Cthulhu Gonfalon

"Your Majesty, what have you done? It’s so scary to kill these villains! Especially this head, it’s really tragic to die..."

Gerard wiped the bone bracelet with the leaves, and looked at the orc body lying on the ground. He looked at the face and was extremely distorted. Under the body, the urine was flowing, even if it was broken, it was also a subconscious "blood hand" Lu. Not only is there a bit of disgust, but more is curiosity.

"Actually, I don't know it myself. I just tapped this guy." Yan Xiong pointed to Ruhr's body and said, "As for others, I didn't touch anything at all, and I don't know how they died."

"Oh, no, I know that they were scared to death by extreme fear, so that after death, the soul became mad and became a grievance."

Said, he pointed to a group of creeping black gas in the shade of the shade.

In the black gas, it is faint to see a mad figure, sometimes screaming, sometimes smirking.

Gerard listened curiously, only to hear a maddening laughter, and felt the heart jerk. I rushed to stop listening to this strange voice and found a topic to distract.

"Your Majesty, I just counted it. There are only about 30 bodies here. There are about thirty-six of the robbers who attacked yesterday. What should I do? Do you need me to hunt them?"

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." Yan Xiong smiled: "It is a natural thing to give people a chance to live. It is their own blessing to seize this vitality. But this line of life is not so easy to catch, at least do not want to escape. Come and catch. But if you are here, even if you ran for a while, don’t even think about it. I can feel that the guy will soon be sent back to death, we just have to wait a little while here."

Gerard stunned. He had just left and came back. He talked for a while and then ate two pieces of barbecue. At this moment, he didn’t smell the sound, didn’t see the traces of the battle, and didn’t have any blood. Twenty The orc robber has been solved. Even if you escape, don't want to live.

The vast power of the gods is really hard to imagine!

In fact, there are only one orc robbers who have escaped from here.

A figure ran wildly in the woods, the wind was at the foot, and the breath was like a cow.

This is the shaman of the Orc Wolf Group, known as the "accounting" Burke. The status is second only to the leader Ruhr, who usually acts as a steward.

His age is the largest among the bandits, ignorant, indifferent and lacking in existence. Generally speaking, only when he is robbed, he will appear next to Ruhr, evaluate the things other than cash, then calculate the cost of the battle, and finally calculate the amount of profit, so that Ruhr decides what to do. Divide the spoils.

He never asks for spoils, and he never communicates with people outside Ruhr. In addition to being an accountant, he even pouts his mouth when he is treating injured bandits or when he is fighting in person. No words.

But at the moment, he was full of horror, his lips groaning, rushing, and his teeth trembled.

A little while before, Burke, as usual, chose a safe place to sit quietly, watching Ruhr, the powerful orc who was brought out of the tribe and quickly grew to lead him to do things, with tough and awkward Means, succeeded in extorting a rare treasure from a giant who is not so simple and kind.

This is a brilliant victory and deserves praise. The slayer (the orc **** medical and the **** of strategy) will also be pleased with this, because he prefers to use the means of intimidation and deception to obtain the spoils compared to pure violence.

As a shaman in the orcs who is a **** of faith in medicine and strategy, Burke often doesn't like to talk because he likes to think quietly, pray silently, and spend his mind on conceiving conspiracy and prayer.

In his view, Ruhr's means of obtaining spoils is too rude and direct, lacking the beauty of violence. However, this time Ruhr's method is still somewhat rough, but it has already had a qualitative change. Compared with the past, it is simply the difference between heaven and earth.

This made him very happy and felt that Ruhr had finally opened up.

But his joy only lasted for a short time.

When Ruhr hangs the bracelet of the giant as a collar around his neck, he clearly sees that the collar has risen with a blue-and-white light, turning into a strange form that has never been seen before. The suffocating momentum, the indescribable strong pressure caused him to instantly create the illusion that the heart was crushed.

The beasts around were scared to the ground for almost a moment, screaming and fleeing, but they couldn't get out of the chest and slammed their chests one by one. And he persisted for a while with the strong will of years of exercise, and did not immediately lose his calm.

But this is not necessarily a good thing, because it makes him clearly see that the strange thing is just a tentacle, gently slap Ruhr, so the fierce and cruel Ruhr is killed by extreme fear. From the beginning to the strong calm to the end of the complete collapse, no longer the power of resistance, forced by the powerful and indescribable force to death - just before and after.

God! Inside the bracelet, what kind of monsters live!

The only thing he can do is kneel down and take out the holy emblem to pray.

"The beast, please protect my heart, so that I can calmly think, free from fear and frenzy!"

As usual, the divine power quickly descended and turned into a cold, cold atmosphere, which focused on his body, made his mind clear, his mind stable, and broke free from fear and anxiety.

Then he turned without hesitation and ran.

He didn't ride the mount, because all the wolves had swallowed and ran away. They held their tails, and they tried to run as hard as the most horrible Warcraft chasing. They probably stopped until they were alive and exhausted.

In fact, he feels that what he does is no different from those of the beasts.

Run, run as fast as possible, and go as far as possible.

He didn't know what the **** bone bracelet was, but he was sure that it was far more mysterious and powerful than they knew.

The Orc Wolf Riders are finished, and Ruhr is finished. Now he can do it, only to try to save himself.

Even with this, he is not very sure.

The effect of the spell doesn't last long. If you can't run out of that strange bone bracelet before that, he will die!

Burke ran all the way, trying to squeeze out every drop of power that he could use. He didn't think about any sequelae after he thought about it. He only thought about one thing.

Run faster! A little further!

"What exactly is that? What is it that rises from the bone bracelet?"

Unbelievably, while running wild, he can still think about some thoughts.

"Powerful... vastness...incalculable..."

Suddenly, his eyeballs shrank fiercely, and the dry exclamation in his throat made his muscles stiff.

He guessed the truth about that thing.

But he would rather not guess it himself or not think about it at all.

His cheeks trembled, his teeth trembled, his fears entangled him like a giant, and he stood unsteadily. His legs began to soften in a flash, not to escape, or even to support the trees around him. In order to let myself not fall to the ground.

"That is... that is... that is... a god!"

Burke, who has always been calm and calm, has finally issued a scream of screaming, his body trembles like a sick and cold.

"I want to run away! I have to run away! The farther the escape, the better! Escape from the four northwestern towns, escape the deserted mountains, and flee to the hinterland. You can't stop at all! If you don't run away, maybe he will soon Go to the door!"

"...no, maybe he is already on the way!"

When I think of it, the hair of the orc shaman is erected. Although the weather is warm, he wears comfortable clothes, but he feels the irresistible cold. This coldness came from his heart, making him stand on the ice sheet of the cold winter like a naked body. It seems that the next moment it will freeze into ice.

"Escape! Escape! Run away!"

But he couldn't get up, and the legs of the trepidation didn't listen at all. After several efforts, he barely managed to stand still.

"No! There is no way to escape, you must rely on the power of the beasts..."

He squatted down - it was very easy, and he took the sacred emblem and began to pray.

This time, however, Burke’s prayer did not receive a response.

The orcs' gods are fierce and violent, and the timid prayers are reluctant to respond.

Fortunately, he still has a reserve of magical items. After discovering that the prayers are invalid, he immediately took out a scroll with a Phnom Penh and unfolded it without hesitation. The magic button was pressed to activate the key rune above.

The expensive reel burned and turned into a golden halo that fell on him. The exhausted body quickly regained its vitality, and the inner heart that fell into chaos because of fear also renewed some courage.

So the shaman who called the orc wolf riding the black hand behind the scene continued to escape. His footsteps were so fast that he was stumbled by stumps or stones on the side of the road several times and fell heavily on the ground. Then he hurriedly rolled over and climbed up, and continued to run away in the distance, not even dare to return, just like there is something behind him chasing him.

No, he really felt that there was something chasing himself. That thing is huge, powerful, and terrifying...

Unconsciously, the power of magic has faded, and fear has re-covered his heart.

To be caught up, you have to be caught up! Haha, everything can't escape from the gods. The reason why he can run so far is nothing more than the great existence that wants to chew his fears, watch his insignificant struggles, and get a little fun.

What will happen next? Will be turned into a rock, in the depths of the woods, in the inaccessible places, alone through the long years of invisible end, can not see and hear, only a piece of darkness?

Or, they will be put into purgatory, which is specially used to punish sinners, and suffer all the hardships. Until the great gods occasionally send a kind heart?

Or, it will be completely crushed from the body to the soul, becoming the material for making magic items. Soon after, a knife or an axe will solidify his screaming face?

Crazy fear made Burke gasp in a big mouth, his physical strength had reached its limit, and white foam was flowing out of his nostrils and mouth. But he did not stop at all, still running desperately.

I don't know when his eyes became sloppy, his steps became awkward, and his face became dull.

He couldn't see the scenery around him, and he couldn't hear the sounds around him, but he was still running, but he ran slower and slower, and finally he couldn't run anymore, and fell to the ground.

He still seemed to want to work hard, his body struggled to climb a few steps forward, and then made a mad laugh.

"He is coming! He came to punish me!"

This is the last words from the northern wilderness to the four northwestern towns, which have committed many sins, promoted the establishment of a bandit group that has no evils, and left many horror records, and stayed in the world.

Then, he finally swallowed his last breath in desperation and madness in extreme fear and exhaustion.

When his soul rose and rose, an invisible force seized it and put it into a black air not far away.

In the black air of the group, there are already many mad souls, sometimes screaming, sometimes laughing.

"You see, the fish that slipped through the net has also been solved." Yan Xiong said to the stunned Gerard.

The sun gradually rose, and from the heights, the "accounting" Burke's running traces formed a circle.

Starting from the open space, finally the open space, a big circle.