Cthulhu Gonfalon

On the earth, Yuxiong’s motherland has a famous allusion, saying that the children are the flowers in the garden and thrive in the sunshine and warmth of the motherland.

In this different world, which is obviously lacking in warmth, the young flower bones grow up, they are not so strong, some are withered, some wither, some light does not bear fruit... and there are very few, Although it bears fruit, it is a wonderful flower.

Hey, the orc who is nicknamed "Blood Hand" is a typical miracle.

"Let us hand over the 'legendary treasure' to him, otherwise he will kill the innocent villagers... Gerard, is this guy getting his head into the water, or is the nerve abnormal?" Yan Xiong thought for a while, and could not understand this. God's general logic, in the end can only be shameless to ask.

However, Gerrard could not give a reasonable answer, and he was puzzled.

Kindness does not mean stupidity. Just look for some villagers who don’t even know them. They are hostages and threaten them... This is simply insulting their IQ!

"What do you want to say?" Gerrard couldn't help but ask, "Why should I take precious treasures in exchange for not killing these villagers? I will destroy you directly, can't you?"

Ruhr apparently expected that he would answer this question and smirked and laughed: "You can kill me, but I have already dispersed my subordinates. As long as you don't give me the bracelet, they will soon Hands-on, killing all the civilians who can kill!"

"Decision, do you care about a treasure in that area? Or care about the lives of those innocent?"

His smile was bad and awkward, his short nose almost curled up, and the sticky spit ran down the fangs, giving off a disgusting smell in the sun.

Gerard laughed with anger and planned to give him a punch and help him to rebuild, and in his next life - if any - be a good person. Xiong Xiong stopped him.

"Oh... I have never seen such a brazen and shameless person!" Yan Xiong sneered, murderous, "PK, but I will kill me with a leveling newcomer? Ha ha... Hehehehe... Don’t kill him I deleted the number and let him go online in this life. I can't think of it!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Give him the bracelet." Yan Xiong said coldly, "I will inform you when things are resolved."

Gerard was shocked: "What?! Give ‘the gaze to him' to him? Give this despicable and shameless villain?”

"Give him. Then you turn and leave, don't look back."

From the tone of the sturdy and sinister, Gerald realized what he was, and secretly chilled.

He understands that this terrible orc robber has completely angered the great void mask, waiting for this guy, will be a very tragic ending.

Enraged a true God, and then stupidly took the sacred object of the true God incarnation. Such a foolish guy, what kind of end will there be?

The kind Gerard has been reluctant to think deeply. He is afraid that he will make himself a nightmare when he thinks more.

He took off the bone bracelet worn on the wrist of his right hand. He threw the bone bracelet to Ruhr. He was too lazy to watch the greedy robbers rushing to catch the treasures, and then he was ecstatic and could not help himself. He turned and left.

He walked quickly. On the one hand, he was unwilling to witness the tragic ending that was about to come to this guy. On the other hand, he felt sick.

The act of this orc robber is no longer evil or ugly, it can be described as a rotten stinky meat. Gerard asked himself not a fly or a **** worm, and there is really no way to force himself to stay with this kind of thing.

Ruhr can't be too lazy to manage this stupid bad guy, and his attention has now been completely attracted by the bone bracelet he just got.

This treasure really is like the news he got, which contains powerful magic. Although it seems that the magical light is not dazzling, it seems that it is only the goods that the adventurers of the rivers and lakes can afford for a few years, but when he puts the bracelet on his hand, he can feel the contents. The magic is so abundant, it is endless!

He wants to wear the bone bracelet, but finds that it is a bracelet for the giant, but it is too big for him, it is impossible to use it as a bracelet. After pondering for a while, I hung it around my neck and took the collar.

Even though... even when used as a collar, it seems to be slightly larger.

But he didn't care. When he put on the "collar" moment, he saw a flash of white light in front of him, and then he felt that there was endless power from the bottom of his heart. He seemed to be very powerful and confident. He seemed to be omnipotent. . For a time, quite a bit of "the sky is going to destroy me, I will go against the sky; God wants to stop me, I will kill God", the heroic, the momentum is everywhere, even the surrounding vegetation is shivering, bowing to him.

"What a good baby!" He couldn't help but laugh.

After laughing, he turned to look at the subordinates and asked with pride: "How do you think this baby?"

The next moment, his smile solidified on his face.

What caught his eye was not the subordinates who had been with each other for many years, but the pieces of meat that were soft and sticky, waving countless tentacles, and making strange noises.

Ruhr exclaimed, subconsciously retreating a few steps until he hit a tree and then stood still.

But he immediately felt that something was wrong. The uploading of his own back was not the hard touch of the tree, but a soft and sticky feeling that seemed to stick the body.

He hurriedly made a hard earn, and finally broke free from the sticky stuff. Looking back, I saw where there should be trees in the place where there should be trees. All of them are tentacles that are dancing wildly. Small and messy.

Look closely, those tentacles still have a face, and those faces seem to be familiar.

He couldn't help but look more closely, only to see that the vague faces gradually became clearer. Full of fluffy and ugly, thick and short nose, showing fangs outside thick lips, scars on the face...

Suddenly, he woke up.

That is the face of his men, the members of the orc wolf group!

At this moment, those faces that are not clear enough are all clear and clear, and they are clearly familiar faces! But this piece of face can not see the usual fierceness and obedience, but it is full of fear, but also dead, with the unique whiteness of the body.

Ruhr shouted loudly and quickly pulled out the scimitar and carefully guarded.

"You...what are you!" He roared and waved his scimitar to encourage himself. "Don't dare to play tricks in front of the **** uncle, believe it or not, to cut you into pieces!"

The eccentric laughter sounded abruptly in his ear, and he did not hesitate to cut off the place where the laughter came, but it fell empty.

Turning his head, one looks like an orc's face, but all of them are tentacles, and even a monster with no fixed form floats in the air, watching him with those dead eyes.

The sharp sound of the cat claws tearing the steel came from where it seemed to be the neck.

"Come back, come back to us."

One voice came in all directions, repeating "Come back, come back", these voices are either high or low or old or young, but all are dead and unable to hear a little vitality.

However, careful identification, clearly can hear endless joy from those voices.

Ruhr made a fierce cry, waving a machete and rushing to the past in the direction of the monsters.

As a habit, he is of course afraid of death, but even if he is dead, he must never die in the hands of these strange monsters!

Intuition tells him that if you fall into the hands of these monsters, I am afraid that it will be difficult to die!

"King of the Beasts (God of the Orcs), please bless me!" He prayed, desperately running forward, trying to leave those monsters far behind.

However, I don't know why, he obviously has been rushing, but he has no feeling of moving forward. There is no change in the surrounding scenery.

Looking down, I saw that the foot was not a solid soil at all, but something that was creeping. More cold mucus flowed on the surface of the thing and passed over his instep.

Ruhr yelled wildly and waved his knife in all directions. Although he couldn't cut anything, he seemed to regain his courage in this way, and even stood a little under his feet.

"Come on! Uncle Ruhr is not afraid of death!"

Those who have strange faces and tentacles, but have the face of his men, are approaching quickly. Although their strength is not very large, they are both thick and tough, and sharp magical scimitars are cut up, often without a single print.

Ruhr, who had been forced to a desperate situation, clenched his teeth and desperately slashed. If you can't do it, you will have two knives and three knives. If you don't have enough knives, you will punch and kick, and even use your teeth to bite.

He couldn't remember how long ago he had been so embarrassed. His thoughts gradually became chaotic and became vague, as if they were filled with semi-solidified oil, sticky and ambiguous.

I don't know how long it took. His machete is no longer in his hands, his hands and feet have lost his strength, and even the innate weapon, the teeth, is sore and can't bite.

Those who are full of tentacles finally defeated him, entangled him, and the more tightly heered, the more difficult it was for him to breathe.

His gaze gradually began to blur, and extreme exhaustion made heart and lung pain every breath, but the pain in the chest was nothing compared to the pain from the depths of his head.

The pain that came from the deepest part of his head was so irritated that he couldn't wait to smash his head with an axe, throwing his brain out and throwing it all over the ground.

But he can't do anything. He can only watch a huge tentacle with the same fuzzy face slowly approaching himself. I don’t know when the tentacle has a big mouth full of tiny teeth, and countless small teeth rub against each other, making a sharp sound.

For a moment, he felt that he should pray, but the mind that was caught in chaos could not give a clear answer.

Who should I pray to? How to pray? He didn't remember it all.

In the next moment, he even forgot about "praying".

When he was entangled in the tentacles and sent to the huge mouth, he finally saw the face of the huge tentacle.

That is his own face.

The last trace of the thoughts in the thoughts collapsed, leaving only endless sticky chaos. The robbers who have left only the humanoid body open their mouths, revealing a weird smile.

"Oh... oh... oh hahahaha..."