[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

"What's a Wendigo?"

Eisenhart flinched a little in Lindell's direction, and now he began to feel that compared to this kind of creature named Wendigo, the deterrence brought by Lindell's goblin appearance was nothing to mention.

"A monster that can only be produced by cannibalism, a product of twisted souls, wandering forever in the wilderness to prey on human life... Basically, it does not have intelligence, because the souls have been bitten and devoured by each other, and there is not much left. "

"vomit……"

Eisenhart wanted to throw up bile before he finished listening.

Human imagination can always go beyond the cognition of goblins, Lindell thought.Wendigo is a creature that leans towards the mysterious side. In a sense, it is the result of the relatively successful experiments of this group of people, but no goblin will definitely agree with this——monsters that only eat human flesh and blood, no goblin would like to Acknowledge yourself as one of their kind.

It is the crystallization of pure human brutality, stranger than Frankenstein.

At this time, the pregnant woman clutched her stomach in pain, and the fruit she had eaten before began to play a role. Lindell scratched her hair irritably, and ordered: "Use your strength to open any door, and then I will Find a way to lure the Wendigo out!"

"How could I do such a thing!"

Eisenhardt broke down and shouted: "If I want to move such a thick door, my previous limit is only to the extent that I can bend a spoon!"

"Then think of a way! Aren't you human!"

Lindell kicked one of the Wendigo, and the goblin's strength only made the other side stagger: "Our abilities are limited, but don't human beings have infinite possibilities! Since it is this kind of creature, Try a little harder--"

What kind of nonsense is this!Eisenhart raised his hand angrily, raised a safe and smashed it on the head of a wendigo, half of the other side's head was bleeding, but he still did not reduce his attacking momentum: "Who told you such a thing!"

"That's what my foster father said when he adopted me!"

Lindell didn't dare to let go of the pregnant woman holding her belly. He knew that he had to immediately tune her up, but the Wendigo around him couldn't be ignored.He smashed several of the culture jars containing humans, deliberately making a loud noise, and the wendigos were indeed attracted, lying on the ground to feast on it.

Eisenhart felt that he had nothing more to spit out.His esophagus was burned by gastric juice, and the bitter taste of bile filled his mouth. He raised his hands unsteadily, trying to aim at the iron gate in front of him.

The chunks of steel-gray metal didn't budge, and he struggled until he finally failed.

"No, I can't..."

Eisenhart looked at the monsters that got up again in horror, took two steps back and realized that there was nowhere to retreat, and subconsciously looked at Lindell. In essence, he was just a boy under 15 years old, even if the war made people precocious. , It is also difficult to completely break through the shackles of age.

"Tsk..."

Lindell frowned: "Then twist the steel bars in the building to tie them up first, anyway, do whatever you want!"

With a dull metallic sound, the metal pipe used for the experiment in the room was pulled out and tied tightly to Wendigo's body.

Seeing that the Wendigos were barely under control, Lindell made up his mind: "Eisenhart, cover your ears."

"what?"

Even if he didn't know the meaning of this order, he executed it very quickly.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the blond-haired, golden-eyed goblin put his hands together in front of his chest, and took a deep breath.

Lindell: "■■■■—"

...is singing.

Human ears and human brains cannot understand the meaning of these words and melodies, and even if you try hard to "understand", you will feel a splitting headache, but you can still confirm it with only a weak amount of information. singing.

The sound is not transmitted by the vibration of the air, and it is doubtful whether it is still in the concept of "sound". The mana tremor of the whole space affects the natural force, forming a wonderful resonance like singing.

The singing mixed with magical power surrounded the entire laboratory, gradually calming down the restless Wendigo; the pregnant woman was holding her belly in pain, but she also showed a confused and relaxed look during the singing, her limbs were no longer tense and curled up, and she even felt pain. Everything became indistinct, as if separated by a layer of damp mist.

The singing resounded underground, and the sound of the tide with magic power swept all directions, until it stopped abruptly at a certain point.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lindell bent his knees, staggered a step, and coughed violently.

"Lindel?!"

Eisenhart hurried to support him.

"It's okay, it's just that if you want to leverage the fairy language outside the world, the magic power consumption is too great."

He took the opponent's hand and stood firm: "Basically, I can already know what they want to do... Bring as much information as possible from here, and start retreating now."

"Can you go now?"

he asks.

"In general...you don't need to worry about humans like you."

Lindell scratched his fingertips and wrote runes on the wall with blood.A small part of the goblin's knowledge inheritance comes from group memory. Lindell quickly drew the last stroke, and the rune text glowed: "This place will explode in 5 minutes, leave now."

"But there must be obstacles ahead! They won't let us leave here alive!"

Eisenhardt tried hard to open the iron door, but in the end it was Lindell who scratched the runes on the door and cut the metal into a smooth section.

The large number of killings caused by Hydra in this base caused the soul fragments to fill the air. The magic power he consumed today is probably the sum of the past few years. The process of continuously absorbing magic power and rapidly consuming it made Lindell feel like a flood. Reservoirs, floods pour in continuously, and then rush away by themselves.

And this price is the raw materials called human beings that are constantly being transported by closed trains, as well as the despair, filth and death that permeate the air.

They sleep on rat-filled, occluded hard board beds, call their names by a series of serial numbers, eat poor-quality tubers and enough bread to cut their throats, and when they can no longer work, they will be discarded as garbage... Until, after these people died in despair, the fragmented souls became magic power and nourishment.

...Even though it was such a critical moment, Lindell remembered some stories before he met the pair of angels and demons.

He knows that in the eyes of some human magicians, everything other than himself is a consumable, and he also knows that in the eyes of many goblins and even angels, human life and death are nothing but trivial matters, not worth paying any attention to. .

This is a systematic obliteration, an efficient clearing operation, not even a hail of bullets or bloodshed, but a simple, one group of people squeezing the precarious and depleted bodies and souls of another group of people.

Humans are so complicated, he thought.

Lindell retched a few times on the spot, and spat out a black signal device under the worried eyes of Eisenhart and the pregnant woman.

"You take this thing and take her away, and I will find a way to cover you two."

Lindell said: "After confirming that it is safe to press the button, there will be backup to find the coordinates."

"how about you?"

Eisenhart asked, "What will you do then?"

"You tell the people who come to help me where I am, and they will come to me."

From the current experience, it is correct to listen to the other party's words, so Eisenhardt pulled the pregnant woman who was finally in a better state of mind, turned around and ran away.

Eisenhart stumbled towards the iron gate.

There was chaos around, and some people wanted to attack him with guns, but they would be hit by bullets from unknown sources before the trigger was pulled.The strong wind blew through the camp, kicking up dust that made it hard to keep your eyes open.

The boy squinted his eyes and looked back, vaguely seeing Lindell standing on the spire of the tallest building, jumping off, and quickly submerged in the crowd, followed by a series of high and low screams. Under the chaos, no one really had time to look after the two of them.

The prisoners with blue-gray stripes rioted, resisting with all their strength with thin fingers and thin chests. Even if someone was hit, the people behind would immediately fill in; And [-] hours of forced labor a day, but in front of that iron gate that was overturned, life seemed not so important.

not understand.

Lindell smelled these exuberant emotions and the soul stripped of the body, and the magic power flowed through the limbs and bones and stimulated again.His vision became wide and clear, like an eagle flying over the wilderness; his hearing could recognize the tearful cries and hoarse roars of everyone here.The human soul turned into magic, and it seemed to become the hand pushing him forward, pulling his wrist to stab the gunman's chest.

I don't understand, but the excess magic power seems to be able to break through the skin.

Eisenhart and the others didn't dare to stop until they hid in the nearby forest.The teenager pressed the communicator hard, and after waiting for about half an hour, he heard the sound of the engine.The man in blue tights and holding a buckler jumped out of the plane first, followed by several soldiers who should be his teammates.

The boy looked up at the parachute blooming in the air, and finally lost his strength and fell to the ground. From the direction he came, there was a strong and sharp explosion sound.

The author has something to say:

"Fairy language."

"Elfspells."