Sword of Daybreaker

Plain of the Holy Spirit, east.

The rain fell over the night, and there were large and small puddles and slippery muddy land in the wilderness. The stubborn white stalks fell to the ground under the scouring of the rain, and they must be careful. Only then.

The corpse Taka drove the cart carefully and marched in the wilderness. He had to concentrate on picking up those places where there was no water and a solid place to prevent the wheels of the cart from falling into the quagmire, in such a place away from the camp. Once the wheel is caught in the quagmire, it will be a very troublesome thing.

A cold wind blew, this unshaven strong man couldn’t help but take a nap. He raised his yellow and muddy eyes and looked at the distant sky. He couldn’t help but swear: "The blood **** is really on the top. A **** of the weather."

It’s not a good sign for the rain on the night of the Anse Festival, especially for the superstitious draggers.

From the perspective of occultism, the rain on the night of soul reunion will seriously affect the effect of the bonfire, and even let some small bonfires not burn smoothly. The lost ancestral soul will be imitated in the curtain of water vapor and flame formation, plain residents Most of the terrible legends about evil spirits with the mountain people come from this.

From a practical point of view, the rain on the An Ling Festival often means that the weather will turn cold quickly, and the winter will be earlier and more rapid.

No matter which one, it is not a good thing for ordinary people.

The big car seemed to be crushed on the road to the stone. The whole car suddenly swayed abruptly. Taka hurriedly controlled the reins to maintain the balance. In the hum of several horses, the car stabilized again. This strong dragged man Looking back and looking at the board behind him, a dozen of human-shaped "goods" wrapped in linen were fixed there, and the ropes were not showing signs of looseness.

"You have to be well," Taka said. "At the next year's Anse Festival, someone will ignite a bonfire for you."

The body will of course not respond to the words of the corpse, but like every grotesque and stalked corpse, Taka has his own quirks. He is used to talking with his own "goods", pretending that those are able to The "passenger" who understands his own words, he thinks that it is necessary to have a good relationship with the "passengers". Only by maintaining a good relationship can these "passengers" avoid their troubles in the future.

In particular, these "passengers" are still dead on the battlefield. They are the widows of the most rumored soldiers who become evil spirits, and they are even more sloppy.

The road ahead was very slippery, and the puddles were difficult to bypass. The mortuary carefully controlled the car while whispering a curse: "This **** civil war... I don't know when to fight. You said yes?"

Although the curse is so cursed in his mouth, Taka is very clear that if it were not for the civil war, his "business" would not be so good.

The war will create many bodies, soldiers, civilians, and occasionally there will be knights and mages, of course, the latter is a noble dead, not the bottom of the taka, the bottom of the corpse contact, but the former does not The same, those who die on the battlefield and on the edge of the battlefield will become the main source of income for the corpses. The commanders of the warring parties and the people in the village will hire professional draggers to deal with bodies that are too late to converge or identify them. The corpses do not have to bury them seriously, but only need to transport them to the crater. Avoid contaminating water sources or generating evil spirits.

This is a low-lying but high-income job. The corpse is usually engaged in it for generations, and often doing this to deal with the dead, the corpse will naturally form their own set of rules and taboos, such as absolute You can't insult the deceased. You must never sing the name of the **** of death when you converge on the body (this is to prevent the deceased who should have entered other gods from being stared by the **** of death), and the body must be sent within two days of the end of the Anse Festival. destination.

It was because of this rule that Taka had to hurry on this muddy and slippery plain to prevent his "passengers" from being angry because they missed the "return day" after the Anse Festival.

When the giant day was gradually vacant, Taka finally arrived.

It is a place far from the front line of the war, and it is also far from the eastbound or any camp of the kingdom army. It is a natural big pit, and it has become stinky now.

The mortuary put on a thick scarf and hood, wrapped his hands with cloth, and he flexed flexibly from the cart and looked at the empty, uninhabited place.

Frankly speaking, this is not a very suitable cemetery. It does not meet the teachings of the gods of death, and it does not meet the requirements of the blood god. But this is the place designated by the client, so the taka as the corpse is not. I will delve into why I have to throw my body in this big pit.

Around the pit you can see some scattered wood carvings and metal frames. These are the simple altars set by the priests to appease the soul. They are very rough things, but they are enough to deal with the lowest level of evil spirits. Taka walked towards one of the woodcarvings next to the edge of the crater, and then, according to the rules of the mortuary, took a crumpled cedar flower from his arms and placed it at the root of the woodcarving.

The small white flowers lie quietly in a muddy breeze, and the petals tremble slightly in the cold wind. This small flower that can be seen everywhere in wet and dark environments has amazing vitality. It grows and blooms almost all year round. Even after being taken off, they can survive for a few days. The Ansu people firmly believe that this incredible vitality is evidence that they can communicate with the country of the living and the deceased, and the Ansu people believe in another thing: every one The death of the dead chrysanthemums is also growing in the country of the living and the dead. It is the moment when the world is dying, it is the moment when it blooms in the Hades, and the soul of the dead will pass this secret moment when the death of the dead and the full bloom The contact successfully arrived at "the other side" and set foot on the other side to the roads of various kingdoms...

"Small flowers, may you guide these lost people to find their destination..." The murderer whispered, marking the blood **** on his chest. "Oh... it’s really hard for you, a flower to pick up. Leading so many people..."

After saying this, Taka turned around and prepared to go to the cart to carry the body.

However, before he stepped, his sight suddenly noticed something else not far away.

It was a pile of bonfires and a small pile of bonfires.

The mortuary was a bit curious, and he stepped to the bonfire, and smelled a little bit of smoke in his nostrils.

This bonfire was actually extinguished not long ago.

“Someone is mourning the dead here?” Taka groaned and circled around the little bonfire. “It’s hard to be a relative of a lucky guy in the burial pit to take the body away...”

When the corpse’s words were halfway through, they suddenly stopped.

The rain last night was not small, and I heard that it was especially big under the big pit.

In the continuous rain, such a small bonfire is difficult to burn smoothly. Even if it uses the bark of a black-grained tree that can be burned in the rain, it should not be burned so thoroughly.

There was no trace of dampness around the campfire. It was not dried by the fire. Instead, it seemed that no rain fell on the ground more than a dozen meters.

In addition to the smell of smoke and dust in the air, you can smell a weird sweet taste. It seems to be a kind of floral fragrance, but it is not the smell of death.

Taka has been a corpse for half a lifetime, knowing the spices that will appear on the Anse Festival, but he has never smelled a similar taste...

Although he couldn’t say what was going on, the dragger instinctively felt a bit of weirdness. This strange feeling made him uneasy and made him vaguely reminded of the rumors circulating between the dead bodies in recent times. ......

It is said that there are ghouls in the night... There are monsters that devour flesh and blood in the dark land... The bodies in the burial pit seem to be inexplicably reduced... The remains that are too late to be buried often disappear for no reason...

In the cold wind of late autumn, the corpse could not help but tremble. He felt that something malicious was happening under his feet. Although he could not see it, it seemed to have seen himself.

He is not an extraordinary person, but he is a dragged man who has been dealing with the deceased for half a lifetime. He is a more devout blood god. He knows that he has some intuition that ordinary people don't have. This kind of intuition is indeed in the past. It really made him escape the attack of evil spirits several times.

He began to carefully retreat, moving as gently and naturally as possible, and try not to panic.

However, a bang of voice suddenly came into his ear, accompanied by the groaning sound, he saw some turf and clods in the burial pit below, and several burles The human figure that was thrown in three days ago was creeping strangely.

The mortuary's eyes widened. He clearly saw that there were several things like vines that suddenly grew out of the soil, pierced the bodies, and then the land fluctuated like water, swallowing those bodies into the darkness. ......

A huge panic struck, he finally couldn't help but exclaim, and after an exclamation, he ran away.

However, the weird sweet smell that permeated the air once again came out, and it was more obvious than before. In this sudden sweet smell, the spirit of the corpse Taka was awkward, and then it fell into a long and deep sigh. Dreamland.

The vine-like things spread from the dirt and the grass and wrapped around the limbs of the corpse. In a low squeak and snoring, the soil fluctuated like water, dragging him a little bit into the ground.

The cold winds of the late autumn blew through the plains, blowing through the uninhabited mass graves. It was quiet here, as if nothing had happened.

A moment later, a sudden gust of wind blew through the plains, and the wind whipped up a large piece of fallen leaves that I didn't know where. From the falling leaves, a woman wearing a green robes robes appeared.

Bertila frowned, looking at the position where the corpse was swallowed by the earth, and sighed slightly: "Unlucky guy..."

"Your bonfire that mourns the dead has caught his attention," a vague, low voice came from the depths of the earth, accompanied by a sly shuttle. "I am very curious, who is it, worth it." A patriarch ignited a bonfire in the Anse Festival... Do you believe in the return of the souls like ordinary people?"

"Headmaster, don't forget why you were punished for collecting good biomass here."

"Ha... you are probably the most boring woman in the world..."

There was a faint humming sound from the ground, and then the sound gradually sank, and the sound of the shuttle gradually weakened. The person who made the sound seemed to return to the deeper soil.

Bertila stood quietly for a while, seeming to think about something. After standing for a few minutes, she took a step in the long skirt of the gods, and the "legs" composed of countless roots and vines squirmed. , took her to the pile of bonfires that had been extinguished.

A blooming dead daisy fell in the embers of the campfire.

"I don't care what is in your body... This plan is something you can't resist."

"Mankind will last forever, even if it rebelles against the gods."