Cthulhu Gonfalon

"Have you heard that? In the past few days, there have been several tragedies in the area of ​​the demarcation line between the aristocrats and the merchants. It is shocking!"

In a tavern, several adventurers are chatting, one of the Rangers dressed up is drinking too much, and the voice is a bit louder: "Really, it's terrible!"

"Is it terrible?" asked a rough warrior. "We only heard some vague news that there have been several large-scale murders in succession..."

"The murder case? Haha... murder case!" The singer laughed a few times, shook his head hard, and poured a large mouthful of wine. "Where is the murder case! It is a cult sacrifice!"

Hearing this, the pub that was just quite noisy was quiet, everyone closed their mouth and looked at the direction of the Ranger.

For these old rivers and lakes, the murder case is not a big deal. Most of them have been killing people all the year round, and many people have killed more than one. But the cult sacrifices are different. The cultists kill and sacrifice, in order to summon the devil to the world, and when the devil reaches the world, it will cause enormous damage. If you have a village, you will die if you have more than one city.

In addition, their own strength is not weak, in the face of the general gangster villains or something, really do not know who killed who, so they are not afraid of murder. But in the face of demons, their power is not worth mentioning. When the devils are massacred, they are not stronger than ordinary people, and they are not necessarily able to escape.

So when I heard the word, everyone was stunned. Many people immediately made up their minds. As long as they really determined this cultist activity, they immediately left, and the farther the better!

Of course, there is also a sudden excitement, and I feel that I have the opportunity to make money or become famous, or to be able to go to the righteousness. The blow to the cult is a matter of a few positions in the main plane. Once an organization is characterized as a cult, then there is no need to say that the most prudent punishment is also executed in the whole. A little more stringent is the company’s relatives and friends. It’s better to say that only killing oneself is actually less. Under normal circumstances, At least the parents and their relatives will definitely be killed together.

The most recent fight against cults is the emptiness of the "Isis" organization. Although everyone knows that this organization is backed by the orc gods, not the abyss demon, but since Yuxiong gave them a cult hat, and no one is willing to sell them for the crime, then naturally they have to trouble them. It’s dead.

From what the Ranger said, this time the noisy at the junction of the aristocratic and merchant sentimental forces is a real cult - they are all playing killing sacrifices.

"What is going on?" A warrior came over and asked with concern.

The Ranger, who had already drunk six or seven minutes, sighed and said, "I went from Copper Hand City a few days ago and planned to go to Silver Shield City. One night, I lived in a small village... That village I didn't say the name. Anyway, I didn't have any living. It didn't make sense to say it. When I was in the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up from my sleep and felt a strong danger..."

"Strong danger?" The soldier snorted and asked, "What danger is it that can wake you up from sleep?"

"I don't know, but my experience tells me that I have to hide. Only when I hide, I have a way to live." The Ranger shook his head and poured a large amount of wine. "So I quickly cleaned up the room and made it look like I woke up in the middle of the night and hurried out of the door, and I hid under the bed."

"Do not hide under the bed, the bed board may not be able to cover you all, and people will hear the sound of breathing," the soldier said.

The Ranger smiled slightly: "Of course I have my way, but I will not tell you."

He did not say what he was doing, but just followed up on the follow-up: "I hid for about an hour, and when the crisis in my heart finally dissipated, it came out from under the bed. As soon as I came out, I smelled it thick. Bloody smell!"

“The whole village is dead?” The warrior at the same table with him guessed.

The Ranger nodded and grabbed the glass, but his hand could not stop.

"I put on the equipment and looked through the window. I saw a few saints with white light on the small square in the middle of the village. What is being said. There is also a pastor with two saints holding a purification ceremony. ——By the aura of them, I clearly saw that the earth’s body was full of people’s bodies, blood flowed to the ground, and merged into a magical array that made me feel like the hair was upright!”

Hearing here, more than one adventurer is already packing up and ready to run away.

“Who are those priests?” an adventurer asked.

"The believer of the Lord of Justice." The Ranger replied, "I saw the hairs erected and rushed to them. I chatted with them and realized that there was someone here to hold a sacrifice to open the abyss. The portal, summoning powerful demons. But the guy is not lucky, the ordinary villagers have insufficient strength and can't open the door completely. The priests feel the evil and use the transmission spell to come directly nearby, but arrive. It is precisely because they came so fast that the cultists had to flee, leaving only the scene of the sacrifice ceremony that did not succeed."

"Then your luck is not bad. If the clergymen don't come, wait for the demon to summon them. You will be found under the bed."

"Yeah, my luck is not bad, but the luck of the village is not good!" The Ranger sighed and said, "I was dragged and asked for a long time, the light lie was measured three times, and finally the priesthood The people finally confirmed that I had nothing to do with this, only let me go. Yes, they also took me to help the villagers to do the aftermath - a total of fifty-one people, men, women and children, a trap..."

Said, this Ranger shook his head and drank.

The pub was silent for a while, then an adventurer said: "But... there have been murders elsewhere. I remember that the Grey Goat Village died more than a dozen."

"The sacrifices are definitely sacrifices!" said the Ranger, "If the cult is a large-scale event, it will definitely not only sacrifice once!"

The adventurers looked at each other and most of them looked uneasy from each other's eyes.

"So... where should we go safer now?" A young adventurer couldn't help but ask the question everyone cares about.

"Go to the capital, there may be a safe spot." Someone said.

"No! It’s really safe to leave the gold coin federation!" Someone said.

"Can leave the gold coin federation, where to go?" Someone asked.

"Come to the south by boat. If a cult is to sacrifice, it will not make trouble at sea..."

"No! Go to the North, or even go directly to the Northwest Republic!" A middle-aged adventurer said loudly, "The law and order in the Northwestern Republic is good. Although it is not easy to find a job, but the workers can live the same... I am getting older, just taking advantage of this opportunity to retire!"

The adventurers talked a lot, and soon some people left, and in the end the whole pub was left with only drunken rangers screaming at the table.

However, no one found that his mouth was hung with a sly smile...