Ken is not superstitious about gods.
Every bit of desolation and cruelty in the North has been experienced by the people living here. Ancient legends and firm beliefs cannot save children from misfortune, nor can they restore the homes destroyed by refugees.
Before he could understand the revelation of the dream, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the tent. Except for the Wolf King, wild beasts were not allowed to approach the leader's residence.
The rush of footsteps indicated that something was important.
The door curtain was opened by fishermen.
He was soaked by the freezing rain, his lips were blue, and he was extremely excited when he saw Ken.
"I found it," he said. "Nidailei's seed!"
There was a tree in Palotus a long time ago. It is said that it blocked the sky and the sun, and supported the only spring in the north under the tree canopy. It was there that the ancestors of the beast spirits buried in the wasteland were conceived.
Hunting has eroded the roots of giant trees.
The old gods chopped off half of its trunk, made it into a wooden coffin, and dragged it into the "Ocean of Reincarnation" by sea beasts, sealing the source of the mystery forever in the dark seabed.
In the subsequent dwarf era, the snow spirits who had not yet become extinct called the giant tree "Nidalee".
The meaning is "a person who gives birth to unnatural life."
The other half of the giant tree was cut down during this period.
The logging project started with the first dwarf emperor and ended with "Silderin" taking the throne.
[Nidaryi] is as solid as a rock, not even the years can shake it.
The dwarves were proud of their conquest of the giant tree, which was passed down from generation to generation. They used the giant tree as a skeleton and used the wisdom of the entire era to build the most far-reaching building on the continent of Osua.
"Yes, you guessed it."
The animal tamer dug out a pile of soil and took a breath before finishing the story.
"That building is the landmark of, uh, Pallotus Pi, the forever frozen wall."
This is a plain far away from the plains of Kee Village, at the lower reaches of the Lupek River, and the Heelas are preparing for a strange hunt.
The pattering of freezing rain was a headache.
Ken worked with his own hands and accompanied his troops in digging holes.
According to fishermen, this is a necessary component of the trap.
Lowndes stood at the bottom of the pit. The big hole could fully accommodate the giant. Even if he didn't squat down or lower his head, as long as the observer was a few steps away, his head would still be invisible.
The mire was so muddy that water swamped Lowndes' calves.
Everyone worked together to drag it out, and then huddled together in a temporary shelter to warm themselves by the fire.
The doctor prepared several bottles of antifreeze medicine.
Some accepted, some refused, and some took out winter grass wine to share with each other.
The fisherman poured two bags of sticky paste into the pit.
"What's this?"
Lowndes asked.
"The secret medicine boiled with fish oil. Look, here is an ocean now. Hey, don't get too close. You will drown if you fall in."
Someone in the team sneered.
They dug the soil hole with their own hands and knew the root cause. It was a miracle that they could sprain their ankle. How could it be fatal?
[Trap-Mud Vortex]
[A deep pit with magical ripples. Those who fall into it will fall into chaos, as if they are on the bottom of the sea. It is extremely difficult to escape, and they will eventually be trapped and die. ]
"He's right."
Ken warned.
No one had ever seen the employer joking, so everyone stopped laughing and realized the danger.
The physical work is done, and then comes the waiting.
Kuima touched the beast tamer and asked about the story just now: "Nidalee's torso was chopped off, where did the roots and stakes go?"
"Everywhere, stone spirits, monsters, and giant beasts can all be said to be some part of it."
Kuima smiled and did not answer, but deep down he believed that the other party was talking nonsense.
Many legends in the north are fabricated. When a campfire is set up, the old men in the hunting team can tell several mysterious stories.
The rain stopped falling.
But the clouds were low, indicating that things were not over yet. Sure enough, a cold wind blew again in an instant, and snowflakes as big as a palm were stirred up and flew all over the sky.
"The timing is perfect, no one is allowed to move anymore."
The fishermen gave orders.
He pried open another clay pot, and a suffocating stench instantly wafted out. There were worms on the rotten and greasy fish meat.
Ken stood upwind, and the strange smell began to spread, and it could be smelled by people ten arrows away in an instant.
"You can't find this kind of bait in all of Coulombona!"
Lowndes twisted his nose and complained.
"This is not our bait."
The fisherman answered casually and kept looking around, finally seeing what he wanted.
A bush squirmed.
After it explored its surroundings, it suddenly grew spider-like legs and crawled quickly towards the clay pot.
[Pliers flower]
[It is a rare monster in the north. It survives by digesting the remains of animals. It can be regarded as a moving scavenger. ]
Ken watched as the thing fiddled with the container with its rough, tree-trunk talons.
Stinky fish are very popular among carrion-eating monsters, and their strong smell can easily seduce hungry guys.
Someone among Heila started to think casually.
"Oh my God, this flower-like mouth is so disgusting, hiss, and it can even stick out. I'm going to vomit. Mother Winter, bless me, don't make this damn sucking sound again!"
The pincer flower is dining in the rudest way possible.
Many people tried their best to keep their throats calm while turning elsewhere.
Snowflakes formed a white gauze curtain, the sky was gloomy, the wind was bitter and the rain was bitter. No one would leave the nest rashly at this time.
The scene in the distance became hazier, but more obvious ripples came in the distance, superimposing one wave after another until the end. Even [Lontz], who was least sensitive to magic, noticed something strange.
"Pour the animal blood on yourself."
The fisherman said to the giant, his tone was very urgent, as if the prey was about to appear.
Lowndes obeyed the instructions quickly. Hunting continued during the migration, and a few buckets of fresh animal blood were not considered a rare commodity.
He couldn't help but mutter:
"Aren't you here to catch rocks? So far, what you've been doing seems to have nothing to do with it."
Shhh——
Ken raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, and something slowly approached in the haze.
Embedded in the ground, it advanced silently, gravel and moss giving way.
"That's it?"
Lowndes was in disbelief.
Everyone was struggling in the rain just to deal with such an ordinary prey?
The thing he was talking about was an ordinary stone, which looked no different from any [Kopi Rock] on the frozen soil.
There is nothing special about it except that it squirms slowly.
Bang!
A huge collision sound erupted in front of their eyes - the pincer flower turned into pulp in the blink of an eye, like a bedbug that was slapped to death, and the pulp and broken shells were all its remains.
They blinked and saw where the pots were originally placed...
An ordinary stone.
The Kuras all shut up and backed away.
This elusive speed and desperate impact force are simply like a siege crossbow filled with winches.
"Falagua..."
Lowndes swore a few patois angrily.
Then, he was surprised to find that he was the only one who obediently applied the animal blood. A certain premonition came to his mind. Before he could understand it, he saw his companions turning around and staring at him.
Everyone seemed to be looking at a corpse.
"You bastards!"