The Godsfall Chronicles

Dry season, dusk, 1016.

The sandy wilderness is immortal, the dead yellow wild grass is full of horizons, some areas are sparse, some areas are lush, occasionally reveal a bare sand, like a scalp with diarrhea and hair loss, bushes can be seen everywhere, releasing resilient life from barren land, while revealing the feeling of depletion and ruin.

When the wind blows through, the wild grass waves and stretches for hundreds of miles, the bugs scream and the beasts roar. There is a flame in the center, like a candle flame swinging in the dark. It appears to be a relic of an ancient oval stadium, half of which merges with the mountains, while the remnants of the other half are converted into colonies.

The agglomeration camps relied mainly on fire basins and lantern lighting, and some traveled the streets with luminous plants like pumpkins. The buildings were generally dilapidated and occasionally appeared on one or two fine wooden buildings, mostly engraved with the symbols of a church or chamber of commerce.

Pedestrians are weaving, rushing, dressed beggars, tattooed, fierce criminals, and gorgeous businessmen. This kind of place seems to be commonplace.

The tavern is full of stingy sweat, the fierce thugs are drinking and drinking, the gamblers are betting around the ring, and the quiet travelers are sitting in the corner tasting wine.

A woman walks in, short brown hair, brown eyes, full of tempting breasts, round, buttocks, only wearing a tight leather jacket, wearing an ordinary traveller's cape, she goes straight to the bar and sits down, knocks gently on the iron cast bar and says out loud: "Give me a glass of wine, the most expensive, the best, strong enough! ”

There was a whistle on all sides of the bar.

All men's eyes focused on this woman.

In this way, women are superior in character and appearance. Even in this place, it is rare, and she appears here alone. It is inevitable that someone will have a distorted mind.

When a man with a scar walked in, he revealed his pocket and crisp voice from inside: "Girl, tell me, how much do you want for a night's sleep? ”

“No money!” This woman simply pulled out a black stick and patted it on the iron bar, making a crisp noise, “as long as you had the guts to go into my room! ”

Scarface's face clotted because the woman threw something out, and a stick that looked plain black, with sharp edges, looked like a triple prism tube.

An exorcist? Demon hunter!

Scar's face retreated, and everyone else was quiet as a cicada.

Because of the dim lights in the tavern, people are only now noticing the pattern on this woman's clothes, which is the symbol of the Guild of Hunters, a cloud hunter from the Guild of Hunters.

The members of the Guild of Hunters are generally non-family-born civilian background hunters, and therefore rarely serve in the Sky Cloud City army or temple. They are relatively sparsely regulated and relatively loose, but are also known as monster hunters because they follow the Sky Cloud Codex and the Guild of Hunters, and usually live from the presence of cloud marchers, the maintenance of local security, the extermination of threats or monsters.

But the hunter is the hunter.

It is not for these ordinary people to sin.

At this time, a mixed glass of wine was pushed in front of her. The brown short-haired beauty took it up and sniffed it gently. She didn't even look at it and drank it. She only felt hot and spicy. It burst from her throat into her abdomen and spread all over her body, causing her wheat-colored face to faint red when she paused.

“Good wine, good wine! Didn't expect to be able to drink this kind of good stuff in such a shithole.” Short-haired beauty praises, “one more! ”

“I'm sorry, this wine is fine. Please pay first. ”

A low-pitched bass man remembered in his ear, the short haired beauty raised her head to see, this man with a strong body, dark skin with some oil, a feeling of copper water pouring, short hair with a fine inch, three scars above and below his left eye, more manly as a decoration, he wore a large leather trench coat with a short sword embedded with gems between his waist, those slightly dimpled eyes were extremely aggressive, one pair of eyes like a cold cold cold.

Men are plain and mediocre, but impressive and hard to forget when you see them.

The woman was very unhappy: “Can I still rely on it? ”

The bar owner smiled, "Five Divine Domain Silver Coins! Thank you!”

The woman opened her eyes and mouth at the same time. Five silver coins were enough to buy a barrel of fine wine. She felt blackmailed. Even the hunter dared to blackmail her. It was lawless. She immediately slapped the table with anger: “Five silver coins? Why don't you go rob it! I don't have that much money! Only an exorcist. Take it if you have the guts! ”

“This tavern has no credit.” The bar owner looks down at the exorcism stick, "okay, then take it as collateral. ”

The woman who saw the bar owner really reached out to get the exorcism stick, her face suddenly changed dramatically, she wondered if this clay didn't know she was a hunter? The hunter's weapons are robbed. This guy's dead!

Suddenly.

Female lightning knife ready to split the hands of the tavern owner.

Who knew the owner of the tavern had a slap on the wrist and gently punched his finger against her back.

The woman shouted and withdrew several steps in a row, feeling her right hand numb and unconscious, as if she had been electrocuted. The bar owner in the black leather trench coat put the exorcism stick away and threw it inside the bar. He glanced back and glanced at her lightly: “I've kept the stick for you, save enough money for the wine and come back for it. ”

The woman's face was gloomy, the two of them were fighting for a moment, and the whole bar could see no more than three people clearly. Although she had not officially fought the mysterious bar owner, she had already felt that the man's strength was far above her, I'm afraid.

A district tavern owner.

Why is it so deep and unpredictable?

“It's five silver coins, I'll give it to you tomorrow! ”

The demon hunter drank a lot of wine and his weapon was stolen. If it got out, it wouldn't be a good reputation. He had to bite his teeth to bear it. She dared not stay in the tavern and left the tavern in a gray manner.

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

“Look at her, she's probably just become a hunter for two days! ”

“I can't even pull out five silver coins, and this hunter is poor enough! ”

A new drinker glanced at the boss and couldn't help but wonder: "Brother, what does this boss do? I've never seen a hunter eat! ”

“All I know is his nickname is Snake, which seems to have just arrived six months ago.” A drunken drinker hiccups, "as to what? Who knows! It's not surprising that the sands are hiding dragon tigers. Don't ask them if they're useless. Drink. Drink. ”

Staggered preparation, boxing, gambling, rejoicing in the tavern.

Everyone seems to have never happened.

Because it's normal that this is neither the wilderness nor the divine domain, this is the buffer zone between the two, the so-called edge.

The sand battalion is the only colony on the fringes, where wilderness masters sneak in and the powerful men of the divine realm stand. Because it is too close to the divine domain, wilderness forces are afraid to build here again, and because it does not belong to the real divine domain, the divine domain people are also lazy to manage this place, and over time it has become a mixed place for snake dragons.