adventurer killer

Deria, an Amazonian girl, and her younger sister, Lutef, are thrashing fruit outside the manor.

They come from a place called Lakgan Swamp, where the mountains and rivers are poor, and it is one of the few places where people can live after the jungle disappears.

But Wanda, the leader of the Amazons, doesn't mind the changes in the living environment, and still insists that the reason why the Amazons can survive is thanks to the gift of Costa, the goddess of war.

Daria thought that people with the appearance of Sir Costa did not exist in the world, but she would never describe the Goddess of War as a monster with six arms in front of anyone.

The statue of the god that followed their army all the way from the Lakgan Swamp was grandly placed in the large courtyard of another ancient civilization, surrounded by rosin wood.

At night, the warriors will put away the javelins thrown during the day from the target, and then light the rosin wood, and Wanda will preside over a nightly sacrificial ceremony and kill two rams.

When there were no captives, they had no choice but to kill the ram this time, and then put the ram's head on the chopping board. The clansmen knelt down and saluted. This kind of boring activity Daria often fled.

"Sister, should we go back?" Her sister was still young and ignorant, she only knew that she was wearing her little linen waistcoat and stood beside her sucking her fingers, looking innocent.

Lutfu is only six years old this year, but she can already draw a three-pound hard bow. Daria looked at the small end of the bow protruding from behind her shoulder, put down her tiptoe, and handed her the wild fruit.

"We won't go back. We only know that worshiping God will make your brain stupid. In fact, our tribe's way of life needs to be changed a long time ago. Don't you feel like a fool?"

"Sister, I don't think I'm a fool. I can shoot arrows better than Oli and the others. If you don't believe me, take a look." The little girl was about to take off the bow on her shoulder, which really gave Daria a headache.

"I mean, don't you think that the mages over there are all knowledgeable people?" Deriya squeezed her forehead, and pointed to an arcane ball glowing with crystal light in the distance.

A large-scale wave of magic surged in an abrupt arc, constantly bouncing magic waves at Daria's fingertips, as if a little dolphin jumped out of the water, and then tried to dive back into the blue water ball.

Lutfu is a new generation of female warriors worthy of training in the Wanda tribe. She is the seed who is expected to inherit the position of war priest. Her status is higher than her sister, but she is a child after all.

She curiously looked in the direction her sister pointed, and murmured childishly, "But they wrapped themselves up. I asked Grandma Wanda, and she said they were all cowards."

"It's called magic. It's the form of knowledge that magicians have learned from ancient cultures. Look at that ball. It has gathered more water than the Lakgan Swamp."

Deriya's brown eyes glowed, and the wild fruit she touched obscured her vision, so she pushed the plant away. "Is that water drinkable?"

"Of course." Deriya drooped her eyelids, meeting the questioning gaze of her sister, who looked like her grandmother, a brawny brain who only knew how to fight.

"Then, if we can do magic, we don't need to drink that kind of sandy water." Lutf said happily, wiggling her braids.

"As far as I know, that's the case. We should really venture around there." Deriya was not very clear about the purpose of their trek to this place, and she wanted to add something to the journey.

Her younger sister has the character of an Amazon female warrior more than her, and the interest she aroused was quickly replaced by reason: "Sister, that's too far away, we won't have time to return."

"You really are a coward." Deriya was upset, and she was very upset, so she wanted to use the word coward to stimulate her competitive little girl.

But Lutfu didn't take the trick very much, she just looked longingly into the distance, but the corner of her mouth gave her sister a sarcastic smile: "I know you want to provoke me."

"I didn't expect you to understand." Deriya will definitely not be swayed by this little girl, she is notoriously rebellious in the whole tribe.

She is not afraid of any criminal laws, not even the tribal leader Wanda's grandmother. She has suffered many strange punishments for violating the tribal criminal laws.

Sometimes mistakes are punished by piercing her ears. There are two rows of holes in her ears, which doesn't scare her at all.

In the words of Wanda's grandmother, this 11-year-old girl is not like an Amazon at all. She even dyes her mohawk hair with some vegetable coloring.

It was also popular among the young girls of the tribe for a while, and it would have developed into a fashion if a certain sister hadn't used an outrageous cream color, which angered the elders in the tribe.

It is a pity that no matter how many times the Amazon tribe migrates, the tradition is deeply rooted, and they still live a very simple life.Deriya is a terrible blemish on the Battle Nation.

Rutf believes that her sister would have been kicked out of the tribe long ago if they hadn't been a direct blood relative of Wanda's grandmother.

She really likes to be careful in probing things that challenge the limits of the patience of the clansmen, no, it should be a bold probing.

Lutfu took out her little bow and arrow, pointed at the back of her sister who took two steps: "Sister, I don't want to scare you, it would be too much for you to go any further."

"You can't pretend you didn't see it." Deriya raised her arm impatiently and waved it back. "I'm just afraid of bringing you out, you little annoying spirit. You always make things difficult for me."

"You know how to point a bow and arrow at sister, why don't you pull the string? I knew you didn't have the guts, you little annoying person." After walking a little further, Daria didn't hear her sister responding.

It stands to reason that her sister can't be so ignorant. According to the usual routine, an arrow should be shot, and it should be firmly nailed five yards in front of her right, full of warning and dissatisfaction.

Then her sister would sit down on a rock with her chin in her hands like a lost chick, and stay where she was until her sister ventured back.

"Are you really mad at her?" Daria said twice today, "little nuisance", which her arrogant sister didn't like, so she turned around to look.

Lutfu was still standing at the original position, aiming high with a small bow and arrow under the fruit tree, while she glanced at her sister with fearful eyes: "Sister..."

"It's the Goddess of War." She said a few words indistinctly, her young body was suddenly entangled by a snow-white spider thread, and Deriya took her war spear and ran wildly without thinking.

"Lutfu! Hold on!" Because of her stubbornness and rebellion, she never wore a bone whistle around her neck for alarm, and now she knew that this was likely to cause a result that she would regret for the rest of her life.

A few spider silks splashed from the gaps in the bushes, and she dodged them nimbly. Relying on the natural warrior factor of Wanda's blood, her steps were as fast as the wind, and her steering was extremely tricky.

She kicked away the basswood branches and dead grass blocking the path, and the war spear in her hand made a large circle full of cold light, trying to cut off the spider thread, but she was still a step too late.

At the same time that the war spear was caught in a few strands of spider silk, her sister was thrown like a snowball into the bushes.

"No! Lutfu!" Deriya was so painful that her facial features were deformed, she yanked the spear, trying to use her arm to reveal the enemy behind the bush.

Unexpectedly, the spider silk was very elastic, and she couldn't break this seemingly slender ghost thing, so she chose the strategy of actively attacking it.

She poured strength into one palm, and slammed the end of the war lance, causing its triangular swordfish head to extend vertically in the opposite direction of the spider web, and the war lance pierced the bush like a sharp arrow.

Under normal circumstances, each Amazon female warrior should carry five spears for their throwing needs, but Deriya, who has always liked to move lightly, has always carried only one.

When the spear, on which she pinned her hope of finding her sister, dragged a black afterimage into the forest, her deep desire to call for the protection of the goddess awakened.

She had never put her hope on the gods like she did now, and she never thought that the multi-handed woman who held high the bow and arrow, the war spear and other eight weapons would immediately help the lost believers.

Not a single scream came from the bushes and nothing frightened came out, and her sister just disappeared, right under her nose.

"Lutov." The younger sister's haughty look, and the appearance that she always likes to follow behind her sister and pretend to watch, but also very much hopes to be a free person like her sister, are hidden into a mystery.

But it didn't take long to solve the mystery about Lutov, as the bushes that had swallowed her body were suddenly crushed by something in front of her distraught sister, and Deria opened her mouth wide.

She finally saw the true face of Costa, the Goddess of War whom the Amazons had believed in for generations. She was so easily exposed in the barren mountains, covered in iron armor.

According to the legend, she killed a world-destroying scorpion god, and then forged its skin into an armor. Unexpectedly, she really had such a color-doped, matte and stern armor.

The human part of the Goddess of War's skin coexists harmoniously with the scorpion god. The ship-shaped belly of a strange spider looks like a battleship of a human navy, with four steel arms on each side.

On such a belly, the half body of a woman is firmly erected, until her navel is full, but it looks like the sculpture that came from afar in the garden.

The female face is invariably indifferent. Apart from the eight most representative arms, she also embodies the unknown characteristics of a goddess of war.

That is, she has two rows of sharp fangs. In her expression of keeping her eyes staring forward, the corners of her long and narrow mouth near her neck are grinning, with a small arm in between.

She recognized her poor sister just by the bronze medal wrapped around her wrist, and for a moment she didn't even know if it was the tribal sacrifices at work, or the Goddess of War getting angry.

Once the tribe's long-standing prisoner sacrifice system is broken, the Goddess of War will be unhappy, and disaster will come.

Lightning flashed in Daria's mind, and it was smoky.

She was stunned by the eight-legged war god who crushed the bushes, and even her sister's tragic death was much weaker than this spectacle.

But after all, she is the most rebellious little naughty in the Amazon tribe, "Even if it is a god, I will pay back my sister's life!" Deriya has never been so high-spirited.

Before she got up to charge, she glanced at the arcane ball that stirred up water waves in the distance, and she learned that the reason why the tribe came to this alien civilization from thousands of miles was to swear an oath of ownership.

When the Horadric Monastery is owned by the Goddess of War, Grandma Wanda will transform it into a new War Temple, then plunder male prisoners of war and have sex in the large-scale monastery.

She'll also get a plaything about the same age as a way to unleash their unrelenting ferocity during the day, but she thinks she'll imitate the vows of love that are talked about in romance novels.

And the little boy who has no emotional foundation to achieve the great achievement of being in love with each other, and then the mother with soul, breeds a fighter who is more talented than her sister.

Deriya withdrew her gaze, and she judged that there were three circular holes in the jawbone on both sides of the female spider monster. Through her keen fighting intuition, she thought that there would be a few lumps of silk thread lingering inside.