My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

At night, the silver light outside the window is like sand.

In the guest room, several senior members of the Warlock Brotherhood gathered together.

Lannister looked at the sorceress:

"The Mingjiao's attitude is very ambiguous. They don't seem to be interested in our conditions.

Yennefer, you made the suggestion. What do you think? "

Geralt spoke calmly: "Isn't it normal that the Church of the Gods is not interested in the items traded by the Warlock Brotherhood?

The knights and priests did not dare to use the methods used by the warlocks to strengthen themselves. "

"Geralt, you are now a member of the Brotherhood too!"

Lannister was inexplicably annoyed, and he couldn't stand the way he spoke.

"It's true that I'm a member of the fraternity, but I'm not stupid. I can't understand such simple principles."

Geralt's response was pointed at Maimang, who had repeatedly made things difficult for Yennefer. He had been unhappy with her for a long time.

"you"

Lannister was furious. After Yennefer returned to Sandney Island, she invisibly usurped some of his interests. Therefore, the relationship between the two was not harmonious, and there were often some minor frictions.

Both of them are old foxes, but they are not at odds with each other.

"Just say a few words," Yennefer said.

She was happy that the White Wolf was supporting her, but she couldn't get into too much trouble with the Lannister.

Everyone is in the same boat as the Warlock Brotherhood, and it would be no good for anyone to break up.

She took a sip of moonshine wine and said:

"The top priority now is to determine what the Mingjiao needs most, so that we can cater to them."

The wine served in Mingjiao's guest room was sweet and fragrant, which pleased her very much.

Jerlok glanced at Yennefer tenderly and said with a smile:

"I don't think it's so troublesome. Haven't the people of Mingjiao always emphasized that the reason for not being able to trade is that there are insufficient materials to make the magic circle? Let's just ask if we can get the magic circle if we provide the materials.

If they say yes, it means that the other party is not trying to push the envelope, and we can just find a way to prepare the materials.

If they change their mind again, it means they are not interested in trading with us, which will be difficult. "

Dog men and women!

Lannister cursed secretly in his heart and said:

“The best way is to meet the glorious crown of God.

Both of you have spent a lot of time in the Rhine City and have met the gods.

Especially Geralt, who has known the gods since they were little in their hometown.

I don’t understand why people from the Ming Cult prevent us from seeing the God of Glory? "

Yennefer whispered:

"Archbishop Janice said it's inconvenient recently and it will take some time to see him, so we'll have to wait."

Lannister curled his lips, thinking that this was the Ming Cult's excuse.

When it came to Janice, Geralt felt like he was in another world.

The little girl who once opened her arms to block him was already a fifth-level transcendent, a red archbishop, and the commander of the Silver Dawn Legion.

The weight of these titles made him a little breathless. He couldn't help but start to wonder if it was because of him that the other party was deliberately delaying the opportunity to arrange an audience.

Several people discussed for a long time, but could not come up with a better way, so they decided to wait.

On this mission to Mingjiao, they came with the belief that they must complete their mission.

The matter of the Moon Soul Spiritual Light Array involves the layout of the entire Xideni Island, and there is absolutely no reason to give up.

Geralt and the two returned to their rooms, and Yennefer asked:

"Do you think we can get the job done?"

The demon hunter thought for a while and nodded affirmatively:

"I think it's okay.

If they are unwilling to help us, Mingjiao can find other reasons to frustrate us. "

Yennefer nodded slightly:

“I don’t think there’s a problem either.

Frand McLean is the Light Judge of the Ming Cult and controls the Judgment Hall.

He is still a fourth-level transcendent. To be in a high position, he must have a good personal relationship with the God of Glory.

I know Flanders fairly well. He is a person who is willing to give up some of his interests for the ideal of uniting mankind to resist evil gods and forming an alliance. "

Considering Flanders's character, she believed that the reason why the God of Glory was avoiding him today might really be because the God was not in Shattrath now. "

Geralt opened a corner of the curtain, looked at the silver light towering into the starry sky, felt the throbbing in his blood, and sighed.

"Quack!"

The big golden bird with beautiful coverts swayed with a stream of spiritual light, flew over the church, and disappeared in an instant.

Why does this voice seem familiar? !

Kingdom of Hinterlands, Iberian Mountains, secret base of the Storm Lord Church.

In the meeting hall, Pope Andre Williams looked at the many archbishops in the audience and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, I don't need to tell you that you all understand what it means to us that those fishmen rushed to the cold mountains to look for our traces.

Tell me, what should we do next? "

Archbishop Joseph Howard said:

"Your Majesty, our current location is unique. Murlocs cannot fly. If they want to attack us, they can only go through the tunnels buried in the mountains.

The tunnel is not spacious. When the murlocs attack us through the tunnel, we don't really face many enemies and we can completely resist them. "

Andre looked at the archbishop who was speaking like an idiot and said angrily:

"The fishmen are just the lowest cannon fodder among the evil god's minions, why should I worry about this?!

The Deep Diver Legion, the Hydra Legion, if these troops come, I ask you how to deal with them?

There must be sixth-level extraordinary creatures among the high-level minions of the evil god. How can we resist such enemies as they keep attacking?

You're not going to tell me that the worst case scenario is blowing up the tunnel, are you? "

Uh, how do you know that's what I think? Joseph suddenly did not dare to speak any more.

Andre's fingers tapped the table rhythmically and said:

"Now we are facing the same dilemma as when we abandoned the city of Bilvia. If the enemy continues to carry out high-intensity attacks, the energy reserves in the asylum circle will be seriously insufficient."

He sighed helplessly in his heart, the church was now disconnected from the gods.

The Church of the Lord of Storms has lost its last source of support.

So far, no one in the church has advanced to the sixth level, and there is no guarantee of high-level force. When the evil god comes to this continent, it will be difficult for the church to fight against the evil god.

A legion of silver-level warriors can use the secret technique of combined attack to fight against the evil god, but this confrontation does not refer to confronting the evil god, but to protecting themselves from the evil god's attack.

If all the people at the main node positions among the extraordinary beings who make up the legion reach the sixth level, then there will be a slight possibility of confronting the evil god.

However, the combat endurance of the Evil God far exceeds that of the Silver-ranked Extraordinary. In the end, the entire human legion was annihilated.

The purpose of the Legion's existence is to cooperate with the gods in fighting. Now that the gods are gone, do they still have a future?

Andrew lamented in his heart, now, it is time to think about the way out.

But if we take another step back, where can we go?

The air in the meeting hall seemed to have quality, making everyone breathless.

Some people realized the current predicament and remained silent.

Those who did not realize the dilemma could not think of a way to solve it and remained silent.

Time flows slowly through the mountains like a stream, and before you know it, it’s the night of the red moon again.

In Loch Modan City, the protective circle has not been completely repaired, and the northwest corner of the city is isolated from the dim light.

This was originally a ghetto, and it still is.

Once upon a time, the evil god's minions army broke through the city's magic circle, and countless kobolds invaded the city from this ruined land.

Now, the echoes of the war have faded, and the looted city is slowly recovering.

But here, it still remains chaotic and unbearable, just like in the past, and it seems that it has not changed forever.

The bloody gauze shrouded this ruined land, and the broken door made a "squeaking" sound, crossing the low wall and passing through the narrow window under the cold night sky, in the small house with mottled exposed brick walls. Spin.

"rustle"

Someone seemed to be moving around in the courtyard. Soraka woke up from her nightmare and carefully lay down on the small window to look out.

Nothing.

Soraka swallowed, turned around and hugged her old rag doll, curling up on the small bed and shivering.

She is eleven years old. Her parents and younger brother were all killed in the war, leaving her and her grandmother alone in the family.

Every night when she went to bed, she would dream about the colorful blood stains blooming on the ground like flowers, and she would dream about her brother standing beside her bed with his colorful internal organs and saying that he was cold.

She would dream that her mother had tied a ponytail for her, and there were two bright beads on the braid, eyeballs.

She originally slept with her grandma, but in recent days, grandma has become more and more strange. She often says things she doesn't understand, or stares at her without blinking, like a dead fish.

Sometimes, grandma would smile at her, showing her missing teeth.

Soraka saw a darkness in her grandmother's mouth, like an abyss, just like the kobold standing in front of her door with a bone knife that day.

It was getting colder and colder at home. When she woke up in the morning, there would be a layer of white frost on the quilt. She took the quilt outside to dry it, but there was no trace of water. She saw traces of black air rising in the sun.

She lit firewood and put it in the brazier, but it didn't seem to have any effect. The house was still cold.

She was afraid, and she begged her grandma to leave the house with her and go to a crowded place. She thought it would be better that way.

But grandma didn't want to leave. She felt that she couldn't leave grandma alone.

Soraka prayed to the gods, but grandma said that the gods were dead and would no longer respond to them, the lost lambs.

She couldn't believe that these words actually came from her grandma, because her grandma was the most devout believer in the family.

On weekdays, if she didn't want to go to school, her grandmother would slap her palms with a bamboo board and say that she had failed to live up to the expectations of the God of Knowledge.

The food at home was finished yesterday and she was very hungry.

"Dong, dong"

The knock on the door seemed very abrupt in the silent night, like a drop of ink dripping into clear water, and the breath of fear spread in this small room.

Soraka felt a chill rising from her tailbone. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the door, praying in her heart that this was her imagination.

"Dong, dong"

As if a heavy drumbeat was beating in her heart, Soraka felt countless ants crawling on her scalp, and a few strands of hair on her forehead stood up.

She covered her mouth and her body couldn't help shaking.

"Soraka, it's grandma!"

A strange accent appeared in the room and seemed to be whispering in her ear.

Soraka's arms were immediately covered with goosebumps, and she whispered in a tearful tone:

"Why are you here so late?"

She decided to leave home tomorrow no matter what.

"Soraka, I heard the call of the gods, and I saw the kingdom of heaven displayed by the gods. The gods said that as long as we believe in it, we can live forever in the kingdom of God."

Indistinct words echoed in her ears.

"Grandma, how did you get here?" Her voice became even quieter.

"Of course I walked here."

Soraka's eyes were filled with tears. One of her legs was broken on the day the kobolds attacked, and she couldn't get out of bed at all.

Grandma's eyes were blinded a long time ago and she couldn't see anything.

Grandma was hard of hearing, so she had to shout in her ear to be heard.

"Open the door, Soraka, Grandma told you to pray to the great Mother Goddess of All Things."

"Wait for me to put on my shoes."

Soraka's tears were like rain. She put on her shoes carefully, crept to the window with her rag doll in her arms, suddenly pushed the window open, and jumped out.

Then, she suddenly ran towards the faint light in front of her.

"Help."

"Bang"

The door was kicked open and hung on the wall, and the old lady limped in.

"Why don't you believe in the Mother Goddess of All Things with me? Only she can save us.

Soraka, you are not good, damn you."

The old lady muttered to herself as she walked to the window and jumped out.

Although she was missing a leg, her speed was not slow. Soon she caught up with the girl who had been hungry for a day.

Soraka was tripped by something and fell to the ground. She felt as if water was dripping on her forehead.

She endured the pain and continued to run forward. Finally, she ran to the place where the light was flickering. That was the land of hope.

"Bang!"

She felt like she hit an invisible wall, with stars in her eyes, as if countless flies were flying around her ears.

Can't get in!

The hope that had just risen disappeared in an instant, and her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

And the "grandmother" had already walked over. With the help of the faint light, Soraka saw a dark mass in the "grandmother's" eye sockets, and there were no eyes there.

"Grandma" stretched out two hands like chicken claws, drooling:

"Soraka, pray to the gods with me."

"Help!" Soraka shouted out all her strength, her pupils dilated a little.

A golden sword pierced out from the dim light and sank into the old lady's head without any resistance.

Soren Barov walked out of the protective magic circle, changed from stabbing to chopping, and easily cut the old lady in half.

"Completely corroded by the gray fog." He saw the black internal organs spilling and shook his head gently.

On the night of the red moon, he didn't dare to rest and personally participated in the city patrol, and happened to encounter this incident.

Soren looked at the fallen girl suspiciously. He didn't feel any trace of pollution in this ordinary person.

How is this possible? Ordinary people will be polluted if they stay in the gray fog for one night.

Today is the night of the red moon, and it takes less time to be polluted.

He turned to his guards and said:

"Pry open her mouth and pour a bottle of golden potion into her."

The golden potion was very useful, and he used it as the quickest way to check whether it was contaminated.