Obviously, the attackers carried out a perfect raid battle, as if they used superior numbers and weapons to kill similar people. It always seemed that there was some special stimulation for humans, which made them enjoy it.
My eyes swept through the stiff remains, and my four tentacles slowly crawled on my jaw...
Although half of the situation is within my plan-
There is a saying in humans that is to take advantage of the situation. The thinker tells us that this is a good guide to action, but in fact, it is not so easy to master time. Just like now, I was originally going to watch the destruction of this village, so
There is time to get prey without any action.
Yes, if there is no special need, the greatest spirit-sucking monster, thinker Katzejek and the Master Details, do not recommend that we hunt on our own.
This is determined by our special living environment.
As far as I know, most of my kind in this world do not live with intelligent creatures—in their eyes, all creatures except the spirit-sucking monsters are inferior beings and are not worth communicating.
Only the meaning of being eaten and enslaved, but correspondingly, those creatures regard the sucking monsters as monsters that feed on them, and are born enemies. Therefore, my kind of people like to stay deep underground and get close to them.
The dark areas in the warm center of the earth are accompanied by dark elves or gray dwarves, and they are also regarded as food and slaves.
Without knowing luck or misfortune, a small number of my compatriots and I are exceptions in the normal society of the spirits because we live in Burgundy.
Burgundy is not a dungeon of drow, or dwarfs, or even gnomes, but a city on the surface. More than 90% of the population are humans - when it comes to this, some monsters may think we are very lucky because we are equal to life.
In the ocean of food, you can ask for something with your eyes closed. But in fact, I have to tell him that this is our misfortune.
Because Burgundy is our place of residence, but not our restaurant location.
If a monster wants to find food and drink in the city nearby, he will soon know how expensive the catering costs are - so high that any monster can only pay two or three times.
If you can't control yourself, then the first time you will be punished for hard labor for one year, the second time you will be ten years, the third time you will die.
I don't know who made this rule, but I know that it is now the law we must abide by.
Although the so-called law seems to be just a clause, it always has a powerful force to ensure its implementation. This is my understanding - I have seen a compatriot who cannot control himself be roasted into a living
When I was drying the specimens, I fully understood this meaning.
For us, the real luck is that this country, originally called the "Empire", is trapped in a split war, and Burgundy, however, happens to have a very special geographical location -
It is too special. It was originally on the junction of two forces that were incompatible with water and fire. As another person named Tuminis took advantage of the situation and attacked the empire, the battle quickly evolved into swallowing each other and
Gladiator. Thanks to this war, we have collected a large inventory of brain food.
Of course, my luck is indeed not very good this time. But there seems to be a saying by humans that is 'hard work pays off'. So after walking around for a few rounds, I found that I still gained something-there is a well next to the square,
And there was a living person sitting next to the well railing.
Although it seems that it is not far from death.
This female, who was a little older, was not wearing clothes, so she clearly exposed three huge wounds on her body. The blood and soil mixed together, temporarily stopping him from losing blood, but the place between her legs seemed to be
A piece of wood stuffed into something like a piece of wood... I remember that it should be the location of the human reproductive system, but the wood seems to have no effect on reproduction. Instead, it is closer to a means of catharsis, and has penetrated her
Some internal organs,
I looked at it and knew that if I didn't care, she might die after just a few dozen breaths.
However, please don't get me wrong about the meaning of what I call "Guan". Of course, I am not interested in treating her, nor do I have the ability, but this woman's head grows very well, with a narrow front and wide back, very symmetrical, although not very round,
But the internal brain gray matter should be very rich.
Looking at the head that made me feel very pleasing, I stood in front of her and took out a jar made of red copper from the space bag.
This is a brain jar, an alchemy tool used to hold brain food. When the brain is placed in the jar, it will lose consciousness and perception, but it can survive indefinitely.
The more interesting thing is that this thing was originally for us to use - the ultimate goal of each Spirit Sucking Monster is to die after joining the main brain. Being deprived of this qualification is the worst for us... But Spirit Sucking
The blame is inevitable that people will die in a foreign land. If it rots before bringing it back to the main brain, the main brain will no longer accept it, which is regarded as a huge waste. In order to prevent such a tragedy, the brain can was invented.
My name has been improved. It not only has the function of storing brain food, but also can directly open the head of the prey and put the brain food in it. As long as I put it on the target head and wait for a while.
This improvement was made by the great Katzejek, who called it ‘automation’.
"You, stay away from my mother..."
The screaming scream made me turn my head and look at the voice.
His body, which was about four feet tall, looked unusually thin with blood and ash. Although the Spirit Sucker Monster had an appropriate view of muscles, this creature seemed to me to be thin, but now he
But he held a wooden stick about the same thickness as his arm and waved it randomly.
I was too careless and was actually sneaked into such a close place by such a guy. If it were a real assassin or a magic beast, it might be very dangerous.
But it seems that I am relatively lucky. This guy is a human juvenile body, without much combat power, and his way of thinking is not perfect - this may be the fundamental reason why he dares to provoke me?
"You leave my mom! Take your... off her head!"
He continued to shout, but it made no sense to me. All I care about was his small head that also seemed to have delicious potential, or if it was controlled and kept for a while, it would be an impure meal?
Unfortunately, the laws of Burgundy also do not allow this. But if he continues to leave him here, he seems to only die.
Or, take it back to Burgundy and send it to places that specialize in buying and selling slaves? Unfortunately, it is said that it is just a cover... All the 'slaves' will be free after working for a few months, becoming the ones we spiritually sucking monsters.
The 'resident' touched.
Some sounds interrupted my thoughts, which were the sound of footsteps that were pressed very lightly... Just as I was reflexively retreating, the sharp sound of wind broke over from one side of the square.
The arrow hit my target in front of me.
The human juvenile body fell like a small ball of linen, and blood spurted out from the broken neck - a huge impact force directly tore his neck, causing his head to fly dozens of feet away.
Even if I go to use the brain pot immediately, it is too late.
This judgment made me feel a little regretful, but at the same time it was more annoyed - this sneak attack act also killed my prey, which was not much different from robbing.
The sneak attacker immediately appeared, a human in armor, holding his crossbow in his hand - "Oh my God, Master Mage, this is too dangerous, how can you be alone in such a place
, These mobs are very..." He shouted, but he quickly called out a clever one: "Well...Master, that priest? Please forgive me, which nobleman you belong to the army?"
Could it be that as long as you are a mage, you know him?
A typical idiot.
I'm wearing a very simple magic robe with a half-covered mask on my face, revealing the iconic silver eyes of the sucking monster and four tentacles under my jaw. But I know this shouldn't be the case in his eyes - the mask is
The creation with the magic of changing face is attached. In the eyes of people with unstable will, I am just a man with an ordinary human face, and I look no different from an ordinary mage.
Especially this guy definitely doesn't have the ability to distinguish
His forehead was slanted, his eyebrows were towering, and his beard looked like he had not evolved much. In the knowledge that the great master's brain details were given to me, the brain gray matter in his mind was a snack without much brain sulcus.
.According to his words, 'it is probably the level of a spicy bar'. Although the master's mind did not tell me what the spicy bar is, it did not affect my judgment.
"Who are you?"
I lifted the brain tank quietly. The creation driven by the psychic energy has completely stripped off and stored the brain. The remaining human body is not very conspicuous on this battlefield, but the guy in front of me seems to have companions - the far-reaching sight
Duan, I saw at least six or seven guys who were dressed similarly to him.
They should be glad that as spirit-sucking monsters, we do not have some bad habits that we think are advanced but are actually just generalized 'intelligent life'. Our hunting is entirely for the continuation of our lives. For such people who have no edible value
I'm not interested, either.
"We are the entourages of Viscount Gleason Piano!"
Seeing his companions gathered, the guy seemed to have recovered his confidence and stood up: "A secret mission is being carried out, well, I want to contact the lord of Burgundy! I ask him to cooperate with the attack of the army of the Kingdom of Touminis,
Our Viscount is a third-class…”
The effect of the psychic charm technique is very good. Several gathered guys instantly regarded me as their most reliable companion...
But what's more troublesome is that there seem to be too many people in their place.
This viscount brought about one hundred human soldiers riding horses to the village one after another... Obviously, they were not professional cavalry, but at least there were three spellcasters in his team - one mage and two
priest.
"So you are a wizard from Burgundy? That's great. We just need the recommendation of a person with a status. If possible, can you help us?"
"My honor, Your Excellency."
It’s so simple to believe in a stranger… This should be the ‘racial intelligence difference’ that His Excellency Cartzejek once said?
Although this verb that is a sucking monster in my only nine months of experience is not usually endorsed by other races, it is undoubtedly close to the truth.
Most of the intelligent creatures in this world often have certain ignorance characteristics. I never deny that many of them have very high wisdom. For example, the editors of magic theory books are some of them unique
The theory always arouses my sigh, but these people are rare after all, and most creatures are synonymous with stupidity, chaos and danger.
For example, the group in front of me.
Indeed, when standing under the first sixty-foot-high exterior wall of Burgundy, few creatures would not be shocked, especially when approaching it, it was not made of bricks, but
When the surface is formed in one-piece, the dark and coldness always seems to be pressed down from the top of my head, and even a monster like me will be shocked.
However, for this, he shouted the scales close to the two hourglass, but he still had no intention of restraint. Such behavior was simply a waste of life.
Are these guys all special types of humans, with skulls that are several times thicker than ordinary people?
"I have heard that Burgundy is the most powerful city in the mainland and a miracle of magical creation. When I see you today, it is indeed worthy of your reputation... This Lord Edward is really a rare talent, no, a person, a big man
…”
The Viscount Gleason Piano was right beside me and his tongue kept stumbled, causing my malicious speculation to be interrupted from time to time. Fortunately, he finally remembered that the purpose of his coming here was not to praise this
It’s a city, so in the third hourglass scale after coming to the city, they and I can finally start preparing to enter the city.
Of course, for me, it doesn’t take much preparation to enter the city, but the soldiers of one hundred cavalry are not very different.
"Your Excellency Viscount, they said this...you must also go to apply for your identity certificate in person, otherwise you will not be able to enter the city, this..."
"This...Master."
To be honest, this guy looked at me a little hard to understand - I guess he thought I could avoid him from getting a certificate...but I had no idea why he was doing this.
Although I also think that for Burgundy's defensive ability, this person doesn't even need to use any force. Even if they can successfully get into the city, the half-elf archers on the castle tower can also be on an hourglass scale.
In time, they were wiped out with guide arrows, but the law was the law - foreign populations received temporary identity certificates, which was the basic government regulations of Burgundy.
This is not only to promote the authority of the ruling people, but also to ensure that the management of the entire city can be smoothly carried out. The advantage of having an identity is that everyone can do their own jobs. Although humans cannot monitor everything in detail like the master's brain
Every brain, but having is always better than not... Don't say that I don't have the power to exempt this provision, even if I have it, I have no interest in destroying this useful provision.
It's just leaving a handprint of one hand, as well as a little dander or a hair backup. Is it necessary to not do it?
After I stared at the tasteless meal for a while, the Viscount of this human seemed to have finally given up on my idea of relying on me... But I caught some interesting reactions in his superficial consciousness, which seemed to be
There are questions about human 'dignity' and 'face', which is something I have always known that it exists, but I have never really felt it yet.
I originally thought that the task of leading them should be coming to an end, but after a hourglass scale, I realized that the most troublesome thing had just happened.
"Wow... Master Mage, what is that? Is it a ladder used to climb the city wall? But why do we need to use iron to make it... Gods are on it, then, is that a magic vehicle? How come it is on the ladder
Run up?"
"This city... has three sets of walls from the inside to the outside? I really can't believe that there is anything that can break through such a city, and you need to be so careful..."
"I heard that Burgundy was once a floating city?"
"That's your "Urban Management Comprehensive Law Enforcement Brigade"? I heard that they are the most powerful troops on the mainland, and it is said that there are dragon knights among them... But why are they all wearing such gray clothes? They shouldn't be wearing armor.
Is it?"
...
This guy is actually not a human, but a halfling who uses deformation disguise, right?
These endless questions made me feel like I was hit by a soul shock. Although I haven't had this experience since I was born, I think at least there should be some commonality between the two.
What's even more terrible is that these guys seem to have unfortunately not obtained the upper-level reception permission - the acting city lord is very busy.
The attack of His Majesty the King was also not in line with the so-called common sense. It was like a sharp sword, rushing forward and out of a stiff straight line, and then facing the
Although I haven't really seen it, I know that among the so-called poems or stories of human beings, they like to use all their words to describe mighty and bravery to describe the scenes of war... Heroes and Demons, Justice and
Evil, as if the killing of the two groups was full of noble spirit, making the bystanders excited and fantasized about the wonder of defeating fate in which they were devoted to. They completely ignored how different that statement was from reality.
It seems that the concept of war is still a very strange thing to me.r1152