Chapter 65: Soul stealer

As night falls, the Eifen River flows from west to east. The wide river divides the original jungle of Wilnoya into two large plates, north and south, the south is the "Yalf jungle" of the evergreen birds of the seasons, and the north is the monster. 3. The "Hanging Forest" shrouded in mist all year round.
The reason why the forest belts on both sides of the river have different atmospheres is not related to the natural climate. In fact, before the "Hengshou Forest" was occupied by the conquering sect, the local area was also a lively happy land and residents living in the dense forest It is no different from the beast and the South Bank.
The outbreak of "black wilt" changed all this. I don’t know when it started, the north shore jungle became like a moldy bread, and the lush dense forests successively appeared a piece of withered area like "mouldy spots". At first, these withered areas were still very rare, and the coverage area of ​​each place was only a radius Hundred feet, it is not worth mentioning relative to the vast virgin forest, and the elves and fairies living in the jungle do not care too much. However, with the passage of time, more and more wilt zones, with irregular spots gradually connected into a curve, like a shocking scar, extending from the north to the south, winding straight, reaching the Efen River.
This significant change aroused the vigilance of residents on the south bank of the Eifen River. A large lush forest grows on the banks of the river at night. A slender figure stands at the top of the tree, less than two feet high from head to toe, obliquely carrying a small compound bow, wearing a green cloak decorated with leaves, head Wearing a pointed hat curled up with leaves, dwelling on the leafy treetops, it is difficult for even the most keen eyed falcon to find its tracks.
This little creature is "Picking", a kind of goblin living in the jungle. Compared with its aquatic close relative "Nicky", the most obvious characteristic of Pickering is that it has a pair of dragonfly-like wings that can fly freely in the forest. In addition, although "Pixie" also has naughty commonality among the Goblin family, it has a strong sense of justice that is not commensurate with its body. Whenever the forest in which the Goblins live is threatened by evil forces, the brave and kind Pikes will always fight At the forefront of resisting invaders, the toy-like small bow shoots arrows filled with hypnotic magic, causing those enemies that are far taller and barbarous to fall into a lethargy after the arrows.
This little picker is a voluntary sentry on duty on the riverside. The smiling face, which is always full of laughter, is particularly serious at this moment, and his eyes are cast across the Efen River across the night. Just a week ago, it accompanied a group of Asa cavalry from the village of Pohuatan in a canoe across the Efen River and into the jungle on the north bank to investigate the enemy. This is not the first time Pikjin has leapt over the river bank, but this trip left it with the most memorable impression.
The north bank of the Eifen River has been reduced to the sphere of influence of the cultists. The disaster caused by the "black wilt" intensified. The mountain residents who lived on the north bank for generations had to cross the rushing river by boat to escape from their hometown and migrate to the south bank before the disaster approached. rebuild home.
During this investigation of crossing the river, Pickering also saw the by-products of "black wilt", a group of evil activated plants collectively known as "withered monsters".
"Black wilt" will only cause destruction to green plants, but "withered monsters" will not let animals or even humans let go, madly killing all the creatures that appear in their vision. The warriors of the Algonquin tribe have been attacked by dead branches twice. Although they finally repelled this group of monsters, they also suffered heavy casualties. For security reasons, the leader of the reconnaissance team Magni Bovatan had to lead his troops to withdraw to the south bank of the Eifen River. Pickering broke up with his Assa friends here, and took the next task from Magni Bovatan: to closely monitor the movements across the river bank, if the black wilt or the withered monster were found crossing the river The signs of proliferation on the South Bank immediately flew to the village of Powatán to report to Magni.
These days, Little Picker has been fulfilling his mission, watching the movements across the river with vigilance. What makes it a little gratified is that the Efen River, which is a hundred yards wide, is like a natural wall that isolates disasters, blocking the black wilt and the withered monsters on the opposite bank. Unless those abominable monsters can fly, I would like to cross this rushing water. Big river.
Withered monsters can't fly, of course, but their wooden bodies can float on the water, and theoretically they can swim across the river. Fortunately, these monsters were so stupid that they didn't understand swimming skills at all. The consequence of forcibly crossing the river was that they floated on the water and collided with each other. Finally, they were all rushed to the downstream by the torrent. Peake happily guessed that the group of idiots might have drifted into the estuary of the Efen River at this time, and all of them were crushed into wood chips by the large ships that frequented the bay.
Just as Pique was contemplating, he suddenly passed a shadow over the river bank. The Fairy Sentinel was taken aback, raised his bow cautiously, and looked up for the shadow. The dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and the dark night sky was silent, with no suspicious signs.
"Probably an owl..." Pique narrowed his body so that he would not be preyed by raptors hunting at night.
Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew behind him. The wind was also mixed with a disgusting smell, and Pickering immediately foreseen that the situation was not good, and hurriedly turned back to shoot an arrow. However, it was too late, and a claw suddenly passed through the branch, strangled its throat.
call out! The little arrow escaped from the bowstring, drawing an arc in the night sky with blood, and then fell into the depths of the jungle.
"Bah! The stupid little thing, dare to resist!"
"The Soul Essence" Chanikwe cursed and touched the left ear that was torn by the arrow, and then the blood on the finger licked cleanly, licked his mouth greedily, and picked up the Pique that had broken his neck. Down the tree.
This evil fairy with a myth level is almost three feet tall from head to toe. It looks like a mixture of pickles and vampire bats. Its naked skin is dark red, small eyes, aquiline nose and a piece of paper. The large needle-shaped mouth makes it look sinister and cruel. The claws are long and sharp, allowing it to climb and leap freely on the tree like a monkey. When it jumped down the tree, a pair of large wing membranes resembling bat wings spread out under its armpits, gliding slowly with the help of the rising air, and finally landed smoothly.
The Soul Stealer dragged the body of the prey, humming songs in a hoarse voice through the forest, leaving behind a series of blood-stained footprints. It resembles an excited hound, sometimes stopping and sniffing around, suddenly burying his head in a tree hole, skillfully collecting a large pile of poisonous mushrooms with black spots, and sometimes climbing up the tree, peeping with unscrupulous eyes Holding the horse honeycomb hanging on the branch.
"Hee hee~ See how good my luck is, and come as you want." Soul Stealer grinned, reached out to try to pick the honeycomb, hesitated and then retracted his hand, murmured to himself:
"No, that's not okay. These buzzing little cutes won't relax their vigilance even at night, and it's uncomfortable to be bitten by them."
The power of myth gives soul stealers more wisdom than ordinary goblins, or "cunning" is more appropriate. It didn't want to risk honey to steal honey, steal the cover of the branches and leaves, recite the mantra in the Mu ethnic language, and its narrow eyes flashed arcane light.
The Soul Stealer completed the spell-casting ceremony, reached out to the opposite honeycomb, and the invisible magic power rushed like a tide of water, deeply planting a strong sense of fear into the hearts of all creatures in the 30-foot cone-shaped space in front.
The frightened wasps huddled together, humming and fleeing from the hive. When Soul Stealers plucked the branches and swaggered to the hive, the wasps immediately realized that this evil goblin was the source of the spread of terror. Where else could they protect the beehive and compete to fly away from the Soul Stealer? Many wasps were so frightened by "fear" that they crouched and shivered in the nest.
Soul-stealing spirits were satisfied with the effect of the spell. They pulled off the hive, lifted it over the top and dumped it down, and the paralyzed wasps fell together with honey. Soul Stealer opened his mouth wide below, and even the wasp filled his mouth with honey and creaked.
Eating the wasp in the hive, the soul stealer patted the slightly raised belly, took the hive and jumped down the tree, touched the animal skin skirt tied around the waist, first took out a gall-shaped copper bottle, and then Pulling out a rope, there are several small, pale skulls strung on the rope. According to the size of these skeletons, it is not difficult to guess that they are all fairy skulls.
The soul stealer pulled out the stopper of the bile-shaped bottle, and a plume of orange smoke escaped with it. The Soul Stealer took a sip of the magic potion in the bottle, then opened a blaze of flame, and lit the bushes opposite.
The Soul Stealer is plugged with a copper bottle filled with a "fire-spraying potion", and is pushed back to the waist pouch. Then he pulls out his saber-which can only be regarded as a paper knife relative to the figure of human beings-slashing To the body of Pickering, cut off the poor fairy's head and throw it into the fire to roast.
The horrific ceremony has just begun. The soul stealer put the hive in front of the body, used it as a container to fill it with blood, then shredded the poisonous mushroom into the hive, and finally used the fire stick to pluck out the burnt head, and the brain was thrown into the hive, Slowly simmer on a pile of firewood.
The mixed slurry in the honeycomb gradually boils, giving off a nauseous sweet smell. Soul-stealing spirit sniffed snugly and saw that the stew was almost on fire. Then he used a wooden stick to overturn the boiling mixture, and picked out the skull with only a white skull from which flesh and blood were removed. He wore it on the rope and satisfactorily surrounded In the waist. The skulls of these sperm victims are not only ornaments that show atrocities, they are also injected with evil magic after complex stewing, and become the most powerful weapon in the hands of soul stealers.
After doing all this, the Soul Stealer returns to the Efen Riverside, waiting for the coming master.
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