In the depths of the dense primeval jungle in the south of the Talos Kingdom, a messy but bustling temporary camp is in full swing preparing for the dinner of the day. A black wolf as huge as a calf is tearing at a jungle giant tens of meters long. Lizard, peeled off its thick skin one by one, and the wolf man raised a huge bonfire. The blazing flame burned the precious magic black camphor wood in the forest. The light and heat drove away all the beasts that dared to approach. And the monsters, even the chaotic power that was pressing every step of the way seemed to be slightly dispelled by the fire, and the magic ape and the furbolg, which have always been incompatible with fire and water, were miraculously busy in a team. Responsible for collecting berries or protecting the safety of the camp - if an elf scholar from the Green Tower sees this scene in the forest, his ears will be cramped, because every kind of monster in this camp is theoretically impossible Coexisting, there is often only one consequence of the gathering of so many kinds of monsters, and that is the endless melee, they will beat each other out of the dog's brain...
However, these monsters are so peacefully huddled together. Seeing how they cooperate with each other skillfully, they seem to be familiar with this kind of common life.
Because they are held together by a mighty leader who is strong, just and majestic, who will gnaw off the head of every disobedient be it a wolf or a bear or even a stinky The dwarf, this leader can talk about it...
After the double-digit unlucky guys failed to challenge the wolf, the Warcraft United tribe from the southern sky island is in a state of unprecedented unity...
Calassius was wrapped in a monk's robe and sat on a stone near the big bonfire, his thin cheeks reflecting the red light of the fire. Near the big bonfire is the territory of the Gnoll, and this short and cruel beast has a very bad reputation in the human world, so other members of the investigation team dare not get too close to the bonfire, except for this high-ranking monk. He seems to have accepted the status quo of being sheltered by a group of monsters frankly from the very beginning, and expressed great respect for the "wolf" girl. Now the old monk is quietly observing the actions of the "wolf", every word and deed of the latter makes the famous scholar quite curious, and sometimes even shocked.
The "head wolf" seems to know all languages—not only those of monsters, but also those of humans. She can use all kinds of roars to order her herd, and she can also speak surprisingly pure Ansu or Ke language. Luo spoke with the members of the investigation team in common language, and she even had a theory with Brother Berman in fluent ancient Zlor this afternoon. The reason was that Brother Berman cursed A dwarf that tore his robes. That debate left a deep impression on the high-ranking monks: the wolf girl from the jungle, dressed in animal skins and looking rough, directly speechless Berman, who is known as the master of language, the fluency of that ancient language is almost doubtful This wolf head traveled through time and space from the ancient Zloor Empire!
Originally, after seeing the appearance of the "wolf" on the stage, Calassius thought it was a human orphan living on an extraterritorial space island by chance. The labels of "rude" and "ignorant" were his first impressions, but Now he feels that he was very wrong.
And what he was even more curious about was the light of order constantly released from the wolf's body.
The powerful, gentle, seemingly inexhaustible light of order, it is this light that shelters everyone, allowing this huge mixed team to travel through the dangerous southern shadow forest so far, the aftermath of the chaotic storm In fact, it has spread to the mainland at this moment, and the entire southern part of Ansu may have been polluted. The jungle everyone is passing through is also one of the areas eroded by chaos. The distorted visions and chaotic monsters encountered from time to time along the way are the best. Proof—However, all these dangerous factors failed to stop the wolf and her herd. They marched forward with great enthusiasm, and led the army across the edge of chaos in such a reckless manner—now they were about to leave the barbarism and enter the border of order in the Kingdom of Talos.
Incarnate into a saint... Calassius repeated the word in his mind. He watched the "wolf" wearing holy light standing on a high stone and scolded the stupid furbolg to work. The feeling in his heart Inevitably a bit strange. As a high-ranking monk, he felt unavoidable awe at the phenomenon of Lily releasing the Symmetra, but his rationality made him want to explore the secrets behind this phenomenon: What kind of reason could it be? Let a mortal generate this kind of "force field" that is almost holy
Could it be that, as the prophets of the Guzlor Empire said, there will be a godly person who inherits the blood of the goddess among mortals
But why would such a man of the gods live on an uninhabited extraterritorial space island? Why did she choose to lead a group of monsters instead of leading humans or elves to fight against chaos? what does that mean? Have mortals lost the trust of God
Calassius couldn't help shivering, startled by his own thoughts.
"Ah, uncle, are you cold?" A carefree voice interrupted the cranky thoughts in the senior monk's mind. Before he could raise his head, a white shadow flashed in the corner of his eyes, and Lily, who was wearing a wolf fur cloak, jumped up. When she reached the stone in front of Calassius, she blinked her big bright eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who was always distracted, "By the way, why are you the only one warming up here?"
Calassius was startled, and then realized that the "wolf" was talking to himself, so he quickly straightened his expression (in the past, he would only do this when facing the Pope): "Wolf, thank you for your concern. The others are probably...frightened of your herd."
Lily scratched her hair and looked up at the humans who had set up a small bonfire not far away, with a puzzled expression on her face: "What are you doing... My men are very polite to them."
"Please don't get me wrong," Calassius quickly explained, "In fact, everyone is very grateful for your help. The people of Sanctuary are not ungrateful, it's just... We are grateful for your help, but we still inevitably fear your monsters. Maybe you don't know, many of these... subordinates you lead are notorious in our human world."
What Calassius said is true, the sub-races living in the barren areas have always been the subjects used by the civilized world to frighten children, although the civilized countries of mankind can always drive these barbaric sub-races out of the border with powerful force In addition, these inherently powerful "monsters" are still frightening when they are alone with humans.
If a well-trained knight is unarmed, he may not even be a match for a juvenile magic ape.
As for the combatants of the investigation team, there are only thirty or so survivors, surrounded by thousands of monsters. If these monsters suddenly lose control, then all members of the investigation team will probably only be able to survive in the "comparative death" Choose between heroic" and "quite heroic to die".
Lily also knew what Calassius meant, so she didn't take it seriously, and just waved her hand casually: "Whatever, whatever, anyway, I'm the leader of the beast now, so what do you like. Tsk tsk, pity my balloon..."
As she spoke, she looked towards a certain direction in the jungle, where her hot air balloon or airship crashed.
Originally, the airship arrived at the southern forest safely, but unfortunately encountered a storm over the forest—it was not a supernatural storm caused by the forces of chaos, but an ordinary thunderstorm. This kind of thunderstorm is quite common on the edge of the floating continent, so Lily The Symmetra on his body was useless, and the hot air balloon fought desperately with nature in the storm, and finally completed a thrilling emergency landing... Of course, you can say that the thing crashed.
Except for a few unlucky ones who were thrown out when the storm suddenly blew up, most of the crew survived, and the monsters even rescued some supplies. This is the result of Lily's great voyage.
The great wolf sighed again, feeling sorry for her hot air balloon, and by the way, the big piece of rib meat of the blue devil whale that was thrown out at that time, poor God, it was the most delicious thing, she was reluctant to eat it and specially prepared it for later New land for landlords to try out...
Calassius naturally knew what the "wolf" in front of him was distressed about. In fact, his distress was no less than that of Lily: the flagship of the most powerful magic warship in the Sanctuary just crashed in the Abyss of Chaos, and it crashed at his hands. Yes, this makes the senior monks tremble every time they think about it.
If he had to pay for the ship himself, he probably wouldn't have to count on his salary for the rest of his life...
Lili warmed up for a while, opened her mouth and yawned big. She looked at the lingering white light around her with some trouble, and her face was tangled: "This is unlucky...it's bright like a flashlight, I've been there for three nights." Can't sleep well..."
Calaxus suddenly coughed violently.
At this moment, a sudden noise from outside the camp interrupted Lily's complaints and the senior monk's coughing.
Two dwarfs covered in blood screamed and ran back from the depths of the forest. (to be continued~^~)