The aura emanating from the leader makes people feel fear and hatred at the same time.It was a body that had been highly alienated after abandoning its human identity.The real name of the leader was Janhus.1 Born in 1371 as a thinker, philosopher, and reformer of the Zecor, he devoted his life to the service of the Order of the Light, but was condemned to the stake in 1415 as a heretic for denying the authority of the Pope and opposing the passage of indulgences.Before the execution of the burning, a civil society group approached the desperate Hus.One of them, a man with a similar appearance but a mysterious identity, took the initiative to replace Hus's identity and substitute Hus's punishment.Huss was so resentful that he decided to follow the men out of the land that had disappointed him.There was a war in the country, known as the Hussite War.Believing that Hus was not guilty of death, he gathered several times and stormed the defenses of the Imperial Army.Although these people were eventually suppressed by the Holy Roman Empire, they succeeded in shaking the prestige of the Holy Light Cult in society and weakening the influence of the Church.Set off in a horse-drawn carriage all the way to Portugal in the west, and finally board a long-pole sailing ship arranged by a mysterious gang.The moment he boarded the boat, Huss glanced back at the land that made him sad, shook his head, and said his final goodbye in silence.The voyage across the North Atlantic was not without its challenges, as they experienced god-like storms, sunshine and deadly whirlpools.The small gang sacrificed a lot on the way west, and in the end only five or six people were left on board to keep the sailboat running, and the others were already tragically killed.There was not much water and food left on the ship, and in that terrible storm the dry food in their grain warehouses was wet and already smelling in the sun.The ship's crew was already hungry, and their eyes were full of thirst for food and water.It was another day on the sea, and one of the crew members jumped from the boat into the water in a trance.Not far away, the sharks seemed to feel the breath of death spreading from the ship, and were already waiting in the middle of the sea for a delicious meal to be delivered to their door.Huss held on to the wooden railing on the side of the boat and saw the crew make a splash after jumping into the water.Then he was gone, except for the scarlet that slowly spread from the surface of the water and the hood on the sailor's hand.Patches of triangular dorsal fins show their murderous intent on the water, waiting for the next little lamb with a psychological breakdown.Hus folded his hands and said a final prayer for the sailor who could not hold on.Sailing on the sea, day after day, is boring, but one day they seem to see hope.It is a small black dot that appears on the sea level, symbolizing the landing of the land.The presence of land may be a symbol of water and food, and may even give these exhausted sailors a chance to recuperate.Although it is not recorded on the charts, they adjusted the direction of their voyage and headed towards the island.The sailboat slowly approached the island, and Hus saw the view of the island through the monocular he carried with him.The slow rise of a pillar of smoke in the sky symbolized signs of human activity on the island, and the news made the people on board cheer."
I'm craving beer!
Music!
And women!
”"I want food!
Lots of food!
”"Dream on you!
I want it all!
It's all mine!
”The crew members discussed excitedly, but Huss seemed to feel a hint of unease.Vaguely, he seemed to feel a large black shadow looming over the island, as if it were being watched by the devil, nay, even Satan.But he couldn't let this unprovoked instinct make everyone reverse direction, the people on the ship were already desperate for life on the ship, and the supplies on the ship were not enough, so they reversed course and went on the same route.The sailboat successfully landed on this mysterious island on the beach.The soft white sand on the beach, the gentle crashing waves on the shore, and the fruit-bearing coconut trees are refreshing.This is the first good news to set foot on this small island.On this small island, natural resources are readily available.The crew first gathered firewood and then lit a bonfire with flint and steel.There are quite a few plump fish swimming in the clear waters, which seem to be chasing in the water carefree.The crew caught a few fish with harpoons equipped with the boat, and the gutts were removed and made into grilled fish.A sprinkle of sea salt makes for a rare meal.As the waves wash away, many brightly colored shells emerge from under the sand, and with coconut water, it is a sweet soup.Although there was no wine to accompany them, the crew was still happily singing and dancing around the campfire to celebrate the luck of getting supplies.Huss also drank a coconut in his hand, fresh water was so precious in these days of sailing.I can only drink one sip a day, and my lips are already chapped and peeling due to lack of water.The sweet coconut juice moistened his dry throat, and the hint of sweetness slipped from the tip of his tongue, making Huss sigh."
It's good to be alive."
Huss thought to himself.He didn't understand why someone would die for him.He had been thinking about this question for a long, long time on the ship, but the man would not allow Hus to refuse.There was a frenzy of fire in the man's eyes, and he seemed to be doing something very great.Huss shook his head and stopped thinking about it.The crew kindly handed Hus a grilled fish and a bowl of coconut clam soup to him.As they feasted, there were many pairs of eyes in the jungle staring at the intruding strangers.Through eye contact, one of them took out the bow and arrow on his back and shot an arrow not far away from Huss and the others.A long arrow made of wood plunged straight into the soft sand, sending a splash of sand onto the crew's bodies.The unsuspecting crew instinctively avoided the arrow's attack from the shadows after hearing the sound of the bow and arrow breaking through the air.A tall, lean man with dark skin and a primitive leather coat walked out of the dense forest.He was barefoot, had tattoos painted with white paint, and had several brightly colored feathers on his head.Gazing at the outsiders with a sharp eye like an eagle's eye, he stretched out his right hand holding the longbow and pulled the longbow's string made of animal tendons.A sound echoed through the air, and the crew reacted and shouted an enemy attack, turning to look at the man with a warning meaning.Because the disembarkation was too hasty, the crew's weapons were left on the ship, and at this time they were unarmed.They could only hold the harpoon they used to fish, and make a fierce appearance, confronting the man.The man muttered something in a language they didn't understand to the crew members who had come to the island, but Huss vaguely assumed it was the lost Sikkur language.2 The crew shouted for some reason, they had been living in a depressed mood, and at this time they longed for a cathartic channel.The representative of the island's indigenous inhabitants shook their heads when they found that their language was not in line with that of the Caucasians.He drew a line on the sand with his longbow, then pulled out a long arrow from the quiver that had been hollowed out of wood from his waist and stuck it in the ground.Glancing meaningfully at the restless crowd, he left a strong back on the crowd and slowly walked back to the depths of the jungle.A few crew members or two clamored to catch up with the native, but were persuaded by Hus."
Calm down, if you rush into someone else's territory, you will only fall into a trap!"
As soon as Huss was justified, the crew stopped their restlessness and continued to eat their feast.Since coming to this island, the inner uneasiness has become more and more intense, and the appearance of the lean man seems to send a message of kindness to Hus."
Let's go!"
Huss didn't know how to express this to the crew, but when they heard that they were sure to set sail tomorrow morning, Huss let go of his hanging heart.The sun is slowly setting, and the temperature on the beach has plummeted and become a little cold.The biting wind whipped the crew's bodies, and they couldn't help but pull their clothes tight and keep warm by the campfire.During the day, they have collected a lot of coconuts and even found a lot of game.The most surprising thing was a fat wild boar, and the dried pork of this wild boar was enough to save them a lot of worry on their journey.The weather in this part of the ocean is calm, very different from the madness in the Atlantic.At night, you can see the stars shining in the sky and the bright moon.Hus sensed something was wrong, and he didn't know when the sharks that were following them were gone."
Maybe it's just that the sharks can't get to the dive area."
Huss comforted himself.Under the moonlight, some areas of the island reflect an evil white light.Huss glanced through his monoculars, only to see that they were huge stone tablets.From the telescope, the words engraved on the stele could not be seen.Huss scanned the surroundings with a telescope and found that there was a stone tablet about every 100 meters.In the center of the island is a large altar around which the natives are dancing and reciting strangely pronounced texts.An old man of about eighty years of age, naked and covered in white tattoos, wields a cane on the altar with a skull at the top.The entire cane appears to be made of bone, and the end of the cane is sharpened to resemble a bone knife.A young girl in the prime of life opened her eyes wide, revealing a pitiful expression, and her hands were tied behind her back.She was naked, but covered in paint.The maiden was placed in the center of the altar, and the old man, who seemed to be presiding over the ritual, walked up to the maiden, stretched out his hand and stroked her forehead gently.Huss thought it was a rite of passage, so he didn't pay much attention to it, he put down his monoculars and rubbed his eyes.Huss yawned and fell asleep by the campfire.The rest of the crew had already fallen asleep, they were doing the heavy work, and their physical strength was no longer able to keep up, and they were snoring loudly and dreaming.The sacrifice of the original inhabitants continued, and the old man's next action would have made Hus feel very alarmed if he saw it.Tears fell from the old man's eyes, and he leaned over to the girl's ear and said in the ancient language, "For the reproduction of the tribe, I can only sacrifice you." ”The girl blinked and smiled at what was about to happen to her.Huss didn't see in his monoculars a strangely shaped statue behind the old man.The earthen statue squatted on a large monument that read, "On the night of the full moon, offering the blood of a maiden will keep out the things of darkness." ”At the back of the monument, there are three murals smeared with blood.The remaining void will be filled tonight.This is a revelation from the gods.The tribe doesn't know who the gods they worship are or what their powers are, but every hundred years, the gods give revelations through special souls.Tonight is the night of the sacrifice.The old man stabbed the girl in the chest with the sharp knife at the end of his cane, but it did not penetrate deeply.The girl's skin oozed drops of blood, and it flew into the air, condensing behind the rock monument, and slowly became the frame of a mural.A dark mist suddenly appeared from the surface of the sea, slowly gathering around the island.Hus, who had not fallen asleep for a long time, suddenly felt a chill, as evil as a demon whispering in his ear.He woke up from his sleep with a stir.He opened his eyes and saw a black mist condensed on the shore.At this time, the sailboats docked on the shore had gradually been shrouded in black fog, and only the first half of the sailboats were still illuminated by the moonlight.Huss was so upset that he immediately shouted to wake up the crew around him.Two crew members woke up and rushed to the sailboat as soon as possible, trying to get on board to retrieve weapons to deal with unknown dangers.By the time they removed their weapons from the cabin, the black mist had quietly engulfed the entire ship.They couldn't see their fingers in the black fog, so they could only jump off the boat and run back to the beach with their memories.This nameless black mist seemed to contain impurities, and the two crew members felt their breathing become difficult.Every breath was hot, worse than accidentally swallowing a cigarette in my mouth.They feel the pressure on their lungs and move slowly.Suddenly, one of the crew members was trapped in his right foot by something wet but soft.It was a long, barbed tongue that swept him off the ground and into the air.The other crew member could only hear his futile screams, followed by several chewing and swallowing sounds from the black mist."
Bones."
A skull with foul-smelling slime spat out of the dark object's mouth and rolled at the feet of the other crew member.The crew let out an irrational scream, anger and madness in his eyes."
My brother!!"
He swung the long knife he had taken from the cabin, a long knife he had inherited from his ancestors, capable of easily chopping through hard aspen wood.But the blow of the long knife slashed at the long, flexible tongue, and a few sparks splashed.The tiger's mouth was cracked by a powerful shock, and then the crew's ancestral long knife cracked in response.The long knife that shattered into pieces and fell to the ground instantly annihilated the anger of the crew, and he knew at this time that it was a monster in the black mist.