My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Nick looked silently at the path winding up the mountain, and said in a solemn tone: "The villagers are all gone. There are cultists who have performed flesh and blood alchemy here. We have to follow their traces."

He turned his head and looked at the three soldiers: "Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid," Savas and Marshall replied firmly.

"Very good, courage is also our weapon." Nick waved his hand and pointed to the tallest house in the village: "We will tie the horses there and walk up the mountain."

The strength of the enemy is unknown, but I feel a little scared in my heart. Cultists, when first heard, are religious fanatics, and they are probably the kind of ruthless people who rush forward with explosives strapped to them. Croun felt a little uneasy. He felt that the correct way to use Goldfinger is to stay as far away from danger as possible. Living long enough makes him naturally invincible.

You can do things that are non-destructive, but try to stay away from anything that is dangerous.

He does not lack the courage to fight in desperate situations, but he is unwilling to take the initiative to face danger.

Nick led everyone at the front, and he stretched out his hand to push open the courtyard door.

Pieces of paint on the door fell off, revealing the gray-white mottled interior.

Perhaps it was due to serious wear and tear, and the groaning sound of "squeaking" accompanied by the push of the door echoed in this sleepy village.

Several people found the livestock shed, tied up the horses, put feed in the trough, poured in some soybeans and beat a few eggs.

After preparing the animals, everyone picked up their big gray bags and followed Nick's footsteps towards the end of the village.

Everyone was in good physical condition, and they were not burdened much by carrying a backpack of about fifty pounds.

At first, several people walked along the mountain path. Finally, after Marshall discovered the trampling marks of a large number of people, several people got off the road and wandered around in the mountains.

After wandering around for a day, I didn't find any valuable clues. The enemy was very purposeful and walked almost in a straight line into the mountains.

The sun sets in the west, and the orange-red light spreads across the mountains, casting a few long shadows.

Nick was walking at the front, holding a black log trekking pole. He looked sideways at the sky and stretched out his arm: "Camp here today."

"Yes, Father." The three Crusaders all responded with expressions of relief, and Savas sat down directly on the ground without caring about the gravel below.

Traveling a long way without a light burden, they no longer had the calmness they had when they first entered the mountains. Even Kroon, who prided himself on having excellent physical strength, was exhausted.

After a short rest, everyone found a leeward place and worked together to clean up the debris on the ground.

With Marshall's guidance, Crown built his own tent.

Then, he set up the pot and started cooking on the fire.

The diet is very simple but nutritious, consisting of beef cubes with white rice and dried vegetables.

The other two soldiers picked up a rope tied with numerous bells and set up a warning device outside the camp.

"Hell, there aren't even a few animals here. I want to hunt some wild game for a taste," Savas muttered.

Along the way, the few people did not find many traces of animal activity, but only saw a few birds flying across the sky from a distance.

"Don't complain, most of the animals are hiding at this time. Judging from past experience, it won't be long before it starts snowing heavily," Marshall comforted.

The sky gradually darkened, and a gray mist floated in the distance. Crown, who was looking around, whispered strangely: "Why does this fog wake up so early?"

According to his life experience, fog in the mountains only occurs after nightfall. He has never seen it so early. Only when it gets dark does the fog begin.

After hearing his words, Marshall also stood up and stared at the heavy fog spreading from the mountains: "This fog really started early."

Within a few minutes, heavy fog came over.

Crown sniffed and asked, "Did you smell a fishy smell?"

"It does have a fishy smell," Marshall agreed. "My nose is not working very well. I wasn't sure just now. I thought it was an illusion."

"Is there a big lake nearby? Why don't we go get some fresh fish to eat?" Red Beard came over and encouraged the two of them to fish together.

"Savas, I see that you have a lot of energy. Why don't you take charge of the vigil tonight?"

The priest must have heard someone's remarks and used words to attack him.

"Don't", Redbeard was about to say something when a roar from the depths of the gray mist interrupted him.

"Ouch."

"Ouch." As if some switch was turned on, the sounds came one after another, echoing each other.

The voice was sharp and full of violence.

"It's a wolf howling, damn, you're so unlucky!"

Nick said, but there was no worry on his face.

A wolf pack with sixty or seventy wolves is considered a very large wolf pack. They have four extraordinary beings here, which is not enough for them to warm up.

"Hey, the meat is delivered to your door," Redbeard shouted excitedly, "Wolf meat is not very tasty, but it would be a treat if it were a brown bear."

"Roar", a deep and powerful voice echoed through the forest.

"Crow's Mouth, it's really a fight this time!" Marshall raised his middle finger at his teammates.

"How could you tell it was a bear? How could you not start fighting when you see a wolf hunting in a pack?"

"My family is a hunter. I have been hunting with the adults in the mountains since I was more than ten years old. How could I not recognize the sound of a bear? As for how there could be a bear among the wolves, how would I know?!"

Marshall explained, holding onto the one-handed sword in his hand.

"Something's not right, be careful to conserve your strength." Nick raised a small buckler and swung his flail, making a whistling sound.

The howling of the wolf was getting closer and closer, and Crown heard it, mixed with the sounds of other animals.

It is impossible for wolves to hunt together with other animals and still get along with each other peacefully, without the sound of fighting.

This strange phenomenon made everyone more vigilant.

The gray fog seemed to be thin, as thin as a thin layer of fine yarn, but it had a considerable impact on vision. According to Kroun's visual inspection, the visibility was only about ten meters.

Looking further into the distance, the line of vision became blurry as if it had been inexplicably obstructed.

The sound of animals running quickly came from the mist, surrounding the camp from all sides.

Nick muttered a few weird syllables quickly. He waved his hands one after another, and wisps of red light emitted from his fingertips and landed on the weapons of the three warriors.

Suddenly, their one-handed swords glowed with a faint red glow.

"It's a waste of spiritual energy to use the enchantment of burning weapons to deal with these ordinary beasts, Father." Marshall said with a smile. He waved his sword a few times, and sparks emitted from the air. "It's really windy, I like it."

Crown also waved the weapon, feeling the burning sensation: "It's so magical. What kind of enchantment is the scorching weapon?"