MTL - Cthulhu Gonfalon-Chapter 8

Some days later, one morning, when the first sun shone in the ground in the morning, the vines that had become so thick as the children’s wrists suddenly trembled, and the leaves quickly turned pale and yellow, falling down, only a moment, surrounded The farmland's farmland is already full of fallen leaves.

As the leaves faded, the green vines began to change color and became golden, just like the sunlight that had been absorbed for a long time. Just looking at the golden vines, people feel a little warmth from the heart.

After the villagers cheered, they began to harvest. They cut the vines from the height of the palm of the ground and cut them into sections, each of which was about half the length of the arm. The vines have fallen golden white powder on the cross section, and many villagers will bite two at the time of harvest. It seems that this is their staple food.

However, Yuxiong noticed that there were no children to eat those vines that were cut off. This made him a bad comment on the taste of those vines - the children are the most innocent, even if they are eight-acid sweet and wild fruit, they will be picked up happily. Since they are not interested in this vine, their tastes must be very boring.

Harvesting vines is obviously a force, and the lumberjacks are so tired that they are sweating. The children and the women were busy collecting the yellow leaves, grinding them with a stone mill, turning them into gray-yellow juice, and transporting them to the stone house in a bucket and a bucket. They didn't know what to do.

There are many vines around the village, and the harvesting work lasted for three days. When all the vines left the last lap near the village, the villagers stopped harvesting and began to prepare other things.

They gathered the old people and children who lacked fighting power, put them on clothes soaked in gray-yellow syrup, and gathered them in several relatively firm wooden houses, in front of which were statues on the roof of a stone house. There are still a few barrels of juice around, and I don’t know what to do.

The young and middle-aged, regardless of gender, are busy eating and drinking. This time they did not eat the batter that was probably cooked with vine crushed powder, but the dried chicken that was taken from the stone house. It seems that these chickens are not delicious, everyone is eating and frowning, but everyone is trying to eat more, perhaps to ensure physical strength.

"It looks like that, the battle is in front of you." Yan Xiong nodded secretly. He had already considered it. When he appeared as a powerful but not very exaggerated friendly behemoth, he might need to deliberately suppress it. A little strength, but compared to the excessively strong and let the villagers panic, it is still very cost-effective.

The ability to suppress is very simple, as long as the muscle structure is slightly modified, so that the efficiency of the force is reduced. He didn't worry that he would be in danger. He had been in the Black Forest for so long, and he had never encountered anything that could be said to be dangerous. What's more, his most powerful means is not a strong flesh, but the magic of the ice, there is a magical ice medal, and the flesh is weak.

After everything was ready, the sky was getting dark.

The villagers tightened the gates of the wooden fences, and some particularly strong villagers armed with weapons and waited near the gates. Some physically healthy villagers climbed into the house and looked at them. In the village, around the fence, every few steps were ignited a bonfire, and almost every pile of bonfire was guarded by a villager.

The burning flame will brighten the surroundings, bringing ample warmth and a more important sense of security.

The night in the Black Forest is cold and dangerous, and for the night watchers, the flame is indispensable.

When the moon slowly rises, the male who lurks in the depths of the woods feels a strange scent.

Under the open space near the village, the chaotic and muddy magic is condensing. Although every night, the Black Forest will condense magic to form a black fog, but for such a powerful magic, he will see it for the first time.

In this Black Forest, the magic of the condensate will turn the bones of the underground into actionable shackles. So what happens to such a powerful magic?

The answer was quickly revealed, and he clearly felt that countless cockroaches were slowly forming in the ground, and it would take a long time to break ground.

"Strange... How can there be so many bones in the underground around the village? Where did these bones come from? I didn't find it before..."

When he is suspiciously talking to himself, he is not worried that those who are threatening themselves will just want to understand.

Can it be said that the bones of death can still move underground?

This world is really weird!

After a while, we have gathered together and slowly floated towards the ground. This is also completely contrary to physics. The soil is not water, and it is not a fish. Why can they penetrate the soil directly, just like swimming?

While thinking, he looked at the development of the situation.

As we approached the ground, the roots of the vines that remained in the farmland gave off a faint golden glow, forming a protective cover that stopped them.

This shield did not last for a long time, and the strong magic quickly gathered from all sides, and it offset each other. For no more than an hour, the golden shield is completely eroded by magic, and the roots of those vines are all withered and turned into black wood chips.

"No wonder it is necessary to leave a circle of vines near the village. It seems to be used for defense." Yan Xiong nodded secretly. "These villagers are worthy of being able to live in the Black Forest. They are ready."

Thinking of this, he could not help but worry.

If the villagers crushed the enemy easily, wouldn’t he not be able to play?

If you don't have the right opportunity, the contact with the villagers will become more troublesome...

However, Xiongxiong soon found that his fears were superfluous. The magic around the village was getting stronger and stronger, and the number of cockroaches rising from the ground was increasing. The number has gradually increased to tens of thousands. Seeing this horrible quantity, we know that no matter how complete the defense of this village, it will inevitably face a hard battle.

His appearance will soon arrive.

Thousands, this is a very wonderful word.

When it appears on books, even children will not feel anything special; but when it becomes a reality, it will be shocked if it is a powerful warrior.

If this number is followed by "enemies", it is something that is desperate.

The thick magic continues to condense, eroding the shield formed by the vines close to the village. Although the protective cover formed by the complete vine is far stronger than the root can, but in the face of the endless magic of the endless source of the entire Black Forest, it will soon be defeated, turned into black Sawdust.

Even shorter than the time that roots can be delayed.

Perhaps this is why the villagers only leave a circle of vines. The speed of the magic will be faster and faster, and even if there are more vines left, it will not last long. Even if all the vines in the farmland are not harvested, it is nothing more than wasting some food.

For those who are not well-off, this waste is obviously not allowed.

Although the result of the failure of the battle is mostly dead, the result of the lack of food in this strange Black Forest is obviously dead. If it is all dead, it will be even more gratifying to die from fighting instead of hunger.

If you can only choose one, then most people will choose to eat and drink like a good man and then die to death, instead of being hungry and dying, they will exhaust their vitality and finally breathe in despair.

The ancients had clouds, and the people did not fear death. When the common people can only choose between starvation and death, the deterrence of the state violence machine will be ineffective for them. What will happen next is to turn upside down.

This kind of thing, no matter which world, should be almost the same.

Because of the cranky thoughts, Yu Xiong was distracted for a while. When he returned, he found that the battle had started.

Countless cockroaches, like black tides, are flocking to the village and encircling the whole village. They continue to attack the wooden fences that protect the village and seem to want to destroy them. Although the strength of each strike is not worth mentioning compared to a solid wooden fence, but the accumulation of the whole fence, the collapse of the entire fence is actually only a matter of time.

The villagers are constantly attacking these cockroaches with ignited firewood. The attack power of the firewood itself is about negligible. The real damage to the cockroaches is the flame. Whenever the flame touches the cockroach, they will be burned and usually retreat later. If you can't avoid it, your body will tremble slightly, and the part burned by the flame will fade slightly.

It is like being exposed to the sun, although the effect is much worse.

A closer look reveals that a thick layer of humerus has been deposited on the ground around the fence. The color of the tibia is light gray, which means that the force that drives them to stand up has dissipated, at least for a short time. It becomes something that makes people fear.

From the number of these skeletons, the fighting of the villagers is still very effective. However, when Yan Xiong looked at the entire battlefield, he could not help but feel pessimistic about the situation of the villagers.

There seems to be no reduction in the number of cockroaches.

He used the mental induction to observe the underground and found that they were still constantly generating and constantly rising out of the ground. With the support of endless strong magic, the constraints on their number seem to only accommodate the size of the open space where they stand.

What the villagers want to fight is not "thousands of enemies", but "the enemies that are thousands of people and can be infinitely added."

To put it in a clearer way, the object they are fighting is an endless enemy. There is no possibility of victory in this battle.