Chapter 313

Time flies, in the twinkling of an eye has come to the end of autumn.

It was already slightly cold, and a large-scale autumn rain suddenly attacked thomston, the first colony established by the kingdom of faletis in the northern part of the new world.

Fortunately.

In order to cope with the extreme frequent wind and rain in this continent, the new colonist city far away from home has completed the perfect municipal construction. Well functioning drainage facilities, so that residents do not have to wade.

The rain was heavy.

Rustling...

the leaves have turned into red sugar maple trees, rustling, reflecting the roadside rows of buildings full of the style of faletis.

However, unlike faletis, which uses more stone buildings, most of the houses are made of local wood.

The forest resources of the new world are extremely rich. The indigenous people's ability to transform nature is very limited. They believe that all things have spirit. They believe that a river, a mountain, a tree, a stone... All have souls and natural spirit.

So the vast majority of places have maintained the most original natural style, can be used to build houses of big trees are almost everywhere.

Most of the houses are made of spruce, fir and pine. The material is lighter, which is very suitable for pioneers who are not rich in manpower and craftsmen. Moreover, it is warm in winter and cool in summer, which is very comfortable.

Obviously, after nearly a hundred years of development, the colonists on this land have learned how to adapt to the living environment here, and they seem to live well!

In the docklands of this colonial city.

The only pub, fox, badger and honey, was already crowded.

The sudden heavy rain made the dockers, sailors and plantation managers all have nothing to do and gather here one after another.

"Fox, badger and honey tavern" is certainly popular. There are mellow rum, sweet beer, the freshest fruits and beef, and... Beautiful and sexy girls.

Dongdong... Dongdong... Dongdong...

on the stage in the middle of the pub.

A beautiful girl with a darker complexion than the orthodox white nimasters in a civilized country, but a lighter complexion than the native people with brown skin, is twirling her waist and dancing in a foreign land with the beat of an indigenous musician.

She has Red Parrot feathers on her head, colorful special fabrics around her waist, and ornaments made of animal teeth on her wrists and ankles.

All over the body is full of exotic and wild beauty, with wheat skin which is very in line with the aesthetic of the men here, just like a hunting goddess coming out of the forest!

Pop! Pop! ...

the girl spins her body and claps her hands gently. There is not much cloth on her body. In the dance with a great range of movements, her slender waist and slender thighs are challenging the fragile nerves of the men in the tavern at any time.

Tick... Tick...

as the sweat drops from the girl's body.

So that the guests can't help but follow the hot and dry up, took the glass in front of him and poured a big mouthful, and then asked the waiter to serve the wine again.

Obviously, there is nothing else. The extra wine money sold today is already a big income.

However, no matter how beautiful things are, they will come to an end.

In the eyes of the audience.

The beautiful girl sent out a few kisses to these "financial resources", wriggled her slender and soft waist and stepped back from the stage.

"How's it going? Do you look good? "

"Good looking!"

"Unfortunately, I can't see it. If you dare to take a matizo girl back, your father will kill you

"Bang --"! Do you have to take it back? "

In the corner of the tavern, Elvin and Milan, dressed in casual clothes, taste the maple syrup beer, and enjoy the charming dance of the beautiful girl full of exotic customs.

The fatigue of long-distance sea voyage seems to be swept away, and Milan also expresses deep contempt for Ivan's extremely conservative "view of love"!

"Can't we have a romantic love without marriage?

Pedantic...

however, Milan is just a hero in the mouth and has never thought of putting it into action.

The word "mastizo" originated from the hiliuse language. It generally refers to the mixed descendants of the white skinned nimasts of the old world and the brown skinned indigenous Atleans of the new world or the black skinned anuma.

In the old world, such mastizos are very rare, but in the new world, which has been colonized for 100 years, and in the southern continent, which has been colonized for 200 years, they are everywhere.

At present, if the children were born into noble families in the old world, they would hardly have the right of inheritance, let alone the recognition of the upper class.

Because of their special living environment, they have gradually become an important part of the colonial ruling order, and even some lucky people have become members of the colonial administrators.Of course, it must be noted that most of these mixed race children are the offspring of male nimasts and female aborigines.

In the colony of faletis.

Nimasts from the old world, Creoles born in the new world but with white parents, mastizos of mixed race and pure brown native Atleans constitute the social hierarchy here, just like the caste system of Evan's previous life.

But in the colony of faletis and tulips, it's better.

If you go to the kingdom of hillius, which occupies the vast territory of the central and southern parts of the new world, you will find that there are few Atleans left as pure aborigines.

Because they are carrying out the extremely cruel policy of genocide!

A large number of male Aborigines were driven into plantations and mines to carry out all kinds of heavy physical labor and become consumables. It would not take a few years for them to get sick and die.

In the land where they live, a large number of adaptable and tenacious anuma people are constantly filled in through the triangle trade, which has gradually replaced the position of the indigenous atlian people.

Of course, this difference does not mean that tulip colonists are more kind-hearted than hillius.

From Elvin's point of view, it's just a compromise. There is no essential difference between the two!

"You say there will be a surprise in this pub, don't you mean that? It's good, but it's not a surprise, is it? "

"Gudu! Don't worry, I still have faith in this simple prediction. "

He poured himself a big mouthful of cool beer, Milan assured, patting his chest.

At the end of the conversation, I heard a group of woodcutters nearby talking. After drinking some wine, these people were very talkative:

"Hey! It was really hot just now.

Why don't we take turns telling the horror stories around us? Let's cool down. "

"Good! I'll go first, I'll go first!

I'm going to tell you a horror story that I heard from my grandfather. It's a story about "deer bone God" and "revenge on evil spirits."

As soon as another lumberjack in suspenders was heard, Elvin seemed to have felt a cold wind blowing by him.

"Hiss, believing in the land of animism, seems to be a bit of a heresy!"

They looked at each other.

From the woodcutter's mouth, I heard the first kind of horror and strangeness coming to the new world!

Combined with their own extraordinary knowledge, they also restore a relatively real "strange" image.

The origin is related to the colonists.

Nearly one hundred years ago, an aboriginal tribe worshipping the original God of death in the new world, Wuhao, sacrificed the whole soul of the tribe to the God of death before being conquered by a "civilized man" from afar.

Then.

Strong resentment in the bones of thousands of people throughout the tribe, spawned a terrible Avenger!

It has a dirty deerskin robe, a large horned elk skull on its head, and an obsidian saw sword and an obsidian spear in its hand.

At the crotch, the horse is covered with broken ropes and stone tribulus, and its nose and mouth can emit sparks. Wandering in the vast wilderness of the mainland all day long, killing all the "civilized people" who appear in front of it.

They are not afraid of swords, spears, halberds, guns and artillery. They are real evil spirits. They can't resist and they can't die!

Even if they are killed by the high-ranking clergy with infinite holy power, they will come back in a few years or more, bloody washing any "civilized people" settlement they see.

In addition, another worker's "story" also attracted their attention.

A haunted church.

It's just a few dozen kilometers north of Toms town.

You know, although Thomas town was the first settlement that faletis was able to build, it had failed more than ten times before.

Either because of insufficient supplies, or because of disease, or because of Aboriginal attacks, or because of... The newly established settlements soon dispersed.

Originally, it was the goddess church built by the first colonists who came here, but with the collapse of the colony by the aboriginal counterattack, the church was abandoned.

However, it is said that the original intention of the original clergyman to build this church was to seal a terrible spirit. However, with the abandonment of the church, the seal there has become invalid, and now it has become a spirit church full of ghost nuns.

There are no living people who are able to leave after entering there...

maybe they are interested in their topic. The middle-aged man who looks like the manager of tobacco plantation on the nearby wine table comes to him with great interest and asks, "haven't you heard of the legend of Roanoke Island?"

"Roanoke Island?"

Elvin and Milan both extended their ears at the same time.

It was also the story before thomston's success, another failed attempt by faletis.

The first colonists who landed on Roanoke Island were not well prepared, lacked the ability to survive independently, and even had no planting skills.Only in all desperation, can we send the immigrant leaders back home to ask for help.

But more than half a year later.

On the evening of his return with the reinforcement team, he had already speedily approached his village.

The wolf smoke in the village is burning suddenly!

But when they keep going into the village.

The manager of the plantation glared green eyes, scanned the faces of all the people who listened attentively, and continued in a low voice:

"there are oil lamps on the dining table, and the food on the stove is still hot, but there are 11 children, 88 men, 17 women in the village, a total of 116 people, and all the livestock and poultry have disappeared!

They only saw a nameless word... Croatoan! "Carved on a tree outside the village

When he spit out the last word, I don't know why, all of you feel the cold wind behind your neck at the same time.

Woo -

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