[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

The beast tide is actually a non-periodic gathering of monsters in the harsh environment of the Edgarka wasteland. In severe cases, it will even affect the human tribes on the border of the wasteland. They will become extremely aggressive during this period. Sex, every piece of land in the wasteland will become a paradise for killing.

To sum up, whoever meets who is unlucky.

The wind arrows pierced towards the back intensively, and Bartholomew's cloak had been thrown in the confusion.The excessively long blond hair was tied up with a light gray ribbon, and a few strands were messily scattered around the ears due to the long running.

Sensing the aura of the approaching monster, Bartholomew pushed Noyce forward forcefully, turned around and gathered the spear of light to stab the wilderness saber-toothed leopard fiercely.

Blood was spilled all over.

His overburdened heart rumbled in his chest, and he breathed heavily.A beam of light flew from behind and hit the injured but still aggressive beast. The beast roared angrily and fell to the ground.Bartholomew quickly pulled out the dagger hidden in his calf, and thrust it into the beast's throat with all his strength before the Spear of Light dissipated. With several wind blades from Noyce behind him, the body under the fur completely stopped breathing. , and at this time the fingertips holding the dagger have turned white due to force,

Everything happened in an instant, and when I came back to my senses.Behind him was already the young man's shortness of breath, and Noyce's trembling hands were tightly wrapped around his waist.The boy seemed to use all his strength, so that an adult Barcelo was staggered and dragged back a dozen steps before suddenly falling on Noyce.

With blond hair messily spread across his face, Bartholomew struggled to sit up.

This was the third day after everyone dispersed, and the beast tide had not stopped.Bartholomew and Noyce lost their way and wandered in the wilderness, not knowing when they would encounter a single or a group of monsters.Because he had just wiped out a group of ferocious horse-shaped thorn birds, Bartholomew didn't notice the wilderness saber-toothed leopard who was good at concealment in his panic.The danger that could have been easily killed was narrowly avoided due to three days of continuous consumption and exhaustion.

This is the disadvantage of the mage, who has poor physical fitness, and is prone to be at a disadvantage in melee combat, especially when encountering wild beasts.Although Bartholomew, who grew up in the Holy See, was theoretically perfect, he was taught mostly healing and large-scale magic.

Fortunately, after deliberate training, Bartholomew and Noyce's reaction ability is already faster than most mages.

Take a breath.Bartholomew got up and pulled Noyce up from the ground. The young man was very light, and when he was pulled up, his raised eyes receded from the indifference that he usually pretended to be introverted, and there was a tinge of distressing panic.Bartholomew buried the boy's head in his arms, his soft blond hair rubbing against his neck.

"It's all right, Noyce."

"teacher."

"kindness?"

"Don't do this anymore."

After being stunned for a moment, he realized that he was referring to the fact that Bartholomew pushed him away just under the crisis.

"Is Noyce worried about me? It's okay, the teacher will protect himself."

After rubbing the boy's head, Bartholomew felt a little more strength.Returning to the saber-toothed leopard's corpse, he cut off the sharp teeth with the wind blade, and Noyce tacitly helped Bartholomew take the heavy responsibility of peeling off the beast's thick fur.

Put the loot into the space ring.Bartholomew and Noyce left quickly.Even though the whole body of the saber-toothed leopard is almost made of rare and expensive alchemy materials, it is even a good nourishing food for mages, alchemists, and knights.The two of them didn't dare to take the risk of staying too long in the wasteland where a bunch of monsters would pop up at any time.

The sky seemed to be getting darker. The dim setting sun extended from the horizon to the front of the wasteland. The magnificent orange red stopped in front of the weeds of Manshengwei, leaving a dim light, which stretched the shadows of the two for a long time.

Bartholomew has raised his vigilance. Judging from the past few days, even though the environment on the Edgarka Wasteland is harsh and the weather is abnormal.But the sunset is relatively late on weekdays.Wandering blankly in the wilderness will confuse people's concept of time, but at this time the sunset is indeed too early for people to easily notice.

Noticing the more subdued elemental fluctuations in Bartholomew, Noyce gently shook the young man's hand soothingly.

"Teacher, maybe we're here."

Although he had this conjecture, Bartholomew, who didn't believe it too much, stopped.

"I think you're right."

Huge shadows swooped down.

Legends are sometimes credible, although they tend to deviate from the truth, but those seemingly absurd descriptions in legends are sometimes a distorted reflection of the truth.

The "person" in front of him has slightly curly dark brown long hair and pale skin. It is not as transparent as Rafal's, but it seems to have no blood color. It has high prominent cheekbones, a high nose bridge and thin lips. All made her facial features more profound.She retracted her huge wings, and landed on the land that had completely sunk into the night with her human-like feet, while at the same time whipping up a gust of wind with a faint grass fragrance.

The golden animal pupils are like flowing golden magma in the night, carrying the vigilance and hostility of a beast.She opened her mouth, but let out a sharp bird song.

Bartholomew stood in front of Noyes, not noticing the boy who suddenly became stiff due to his actions.

"We didn't have any malicious intentions. We broke into your territory by mistake. I'm very sorry."

The Fett's vertical pupils swept across the two of them, and the sound of wings breaking through the air came from a distance. Her superior vision made her immediately relax her vigilance.

In an instant, several Fett women who also had golden vertical pupils and huge wings landed on the ground.They surrounded the two of them, and after making simple eye contact, they spread their wings again.The Fett people at the beginning turned their heads and said in a non-standard common language; "Follow up."

The airflow rolled up by the wings almost made Bartholomew stand unsteadily. It seemed that they were not malicious. He motioned to Noyce to keep up with the hovering air not far away, as if he was waiting for the two Fett women.

The wilderness was very empty at night, and the stars in the sky appeared very bright, which made Bartholomew and the others recognize the tiny figures of the Fetts a little more clearly because they were too far away.Whenever the two of them seemed impatient because their speed was too slow, a person would swoop down in the distance and set off a wave of air, reminding them to speed up their pace.

About an hour later, a few afterimages whizzed across the sky, and denser stretches of trees and sporadic lights began to appear in the distance.

This is a village, a Fett village.

Some of their houses are built on thicker trees, while others are built on the ground like ordinary human villages.Perhaps it is because even though there are many trees here, there are not many trees that are strong enough to support the houses. The houses here are very scattered.The houses on the ground are actually tents made of fur and branches, because most of the monsters on the wasteland are not brightly colored. Even though there are many bones of monsters hanging outside as decorations, the whole still shows a gray color. Dusky shades.

As soon as they stepped into the range of the village, the Fite people from the beginning landed in front of them.

"Guests from afar, please come with us."

Lifting up the curtain made of animal skin, the room did not contain bottles and jars for divination and various props piled up in a mess as Bartholomew imagined.At the end of the dim light sat a young girl, she had beautiful curly ginger hair, her wings were folded, the place where the eyes should have been was blank, there was only a curved trace, which seemed to be born with it, and it meandered in an overly fitting way. On the skin, just across where the eyes are.

Her fingers are slender, with thick joints, covered with delicate skin, unlike her kin, which is a bit rough due to hunting.

She nodded in the direction of the door, and the Fett people who led the way used what seemed to be their unique etiquette, first shook their heads slightly, then nodded, and finally left.

She spread her palms, facing herself, and spoke slowly as if speaking to her palms.The voice was dry and slow, with the cleanliness and softness unique to girls.

"I can see a lot of clips, but I can't see them clearly. Guests from afar, you have to answer one of my questions first."

"My eyes," she slowly rolled her outstretched palm until it faced them.

"What color is it?"

It was a pair of closed eyes, growing on pale hands.

The candle was still burning, and the dimness and darkness were mixed together. The whole scene was like a poor-quality oil painting hung on the fireplace in a narrow room and fumigated by oil smoke.

Bartholomew looked at Noyce, the boy was not surprised at all by what he saw, his eyes were calm and his tone was steady:

"The swamp. Destiny is the color of the swamp."

The girl's voice was even deeper, and even after drinking water, her lips still looked dry; "It seems that they brought back the right person."

The girl curled the corners of her mouth, as if she was smiling.

Bartholomew intuitively felt that she might be a gentle and easy-going girl, perhaps like the girl who likes to wear gray-blue dresses in small towns.

Like my son's Daphne, I like sunflowers and sweet syrup cakes.

"I saw you, and I saw that you will find me in the future. I can help you, but you have to promise me one condition."

She said, drinking another glass of water because of her chapped lips.

"Not everyone in our Fett tribe is a prophet, so what I can see is limited. The prophecy asked me to help you, and I can point

Guide you in the direction and help you find your companions in the wasteland.However, the rest is up to you. "

Bartholomew nodded; "Thank you very much."

The girl stood up, and the huge wings seemed a little weak because she didn't fly often: "I want something, and the prophecy tells me that I will get it, even though I don't know why. But I can try to see some details .” Her voice lowered unconsciously.

"In one place..." She tilted her head, her eyes on the palms of her hands slightly opened.

"Trees, many, green trees, very tall..."

"A man to whom he leads you..."

The position where the eyes should have been aligned with the palm of his hand, the knuckles protruding, twisted as if trying to grab something.

"Fate, its name is Fate."

In Noyce's hands, the tan gem has ultimate beauty.Like the dark brown pupils, there are voids and roses that do not belong to humans.

Korea.

The author has something to say:

I originally thought that this world would be fast, but now it is estimated that there will be several chapters.