I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 235: Crows steal the sun
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Dawn time.
In a thin mist.
A team of all men left the town on foot, all the way north.
It took them 2 hours to walk across the plains of red thorns to the entrance to the Mist Mountains.
The sun was rising.
The view across the plains is unobstructed.
But after entering the mountains.
Visibility is greatly reduced.
Even Roger's true vision lost its effect in the face of that strange mist.
"It is the power of persons..."
Roger trails behind Roddick.
On the face of it, this is due diligence.
Actually, he didn't want to lose the only guide in the group.
The composition of this team is complex.
Except for a group of big men of unknown origin.
The rest are temporary guards Roddick recruited in the town.
Their duty is to **** the old man back and forth between Smoky Mountain and Drovas.
But it was the old man himself who led the way.
……
"Those who don't want to die will follow!"
"After entering the mountain, no matter what happens, don't stop; the situation in this mountain is very complicated, once you get lost, you will be lost forever!"
"For the next 5 days, we'll have to get to the "shelter" along the way before dark every day, so don't hold me back..."
This is what the old man repeatedly told before departure.
The sixth sense tells Roger.
Roddick isn't exaggerating.
The Misty Mountains do have a lot of history.
He heard from Tauren Alan—
It is rumored that a practitioner of the kingdom of God who specialized in "Mist Personality" died here many years ago.
I don't know why.
The kingdom of God did not collapse after the death of its master.
It's integrated with the mountains.
This leads to strange things happening in the mountains from time to time.
Before Drovas was established.
This mountain range is truly a place of extinction.
In such a place.
No guide is a dead end.
That's why Roger didn't dare to care.
He followed closely behind the old man's ass.
Because it's too tight.
Several times he could detect the strange gaze of others.
Roger didn't care.
At this stage.
He just wants to get into Drovas in safety.
Then it's time for action.
Although the queen asked him to investigate the abnormal situation in that city.
But she also mentioned that Drovas has a large number of "devil crows".
This makes it difficult for Roger to prioritize his investigations to the top.
"I hope all the crows in Drovasri are evil crows. The common crows mixed with the Mirror Lake are really annoying..."
With this thought in mind.
Roger had a smooth first day in the mountains.
When evening does not arrive.
On the misty intestine trail.
Roddick suddenly shouted:
"Stop!"
Then he ran to the front wall alone and touched it for a long time.
Soon.
Among a thriving weed.
The old man opened the entrance to a cave.
He stood in the hole and sniffed.
It took a while to say with satisfaction:
"Go in."
"I'm going to spend the night here tonight."
The voice falls.
Roddick burrowed in carelessly.
Next moment.
The remaining thirty or so strong men in the caravan also filed in.
……
Night falls.
A great darkness enveloped everything.
Only the opening of the hole showed a little fire.
Roddick lit a bonfire in the deepest part of the cave, and ordered only one.
So, except for the guards who were on duty at the entrance of the cave, everyone else subconsciously leaned over.
The temperature in the mountains is hardly cold.
But the high humidity is still uncomfortable.
The surrounding environment is very quiet.
Only the faint sound of strange cries spread to everyone's ears along the mouth of the cave.
In the beginning.
People can bear it.
But in the second half of the night, everyone was awakened by the loud and strange noise.
Roddick is no exception.
His sleep didn't look very good. Looking at the solemn faces of everyone, the old man said cursingly:
"Don't look like you're going to have an accident."
"We're safe to hear these calls."
Everyone is puzzled.
A young guard asked:
"Mr. Roddick, what's the source of that weird noise?"
Roddick lights a cigarette.
The old man's spirits rose only after he took three hard breaths.
He looked around the crowd and snorted:
"What else, crow!"
"Forget it, I won't have a chance to sleep today anyway."
"Because you guys didn't cause me any trouble, I'll tell you the origin of the crows near the Mist Mountains..."
This statement comes out.
Everyone's attention is drawn.
As a result, the old man whimpered and puffed for a long time before he said through gritting his teeth:
"You sure haven't heard the story of "The Crow Stealing the Sun"? "
"Crows are ominous in the customs of the three southern countries; but in the mythology of the Kovass, the crows are the right and left hand of the God of Creation, and the **** of goodness most worshipped by the Kovass..."
Heard here.
Roger, who was a little absent-minded, suddenly moved in his heart!
This story is not about the Aboriginal people of Quinan.
I haven't even heard of him, a traveler!
"Does it have something to do with the myth of the Kovass when I kill a crow and deduct chivalrous values?"
So he listened carefully.
……
In the old man's constipation-like narrative.
Roger has a general idea of what "The Crow Steals the Sun" is all about.
In the mythology of the Kovass.
The world was formed without daylight.
People live in darkness all day long.
Seeing each other only by those things that emit a shimmer of light.
In the dark.
People are always close.
The creator **** thought this was good.
Because they can't see each other's faces.
People don't despise each other because of their physical appearance.
So he hid the sun in a secret room in the mountain and ordered his right eagle to guard the secret room.
He then ordered his left-handed crow to rule the world for him.
After doing all this.
The God of Creation traveled around the universe on a starship.
The crows have heard the voices of many as they run the world-
Fisherman said:
"The world is always dark, it's really hard to catch fish, I should do something else..."
The farmer said:
"There are always people in the fields stealing crops, because the darkness can't tell who they are, I should do something else..."
Hunter said:
"It's too dangerous in the woods, I can't see my prey, and the prey can't see me either. The outcome depends on luck. I should change my career to do something else..."
These sounds made the crow very emotional.
It sympathizes with people's helplessness on the one hand.
On the one hand, they are terrified of their thoughts - if everyone changed their careers, the world would be in chaos!
So the crow quietly flew to the mountains.
It stole the sun while the eagle was napping!
From now on.
There is daylight in the world.
Fishermen, farmers and hunters are not ready to change careers.
But that's why.
People see each other's looks clearly, and a rift gradually develops.
When the **** came back, he saw this scene and punished the crow severely.
He said:
"Since you stole the sun, make your feathers the ugliest color under the sun."
So the crow became what it is now.
Eagle was also punished for dereliction of duty.
So every time an eagle sees a crow, it will attack with all its might.
And the creatures.
Although they had a feud because of the difference in appearance.
But in their hearts.
The raven who brought them the sun is still the greatest **** of goodness.
……
"This..."
"It's the story of the crow stealing the sun that the Kovas believe in!"
By the campfire.
The old man yawned:
"There is a saying in "Drovas" that the crows near the Mist and Shadow Mountains are all clones of the good **** crow; they scream at night to scare away the monsters lurking in the mist. "
"So the most dangerous time is when you can't hear the crows."
Looking at the disbelieving expressions on most people's faces.
The old man snorted again:
"But things are different now."
"The evil spirits that appeared out of nowhere attached to some of the crows, making my experience less useful."
"Anyway, keep me away from the crows along the way. Whether it's the evil ghost crow or the good **** crow, don't provoke it!"
The crowd nodded.
Right now.
Roger slowly asked:
"Is there a way to tell the difference between the evil ghost crow and the good **** crow?"
The old man gave him a somewhat surprised look.
Smiles slyly:
"Of course."
"But that's not a free story."
Roger smiled but said nothing.
That's it.
The crowd chatted around the bonfire for most of the night.
The strange noises from outside the cave also continued throughout the night.
At dawn.
At Roddick's cursing urging.
The group yawned and set off again.
This day.
Caravans are moving much slower.
On the one hand, everyone stayed up all night last night, and on the other hand, the mountain road was much rougher.
The sheep intestine trail has become standard.
On the way.
The old man cursed fiercely.
Everyone hurry up and hurry up.
Finally found a second shelter when the last rays of sunlight disappeared on the hilltop.
Second night.
A thick fog has formed outside the cave.
They can still hear the crows.
The old man is sleepy.
He actually fell asleep with the cry.
It was a good night.
During the day it was a hurry and a hurry.
On the third night.
In the cave that Roddick calls "The Sanctuary."
The expressions of the crowd were somewhat uncomfortable.
Because it's too quiet.
"Where's the crow?"
By the campfire.
The little guard asked.
The old man slept for a night, feeling a lot more refreshed.
He leaned against the mountain wall, lit a cigarette, and smoked it silently. After a while, he opened his mouth and said:
"It may not be so safe tonight."
"Don't be too nervous though, shelters are generally safe, and reasonable vigilance is sufficient."
"Well, tonight I'll tell you a story about "The Fog Girl's Passionate", hehehe..."
In the laughter that men know.
The old man vividly told the story of a lost traveler and a foggy girl in the mountains.
In the corner.
Roger appears to be listening intently.
But others didn't notice a detail-
His clothing has turned into a creamy white cloak.
……
"Hint: You made a Mist clone, and the Mist clone owns 80% of your panel data"
……
Next second.
Roger's consciousness sank into the clone.
In the thick fog.
He ran recklessly through the mountains.
"I seem to have seen some monsters around here during the day~IndoMTL.com~ I don't know what attributes it can give?"
He thought so.
Not very far out yet.
Suddenly, a vigorous figure passed by!
……
"Hint: You found the 'booty mandrill'"
……
"Huh?"
Roger suddenly came alive.
……
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