Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 112:

In the next few days, similar things took place in several different taverns, and these taverns were distributed in several different towns at the junction of the noble and merchant forces. "Eight? One Chinese W? W? W (i). ?8?1㈧Z?W?. ?Ｃ?Ｏ?Ｍ

As the adventurers spread word of mouth, the news spread quickly, spreading more widely, and more bizarre.

This is the rumor. It started with "Zhang San bought a tiger painting", and it will soon become "Zhang San killed a tiger" or "Zhang San was eaten by a tiger." "——Ordinary things will probably be spread weirdly; peaceful things will be spread weirdly.

So, what if it was originally a dangerous and terrifying thing?

Anyway, within a few days, an atmosphere of panic filled the long border, and a large number of cautious adventurers left one after another, leaving or coming were brave or reckless and ambitious adventurers. The civilians cannot leave, so they can only be more cautious. Many people keep their doors locked during the day. As for those villages, they simply organized militia patrols to patrol day and night, hoping to stop the crazy and dangerous cultists in this way. Protect yourself.

But these practices did not have much effect. About ten days later, another cult sacrifice occurred.

This time the trouble was more serious than the previous few times, because the cultists almost completed the sacrifice this time. If it weren’t for a ranger who believes in the **** of justice, the demon who got the sacrifice came quickly. Even half of the paw has stretched out the summoning door.

Fortunately, the ranger was very capable, and his arrows were as fast as lightning. He shot through the four nodes of the sacrificial circle in one breath, preventing the summoning door from being completed. No matter how the devil roared, he couldn’t really rush over. Instead, he lost a claw under the siege of the priests of the Church of the God of Law who arrived later. I don’t know if it is a gain or a loss. Up.

The news this time was supposed to be kept secret, but I don’t know what happened, and soon spread. Many adventurers rushed to the village and saw the traces of the demon summoning with their own eyes.

Although the priests of the Church of the God of Law have completely expelled the breath of the abyss, the traces of sulfur left by the devil's summons and the bloodstains left by the killings in the village all tell people how terrible things have happened here. .

Especially on the small square in the middle of the village, that large piece of ground, even though it is covered with new soil, still smells of blood, is even more creepy.

Some not-so-daring adventurers quietly left. They found that they were actually not so brave and not so confident in themselves. Facing a terrorist cult that easily slaughtered an entire village, they thought it was better not to be tough with this kind of guy.

To make money, you can make money everywhere, you don’t have to make fun of your own life.

Other people with strange ideas have gathered again, and they think that maybe this is a good opportunity.

Although the devil is terrifying, offering sacrifices to the devil can really benefit.

Different from these adventurers, the lords, sheriffs, and churches of the kind gods all over the world feel a little embarrassed. They have put out a twelve-point effort to trace the whereabouts of that mysterious cult, but they can't find even more valuable clues.

That weird cult organization is like it has wings. It often disappears, and even the most powerful ranger can't track them.

Every time they retreat, there are clear footprints, horseshoe marks and rut marks. But all these traces often disappear suddenly after leaving the village about a mile or two away, and even the smell is gone. It was like—this group of people really flew away.

But even if people can fly away, horses can't fly away. Even if a horse can fly away with wings, it would never be possible for a carriage to fly away with its entire wings!

The reward order was quickly posted in every town, and the amount of rewards continued to increase. Correspondingly, the atmosphere has become more and more tense. All the soldiers hold their weapons tightly all day long, and the adventurers are equally nervous and careful. If they don't agree, they will draw their swords.

Some discerning lords and sheriffs began to worry, and they knew that things were going to be bad. Over time, it is likely to cause large-scale panic and even a wave of refugees, and it may also lead to fierce conflicts.

But...if they can't catch those weird cultists, they can do nothing.

The news gradually spread more and more widely, and finally even reached the ears of the exploration team who were sleeping and eating on the wild mountains and ridges in the northern part of the Gold Coin Federation.

"Have you heard? Something big happened to the south!" During lunch, Fella mysteriously said to Hops, "It's horrible!"

Hopes chewed on the carrots, looked at him with some doubts, and asked vaguely: "War has been fought?"

"It's more horrible than fighting!"

"More scary than fighting? You can laugh."

"How can you laugh!" Fella looked around, lowered his voice, and said, "On the border between the merchant faction and the aristocratic faction, a cult organization is offering sacrifices. It has been done several times!"

Hopes froze for a moment, and ate the carrots in twos or twos, then took another sip of vegetable soup to calm himself down, and then asked what was going on.

Actually, Fella is not very clear about the specific situation. He just got the news from chatting with the guys in the convoy who was transporting vegetables. But in front of his friends, he certainly wouldn't say "I don't know," and so on. Instead, he used his own imagination to try his best to make up for it, making things like noses and eyes.

Although many of his statements are quite bizarre, if compared with the facts, the deviation is really not too big. Because the guy in the team who told him about it was outrageous, of course it was impossible for Fira to accept that "a terrifying demon was summoned, with the head of a mountain as big as a mountain, with poisonous smoke and flames coming out of his nose and mouth Countless poisonous insects flew out of it, and hundreds of knights and paladins joined forces to drive it back to the abyss.” Although he is not strong, he is not an ignorant villager after all. The result is negative and positive, but it is closer to reality.

For this reason, the situation he said is more realistic~IndoMTL.com~ Hopps went back to talk to Ruby, and the old rivers and lakes Ruby thought about it and felt that maybe... there are really so many. Points possible.

So Ruby was a little worried, and asked the adventurers who had been escorted by the caravan that had transported them supplies carefully.

After asking clearly, he finally felt relieved.

"Don't worry, it doesn't have much to do with us." After returning, he said to Hopps relievedly, "The cult's sacrifices are concentrated on the border between the two forces, and there is no momentum of spreading north. We can now be in the northernmost place of the merchant forces, those cultists can’t make it through."

Hopes breathed a sigh of relief, but did not feel relieved. Instead, he still asked with some worry: "So...were the cultists caught? Has their organization been wiped out?"

"Not yet."

"It always feels terrible..."

"Yes!" Ruby also sighed, shook his head and said, "I hope our work here will end soon. I really want to return to the Republic soon. Only there is real safety!"