Extraordinary Voyage Chapter 313: Tomstown and the legend of evil spirits
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it has come to the end of autumn.
The weather is already slightly cold, and a large-scale autumn rain suddenly hit Thomastown, the first colony established by the Kingdom of Falitis in the northern part of the New World.
Fortunately.
In order to cope with the strange weather with extremely frequent wind and rain on this continent, this newly built colonial city far away from home has completed complete municipal construction and well-operated drainage facilities, so that residents do not have to wade for travel.
Under the heavy rain.
Sha Sha Sha...
The leaves have turned into red sugar maple trees rustling, hiding the rows of buildings in the style of Falitis on the side of the road.
However, unlike Falettis, which uses more stone buildings, most houses use wood from local materials.
The forest resources of the New World are extremely rich. The indigenous people’s ability to transform nature is very limited, and they believe in the animism of all things. I believe that a river, a mountain, a tree, a stone... all have souls on this land. Sojourn with the spirit of nature.
Therefore, most places maintain the most primitive natural features, and there are thick and thick trees that can be used to build houses.
Most of them are made of spruce, fir and pine. The materials are lighter and very suitable for pioneers who don't have enough manpower and craftsmen, and they are warm in winter and cool in summer.
Apparently, after nearly a hundred years of development, the colonists on this land have learned how to adapt to the living environment here, and they seem to be living well!
In the dock area of this colonial city.
The only tavern "Fox, Badger, and Honey Tavern" is already full of people.
The sudden heavy rain caused dockers, sailors, and plantation managers to do nothing and gathered here.
The "Fox, Badger, and Honey Tavern" is certainly popular. There are fragrant rum, sweet beer, the freshest fruits and beef, and... beautiful and **** girls.
Boom boom... boom... boom boom boom...
On the stage in the middle of the pub.
A beautiful young girl with darker skin than the orthodox white-skinned Nemansters of the civilized country, but lighter than the native brown-skinned natives, is accompanied by the drums of an native musician, happily Twisting his waist and dancing in an exotic dance.
She has red parrot feathers on her head, colorful special fabrics around her waist, and ornaments made of animal teeth on her wrists and ankles.
The whole body is full of strong exotic and wild beauty, with wheat-colored skin that fits the aesthetics of the men here, just like a hunting goddess walking out of the forest!
Slap! Snapped! ...
The girl turned around and clapped her palms lightly. There was not much fabric on her body. In the dance with great movement, the slender waist and slender thighs challenged the fragile nerves of the men in the tavern at any time.
Tick...Tick...
Sweat drops on the girl's body.
The drinkers present couldn't help but become hot, took a big sip from the glass in front of them, and then greeted the waiters to serve the wine again.
Obviously, nothing else is needed. The extra money sold today is already a considerable income.
But no matter how beautiful things come to an end, the drum beats quickly and stops abruptly at the highest peak.
In the unfulfilled eyes of the audience.
The beautiful girl blew kisses to these "sources of money", twisting her slender and soft waist and gently retired from the stage.
"How is it? Does it look good?"
"Good-looking!"
"Unfortunately, I can't see it. If you dare to take a Mastizo girl back, your dad is afraid to kill you."
"嘁——! Do you have to take it back?"
In the corner of the tavern, Ivan and Milan, dressed in casual clothes, tasted the maple syrup beer, the special product here, and watched the exotic charm dance of the beautiful girl.
The exhaustion of long-distance voyages at sea seems to be wiped out, and Milan also expresses deep contempt for Ai Wen's conservative "view of love"!
"Can't you have a romantic relationship without getting married?
pedantic..."
However, Milan is just a hero in the mouth, and has not thought of putting it into action.
Mastizos, this word originated from the Hilius language, and refers to the white-skinned Nemansters of the Old World, and the brown-skinned Atrians of the New World natives or the black-skinned Anuma The offspring of mixed races between people.
Mastizos like this are very rare in the Old World, but they are everywhere in the New World, which has been colonized for a hundred years, and the Southern Continent, which has been colonized for two hundred years.
At present, if they were born in an aristocratic family in the Old World, this kind of child would hardly have inheritance rights, let alone be recognized by the upper class.
Because of their special living environment, they living in the New World have gradually become an important part of the colonial ruling order, and even some lucky ones have become members of the colonial administrators.
Of course, it must be stated that most of these mixed-race children are the offspring of male Neimans and indigenous females.
In the colony of Falettis.
Niemansters from the Old World, Creoles born in the New World but their parents are white-skinned, mixed-race Mastizos, and pure brown-skinned native Atrians, just like The caste system of Aiwen's previous life is the same, which together constitute the social hierarchy here.
However, the colony of Falitis and Tulips is a little better.
If you go to the Kingdom of Sirius, the vast territories occupying the central and southern parts of the New World, you will find that there are not many Atrians who are pure natives.
Because they are implementing an extremely cruel genocide policy!
A large number of male aborigines were driven into plantations and mines to perform all kinds of heavy physical labor and become consumables. It does not take a few years to become exhausted and die.
In the land where they live, there are a large number of stubborn Anuma people who are constantly being filled in through triangular trade, and they have gradually replaced the native Atrians.
Of course, this difference does not mean that the tulip colonists are more kind than Hilius.
From Aiwen’s point of view, this is just a compromise, and there is no essential difference between the two!
"You said that this tavern will have unexpected surprises, don't you mean this? Although it's good, it's not a surprise, right?"
"Goooo! Don't worry, I still have confidence in this simple prediction."
Filled himself with another gulp of cool beer, Milan promised, patting his chest.
As soon as the voice fell, I heard the conversation of a group of lumberjacks nearby. After a drink, these people looked very talkative:
"Hey! It was really hot just now.
How about we take turns telling the horror stories happening around us? Let everyone cool off. "
"Okay! I will come first, I will come first!
I want to tell a horrible legend I heard from my grandfather. It is a story about the ‘Deer Bone God’ and the ‘Vengeful Spirit’! "
As soon as the voice of another lumberjack wearing overalls fell, Ivan seemed to have felt a cold wind suddenly blowing by him.
"Hiss——, the continent that believes in the existence of all things, it seems a bit evil!"
The two looked at each other.
From the mouth of the lumberjack, I heard the first kind of horror and weirdness to come to the New World!
Combined with their own extraordinary knowledge, they also restored a relatively real "weird" image.
The origin is related to the colonists.
Almost a hundred years ago, an indigenous tribe who worshiped Wuhao, the primitive death **** of the New World, sacrificed all the souls of the whole clan to this **** of death before being attacked by "civilized people" from afar.
Then.
The strong resentment has spawned a terrifying avenger in the bones of thousands of people in the entire tribe!
It was wearing a dirty deerskin tabard, with the skull of a big horned elk on its head, holding an obsidian saw sword and an obsidian spear.
Riding under the crotch is a dead bone warhorse that is entwined with worn-out ropes and tribulus, and whose mouth and nose can squirt out sparks. Wandering all day long in the vast wilderness of the mainland, killing all the "civilized people" who appeared in front of it.
Not afraid of knives, guns, swords and halberds, nor muskets and artillery. It is a real evil spirit, unstoppable and immortal!
Even if it is killed by a high priest with infinite sacred power, it will return in a few years or more than a decade, and bloodbath any settlement of "civilized people" it sees.
In addition, the "story" told by another worker also caught their attention.
The haunted Wraith Church.
The location is just a few dozen kilometers north of Tomstown.
Be aware that although Thomas Town was the first settlement that Falettis was able to establish, it had failed a dozen times before.
Either due to insufficient supplies, or due to disease, or due to indigenous attacks, or due to...the newly established settlements soon disappeared.
It was originally the goddess church built by the first colonists who came here, but as the colony was destroyed by the indigenous counterattack, the church was abandoned.
However, it is said that the original intention of the original priest to build this church was actually to seal a certain terrible resentful spirit, but as the church fell into disuse, the seal there has also expired, and it has now become a place full of ghosts. Sisters’ Wraith Church.
After no living person enters there, he can still leave alive...
It was probably because of their topic that aroused interest, the middle-aged man who looked like a tobacco plantation steward at the side of the wine table came over with interest and asked: "Have you never heard of Roanoke The legend of the island?"
"Roanoke Island?"
Ivan and Milan stretched their ears at the same time.
That was also the story before the successful establishment of Thomastown, which belonged to another failed attempt by Falettis.
The first colonists who landed on Roanoke Island were not well prepared, lacked the ability to survive on their own, and even had no planting skills.
Only in desperation, send the immigration leader back to China for help.
But just after half a year.
The evening when he returned with the reinforcement team~IndoMTL.com~ was already close to his village with great speed.
The smoke of the village calling for help suddenly ignited!
But when they entered the village non-stop.
The plantation manager stared at the green eyes, scanned the faces of everyone who was listening, lowered his voice and continued:
"There was an oil lamp on the dining table, and the food on the stove was still hot, but the village had 116 people, 11 children, 88 men, 17 women, plus all the livestock and poultry raised!
They only saw an unnamed word engraved there on a tree outside the village...Croatoan! "
When he uttered the last word, I don't know why, everyone in the room felt cold wind blowing behind his neck at the same time.
Woo——
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