The Godsfall Chronicles Chapter 11: Partner training

It's dawn.

Finally, I look forward to the long overdue mercenary.

"Damn, why is this guy? He's called Pepi, and I drank with him last week! Pepi is a butcher shop owner, probably because the ingredients in the shop are not enough, he came out at night to find some meat The pig added." Mad Dog glanced at the corpse. Although it was an old acquaintance, he had no mercy, as if looking at a dead mouse that broke into the house: "It is enough bad luck for your kid to encounter this kind of thing the first night. I know that the little pigs who died in the hands of the skin, there are no one hundred and eighty."

Butcher?

It turned out to be a wicked butcher!

This kind of guy can't help but Wilderness is still available in the camp!

"But having said that, although this guy is a trash, he hasn't gotten to this point!" Mad Dog looked at Cloudhawk with an inexplicable look: "Why didn't you die?"

What the **** is this?

As if it should be me who died!

Although Cloudhawk was very angry, he never dared to say what happened to him, so he concealed it vaguely.

"Pretend to sleep and kill in a sneak attack?" Mad Dog thinks about it and thinks it is reasonable, probably because this waste on the ground is too underestimating the enemy, "Next time you hang a bell on the door or make a simple trap, this kind of thing It happens every day at Black Flag Camp. Good luck this time, it’s hard to guarantee good luck next time."

He will leave after he has said.

"Wait!" Cloudhawk couldn't understand why he wanted to kill him. "What about this corpse?"

"You can do whatever you want with your loot. Sell it to the black market or keep it for yourself. I suggest hanging your head out of the door. The peeled head should still be a little deterrent, so that you can clean up at night. As for the other parts...you know, this guy has been peeling other people's skin and eating other people's meat all his life. Now it's time to taste the taste of being grilled and eaten."

This ugly and dark **** said lightly.

Cloudhawk has shown a disgusting expression.

"What a rookie!" Mad Dog disdainfully said: "Look at you, you don't have the guts to eat human flesh. If you send it to Mantis or Woola, they will all like this gift. Okay, I will meet you next time. Take care of this small matter yourself, don't bother me anymore, shit, waste time!"

Mad Dog cursed and walked to the door, suddenly turned around and said: "Come to the training ground at noon and have work to do!"

Cloudhawk scolded this **** Mad Dog ten times in his heart!

But what should be dealt with is still to be dealt with. Cloudhawk thinks that Woola stares at him drooling and feels that his heart feels hairy. In that case, I should send it to Mantis. Among the three mercenary captains, it seems that Mantis looks better. Normally.

Leave the trouser knife first, maybe you can use it in the future.

Cloudhawk dragged the corpse away from the residence. The people on the way didn't react at all, didn't even look at it. Such extreme indifference made Cloudhawk a little easier.

Mantis has a large house that lives alone.

Almost the largest employment in Mercenary Group.

Cloudhawk couldn't help but feel a little curious. Mantis seems to be out of the task. Why is it so high in the Mercenary Group team? When he walked into Mantis with doubts, Cloudhawk's eyes suddenly widened, because the sight in front of him made him even suspect that he had gone wrong.

Where do people live?

It's a slaughterhouse!

Five or six corpses were placed inside. Some had their hands sawn off, some had their feet sawn off, and some had their skulls opened. Wearing a pair of gloves, Mantis was using two sharp scalpels in front of a broken corpse. Within a moment, an blood drip organ was taken out.

Cloudhawk feels frustrated, no wonder this guy is called Mantis.

He bit his head and shouted: "Team...Captain!"

Ignore him.

Mantis carefully observed the organs in his hand, found out the peculiar mutant tissue on it, cut off the mutant tissue bit by bit with a knife, and put it into a small glass jar.

There are large pots on the wooden shelves around them, in which a large number of human organs are soaked, some are soaked with strange plant rhizomes, and there is even a strange eyeball, which makes people feel creepy.

What to do?

Neither is going, nor is it not going.

Cloudhawk really doesn't like staying in this place for half a second.

"Fresh?" After Mantis finished processing the mutant organization, he glanced at the corpse coldly, but never looked at Cloudhawk from start to finish: "Put it up."

He cleared a platform.

Cloudhawk hurriedly lifted the body up and put it up: "Can I go now?"

Mantis ignored him again, checked his body a little, and had rich experience in human anatomy and told him that it was obviously an Agility-type Evolver. What is Agility-type evolution? That means that the motor nerves, reflex nerves, all become highly sensitive, with a certain degree of physical strengthening.

This kind of person is very reactive, explosive, and fast.

Mantis itself is a fairly high-end agility Evolver.

This person has a low level of evolution, but it is not something ordinary people can deal with.

Mantis looked up at Cloudhawk, who was standing next to him like a wood, and asked coldly, "Did you kill?"

"Uh, yes, I killed it..." Cloudhawk was frowned upon by Mantis's gaze. He hurriedly repeated what he had said to Mad Dog to Mantis again: "Because of luck, he took his life back. "

"Really?"

Mantis's calm eyes seem to know everything. Among the three captains of Yellow Springs Mercenary, this Mantis gives Cloudhawk a particularly unpredictable feeling.

Cloudhawk swallowed: "That... it's nothing, I'm leaving now."

"Stay." Mantis was concise and unwilling to say one more word. He threw a scalpel to Cloudhawk and "dissected him."

Cloudhawk suspected that he had heard it wrong.

A person who grew up in Wilderness would not be able to fear dead bodies. It is still difficult to accept the autopsy with his own hands. He does not know what is wrong with Mantis. What is the point of dissecting these bodies?

Mantis is icy cold murderous aura permeated.

Cloudhawk feels a strong sense of crisis. This sense of crisis is simply suffocating. Unlike dealing with the hunter in front of him at night, the feeling that Mantis brings to him is invincible.

Cloudhawk even suspected that once it refused this request, the words could not be spoken yet, and Mantis could cut his throat with a scalpel in his hand.

"Good!"

Cloudhawk bit his scalp and picked up the knife, as well as tweezers and other tools, according to the instructions of Mantis and scratched the corpse's belly. Mantis stands next to it like an ice sculpture, and uses a short and flat voice to give instructions. Let Cloudhawk know the structure of the human body by the way, which is probably convenient for later use.

In a few hours.

Cloudhawk rushed out of Mantis's studio like an escape.

This morning has been a torment for him!

Damn, lunatic, pervert, demon in human skin, vomit...

Cloudhawk had a strong nausea. It took a few minutes to get over, and finally understood one thing, none of the three captains was a normal person.

Not good, I almost forgot, Mad Dog still has tasks.

Mad Dog's temper was very tyrannical, which made him feel uncomfortable. His leg was broken every minute. Cloudhawk didn't dare to neglect and ran to the training ground immediately. This is the place where mercenary usually practice. Cloudhawk heard the barking of Woola as soon as they walked in.

The beast was chained to the gate, glaring at the young man with ugly and fierce eyes. There were traces of blood drip drench around its blood basin and mouth, as if it had not been long since eating.

"Why did you come?" Mad Dog's eyes were very unhappy, and then he shouted to a few mercenary of the exercise equipment in the playground: "Okay, come here, come here, your sparring partners are here!"

Sparring!

What do you mean?

"Listen, this kid is a recovery type evolution, but the heat is not high. You should pay attention to it. It is not good to kill and disability." Mad Dog has no intention to explain to Cloudhawk, and directly points out a mercenary , "Cooke, you come first!"

This mercenary called Cooke is a sturdy bear-like big fellow. He immediately walked out with excitement and looked at Cloudhawk up and down: "Boss, you are so talented, knowing that we are boring to play sandbags. Such a human fleshy sandbag, it will make the living people have fun!"

Cloudhawk already has an ominous premonition.

Mad Dog said impatiently: "Stop the **** nonsense, let's start!"

Cloudhawk said quickly: "Wait..."

Cooke slammed an elbow, and Cloudhawk was knocked to the ground, and immediately felt dizzy, like a porcelain bottle that had been broken apart.

"Fuck me!" Mad Dog yelled, his face twisted with scars, and spittingly roared: "Are you **** so useless? Stand up!"

"Stand up, stand up!"

Other mercenary shouted too!

Cloudhawk finally understood the meaning of human flesh sandbags, and he finally understood the real purpose of Slyfox bringing him back, and he was deceived by this insidious fat man! !

Cooke kicked over with a flying kick.

Cloudhawk jerked away sideways.

Mad Dog's eyes narrowed slightly, hey, weird, why is this kid reacting so fast?

Mad Dog casts a puzzled look. Cloudhawk also found out that he had experienced last night. His reflexes and strength seemed to have increased. This may be the change brought about by the stone, which is still unknown to these people. When Cooke hit the next knee, Cloudhawk didn't avoid it, just blocked it with his hand.

Boom!

He was topped out like a sandbag.

Mad Dog spit out thick sputum on the ground and shook his head disdainfully.

Cooke beating for more than ten minutes, Cloudhawk didn't fight back and blocked the key with his hands. The mercenary were very surprised. This kid looked thin and weak. He didn't expect that his body was so strong that he could get up no matter how he hits.

"Cooke, your movements are too slow, and your force is very irregular. A Strength-type Evolver, but you are beating like a girl! What a **** trash!" Mad Dog cursed bluntly, "Fuck off, next! "

Cooke murmured a few words. Although he is not as perverted as Mad Dog, he can easily break a few bones with a punch. Isn't he afraid of breaking the new rookie without using his full strength?

Cloudhawk was severely ravaged for most of the afternoon.

Finally the mercenary practice is over.

Cloudhawk received today’s bread. When Slyfox looked at Cloudhawk with a blue nose and a swollen face, he laughed and patted his shoulder: "Yes, you didn’t disappoint me. This body is strong with enough. Give you half a piece of bread tomorrow. Continue to work harder. By the way, teaching you to repair cars, assemble and maintain weapons at night, and feed the Woola is also your job. From now on these are your tasks."

Cloudhawk regrets it very much now.

The nickname of this deadly fat Slyfox is really not called in vain. It confuses people without blinking their eyes. First treats Cloudhawk as a broiler, and now treats him as a human sandbag. What else can this **** do? If you knew that this was the result of coming to the camp~IndoMTL.com~Cloudhawk, I would rather go wandering on Wilderness.

"You seem to be dissatisfied in your eyes." Slyfox dang a cigarette and said to him earnestly: "Young people, being beaten is also an exercise. Any Evolver will continue to practice evolution, Strength-type Evolver and practice strength, Agility-type Evolver and more Practice agility, Control-type Evolver and practice more manipulation. Don’t you only practice recovery for Recovery-type? Let you be beaten to value you, let you suffer is to temper you, cherish the opportunity, and take you out of the task when you have the opportunity. For sure!"

You still count on me to believe you?

Why the **** don't you die!

Cloudhawk can't wait to punch that fat face.

Out task? Fart! Didn't enough hurt me last time? Even if I really took out the mission, I was mostly uneasy and kind!

Cloudhawk grabbed the bread in one hand and turned away without saying a word.

Slyfox smiled and watched him walking away, spit out a smoke ring from his mouth: "The little guy is a little bloody, hahaha!"

When night fell, Cloudhawk was covered with engine oil, with a scratch on Woola on its back, and finally returned to his residence. He discovered that the bloodstains in the room had not been cleaned, and it was solidified on the ground now, and the air still exuded this pungent smell.

Cloudhawk was tired and hungry, and couldn't take care of it. He fell on the bed, covered his head and fell asleep.

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