The shore of Linzhong Lake is full of humidity in the early morning.
Outside a pavilion on the promenade around the lake, a vague crack suddenly appeared in the sky over the green grass, and the crack shone with intertwined light of gold and black.
"Stab it!"
A sound like a rag being torn, accompanied by a faint thunder, came from the crack, escaped into the air, and disappeared in an instant. The low shrubs and grass blades among the lawns on the slope fell one after another.
He lowered his body and lowered his head, seeming to be humbly welcoming.
"Crash..."
A pile of smelly green slime rolled out from the crack and fell on the lawn, causing weeds to grow wildly. The dark green leaves on the bushes seemed to be blessed by the Druids' activation spell in an instant.
It became a big mouth singing hymns, babbling and singing hymns that no one could understand in unison:
“sll’ha nilgh’ri-nyt shogg ooboshu…” (The servant of all creation invites the kingdom of darkness to come…)
"l'ebumna syha'h n'ghft" (In the eternity and darkness of the abyss)
"y'ai 'ng'ngah" (I call on Him)
“y’hah” (Amen)
The sound was messy but had an unusual resonance, as if hundreds of radios with poor signals were turned on at the same time, or like the kind of buzzing and whining sounds brought out by strong winds passing through the forest. It was low and strange.
, which is disgusting to hear.
"Ah sneeze!"
A little black goat sneezed, struggled to get up from the green mucus. This action was very difficult for it. It was not because it broke its leg when it fell from the crack in the air, but because
It has a lot of legs now.
In addition to the original four legs, many black lamb legs of different lengths appeared under its belly, on the sides of its ribs, behind its buttocks, under its neck, and on the crotch, and they were all kicking randomly, trying to step on the ground.
.
In addition, many swirling marks appeared on the originally shiny black fur of the little black goat. Those marks were swollen, squirming, and constantly changing their shapes, but upon closer inspection, they looked like the curled up leaves on the bushes nearby.
Leaves—those leaves turn into mouths that are always humming and singing hymns.
"Pop!" "Pap!"
Sticky explosions sounded one after another, like mud bubbles being burst in a swamp. Black tentacles protruded from the black swirl marks of the sheepskin, stretching and waving in all directions.
Now, the original appearance of the little black goat is completely lost.
It has turned into an existence that resembles a mutated banyan tree man - short in stature, dozens of air root-like legs, a big mouth all over its body, and black tentacles that are as active as Medusa's hair.
To use a word from a wizard's textbook, this is a 'depraved piece of flesh'.
Green slime dripped from the mouth of the 'meat block', flowed to those legs, and slowly seeped in along the dark fur. The 'little black goat' that had fallen into a meat block waved its sticky tentacles,
He spun around on the open slope, letting out a confused 'bleating' sound as he adjusted to his extra legs.
Yes, even though it has been reduced to a piece of meat, it can still bleat.
It seems that this will make it feel safer - this is not the sound that a real 'Black Goat Favorite of the Forest' should make. But the instinct from the depths of the starry sky tells it that in this place, if a 'Black Goat Baby'
The cub will not behave like a real black goat and will die quickly.
After a while, it suddenly stopped and turned sideways to listen carefully.
Through the thick shrubs and the narrow woods, it could clearly hear the noisy waves not far away, mixed with water vapor, coming in waves.
Faintly, it heard a voice calling 'Nicholas'.
The beloved breathed a sigh of relief.
The abnormal fluctuations in the space channel when it first arrived made it almost think that it had landed in the wrong place. But now those voices calling 'Nicholas' mixed with malice and fanatical thoughts were unmistakable.
"It's just a little off, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." The beloved thought in his heart, and walked towards the place where the sound was rolling with dozens of cheerful hooves. As he walked, he slowly raised his head.
, puff up your chest, open your tentacles, and strive to create the momentum that a true loved one should have.
Although it also felt that the real name of the 'Black Goat of the Forest' shouted by those praying in the distance seemed not entirely correct, the abundant magical energy in the air and the alluring aura blowing around soon made this man who had been wandering in the starry sky all year round very quickly.
The deep 'thought' gave up the intention of further thinking.
In other words, it had no serious thought in the first place:
"This is not the first time those believers have called my name incorrectly."
"What does it matter?"
"As long as it comes to your mind...it's OK."
"I am the favored one of the Mother Goddess, and I should safeguard the glory of the Mother Goddess."
"Let me answer your prayers!"
There was a lush bush behind it in the mud, as well as goat's hoofprints. Hundreds of hoofprints, all green, with foul-smelling mucus attached to them.
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"Nicholas, you are just a bastard who has stained the bloodline of the Oswall family! How can you have the guts to challenge the glory of the nobles under the moon?!"
"Nicholas! The guy whose surname is not even recognized by Oswall! His name appears on the same list as ours. What a depravity of the entire wizarding world!"
"Look at Nicholas's stupid face!"
"You can only passively accept it and won't actively explore your own abilities. Even if you have talent, it is a waste. The descendants of magicians can't get rid of the stupidity that goes deep into their souls."
"...Nicholas!"
"Nicholas!"
On the shore of Linzhong Lake, all kinds of provocations and curses, accompanied by the name 'Nicholas', poured out from the mouths of the people in white robes, adding to the roar of people.
The 3a club was originally a club composed of the most fanatical blood supremacists in Alpha Academy. For these bigots, being beaten by a bastard on the head is simply more disgusting than feeding them shit.
They were unanimous in their opinions on attacking Nicholas.
On the opposite side, the camp of students from the Nine Colleges seemed a bit loose. Most of them were shouted at by their companions to join in the fun, and there were almost no signs of standing up to Nicholas. Even if there were people between the white robe and Nicholas, it was just a meaning.
I mean, don't let the other party be too presumptuous in the school.
What's more, Nicholas' performance in an interview with Beta Town Post some time ago made many Jiuyou students feel gloating at the moment - look, this is the fate of the traitor!