It was an abandoned bird's nest, and there were no birds living in it for a long time, and now lying in it was a lone human head with its eyes closed.As the butterfly returned, the human head suddenly opened his eyes and smiled.Chapter 6 Leon is full This is the new way of fighting that Leon has researched, in addition to his head, every bit of his flesh and blood has extremely strong activity and devouring, in short, he can live by chopping into meat sauce.But when it is dispersed, it does not produce more consciousness, and there is still only one self.Seeing the rat being chested, Leon wasn't sure if the mage goblin's acid magic bullet would hurt him as well.He actually wanted to give it a try, but in the end he gave up on dying, and instead killed the magic goblin first to see the state of the world, there was no shortage of opportunities to die.Well?
Have goblins run to the stream?
Regaining his body, Leon sat on a branch and played with the nest, and instead of eating the last few goblins, he let the flesh butterflies continue to chase after them.The panicked goblins also saw the stream, and they wanted to turn around, but behind them were an overwhelming array of blood butterflies.The goblins screamed in despair and rushed into the stream.The stream was actually very shallow, and Leon's little short legs were only a dozen steps to cross it.Goblins were similar, but after only three or four steps, the goblins stopped and began to struggle.Their movements are as if they are not stepping on a gentle stream, but a swamp that sucks people in.Those docile currents of water just made it difficult for them to move an inch, and after a few seconds, the water began to flow up the goblin's body, but in a few seconds, the goblin was wrapped in transparent water.The goblins opened their mouths in suffocation, but only exhaled a few bubbles, their bodies melting rapidly, and even beating when their hearts melted.The blisters that enveloped the goblins were still clear, and they snapped and shattered in unison, returning to the clear, flowing stream.It feels a bit like me, we're all predators.So, I wasn't hurt before because I was by the stream all the time and didn't step into it?
It's not right, it seems that I remember stepping into it.However, as I had just thought, the opportunity to die came, and the flesh and blood butterflies that drove the goblins all the way gathered together, turning into another headless Leon, and he walked all the way to the stream, and stood still, and the stream seemed to be innocently flowing, just like normal water.Is this also racist?
Leon crouched down, and the water he picked up flowed back into the water from between his fingers.He turned into a headless goblin, still unresponsive.I add a head and do not respond to X3.The achievement of death was not achieved, and it seemed to be the water of water, and I made up my mind to pretend to be dead.Leon wasn't sure if it was full or scared of himself, and he conceded.
The body turned back into a butterfly and flew back, following the guidance of the little snake he had placed in the woods all the way, and returned to the big tree.Ten days later, Hillside Village, John's Blacksmith Shop.Big John is a grumpy and rude man, but his wealth can be ranked in the top ten at least in the hillside village, and even if he dies two wives, he can marry a beautiful wife Phoebe who is only fifteen years old at the age of thirty-four.After the day he nearly killed Phoebe, no one in the village, including Phoebe's parents, blamed Big John.On the contrary, they look at Phoebe as she goes out with pity or ill-will.Even families that already have unmarried daughters are starting to contact Big John, and their daughters are about to marry the rich Big John!
Phoebe hurried to the church with a basket, and although she was the wife of Big John, Big John gave her only a pitiful household every month, and a very strict monthly audit, and the only sacrifices she could use were flowers and some wild fruits that she picked every morning.Thank you, Father Fitrason.Thank you to the gods of nature.Phoebe laid down the offering, crossed her hands on her chest, and bowed reverently.Big John stopped beating her and didn't touch her anymore, it was all from before that day, and the current days are, for Phoebe, a life like a legend.She thinks it's all about the great priests, or what the gods did.Fetrasen looked sympathetically at the young girl, who was already a wife, and every time she came, he feared that it would be the last time: if something happens next time, shout as loud as you can, your house is not too far from the church, and I will rush to it as soon as I hear it.Thank you, thank you.Phoebe left, and the priest who had been wiping the altar couldn't help but come over and ask: Father, why didn't you let her divorce John?
As the only church priest, I do have the ability to do that, but do you think her parents will take her in as the local custom says that a divorced woman can only return to her parents' house?
I even feared that they would force her to sell her body.Something like this has happened, hasn't it?
The young priest's face turned ugly, and it was indeed the local custom that the women who worked in the taverns and the women's quarters, with the exception of a few outsiders, were mostly women who had been driven back to their mother's homes by their husbands.Then we can let her come to church, do help, and give her my share of the salary.Child, you must know that although we have built a church, the locals do not believe in our gods very much, they just need a church that can provide divine magic for adventurers, and the church of our god of nature is the cheapest mainstream orthodox church.Forgive me for saying that, great god of nature.Fr.
Fitrassen bowed to the vines behind him, and the implementation of the doctrine needed to be subtle, and it would not be beneficial for us to interfere with the local customs until then.The priest obviously had a lot to say, but at this moment the door of the church was suddenly slammed open with a bang, and a crowd of people, adventurers and locals, mixed in, rushed in with one man: the priest!
Help me!
The priest immediately ran backwards, he saw blood, it was supposed to be a wound, and he was going to fetch the priest's usual toolbox.When the priest returned, the injured had already been placed on the altar, and the priest couldn't help twitching his nose a few more times as he walked over, and there was a strong smell of barbecued meat, and he didn't know who was eating.Followers of the gods of nature do not need to abstain from fasting, but as priests in this impoverished place, they do not always have access to delicious fresh meat.There was no need, he had already reviewed the bosom of the god of nature.Fetrathon shook his head at the priest.The priest subconsciously glanced at the deceased, and immediately turned pale and had the urge to gag.The man lying there, he was already roasted.Most of the clergyman's body was black or red, and the flesh of his entire chin had been burned off the bones, revealing jagged teeth and red and white jawbones, and the heat of the roast came from him.O God!
The priest screamed, but he still stubbornly held back and didn't spit it out, what happened?!
He was drunk, covered in wine, and accidentally slept in the iron-making furnace, and then a villager said, gesticulating a bang.Although we rushed over as soon as we heard the voice, he was already like that.It's a risk-taker.And all the people in the house took off their hats, regardless of the god they believed, and they all took off their hats and said together, "May John the Great have eternal peace in the kingdom of God."
The corners of Father Fetrasen's lips twitched, but he nodded and replied: I hope he can.The priest who struggled with the urge to vomit was stunned for a moment, he did not expect the dead to be Big John, but finally gave up the intention of taking another look.Phoebe, supported by her mother and several other middle-aged women, also arrived at the church, covering her face with a handkerchief and crying.The village chief, the grocery store owner, the tavern owner, Big John's uncle, and Phoebe's father, first discussed the funeral with the priest, and then began to discuss the inheritance.The village chief coughed and was about to start speaking, but Phoebe, who had always been timid, opened his mouth: I will contribute two-thirds of Great John's property to the god of nature.The people present were in an uproar, and the village chief's face became gloomy: Do you know what you mean?
Phoebe.I know, don't you think it's right to give your possessions to God?
Phoebe wiped her tears, the smithy is the property of the church from this day forward.Fr.
Fetrasson, I'm sorry, but I can only give you the shop directly, because I don't know how to sell it.And all the proceeds from the sale of it belong to the blacksmith.All I need is the house, and two acres of land.Of course, I'm going to sell these too, does anyone want to buy them?
The village chief opened his mouth and finally did not mention the blacksmith shop, even if they did not worship the gods of nature, but □□ were not easy to desecrate: after selling the house and land, are you going back to live in your parents' house?
Phoebe's mother immediately hugged Phoebe's arm: Of course!
We can feed her!
My poor Phoebe, who lost her support at a young age!
She put her mouth to Phoebe's ear, and the spit even wet Phoebe's side face, in fact, you can not sell the blacksmith shop, your brother can be a good blacksmith, and we can pay for you to worship God.No, I'm not going home, I'm going to town.Phoebe bit her bottom lip.Town!
Phoebe's mother screamed, what do you live on when you go to town?!
Do you want to be a woman?
Perhaps.Phoebe glanced at her and pulled her hand hard from her mother's arm.
Coming out, I was going to stay in church and pray for my poor husband, hoping that when he died, God would give him the treatment he deserved.She sat in the front row of the church, facing the trunk of the vine, closed her eyes with joy and pleasure, and began to pray intently.Phoebe's mother scolded angrily and tried to pull her daughter back, but she received a strong slap from her husband, and she could only follow the others out of the church unwillingly.Chapter 7 When the village chief came to the door, the priest said, "Mr. village chief, I will ask Moore to get the metal sales license from the blacksmith shop of Big John later."
The village chief's footsteps froze, and he didn't even look back, just nodded haphazardly and left.When there was no one else, the priest sat down next to Phoebe.Phoebe, now that there are more and more adventurers in Hillside Village, a metal sales license can sell a lot of money, and the blacksmith shop occupies not only two-thirds of his property, but nearly four-fifths, and I will give you the difference later.The priest knew that Phoebe wanted to refuse, so he said directly, don't refuse, you need to live.The God of Nature wants all things to flourish, not for His people to sell their bodies for survival.If you believe in Him, please live a happier life.Thank God, thank you, Father Phoebe smiled with tears in her eyes.If I suddenly popped up and told this girl that I saved her, how would she react?
Leon, who was still sitting in the tree, pinched his chin and muttered, he had now basically learned the language of the hillside village and the local common sense, although some adventurers did not know the language yet, but he could learn it slowly after he had an official status.He also had clothes and shoes, so he didn't have to continue walking the birds, manipulating what John had sent.Subconscious: Scream at you demon!
, shouting at the identity Father save me!
The hand pinching his chin was lowered, Leon looked up at the sky, today is the middle of the month, and he can only see the big moon: In fact, it's not strange that no one is waiting for me in the original world, who would love a monster?
The subconscious jumped up, and countless pairs of eyes full of fear, accompanied by screams, circulated in his mind.Leon stretched out his hands to the moon, and his fingers turned into misshapen mouths with sharp teeth open, and they opened and closed with a clatter, and the moon seemed to be taken into his mouth and chewed and swallowed.The next day, the adventurers entered the forest in groups.The forest near the hillside village is called the Ramande Jungle, which is divided into two halves by the Kaitra Mountains, with a larger area in the north and an entrance to an underground passage.Because of the towering mountains, monsters can barely get over, and the southern forest used to be an ordinary forest with only a few forest monsters.Knowing that there was a landslide twenty years ago, the Kaitra Mountains were broken out of many openings, and a large number of monsters poured into the south from the north, and at one time the monsters in the south were even more terrifying than in the north, until the neighboring two countries built a fortress on the largest gap in the mountain range, but the southern forest still irreversibly became a demonic forest.The location of Hillside Village is the outermost part of the Lamand Forest in the south, which is suitable for low-level adventurers to hunt monsters for a short period of time, and for mid-to-high-level adventurers to use as a starting point for long-term hunting.But although every inch of the outermost forest has been trampled by the adventurers' boots, the monsters are alive (and dead, of course), and they are moving (or flowing or flying), so there will always be accidents every once in a while, and there will always be unlucky ghosts who fall into this accident.A man and a woman were running frantically, it was morning, but there was inky darkness around them.Both adventurers wore a pair of glasses that glowed in the dark, allowing them to see their surroundings clearly and run at their speed instead of knocking themselves headlong into a tree.Haydn!
The female adventurer pointed to the ground and shouted.It was the second time they had seen them an hour before they had thrown away their stuffed backpacks to run for their lives.Hehehe~Hahaha~Giggles~ The laughter behind him was like a group of children playing a game.Walk!
Mary!
Haydn, a big, bald man, grabbed Mary, changed direction, and continued to run forward.No, we can't run anymore.Mary stopped and grabbed Haydn, our stamina would run out.It's a demon, and it's just a low-level demon, but it's also a demon, and it's not something we can deal with.Giggles!
The laughter came again.Even Mary, who was against it, began to flee with Haydn at this time.Haydn took Mary's hand and let go: Run!
Run, let's run separately!
He urged Mary, who had actually turned in the direction from which the laughter had come.Maybe this guy eats one and can let one go.Mary's footsteps didn't go away, but returned.I don't think I'll be able to run away alone.Mary's face, neck, and hands, as long as the skin was exposed, began to appear gray runes, her brown head also turned gray, and the pupils of her chestnut eyes became larger and lighter, and they were also gray.You're such a fool.Haydn didn't chase her away.Mary smiled, already in a battle stance.The children's laughter drew nearer, and they gradually heard other sounds, as if something heavy was being dragged forward.The trees in the darkness suddenly moved to either side, as if the ground beneath their roots could move on its own.A tentacle poked out of the tree, and the two adventurers finally saw a part of the thing.It's hard to describe what it was, it had a massive body and countless legs.The legs range from mucus-dripping mollusk tentacles, to plant vines with open mouths or eyes, half-rotting animal limbs, or human hands and feet.For the time being, it is impossible to see what its body has grown, because its body is covered with countless heads, one after another, wolf, bear, snake, goblin, cyclops, dwarves, even High Elves, and demons.Some of them are half-rotten, but as long as their mouths are still there, the corners of their mouths must be curled up to let out the cute laughter of children.Countless tentacles, vines, claws, or hands and feet scratched the ground, dragging the heavy body of the dreaded demon forward.