The Godsfall Chronicles

Deadwood Forest Camp is a temporary camp, simple wooden house to collect local materials to build gas, a total of more than a hundred soldiers, generally dressed as Shinto soldiers, but unlike the soldiers seen, these soldiers are 40 years old, it is at the end of the peak period of Shinto Warriors, in another year or two, all aspects of the function will begin to decline rapidly.

The cloud eagle is not looking first at the age of the soldiers, but at the momentum of these soldiers, each of whom spreads plagiarism and deters ordinary beasts by simply standing still. The cloud hawks guessed that the soldiers in the camp were all carefully selected veterans, and that the troops in service would not be ordinary troops, which were the kind of special operations units that reacted quickly.

Only then is every veteran experienced on the battlefield and much more capable of fighting than the active elite forces. It follows that Hell Valley is not only a training camp, but also an elite veterans' camp, and if one day battle breaks out in the wilderness, Hell Valley will soon gather a horrific army of war.

How strong are these veterans?

This sense of oppression is similar to the wilderness masters who met a mad dog in a black flag camp, in other words, these elite veterans are not much less powerful than mad dogs, and several of them are at the rank of captain, even a little stronger than mad dogs.

However, the strength of the veteran is strong, but it does not make the cloud eagle too harsh. After all, the cloud eagle is no longer the original waste-picking teenager, so that even if the veteran really fights, the cloud eagle's strength now against three or five absent, if they want to escape, they cannot catch the cloud eagle by themselves.

What's really embarrassing is the big guy who brought him in.

The only thing that is different is that the big man has a majesty and oppression in his footsteps, and the momentum is not what ordinary small soldiers or small officers can cultivate. This man must have been a brave warrior in the army!

There are more than a hundred retired droughts in a small shitty camp, and a few retired ruthless generals. This has not officially entered Hell's Valley. This camp has so much energy that it can be seen!

These guys have a bad attitude.

I always thought they looked a little disgusted.

The cloud eagle's eyeballs kept spinning. He was trying to get close, but the big man had a cold face and seemed reluctant to say anything. He just led the eagle to a cabin.

“Here we are!” the man opened the wooden door and said, "From today on, you will live in this house. During this time, no talking, no noise, no mess, you will eat, you will drink, you will drink, you will not move, you understand? ”

Shit, I'm here for special training, not jail!

The cloudhawk didn't say anything, just asked: "What am I supposed to do with shit? ”

“Just you pissing a lot? Solve it! ”

“It's not good! ”

“Fuck, where'd you get all that crap? If you're nagging, I'll block your * * * with a stick, I don't think you can pull it out! ”

The cloudhawk just thinks that a certain part is tight. This guy is so sick, he has to clog the daisies if he doesn't agree.

The big man still seemed uncomfortable in the talking room. The stick in his hand knocked directly at the cloud eagle. When the stick was very short distance but burst with a sharp sharp razor only tsunami, it made the cloud eagle look more colorful. When the wooden stick hit, it seemed like an unexpected stick. It was filled with incredible changes, making the cloud eagle feel unable to hide no matter how much, and the end result was to stay in place like fast wood.

Boom!

The cloudhawk was struck in the head by a wooden stick and instantly felt dizzy. The brain was all cracked, almost fainting in the dark in front of him. The big man grabbed the cloud eagle clothes and lifted the cloud eagle up, and the cloud eagle suddenly frightened the cold sweat, this bastard really?

The cloudhawk fell into the little black house in a dog's eating position and the door was shut.

What kind of attitude is that? It's obviously a very normal question, okay? The cloudhawk hurriedly touched his intact ass to relieve himself. If you don't fucking clog yourself with a stick, this camp is full of freaks!

The cloud eagle's heart is already scolded. He has never suffered this kind of bladder since he came out of the road, and he dared not attack. He waved at the little bird who was squirming around him to indicate that he was not dead, but although he was not dead, it was absolutely unbearable to be taken by this stick.

It takes ten seconds to regain consciousness.

The cloudhawk touched the head and was struck by a wooden stick, stunned to find no trauma, not even a bag swollen up, this force seemed to hit the brain directly through the flesh, instantly causing a concussion. Though it was a sneak attack, but with this power, I'm afraid even a frontal attack, a cloud hawk may not be able to retreat completely.

Hell Valley does lie in the Tiger Hidden Dragon and needs to clamp his tail to be a person in the future, otherwise it might mean that someday he will really be mourned by this funny and violent guy.

There are actually two more people in the little black room, the cloud hawk's brain is dizzy and no one can do anything about it, so until now, both of them are dressed in gorgeous clothes, carrying a backpack of walking bags, with an exorcist stick between their waists, needless to say, they also came to Hell Valley for special training.

The cloudhawk didn't squeak, went to the corner to sit down, rubbed still not recovering his head, and was ready to rest.

Who expected footsteps at this time.

Once again, the cabin door was opened, a golden woman was sent in, her slim figure was picked high, her face appeared slightly gloomy. When she saw the shady enclosed environment in the cabin, she couldn't help but frown, the blue eyes swept away, fell on the cloud eagle, and a little more flashing.

The leakage of the house is raining at night, but it is the Spirit Moon Cloud!

But the two came to the camp together, so it's not surprising that they were divided into a cabin. Cloudhawk closed his eyes as if he had not seen them, Ling Moon Cloud walked silently to the final corner and sat down with his knees in his arms, but both eyes never left the cloudhawk.

Four people, four corners, silent, day to night.

The people in the camp did not give any reason, simply brutally forbid to speak, forbid to make noise, forbid to make noise or even leave the cabin for five metres. All eating and drinking lassard solves the problem locally, luckily the little black house can't reach five fingers in the middle of the night, everyone is carrying bags, still can find a container to solve the problem.

With regard to dietary treatment, only one meal per day was given, and when several veterans brought the meal up, several looked green.

Where do people eat this?

The bowl is not a common spirit rice in the sky and cloud realm. It is actually some strange and smelly rootstocks, as well as unknown ants, insects and so on. As for the water, it is also a fresh red liquid, which emits a bloody smell from it. It is presumably a mixed beverage made of some kind of animal blood.

Don't say it's eaten in the stomach.

Just look disgusting!

When the three of them were unhappy, they suddenly heard the chewing sound. When they played along with the sound, they only saw the morning light through the house. The eagle grabbed a few dark rootstocks and put them in his mouth and chewed them up. Each piece was clean to eat. Antworms and other things, like delicious sugar beans, were thrown into his mouth one after the other. He ate them clean. He just had to lick the bowl again, and the bowl was clean to look at his face.

The cloudhawk picked up the animal-blooded beverage and poured it up into his mouth. It almost ran out of drinks, wiped his mouth, threw the dry leather bag aside, and began to keep his eyes closed.

Disgusting, savage, disgusting, inferior!

People eat this stuff, too?

Sooner or later, you'll die of poison!

At the same time, the other two teenagers are no better. They are all born in the Divine Domain. How can they endure such treatment? So they looked at the cloudhawk with arrogance and disdain. If it weren't for the command not to speak, they would have harshly reprimanded this guy for corrupting the image of the Divine Domain Man.

About an hour later, the veterans came in and took the tableware, and Ling Moon Cloud and the other two bowls were full. After the eagle had eaten and drank enough, he found that three people had eaten nothing, and of course he knew what they thought of themselves. He cursed back in his heart: idiot!

You can basically guess the intent this time.

Divine domain people are habitual and are young and handsome. Hell Valley definitely wants to quench the sharp energy before the special training begins, so that they can get out of the comfort and restraint of the divine domain in a timely manner. These people are now pretending to be noble, but after all, people are human beings, in the face of the threat of survival, can they not eat or drink for a few days? However, it is foreseeable that the test will last a long time.

In that case, time cannot be wasted. The cloudhawk grabbed a little jade bottle from the bag for a while. This is a jade bottle filled with Dan medicine. Although dry food and water and other things will be taken away after entering the camp, these are kept.

The cloud eagle poured out a perfectly blue Dan Wan, and threw it into its mouth. This is a pure Lindane made by the Temple with unique recipes and materials. It is mainly a secret medicine to help cultivate the spirit. Recently, it is mainly to improve the physical condition. However, it has never used this medicine. Now that it is locked in a small black house, why not take the opportunity to try the effect?

Pure Lindane quickly emerged. After this effect, it was not found in any part of the body, but directly in the brain, as if there were countless tiny needles, which were constantly stuck in the brain to make the cloud hawk feel the constant tingling sensation.

The cloud eagle completely emptied his mind into a state of meditation in the sky. He began to feel the myriad of hazy fogs in his consciousness. The fog was slowly spinning in the sea, like a newborn nebula. In the process, it seeped a drop of liquid from the inside as if it were raining, falling into a river not wide below.

This river is the Spiritual River of the Cloud Eagle.

The spiritual power of the cloud eagle is basically entirely inherited from the former owner of the monstrous stone, and the infinite spiritual ocean of the havoc contains unimaginable power, even if it inherits only a small part, which gives the cloud eagle the ability to stand still enough. Now the cloudhawk has discovered in great detail that he can be raised by practicing himself, even if he does not rely on the direct power inherited from the stones.

Most importantly, the cloud eagle is clearly going up fast, basically not under any genius in Sky Cloud City. If there are any more monstrous stone inheritance aids in this state, wouldn't the future power have the chance to surpass the former owner of the monstrous stone?