progress on all sides, the cloud hawk didn't feel the sudden surge improvement, the dream was probably a dream after all, the cloud hawk didn't pay much attention to it, so he threw it behind his head casually.

Day five.

Cloud eagle wounds have largely recovered.

Mantis called him in to help.

Mantis's studio, some kind of specimen soaked in a table, and tubes with tube racks of different sizes and sizes of liquids, all kinds of rudimentary and rough tools, were commonplace to him.

The cloud hawk removed a newly arrived body and placed it on the anatomical table, which was a young woman who was not expected to die for long. From the looks of her skinny bones, she probably died of starvation. Such bodies were everywhere.

“Mantis, what are you studying today?” The cloudhawk is ready with a clip and a knife: "Heart, liver, lungs, whatever! ”

Although the wounds have not healed, there is more than enough to do.

Mantis blood has just reached out from the belly of a guy who has been ripped open. If the cloud eagle is a new arrival, he may still be a little uncomfortable. He has been in the group for more than a month now. He has done this many times himself, so he doesn't feel uncomfortable.

Huang Quan mercenaries three captains.

Mantis is the most elusive.

Mantis is particularly culturally knowledgeable. He can refine and formulate medicines to treat the injuries from the messy mutated plants. The injury can heal so quickly. All because of the mantis relationship, the cloud eagle admires him.

The cloudhawk has never seen a mantis do it.

But even if the mantis were physically alone, he wouldn't be afraid to eat at this age.

“Hang it up. ”

When a cloud hawk hears a mantis instruction, it's a slight glimpse, and this guy's not going to do some weird experiments, is he? But there was no bullshit, and he strapped the body to his arm and hung it.

Mantis pulled out a silver revolver pistol and placed it on the table.

When the cloudhawk saw this revolver, it was stunned. The gun was stolen by the cloudhawk from the red nose, but then the cloudhawk passed out and the gun disappeared. The cloudhawk thought it had been confiscated by the cunning fox. After all, the gun was an expensive item. It was also a waste for a rookie like the cloudhawk to hold it.

“Shit, isn't that my gun? You took it! ”

Cloud eagles are responsible for all the chores in the mercenary corps, including the maintenance of firearms and so are basically unfamiliar with firearms.

Mantis pulled out an orange yellow bullet and placed it on the table.

What's that supposed to mean?

The cloud eagle was a little stunned.

Mantis pushed his glasses, and the lens flashed cold, unable to see his eyes. He reached out and hung a finger in front of the body, saying in a consistently cold tone: "You shoot it as fast as you can. ”

“Isn't that good? ”

Cloudhawk certainly had no ridiculous idea of disrespecting the body.

He's thinking about shooting dead people and wasting bullets!

“Do it! ”

The mantis gourd doesn't know what medicine to sell, but if it persists, it can't be helped. This ice cube face is never different, not to mention the taste of live shooting, which the cloud eagle has always wanted to experience.

Pick up the pistol, put out the nest, shove it in the bullet, turn gently, and the nest returns to position.

Cloud Eagle has no experience with guns, but for some reason, he feels incredibly skilled, just when he has to pull the trigger to lift the gun.

Boo!

A cold ray scraped across his face and shot him.

Boom!

Hershey is a narrow, cold scalpel, precisely inserted into the corpse's eyebrow, even measured by the most precise scale, which is definitely the right center position, no slight deviation, the blade completely stabbed in.

The cloudhawk felt his bite muscle seemed powerless and his entire chin fell off voluntarily, staring into a pair of eyes and his face was incredible.

“Draw, load, shoot, you took four seconds, and I cut your throat in a third of a second. ”

This is the first time I've seen a mantis do it.

The cloudhawk didn't expect the mantis to be so powerful!

“Remember, the more sophisticated, sophisticated and advanced a weapon is, the more dangerous it is for the user, and if it depends on it, it is not far from death. A really good weapon, visible everywhere, easy to pick up, simple and fast, a really good killer, grass and trees can kill. ”

For more than a month, the mantis has never said so much in a breath, and the cloudhawk has a feeling of re-knowing each other.

He's a very skilled doctor, a strange scientist who likes to rip open bodies and find mutant tissue, and a magical pharmacist who can extract drugs from mutant plants, but now it looks like these are just paraoccupations!

Cunning foxes are gunmen, mad dogs are warriors, and mantis is a killer.

Mantis is not necessarily more evolved than cunning foxes and mad dogs, but killers are not necessarily the strongest, but they are definitely the most dangerous, and cloudhawks would rather piss off a madman like mad dogs, or even an insidious guy like cunning foxes, than piss off a venomous snake like mantis!

The cloudhawk made a flying knife move: "How can I be like this? ”

“Your work is done, let's go.” Mantis is a self-cleaning tool: “Take your gun! ”

The eagle was a little upset, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he almost jumped excitedly. This guy is cold on the surface, in fact, he's still a hot-headed person. Not only did he keep so many weapons for the cloud eagle, but he also taught the cloud eagle a lesson.

Firearms and bullets are hard-currency in the wilderness and can always be exchanged for some food at any given time.

Fearing that the mantis would regret it, the eagle immediately took the gun and left.

Mantis beat up his own body and never changed his face.

When he returned to the cabin, he took out his pistol, and he caressed it a few times with excitement, as if he were touching the lover's hand, in a mood that had never been so excited.

The cloud hawk knows that the real expensive consumption is bullets compared to guns. Most mercenaries do not use firearms because they are too expensive, and every kilo of fresh, mutant animal meat is just 10 pistol rounds, unless they are top experts like cunning foxes, most people do not like to use guns for economic reasons.

Anyway.

This is the first precious property owned by a cloud hawk.

The cloudhawk lay on the bed, the gun was next to it, even if there was only one bullet, there was an extra sense of security in the mind, and now everything was moving in the right direction.

The eagle took a long breath of relief.

He was just about to blow out the candles and go to sleep.

Who knows, a few very loud and hurried sounds suddenly echoed over the camp.

When!

When!

When!

The serenity in the cover of the night was shattered and the clouds hawk had never heard such a sound, like a loud bell banging, bright and long, so suddenly sounding and a little disturbing.

Cloudhawk doesn't know what's going on.

However, for more than a month in the camp, he had not been as reckless as he had been at first, but had carefully pushed the door open to observe and had not rushed out at a loss.

The black flag camp seems to have become very chaotic, with many people running around with torches and countless shouting and rioting sounds.

The cloudhawk heard an awesome, fearful cry.

“Beast tide! ”

“The tide of beasts is coming! ”

The cloud hawk has been in the camp for more than a month, he knows exactly what the concept is of the beast tide, immediately a cold intention poured straight into his pores, hard to contain fear quickly sprouted in his heart... Oops!

Boom!

The wooden door kicked open.

Three camp guards rushed in and came up to arrest him without saying a word.

“What for?”

“When the tide of beasts strikes, men go to war, frighteners, die! ”

The entire camp was chaotic and the camp guards caught people everywhere, as long as men were driven out like ducks into a temporary unit.

Cloud eagles have no opportunity to explain, and explanations are of little use. Yellow Springs mercenaries, as an important combat force, will certainly not be safer where they go. He was sent to a team of more than 200 people.

The chirp chirps.

A camp guard, dressed in steel armor, walked over, wearing at least two or three layers of leather or armor, a half-faced respiratory mask, and the other camp guards saw him standing beside him, a well-equipped and rugged young man apparently the leader, "I'm Captain Ryan, a member of the Black Flag Camp elite, who commands your defense this time. ”

Captain Ryan's pronunciation was very strenuous and each syllable jammed like throwing a wrench in a rolling gear, with a deep scar around his neck, presumably due to a wound to the vocal cord.

“Now there's a bunch of mutants about to attack the camp! ”

“Pick up your weapons and guard the camp. Blood fight is over! ”

Captain Ryan sighs like a low nightingale and is also chilling.