Chapter 313: Thomastown and the legend of evil spirits

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it has come to the end of autumn.
The weather has been slightly cold, and a large-scale autumn rain suddenly hit Thomastown, the first colony established by the Kingdom of Falitis in the northern part of the New World.
Fortunately.
In order to cope with the strange weather with extremely frequent wind and rain on this continent, this newly built colonial city far away from home has completed complete municipal construction and well-operated drainage facilities, so that residents do not have to wade through the water.
Under the heavy rain.
Rustle....
The leaves have turned into red sugar maple trees rustling, concealing the rows of buildings in the style of Falitis.
However, unlike Falettis, which uses more stone buildings, most houses use wood from local materials.
The forest resources of the New World are extremely rich, and the indigenous people’s ability to transform nature is very limited, and they believe in the animism of all things. I believe that a river, a mountain, a tree, a stone...all have a spirit and a natural spirit on this land. Sojourn.
Therefore, most places maintain the most primitive natural style, and the thick and thick tree can be used to build houses everywhere.
Most of them are made of spruce, fir and pine. The material is lighter and very suitable for pioneers who don't have enough manpower and craftsmen. They are also warm in winter and cool in summer.
Obviously, after nearly a hundred years of development, the colonists on this land have learned how to adapt to the living environment here, and they seem to be living well!
In the dock area of ​​this colonial city.
The only tavern "Fox, Badger, and Honey Tavern" is already full of people.
The sudden heavy rain caused dockers, sailors, and plantation managers to do nothing and gathered here.
The "Fox, Badger, and Honey Tavern" is of course popular. There are fragrant rum, sweet beer, the freshest fruits and beef, and...beautiful and girls.
咚咚...咚...咚咚咚...
On the stage in the middle of the pub.
A beautiful young girl with darker skin than the orthodox white-skinned Nemansters of the civilized country, but lighter skin than the native brown-skinned indigenous people, is happily twisting her waist with the drums of an indigenous musician Limbs are dancing exotic dances.
She has red parrot feathers on her head, colorful special fabrics around her waist, and ornaments made of animal teeth on her wrists and ankles.
The whole body is filled with a strong exotic and wild beauty, coupled with the wheat-colored skin that is very in line with the male aesthetics present here, just like a hunting goddess walking out of the forest!
Snapped! Snapped! ...
The girl whirled around and clapped her palms lightly. There was not much clothing on her body. In the dance with great movement, her slender waist and slender thighs challenged the fragile nerves of the men in the tavern at any time.
Tick...Tick...
Drops of sweat rolled off the girl's body.
The drinkers present couldn't help but get hot, took a big sip from the glass in front of them, and then greeted the waiters to serve the wine again.
Obviously, nothing else is needed. The extra money sold today is already a considerable income.
But no matter how beautiful things come to an end, the drum beats quickly and stops abruptly at the highest peak.
In the unfulfilled eyes of the audience.
The beautiful girl blew kisses to these "sources of money", twisting her slender and soft waist and gently retiring from the stage.
"How? Does it look good?"
"good looking!"
"Unfortunately, I can't see it. If you dare to take a Mastizo girl back, your dad is afraid to kill you."
"Hey--! Do you have to take it back?"
In the corner of the pub, two people dressed in casual clothes, Aiwen and Milan, tasted the maple syrup beer that is the specialty here, and watched the exotic charm dance of the beautiful girl.
The exhaustion of long-distance voyages at sea seemed to be swept away, and Milan also expressed deep contempt for Ai Wen's conservative "view of love"!
"Can't you have a romantic relationship without getting married?
Pedantic..."
However, Milan is just a hero in the mouth, and has not thought of putting it into action.
Mastizo, the word originated from the Hilius language, and refers to the white-skinned Nemansians of the Old World, and the brown-skinned New World native Atrians or the black-skinned Anuma Of mixed blood.
Such Mastizos are rare in the Old World, but they are everywhere in the New World, which has been colonized for a hundred years, and the Southern Continent, which has been colonized for two hundred years.
At present, if they were born in an aristocratic family in the Old Continent, this kind of child would hardly have inheritance rights, let alone be recognized by the upper class.
And because of their special living environment, they living in the New World have gradually become an important part of the colonial ruling order, and even some lucky ones have become members of the colonial administrators.
Of course, it must be noted that most of these hybrids are the offspring of male Neimans and indigenous females.
In the colony of Falitis.
The Nemansters from the Old World, the Creoles born in the New World but whose parents are both white-skinned, the mixed Mastizos and the pure brown-skinned native Atrians, just like Ivan’s previous life The caste system is the same, which together constitute the social hierarchy here.
However, the colony of Falitis and Tulips was a little better.
If you go to the Kingdom of Sirius, the vast territories occupying the central and southern parts of the New World, you will find that there are not many Atrians as pure natives.
Because they are implementing an extremely cruel genocide policy!
A large number of male indigenous people were driven into plantations and mines to perform all kinds of heavy physical labor, which became consumables and died of illness in a few years.
In the land where they live, a large number of adaptable Anuma people are constantly being filled in through triangular trade, and they have gradually replaced the native Atrians.
Of course, this difference does not mean that the tulip colonists are more kind than Hillius.
From Aiwen's point of view, this is just a compromise, and there is no essential difference between the two!
"You said that this tavern will have unexpected surprises, don't you mean this? Although it is good, it is not a surprise, right?"
"Gudu! Don't worry, I still have confidence in this simple prediction."
After pouring himself a big sip of cool beer, Milan promised, patting his chest.
As soon as the voice fell, I heard the conversation of a group of lumberjacks next to him. After a drink, the group seemed very talkative:
"Hey! It was really hot just now.
How about we take turns telling the horror stories happening around us? Let everyone cool off. "
"Okay! I'll come first, I'll come first!
I want to tell a horrible legend I heard from my grandfather. It is a story about the "Deer Bone God" and the "Vengeful Spirit"! "
Another lumberjack wearing overalls just finished speaking, and Ivan seemed to have felt a cold wind suddenly blowing around him.
"Hiss, the continent that believes in everything is animous, it seems a bit evil!"
The two looked at each other.
I heard the first kind of horror and weird coming to the New World from the mouth of that lumberjack!
Combined with their own extraordinary knowledge, they also restored a relatively real "weird" image.
The origin is related to the colonists.
Nearly a hundred years ago, an indigenous tribe who worshiped Wuhao, the primitive of death in the New World, sacrificed all the souls of the whole clan to this of death before being attacked by "civilized people" from afar.
then.
The strong resentment has spawned a terrifying avenger in the bones of thousands of people in the entire tribe!
It had a dirty deerskin shirt, a skull of an elk with big horns on its head, and an obsidian saw sword and an obsidian spear.
Riding under the crotch is a dead bone warhorse that is entangled with worn-out ropes and tribulus, and whose mouth and nose can spray out sparks. Wandering all day long in the vast wilderness of the mainland, killing all the "civilized people" who appeared before it.
Not afraid of knives, guns, swords and halberds, nor muskets and artillery, it is a real evil spirit, unstoppable and immortal!
Even if it is killed by a high priest with infinite sacred power, it will return in a few years or more than a decade, and bloodbath any settlement of "civilized people" it sees.
In addition, the "story" told by another worker also caught their attention.
Haunted Wraith Church.
The location is just a few dozen kilometers north of Thomas Town.
We must know that although the town of Thomas was the first settlement that Falitis was able to establish, it had failed a dozen times before.
Or because of insufficient supplies, or disease, or because of indigenous attacks, or because of... the settlements that have just been established soon disappear.
Originally there was the goddess church built by the first colonists who came here, but as the colony was destroyed by the indigenous counterattack, the church was abandoned.
However, it is said that the original intention of the original priest to establish this church was actually to seal a terrible resentful spirit, but as the church was abandoned, the seal there has also expired, and it has now become a resentment filled with ghost nuns. Spirit Church.
After no one enters there, he can leave alive...
Probably because of their topic, the middle-aged man who looked like the steward of the tobacco plantation at the wine table came over with interest and asked: "Have you never heard of the legend of Roanoke Island? ?"
"Roanoke Island?"
Aiwen and Milan stretched their ears at the same time.
That was also the story before the successful establishment of Thomastown, which belonged to another failed attempt by Falettis.
The first colonists who landed on Roanoke Island were not well prepared, lacked the ability to survive independently, and even had no planting skills.
Only in desperation, sent the immigration leader back to China for help.
But just after half a year.
On the evening of the day he returned with the reinforcements, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was already close to his village.
The smoke of the village calling for help suddenly ignited!
But when they entered the village non-stop.
The plantation manager glared green eyes, scanned the faces of everyone who was listening, lowered his voice and continued:
"There was an oil lamp on the table, and the food on the stove was still hot, but there were 116 people in the village, including 11 children, 88 men, 17 women, and all the livestock and poultry raised had disappeared!
They only saw an unnamed word engraved there on a tree outside the village...Croatoan! "
When he uttered the last word, he didn't know why, everyone in the room felt cold wind blowing behind his neck at the same time.
Woo-
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