1 hour ago, in the eastern wilderness of Secred, on a stream near the edge of the Aboriginal reservation and the United States, a conflict just ended.
The army transporting ammunition and equipment was ambushed by the indigenous people here, and fighting broke out between the two sides. Dozens of army soldiers in blue uniforms and the remains of Valentine's original warriors fell in the flowing stream ditch, along the rapid stream.
And down.
Blood pollution turns the shoals and river water red.
On the other side of the dense forest, there was a sudden roar, and a black horse rushed down the hillside, stepped into the stream, and walked leisurely to the body of an aborigine who looked like a chief.
A man in a black windbreaker jumped off the horse. His cowboy hat was full of dust and the edges were a little shabby.
The man opened his trench coat with both hands and put two guns on his waist. However, he did not take out the guns. He just took out matches and cigarettes from his pocket and got one for himself.
Then, he took out a white crystal bottle from the bag of the "corpse" at his feet, with a yellow gaseous substance floating inside.
After looking at it for a moment, he stuffed it into his jacket pocket with satisfaction and prepared to leave.
However, at this time, the "body" under his feet actually moved and grabbed the man's ankle.
"Adolph Drake..." the still-living chief was furious, "Do you know what you have done? You are causing a war!"
"So you are still alive..." The man named Adolf kicked the chief away, "I think you miscalculated. For you, this is not a war, but a massacre. I only use this as punishment.
You hid a secret from me..."
After saying that, Adolf got on the horse, and under the chief's bloody and angry gaze, he made a slight provocative movement with his fingers in the air, and then walked away.
As soon as he walked away, several crocodiles on the other side of the river that were eating the corpse seemed to be guided by some kind of force. They all gave up the corpse and surrounded the surviving aboriginal chief.
The next second, a miserable howl pierced the night sky...
Not long after, Adolf appeared outside an abandoned wooden house in the wilderness.
The house is near the cliff. Looking down into the distance below, you can see a few lights, which are not particularly bright. They are in the direction of Walding Town.
Adolf didn't look over there. He entered the house. On the table in the house were two bowls of prepared herbs. Adolf divided the substance in the white bottle he had just obtained into two parts, poured them into the two bowls respectively, and drank.
There are still words in it.
Not long after, two bottles of magic potion, one red and one black, were mixed and placed in front of him.
"Abandon the inherent rationality of intelligent creatures, forget the burden of the material body, and enter dreams with passion. When you raise your eyes, you will find the 'secret place'..."
Adolf took a deep breath, opened the cork, and poured the potion into his throat.
Suppressing the unpleasant smell, he blew out the wick and lay on the dilapidated bed, looking at the leaky roof, waiting for sleepiness to hit...
……
At the same time, across the quiet western continent, Velen, the capital of the Greybean Empire, is still daytime due to the time difference.
On the bustling British-style street, Abigail, wearing a large flowered hat, walked out of a classical private museum.
As soon as he went out, an old voice came from behind him: "Be careful, my lady, although we all know that those pagans are liars in disguise, but this thing is quite evil."
Abigail turned to look at the old man, touched the bulging black bag in her arms, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't try any evil rituals. Isn't it right for us to get rid of the superstitions that deceive the public?
Is this the purpose of a newspaper? Right, I just need to find something interesting to draw material for my work."
After saying that, Abigail walked into the street holding the cloth bag, quickly passed through the crowd, and returned to her rental house on Thorn Street.
After closing the door, Abigail entered the study without changing her shoes. She quickly cleaned the table, swept away the scraps of manuscripts all over the table, and placed the black bag roughly beside the ink bottle.
Then, Abigail opened the leather bag, and a strange-shaped statue was quietly placed there.
It was a collection of a sheep's skull and octopus tentacles. On the skull, one of the sheep's horns was accidentally broken off over the years, leaving only another one sticking out from the top of the skull, with a curved, sharp tip.
The corners point forward.
Something like an octopus's tentacles sprouted out from various places in the sheep's skull. Some of them even penetrated the originally hard skull and squirmed ferociously out of the cracks. Lifelike suckers and inexplicable canine cracks grew together.
On the tentacles.
"Wow... this thing looks really unique. It's great to use this as a material!"
Abigail's eyes were full of curiosity about the unknown. She stood up and took out a bundle of scrolls made of unknown leather from the dark wood bookshelf behind her, and spread them out next to the sculpture.
The writing on the scroll is crooked and does not belong to any common writing nowadays. It is quite ancient. And the preserved pictures are also full of mysterious symbols and twisted monsters, which are so terrifying that people dare not look directly at them.
Abigail seemed to have gained some information from this. She illuminated the scroll with ground stone powder, drew an incomprehensible ritual pattern on the table, placed the sculpture on top, and lit candles around the pattern. p>
A piece of dead leaf was held in her mouth, and Abigail read the obscure and ancient language on the paper before.
Ten minutes later, nothing happened. She stared at the sculpture for a while, and then breathed a sigh of relief. There was no sense of loss in her expression after the ritual failed.
"Sure enough, the so-called relics are just props used by cultists to confuse the public. I have to record all of this."
She took out her notes for recording materials from under the drawer, and was about to write it all in plain language on a blank page, but for some reason, the passionate Abigail felt a strong sense of sleepiness.<
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She suddenly wanted to take a nap, but she didn't expect that as soon as she lay down like this, she fell asleep directly on the cushioned chair.
……
In the eastern part of Secred, Adolf became sleepy. Due to the effects of the medicine, he began to have various hallucinations in his mind. The whole world seemed to be twisted and kneaded together, and then exploded into various forms.
All kinds of bright colors.
When he opened his eyes, the lush forest had already surrounded him.
The breeze blew by, and it was extremely quiet. The only sounds of fallen leaves and wind were still there.
Adolf couldn't hide his excitement. He glanced around, holding his hair tightly with both hands, in disbelief.
"Finally found it! The 'woodland' rumored to exist outside the secret residence! The secrets written in ancient books are true!"
The inexplicable joy was beyond words. With passion and desire, he walked aimlessly for two steps among the grass, and the dead leaves under his feet made a crisp sound.
"If I remember correctly, the 'Secret Lodge' should be within the enclosure of the woodland, and the mystery of knowing is hidden there!" Trying to recall the secret history records he had read, Adolf looked around and discovered the distance through the gaps in the tree trunks.
The thick white fog.
There it is!
He approached that direction with some urgency and some timidity. After a while, he stood at the junction of the thick fog and the forest, with his eager heartbeat beating his chest like a drumstick.
Carefully looking at the unknown territory in front of him, Adolf was full of enthusiasm, but hesitant because a strange worry filled his heart.
"Am I qualified to time travel now?"
He doubted himself a little, but his extreme desire to explore still drove him to reach out and touch the thick fog gently, very carefully, but even so, the moment his fingertips touched the thick fog, the fog followed his fingers.
It spread.
At the same time, an extremely deep and confusing thought rushed directly into Adolf's mind.
The messy language is brainwashing his consciousness, the terrifying low murmur seems to be hollowing out his whole body, and the strong desire to attract is leading Adolf into the thick fog, and requires him to give up his consciousness and become an aimless person.
exists like a wandering spirit.
As long as he touches it for one more second, Adolf's spirit will be directly destroyed by the chaotic will of the thick fog. This terrifying feeling scares him so much that he almost yells.
Adolf, who was wearing a trench coat, hurriedly retreated. When he stabilized his mind, he realized that his back was completely wet.
At the same time, there was only one thought left in his mind: Never enter the thick fog!
After hesitating for a moment, Adolf pinched his chin with his hand, feeling unwilling and regretful: "Now, I can't even set foot in the thick fog that surrounds the secret residence? What if I reach the level of Secret Transmission III?"
Taking a deep breath, Adolf shook his head helplessly.
However, at this time, his eyes looked towards the depths of the dense forest to the side. Between the swaying gaps in the forest, there seemed to be a dilapidated house located there. It could be vaguely seen, not far from Adolf's position.<
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Adolf's heart skipped a beat. He looked through various secret history records just to enter the "Secret Lodge", but there was no ancient book that explained in detail what was in the Secret Lodge and the forest.
Is it normal to have a house?
Adolf moved in that direction and soon came to the dilapidated house. What was very strange was that the shape of this room was something Adolf had never seen before.
Even the oldest ruins of the Shadowless Empire on this continent, the architectural style is very different from this one.
The door of the dilapidated house was closed tightly. Adolf looked around and saw no one, so he stepped forward and tried to push it open, but as soon as his hand touched the door, his whole soul seemed to be shaken, and his body was ghosted.
, it was so shocking that he cautiously and immediately moved away from the house, retreating more than ten meters before stopping, with cold sweat already breaking out on his forehead.
At this moment, the sound of feet stepping on dead leaves appeared beside him. Adolf immediately turned his head and looked over, and suddenly saw a woman with short hair pushing through the bushes and also arriving in front of this mysterious house. p>
The visitor was Abigail, who fell asleep at the same time. She looked at the cowboy in front of her blankly and asked tentatively: "Excuse me... what is this place?"