Warhammer Inquisitor

The Caliban Forest seems to have never changed. Tall trees stand up from the ground, and the canopy is like the entire sky, covering this unchanged forest forever.

If you want to classify Caliban, some people will say that he is a primitive world, because the residents here live in a backward life, and some people will say that it is a feudal world, so there are knights and castles that are only available on the phone, and others will say that here It is a paradise world because it has a natural environment that has never been polluted.

But if you ask me, Caliban is definitely the world of death. The forest here is not only beautiful, but also eats people. This is not an adjective, but a verb.

The raven flew through the air, passed through the tall trees, flapped its wings to avoid the predators clinging to the trees, landed on the top of the tall trees, and looked at the herbivores below with its gray-blue eyes , They graze in the woodland, rub each other's horns to show courtship, and reproduce.

But suddenly, the deer grazing with its head down raised its head. It chewed the grass and looked towards the forest. Jackals were saved from the back of the bush. This kind of animal between the cat family and the canine family is a common dangerous predator in the local area.

With wolf-like claws, lion-like teeth and cheetah-like fur, and a head more like that of a jackal, these Caliban predators travel in packs, chasing down and rounding up their prey.

The raven stood on the tree, overlooking the chasing scene below. The jackals ran behind the deer, running swiftly among the bushes, vines, and curved trees. Some of them caught up with the deer and killed them. Some of them fell to the ground, while others had a clear division of labor and did not stop, but continued to chase ahead.

They chased after the fleeing deer herd, roaring continuously, threatening the fleeing prey. The spotted deer jumped over the ditches in the forest and jumped over the wide tree vines.

But suddenly, fallen leaves and weeds were thrown up on the ground below. A strong man grabbed a spear and stabbed it into the belly of the spotted deer from below. He fell to the ground over his shoulder.

It hoofed and struggled, but was stabbed to death by the stone knife of the hunter who appeared suddenly. He turned sharply, and the deer ran around him. The coming jackal roared.

The man was strong, tall and burly, but had dirty blond hair, was naked from the upper body, and only wore a pair of fur trousers.

The jackals stopped. They bared their teeth and roared in front of the man, and the man opened his mouth to roar at them. He had no teeth in his mouth, but he was not afraid at all. A jackal pounced on him and bit him with its teeth. Its neck, but the man grabbed its neck with a strong palm, threw it to the ground, and then twisted its neck.

The jackal let out a whimper and died, and the rest were frightened. They bowed their backs but took a few steps back. The man pulled out the spear made of wood behind him, grabbed it in his hand and roared at them angrily. The beasts flinched. They roared angrily, and dragged their prey back into the woods.

The man exhaled, and looked no different from those beasts. He turned around and grabbed the spear, pierced the jackal's body at once, carried it on his shoulder with the spear, and then picked up the deer's body Went into the woods.

The raven tilted its head to look at him, and then flapped its wings and flew down. It landed on the path the man passed and yelled at him. The blond man was startled, and he gritted his teeth and roared.

"Don't be afraid of me, I'm your friend." The crow said suddenly, the man carrying the deer was startled, and took a while to speak, "Are you talking? I've never seen a bird that can talk."

"I've never seen people howl like wild animals. Usually they come to talk." The crow replied, and the man showed a puzzled expression, "Human? What is that?"

"You are human." It quacked, but its words were very clear, but it was different from that of a man. What the latter said was actually more similar to the barking of animals, but they could understand each other.

"I'm not human." The man replied.

"Then what are you?" The crow croaked, and the man showed an expression he had never seen before, as if this question was the most complicated in the world.

"What am I?"

"Yes, what are you?" The crow flapped its wings. "You are a human being. You are human just like them, but you are not an ordinary human being."

As the crow spoke, it turned its beak to one side. The man was startled when he heard the sound of horseshoes and immediately hid behind the trees. On the path, there is a group of knights, who ride on tall horses with full armor, and they are also fully armed.

The leading knight was a young man, handsome, looking around cautiously with a lance raised, and he looked at the man, who immediately hid until he looked away again.

"Who are you, just like them." The crow spoke again, and the man looked at the riders outside, clenched his teeth, "No, they are terrible, armored beasts, like wolves, like manticores, made of iron A sword bites."

"But you are the same as them, you look the same, and you sound the same." The crow twittered and continued to talk to the man. The rider below seemed to have heard its words. Looking vigilantly, the man immediately lay down on the tree and took the prey Pressed under him, he arched his back and hissed like a clouded leopard.

"I seem to have heard something." The young knight said, frowning and looking carefully, "Just now, was that a person? Forest spirit?"

"You believe the legends of those dirty villagers, Luther." Another rider riding behind said, but Luther was still looking at the direction of the trees, squinting his eyes, "I must have seen something, as if It's a child."

"Okay, there won't be anyone here, let's go, we've been patrolling long enough." The rider patted him on the shoulder, and rode over with his gun raised. Luther was still not at ease, and hesitated for a while. keep up.

"You should go with them," said the crow, and the man hissed at it. "Be quiet! They will find us and hunt us."

"No, you are human like them, they will not hunt you, you should call him, you need a partner, friend." The crow said seriously, and the man frowned, "Friend? Partner? What is that?"

"Someone you can trust, someone you can rely on." The crow replied.

"No, nothing in the woods can be trusted, like a wolf, will bite you."

"But there are outside the woods. Follow them, call them, and tell them your name." The crow continued to speak earnestly, with its wings opening and closing on both sides of its body. The man frowned, and crawled away after seeing the knight go away. Get up, hold the spear in your hand, "Name? What is that?"

"Your name, the meaning of your existence in this universe."

"I don't understand what you're talking about, crow, do you have a name?" the man asked, and the crow nodded, "I have many names, and so do you. Tell them your name, you need them."

"Why?"

"Because in this universe, the lone wolf doesn't live long, Quack! Run!" The crow suddenly yelled, flapping its wings and flying up, the man turned his head in surprise, and saw a bloody maw rushing towards him.