Chapter 447 Good Eyesight Leida

In the Land of Shadows, there is an unremarkable water pool.

A group of strange-looking creatures gathered here.

These creatures walk on two legs like humans and hold various primitive or bloody weapons in their hands. However, their entire bodies are pear-shaped, fat and strong, their faces are very flat, their teeth are exposed, and their faces look a bit like bats.

These creatures were surrounded by blood, dyeing the pool red.

The strange monsters seemed to maintain a certain organization. The monsters holding big sticks surrounded a blood-colored three-pronged spear that seemed to be cut from bone, and seemed to be performing sacrificial activities.

Blood mist emerged above the fork and filled the surrounding area. As the monster thrust the fork upward, blood flowed around and showered on the monster.

The monsters became excited and turned their forks and clubs on themselves, stabbing wounds and forming new pools of blood.

The excited monsters were obsessed with creating a blood pool, and did not notice that the blood pool on the ground fluctuated and bubbled, as if it was gradually boiling.

The blood pool surged, and a person stood out from the shallow blood pool.

The man wore a black helmet with golden decorations. The helmet had a backward chamfer. The cape outside the barrel-shaped coat had been dyed red by the blood pool.

Although she is covered in armor, her slender figure shows that she is a woman. The long sword in his hand seems to be woven, the hilt is made of fine gold, and the sword body also has fine lines.

The monsters were stunned when they saw the person who suddenly came out.

The two sides looked at each other, and the monster's eyes turned blood red. He roared, called his friends around, and launched an attack on the female knight.

After the female knight came out, she wiped the blood on her faceplate, looked coldly at the charging monster, and raised her sword.

Ten golden needles appeared out of thin air, surrounding the female knight in the air, and then the lightning shot out instantly, piercing the monsters rushing towards her at the same time.

The monster fell, splashing blood in the blood pool.

Then the monster's body suddenly bounced away and hit it heavily in the distance.

Lance Sanks came out clutching his head and complained:

"What a crappy place to teleport to. I got hit on the head when I first came here. What if I get hit like a fool?"

Lance Sanks looked at the monster corpses nearby and the monsters still charging over, and clicked his tongue.

"It's so troublesome." Lance Sanks put his hands together in front of his mouth to form a loudspeaker, and then took a deep breath.

Lance Sanks' chest rose high, and ferocious flames surged out from the horn, scorching all the monsters around him. In front of the dragon flames, the bodies of those monsters melted to pieces, their blood dried up, and they were thrown directly away for more than ten meters.

After clearing the area, Lance Sanks and the female knight Leda were waiting quietly. After a while, the other companions returned from the blood pool one after another.

Ampah, who was in charge of the teleportation, finally appeared. At this time, there were no monsters or dangers around. He had time to observe the surrounding environment.

Patch was also looking around curiously, and he noticed the burnt monsters:

"What are these?"

Ampah observed it and said, "It should be a blood monster."

Patch's spider legs poked at the scorched corpse: "Are people who believe in the Invisible Mother like this?"

Leda said: "They were once slaves and suffered abuse. After suffering too many wounds from the war, they turned to believe in the wounds."

"It's crazy," Patch said.

"War will make people crazy." Leda said, "Crazy always needs faith to soothe it."

Ampach took a deep look at Leda:

"Miss Leda, you seem to know the Land of Shadows very well."

Leda clenched her sword tightly, her voice a bit resentful:

"I have prepared a lot and learned a lot, all to help Lady Michaela's gentle world..."

Ampah said: "But Lady Michaela seems to have changed her mind because of the knight we are going to find."

"I will confirm with my own eyes." Leda said coldly, "Confirm whether that adult is worthy of Lady Michaela's devotion to such an extent."

Ampach chuckled: "It seems that there is no shortage of motivation, so let's start looking. Miss Leda, since you know so much, do you have any opinions?"

"First," Leda said, "find a place to take a bath."

Everyone looked sideways and looked at the strange looks of others. Leda said: "In other words, we need a station location. We need a map and contact with the locals. After that, we can also make eye-catching props to get in touch with the unknown master."

Everyone was still silent for a while, and Lance Sanks said:

"Actually, you just want to take a shower first, right?"

Leda was silent for a moment, her voice a little unnatural:

"Is this a strange request? We are all covered in blood, and it is probably cursed blood. Cursed blood will directly corrode our bodies."

"I'm fine," Ampach said.

"You are a pure-blood knight." Leda glared back.

"I'm fine too." Lance Sanks and Patch also spoke.

These two guys were not human, and Leda was speechless. She also knew that Moore was a guy who could build a good relationship with corrupt relatives and would definitely not care about these things, while Dann was an ascetic and would probably only regard this as experience.

Leda turned her attention to Tanis, Fia, and Rogel, observing the reactions of these people.

Leda estimated that these people should have normal reactions. She could also use this to observe the reactions of different people and understand them.

This is a habit that Leda has developed over the years. She observes others, their temperaments and weaknesses, and their obsessions, loves, and hates.

Tanis shook the blood off her body and didn't care:

"It's okay, this happened often before. Do you mind, Laya?"

Laya shook her head. The snake-man's scales didn't care about blood.

Roger did have some difficulties. His exquisite leather armor was stained with a lot of blood, but the leather also blocked a lot of blood, making him less embarrassed.

Leda turned her eyes to Fiya and found that Fiya had run to the corpses of the blood monsters and was stroking them. The robe on his body was soaked with blood, and his curvy body fit tightly against the blood monster's body, with infinite pity and love in his eyes.

Leda turned her gaze back and covered her eyes.

Who are these people? Is this the caravan that Lord Michaela wants to join even after disbanding the Holy Tree?

Leda said with a straight face: "Anyway, let's go to Ensis City first."

On the way, Leda explained various situations in the Land of Shadows to her companions: "Ensis City is Mr. Messermo's outpost city. It and Shadow City watch and take care of each other. In other words, it is the power of the Golden Tree."

"Is it time for Colin and Greg to take action?" Patch said, looking for these two people, but found that they were not looking.

Looking back, I found that Colin and Greg had fallen several steps behind.

Colin was wearing a blindfold and was half blind. Greg was leaning on a crutch and pushed forward hard, but he couldn't catch up with the large army.

"Can you take care of the disabled?" Greg rushed to the crowd panting.

Patch had no idea, so he carried Greg on his back, while Moore held Colin's hand, and the speed of the unknown team slowed down a little.

Patch asked Greg: "How about you go and contact the Golden Tree? Is that okay?"

"No problem, I am the Golden King!" Greg said.

Leda glanced at Greg: "There are many old members of the War King in the Shadow Land, and they should respect the Golden Clan."

After hearing this, Greg raised his head proudly.

"But as for the city of Ensis, Lelana is in charge." Leda said.

"Renalara?" Lance Sanks said.

"Leilana." Leda corrected him.

"Rena La Rela Na..." Lance Sanks muttered the name, feeling like he couldn't hold his tongue straight.

Roger said: "She is the sister of Full Moon Queen Lenora. It is said that she is now following Mr. Messermer and standing in the golden tree camp."

Roger smiled and said: "I am relatively familiar with the Kaliya royal family, maybe we can talk to them."

Leda said: "If we can get help from Ensis City, as long as we provide images, we can use the nearby black knights and soldiers to help find people."

Several people were walking along the avenue, and two people passed by carrying a simple stretcher. On the stretcher lay a man whose flesh was mangled and inhuman shape.

When they met Leda and the others, their eyes were extremely sharp and fierce. But seeing that there were ten people on Leda's side, they did not approach, but slowly slowed down and left the avenue.

"Who are those people?" Roger was curious. "They look dangerous."

"They are the horned people." Leda said, "Did you see the hard horns on their heads? That is the symbol of the horned people."

"If you have horns on your head, you are a horned person?" Roger asked.

"Horned people may not necessarily have horns, but in today's world, people who still have horns must be horned people." Leda said, "That is their pride after all, so that they can remember that they are the people of this land. Master. The bigger the horn on the head, the greater the power."

"Is he also one of the forces defeated by the Golden Tree?" Roger sighed, "The man they are carrying is also a Horned Man?"

"It must be." Leda was very sure.

"Isn't it all bloody and bloody?" Roger said.

"But the horns on the head are very complete." Leda said, "With such a large horn, he must be the best among the horned people, and he is close to the earth god."

"Why do I feel that corner looks familiar?" Lance Sanks squinted his eyes and looked into the distance with one hand.

"The horns are probably similar," said Roger.

Lance Sanks asked Patch: "Does it look familiar to you? You've seen a lot."

"What looks familiar to me?" Patch said. "Do you think I can see my current altitude?"

Patch stretched his neck and straightened his spider legs, barely reaching Lance Sanks' waist.

As he spoke, the group of horned men had disappeared from sight.

Lance Sanks seemed to be a little concerned and looked there frequently.

"Don't look any further. It's better not to mess with those horned men now and focus on the mission to find the unknown warrior." Leda said, "That person is definitely not the person we are looking for."

"So sure?" Ampach said.

"That man's figure is too thin." Leda said, "We have seen the same-scale images. Although the warrior we are looking for is not that strong, he will not be that thin, and he will not be that thin without the armor. ”

"Do you have good eyesight?" Patch said.

Leda nodded slightly, with honor and pride, and said confidently: "I am responsible for Lady Michaela's clothes. I can see the changes in his measurements at a glance."

"Um……"

Everyone didn't know how to pick it up for a while and headed to Ensis City silently.

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Wuming was carried into a cave, his face covered with a layer of caterpillars. Wuming felt that the caterpillars seemed to be gnawing at the blood clots and scabs on his face, repairing the injuries on his body.

After about one night, the layer of caterpillars on the face was peeled off, and the nameless wounds on the whole body were cleaned and processed carefully and carefully. Bandages were tied all over the body, all the way to the head, leaving only a few big horns on the top of the head. .

Wuming sat up and looked at the bandages on his hands.

"As expected of a man with big horns." The others in the cave were very happy to see Wuming sitting up like nothing happened, "This is the vitality of a horn warrior."

"Who are you?" Wuming observed the people in the cave, all of whom had more or less horns on their heads.

"You want to ask about our tribe and identity, right?" A man with no horns on his head and wearing a caterpillar mask squatted in front of Wuming, "I used to be a pot maintenance master. Everyone here used to have their own profession, but now we only have one identity."

"What?" Wuming asked cooperatively.

"Horned people." The caterpillar mask said, "Just horned people. We have abandoned our identities and names. Now we are all horned people, just horned people. Our civilization and our nation are our names."

"Are you really too lazy to think of a name?" Wuming said.

"Does the name matter?" said the Caterpillar Horn Man. "Will Messermo and their minions treat us differently just because of our different names? No, they will only think we are 'Horn Man' and then slaughter us. Since they don't distinguish, we will let them do as they wish and let them know our unity and our complaints!"

The Caterpillar Horn Man became more and more excited as he spoke. When he was emotional, he couldn't control himself and picked up two knives to practice swinging them, as if he was chopping at some imaginary enemy. He danced so frantically that the air made a bang and the air blades crisscrossed the cave.

Wuming was still a little confused. He didn't know what the other side was talking about. He didn't even know who Messermo was.

"I always feel that there is some misunderstanding between us." Wuming said, "I am not a horned man--"

"That's right, you are not a horned man." The horned man said enthusiastically, "Your horns are so big, you can't share the same name with us, you are a horned warrior! No, you may even be a mythical beast warrior. There are still living mythical beast warriors outside. What a pleasant surprise. You must be sent by God to help us, in order to avenge Messermo and his minions!"

Wuming always felt that this horned man's rationality was a little low.

"No, how can it be revenge? Fighting is not good. Can't we be more peaceful... like dancing..." Wuming said.

"Lion dance!" The horned man was shocked, "You are not just a warrior, but a brave man?"

"By the way, you haven't fully recovered yet." The horned man said, and brought a bowl of dark soup, "Come, drink some."

There were also a few scorpion tails shining with cold light in the soup.

It was the first time that Wuming saw such a soup, and he immediately remembered his idea of ​​collecting specialties from the Shadow Land.

He took the soup and drank it all.

Putting down the bowl, Wuming looked surprised: "This..."

Wuming felt as if he had swallowed a piece of warm stone, his whole body was warm, and his strength melted into his limbs as the black soup entered his mouth.

The effect was better than all the food he had eaten before.

"Is there a recipe?" Wuming's eyes sparkled.

I have picked up a treasure.

"Isn't this something that all the old people in our family can make?" said the horn man, "But now, I'm afraid there are not many old people left. Messermo and his minions... killed too many people, and the old people are weak, and few can survive..."

"This Messermo is too much!" Wuming was immediately unhappy when he heard this, and slammed the table, "I have to teach him a lesson when I see him."

It's too wasteful!

"Why don't we go now and let him bleed." The horn man said excitedly.

"Ah? Where is he?" Wuming asked.

"He's still far away, but we can capture his outpost first." The horned man said, "Ensis City."

"Is it far?"

"Not close." The horned man said, "It will take several days to ride on horseback."

"Ah, I'm so tired, let me rest for a while."

Wuming fell to the ground with a thud, resting his head on his head, thinking that he had to get the whole mount.