Chapter 142 67. I want to be a good
Druchi Rayne with a cruel face and shook his head at the Druchi pirates who were watching the excitement. The two pirates reacted quickly and ran over to hold down Musk's thigh. . His serrated dagger was like a scalpel, quickly slicing across Musk's thigh, and Darkus was full of praise for his exquisite technique.
The second and third blows directly passed through, and the white-haired thigh skin of Musk was directly pulled off by Renn in an understatement. Then Ren stood up, holding a handful of white hair, and raised the skin tissue high in the air. There was not even a trace of blood on the skin tissue. The Druchi and Skinks present cheered hysterically.
"Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me! I want to decorate it." Tehenhoin's first-born brother shouted at the top of his lungs.
"My horned rat!"
Musk wanted to shout, but he found that there was no feeling of pain at all. The eye covered by the big guy's saliva was turning desperately. He saw that familiar thing. He felt that it seemed to be his thing? Only then did the severe pain return to his brain, and he let out a terrifying scream that even tended to overwhelm all the sounds present.
Darkus frowned. He didn't like the sharp, high-decibel sound, but he didn't cover his ears.
Wren threw the skin tissue in the direction of the newborn brothers, and the skinks scrambled to grab it. In the end, Akadan actually grabbed it. Although Akadan had not recovered from the injury, Akadan, who had grabbed the skin tissue, had no idea of giving away what he got.
"Scream! Scream! Scream as hard as you can while you can!"
Ren raised his foot and was about to stomp on Musk's mouth with a boot. The sole of the shoe stopped in front of Musk's mouth. He seemed to be planning something else. A more fun way to play, he said fiercely to Musk with cruelty and viciousness.
"The big guy wants to have a taste."
Darkus was already lying down on the saddle, looking at the expression of pain and fear on Mask Mouse's face with interest. After seeing Ren throw out the skin tissue, he said it lightly. He has always been very generous. He also believes in Drucci's talent and skills in this area. Don't be in a hurry and have fun first. Everyone has been holding back for a long time.
"Yes, sir!"
Before he could finish speaking these two words, Ren seemed to be like a skilled executioner, directly slicing thin slices of meat. He turned the serrated dagger to roll the meat into something like a mutton roll, and then threw it into the big guy's drooling mouth. The big guy swallowed it directly into his belly without chewing it. After eating, the big guy kept chewing Growled.
"It said it wasn't enough!"
Renn cut off a few more thin slices of meat and threw them into the big guy's mouth. After eating a few slices, the big guy snorted and shook his head in disgust.
"It doesn't want to eat it. It thinks the meat is a bit sour and smelly!" Darkus said loudly to Druchi and the skinks present.
The surrounding Druchi and Skink laughed exaggeratedly.
Renn cut off another piece of skin tissue. With his superb skills, the size of this piece of skin tissue was the same as before. He held it up high and showed off, then threw it in the direction of Akadan again.
"Praise the Ancient Saint!" It was Akadan again. He once again grabbed the skin tissue and did not give it to the first-born brothers who were watching eagerly next to him. Suddenly he had an idea. He decided to dry the two pieces of skin and put them on his forked tail to make decorations. One on each side was just right! Perfect! He couldn't help but sigh.
"I can't accept it, accept it! No, no!" Musk said tremblingly with a cry. At this moment, he was no longer struggling. He seemed to have accepted his fate. He felt that he would return to the arms of the horned rat here today.
"He seems to be saying that he seems a little hot?" Darkus said jokingly, looking at Maska's eye-catching crimson robe. Who the hell is wearing the same class as him? Although his noble robe is purple on the outside and crimson on the inside, wouldn't it be the other way around and it would be crimson on the outside and purple on the inside?
Ren was already helping Musk trim the broken ear that was broken by Darkus just now. After receiving Darkus's instructions, he moved his hands neatly, and soon the crimson robe was trimmed by him. Got a strange shape.
Darkus couldn't help but secretly smacked his tongue when he saw the shape that Ren had trimmed. Because it looked strange, it seemed that he felt very familiar. Then he realized, isn't this just a one-piece vest and big pants? He couldn't help but sigh that he really deserved to be an artist, this was a pretty good job.
"The blood of this long-haired thing?" Genevieve quietly came over, licked her lips, and asked with excitement on Darkus' face. She had also heard the legend of this long-haired thing when she lived in Bretonnia and traveled around the empire, but the official government had always denied the existence of this long-haired thing. She didn't expect to encounter it in this magical continent. She suddenly Want to try it out of curiosity.
"Are you thirsty? I suggest you don't drink. It might get bad to your stomach." After hearing this, Darkus felt lonely. He wanted to change his mind and become a good druch, but the question was, where can he learn from it? Who should I learn from? Are there any good people around? He thought for a moment, shook his head and said jokingly.
After playing for a while, Ren saw that the fire was almost done. He raised his head and looked at Darkus respectfully. He was waiting for Darkus' order.
"Ask him." Darkus waved his hand to let the skinks disperse, and he said to Ren in the language of the southern city-state.
At this time, Musk had few pieces of intact skin left on his body, and half of his tail was broken off. He was short of breath and out loud, rolled his eyes, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, looking like he was about to die.
"Stop pretending. If you keep pretending, I will really beat you up." Renn put the tip of the serrated dagger to the lips of the long-haired creature and said coldly with the prophecy of the southern city-state. He waited for a while but didn't see any reaction from the long-haired thing, and he couldn't help but feel speechless. He knew what he was doing was serious. It looked miserable, but in fact it was nothing, and it would not cause fatal harm to this long-haired thing. Unless this long-haired thing was scared to death, but it didn't look like this reaction.
"I'll count to three. If you still act like this, I'll remove your horns."
"Three!"
Musk was still lying there pretending to be dead, but his trimmed ears suddenly moved.
"One!" Ren seemed to have skipped a step. He directly grabbed one of the horns of the long-haired thing, and placed the serrated dagger in the recess of the horn, preparing to cut it off.
"I said, I said! Don't touch, don't touch!" Musk opened his eyes and began to struggle violently, stumbling and speaking in the southern city-state language with Skaven grammar. He seemed to have figured it out. If he could communicate, maybe he wouldn't die so quickly?
"Shameless." Renn hit him viciously with the end of the handle of the serrated dagger. The barb on the end of the handle directly made a bloody hole in the face of the long-haired thing.
Under the severe pain, Musk's body spasmed again, and he stretched his palms and soles again, as if this was the only way to make the pain dissipate.
Soon, a Druchi dignitary and a Skaven Gray Seer apprentice were communicating in a stagnant manner in the southern city-state language.
Darkus quickly learned the name, occupation and purpose of this white mouse. He observed Renn's every move and nodded with satisfaction. He discovered that Renn really had a talent for diplomacy, was proficient in various languages, and was good at using... Various friendly ways to deal with different races. "This long-haired thing is very cunning." Darkus said casually.
Renn began to interrogate him hypocritically again. In the first sentence, he said that he would hurt Musk, but he did not do anything. In the next sentence, he said that he would not hurt Musk, but he directly hit him hard. He asked repeatedly.
At this time, the watching skinks had already dispersed and were resting and preparing for the upcoming journey.
"Give him some time to recover." Chupacoko looked at Ren speaking in a language that he could not understand but could understand. He realized what he had heard in the mouths of Kadava and members of his army seventy years ago. This kind of language seems to be being interrogated now? He guessed that this rat would not die so quickly. He said something to Akadan and then began to appease the newborn brother's emotions.
Akadan glanced at Chupa Coco with some disbelief, as if to confirm again. Chupa Coco nodded to him in the affirmative. Although he didn't quite understand, he still controlled the wind of Ji Lun and cast the earth. of blood.
The first-born brother became even more intense after seeing Akadan's move. He didn't understand why he did this. Chupa Coco directly pulled him aside and began to explain.
Darkus saw all this, but he didn't say anything. He thought Chupa Coco could still handle these things. Otherwise, why would he ask Chupa Coco to follow him south? Wouldn't it be nice to stay in Hesiota and yell at each other with Pidge Poch?
"No! What he said just now is inconsistent with what he said before!" Seeing that Ren didn't notice it, Elmir came over and said decisively. She thought for a moment and then said, "This word can express many meanings. This is different from what he described before."
Ren raised his head and glanced at Elmir in surprise, then turned to look at Darkus, who saw a lot of emotions in his eyes.
"It's normal. These long-haired things are best at word games. So I have to ask repeatedly, are Elmir's hands itchy? You come and play too."
Darkus said indifferently, although he didn't know much about Svenka Mouse. Human, but he knew that the writing of the Svenka rat people was hieroglyphic, each word had a meaning, there were thousands of words in total, and the Gray Prophets were also constantly updating the writing. The design of this writing was very complicated and cumbersome. To say that the Gray Seers don't have any bad intentions here is not Svenka at all. Musk's mentor is the one who compiled it, but it would be a bit of a joke to say that these cunning gray prophets can't play word games, and it's also not Svenka Ratman at all.
Elmir raised his eyebrows provocatively at Ren in an extremely concealed manner, which could only be seen from Darkus's angle. Then she took over Ren's serrated dagger, performed a few tricks, and began to show off on Musk's slowly healing wound.
"Hey! This one is even more important!"
Elmir, who was born in a pirate family, is obviously more proficient in Old World languages and interrogation techniques than Renn. She kept exchanging glances with Renn to confirm that Musk was right. wrong.
The interrogation lasted a bit long enough for Akadan to cast Earthblood again. After repeated confirmations, Darkus understood the cause and effect, and why Musk came to Lustria at this strange time.
"Make a cage to put him in. Pay attention to his mouth and claws. This thing will cast magic."
The team marched again, and the cage holding Musk was hung on the vault of the combat platform on the back of the giant beast. It started to sway from the bumps of walking. When night fell, his eyes glowed faintly green, and the cage swayed in the hot wind blowing from the Lustria jungle, as if like a soul lamp that was about to go out.
"I am the Gray Seer! The most powerful rat man! He actually did this to me! To me! What a hairless thing! What a thing!" After being restrained and unable to move, Mask regained some energy and whispered to Du, who was guarding him. Pirate Lucci raised his head and glared at him, then raised his head at the skink keeper next to him. The new skink keeper from Holoto understood and started poking him with the other side of his spear.
Darkus was sitting by the campfire eating barbecue and thinking. He had the impression that Chuanquillo had also come to Lustria and was captured by Slann? But soon Slan let Chuan Kuiluo go, because Slan got a foretelling that if Chuan Kuiluo was released, Chuan Kuiluo would cause more damage and harm to the Skaven than if Chuan Kuiluo was killed alone. Luo's income should be higher? I thought this was too special a Skaven, but what about Musk? Scrat bravely enters Lustria? Thinking about it, he suddenly laughed.
The Druchi who were also sitting next to the bonfire would not look at Darkus rashly. Darkus began to chat with the Druchi about the Skaven and popularized it among the Druchi. Some knowledge, because these Drukis will have to face the Skaven sooner or later. Combined with what Musk said today, he roughly talked about Musk's social status among the Skaven. After saying that the Gray Seer's apprentice must kill his mentor in order to ascend to the throne, the Druchi looked at each other. He felt that these Drukhi wanted to say something, but they were hesitant to say it, and they were hesitant to say it, but in the end they still did not dare to say it.
The next day, the team continued to set off. Under the guidance of Carlion, the team found a relatively high position with a good view to the southwest of Queza. The skinks from Horotho stood on the back of the giant beast. Looking at the broken Queza in the distance from the combat platform, some skinks even climbed to the top of the vault to take a look.
The temple city of Queza survived the Great Invasion but was abandoned for reasons unknown and unrecorded. In 1399 Imperial Calendar, the Plague Clan shimmered in Queza's shimmering forest of stalagmites and stalactites. The cave emerged, and Quiza was taken over undetected by the Skaven of the Plague clan.
Then began the millennium-long Snake and Rat War, which transformed Queza into a giant fortress. During that time, Queza became a cluttered, fetid wasteland filled with half-bitten animals. Bones, rotting garbage and rancid rat droppings. With this fortress as the center, the Plague Clan began to attack everywhere, ravaging the continent of Lustria.
Terhenhoin led a lizardfolk army that laid siege to Queza. He purged the Skaven occupiers, but the temple-city remains deserted to this day. It's a place deliberately avoided by the lizardfolk, a place tainted beyond redemption by the disease of the evil Skaven.
"Go on."
Darkus raised the monocular and looked at it for a while, then shook his head. He was not interested in going in for a walk, and he didn't think there was anything waiting for him there.
After walking south for another day, the team is about to turn southwest and go to the first city, Itaza. The rainy season is coming soon.
Darkus finally decided to let Musk go and let Musk bravely venture into the world in Lustria. Life and death depended on the blessing of the horned rat. Maybe he would encounter him again in the future?
Musk, wearing a large crimson jumpsuit and pants, was escorted in front of Darkus in embarrassment. In the past few days, the guards had not allowed him to rest. He was hovering on the edge of fear and could only keep praying to the horned rat.
"There's what you need there." Darkus pointed to the City of Starlight in the direction of Asluoto and said jokingly to Musk. Then he retracted his hand, stretched it out in the direction of Musk and shook his hand, " My name is Darkus Hellscourge, a Druchi. Nice to meet you. Come on, Shushu! See you again when we have a chance!"
Darkus's team set off, and Akadan gave him a message again before leaving. Musk cast Earthblood.
"The Horned Rat has appeared! It's alive! Yes, yes!"
Musk stood there blankly. He waited for Darkus' team to walk out for a long time before he came back to his senses. Then he started dancing crazily and mouthing Keep chanting.
The First-born Brothers are a joke. In the game, the lizardmen have two First-born Brothers as followers. One has a 20% reduction in maintenance fees for the entire army. The red-crowned First-born Brothers have +5 leadership for the entire army.
(End of chapter)