At the entrance of the voodoo swamp, a broken flag was erected, and the chess pieces were painted with ghost symbols, just like a rag. There are many monster skulls hung on the wooden fence under the flag, and there are also many human heads hung on it.
The heads were dry, some were grinning, some were crying, and some were wrinkled and ugly. I don't know what these people experienced before they died, and they have such rich expressions, and they are all preserved.
Zhou Qingfeng rode in, and several dark guys popped out of the shack at the entrance of the settlement. A closer look was full of dirty guys. They wore some animal skin clothes indiscriminately, which exuded a stench, which made people wanting.
These guys can hardly be called human beings. They are all weird, with yellow and black teeth, and with a disgusting smile that greets Zhou Qingfeng with a flattering smile, and sells the various products they have obtained from the swamp.
"Sir, do you need the venom glands of the quagmire crawler?"
"Sir, do you need the fangs of a poisonous water snake?"
"Mr,... ... ."
"Go away!"
Todd shouted even more, and the big axe was put out, "Stay away from Lao Tzu, you stinky trash. If you dare to come close to me, I will kill you."
Under the axe, the flattering poor had to retreat.
Todd reminded Zhou Qingfeng: "Don't be too kind to the people here. They are all rascals. I have a dwarf friend here who is an old witch doctor. His shack is right in front of him. We can go to him and ask for news. ."
Monsters are rampant in the Black Forest, and there are few serious warriors and wizards, but many witch doctor shamans who play poison, curse, and even corpses like to hang around here.
Among witch doctors, the old Borg of Voodoo Swamp is very special. He is not only an old and cunning black-hearted merchant, but also often helps the poor around him; from time to time, he uses living people to test medicines, and the medicines that can be sold are quite effective.
This guy can obviously integrate the voodoo swamp into a formal human settlement. But he just didn't do it, staying in his shack every day to make unpleasant potions, and experimenting with all kinds of whimsical but fruitless experiments.
Todd led Zhou Qingfeng to an inconspicuous shack, got out of his horse, opened the curtain and walked in. The space in the shack is not small, with a big pot in the middle, gurgling bubbling. The dark liquid inside gave off an unpleasant smell.
When I came closer, there was a headless bone in the cauldron boiling in it.
Strange things are placed in the messy corners. Some are like wooden stakes, some are dried animal organs, and there are wooden shelves filled with glass bottles filled with specimens of unknown origin.
Standing by the cauldron was a dwarf in a cloak, with a bald head, a long beard, and a gloomy face. This guy is holding a knife and cutting meat on a table. When Zhou Qingfeng approached, he recognized that the cut was a human leg.
There are other human limbs on the table, it can be seen that they have just been mutilated and are bloody.
Zhou Qingfeng was already extremely uncomfortable by the smell of cooking in the cauldron, and seeing the dismembered corpse was even more nauseous, and couldn't help feeling nauseous. This place is like a slaughterhouse, with a perverted murderer at work.
Todd was too tall and had to bend down and bow his head when he came in. He was not accustomed to the environment of the shack, and shouted at the dwarf who dissected the corpse: "Hi, old Borg, stop for a while. I'm Todd, do you remember me?"
Didn’t you say that you are a friend? It’s so easy to ask!
The old dwarf only noticed someone coming in. He turned his head and glanced at Todd, but suddenly ran to Zhou Qingfeng with bright eyes, shouting in surprise...
"Boy, your body is really good, with well-proportioned limbs and well-balanced proportions. It is the most perfect I have seen in recent years. When you die, sell the body to me? I want to do an autopsy for you."
Zhou Qingfeng was covering his mouth to endure the nausea, and snorted after hearing the words: "Anatomy..., you are also worthy of anatomy? I think you only need anatomy. Finding a pig killer can do better than you. Pretty!"
The old dwarf jumped around and asked, "Are you serious? Where can I find a pig killer who knows better anatomy than me? I want to learn it."
Sure enough, Todd's brain was not bright, and the dwarf he knew also had a brain problem.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand anatomy either. but... ...
I have never eaten pork, I have always seen pigs running. The junior high school "Physiological Hygiene" has taught the human body's physiological structure anyway.
The so-called "nervous system", "respiratory system", "blood circulatory system", "digestive system" and so on, I have never seen that anatomical picture that cuts a person into seven or eight pieces before studying it.
Uncle Zhou held his nose, his face cold, his expression extremely contemptuous. Todd on the side immediately praised, "This is Victor Hugo, he is so great, even the dragon is not afraid."
When he said the last sentence, the ugly face of the orc smiled with creases and winked, "Old Borg, let me tell you. A few days ago, Victor and I ran into a red dragon at Razor Bluff. It's true. The red dragon, I definitely did not lie to you!
At that time I, eh..., I didn't mention the topic. Victor was able to face the Red Dragon directly, he was not afraid of Longwei at all. Can you imagine the situation at that time? That's amazing, we rescued Princess Inissa of Oss!
By the way, is the princess in the village? "
Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at Todd, and said in a low voice, "Are you complimenting me or yourself?"
The orc deliberately lowered his throat, and said seriously: "Don't worry, Victor. I know you are low-key and want to be a hermit. I also know that you did those disgusting dragon dung. Don't worry, my mouth has always been strict. I won't tell you."
Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes and said,'When did your big speaker have a strict mouth? '
The old dwarf was fooled. The young man in front of him is indeed different. Tall and strong, with extraordinary bearing, and without even a scar on his face, this is by no means a person who has lived in the Black Forest for a long time. Only the nobles of the upper class can have such an appearance.
"Princess Enisa? She has often regarded us here as a place to stay recently. She came back yesterday, but left early this morning. You are Victor Hugo? Your Royal Highness mentioned you. You have to wait here. Wait, she may be back in a few days."
Enissa leaves the settlement, no one knows where she is going. This is common in other worlds where information is not smooth, and it is difficult to find someone or send a message.
The old Borg was somewhat interested in Zhou Qingfeng. He stepped aside and pointed to the'dissection table' behind him and asked: "Young man, do you know something about anatomy? So what's your comment on my research?"
"I don't know anatomy, and I don't know what you are researching. There is no good evaluation." Zhou Qingfeng has no time to waste time. "The Black Forest is full of goblins now. We just want to find a place to live and we can pay for it. "
Zhou Qingfeng's refusal made the old dwarf very upset. It frowned and said, "Find a place to live? Whatever. There are so many open spaces in the settlement, no one will drive you away."
space? We want to eat, drink and sleep, but we are not looking for an open space.
Zhou Qingfeng looked at Todd. Todd also shrugged his shoulders, saying that the old Borg was just this temper—the donkey, and he had to say good things.
In response to the stalemate,'Shadow' suddenly said: "This dwarf is studying poison, but his formula is wrong."