Chapter 437: The Crazy Scarecrow (Ⅲ)

This move was somewhat beyond Xiaomiao's expectations, but fortunately, she reacted quickly enough, and stepped out like lightning, breaking the activated scarecrow's left arm, and it fell limply on the ground, unable to move.

As for the other hands and feet of the activated scarecrow, they don't seem to have as strong attack power as the left hand, and they can't pose any threat to her.

To be on the safe side, Xiao Miao trampled off the crazy scarecrow's limbs and joints one by one, and then jumped off the scarecrow's back after confirming that it had completely lost its ability to resist.

Joan quickly walked up to the paralyzed activated scarecrow, turned it over, reached out to caress the scarecrow's chest, and chanted a spell in a low voice.

There was a hazy light on the scarecrow's chest, and a gap automatically opened, exposing the core module installed in the chest cavity - a "window box" forged from brass.

Joan dismantled the barrel, and the scarecrow seemed to have been sucked out of life, lying limply on the ground without power.

Joan opened the development box and glanced at it. As expected, in addition to the preset basic function modules, an additional "subspring" was embedded in the box.

"That's where the problem lies."

Joan pulled out the "secondary spring" and showed it to his companions.

"What is this..." Xiao Miao looked curiously at the palm-sized copper plate in her hand, "It looks like a plate painting carved on a thin metal sheet."

"This is the 'Clockwork' invented by Rawls' mentor, a plug-and-play peripheral device." Joan pointed to the metal plate and explained, "These complex lines and geometric patterns carved on the copper plate are not paintings. , but a planar projection of a 'spell configuration', which is actually a kind of enchanting craft."

"My God! After listening to your explanation, I am even more confused!" The poor Catwoman hugged her head and wailed.

"Sister Meow, you don't need to worry about the professional vocabulary Joan said, as long as you know that there is a spell engraved on this small metal sheet." Rebecca said with a smile.

"It can be understood in this way."

Qiao An sighed helplessly, it seemed that his urgent language skills were hopeless.

"What kind of spell is enchanted on this 'zi clockwork'?" Ah Zhi leaned over and asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be a level 1 'Magic Tooth Spell'. This spell can temporarily transform the subject's limbs such as claws and teeth into magic weapons, making them harder and sharper."

Edward leaned over and lifted the activated scarecrow's left hand, showing it to everyone.

"This hand has been blessed with the 'Magic Tooth Art'. Compared with the normal right hand, it is shrouded in a layer of hazy red light. It is extremely lethal. It can easily pierce the human body and tear flesh like a steel knife. I cut off the sword, and only a shallow scratch was left, if it were the sword in the right hand, at least two fingers would have to be cut off."

"The 'magic tooth technique' can explain why this activated scarecrow is so powerful in combat, but it can't explain why it went crazy and attacked humans for no reason."

Teacher Benny pointed out a new doubt.

"Well..." Edward exchanged glances with Joan and Thomas, and then nodded tacitly.

"Do you still remember the two things that were stolen the night Mentor Rawls was killed?" Thomas continued Edward's words, "One of them is the 'clockwork module' newly invented by the mentor. What is the purpose of the clockwork module, now that the scarecrow is mad, the answer is obvious."

"You mean... the 'secondary spring' in this scarecrow was inserted by the murderer, and the murderer also gave the scarecrow an order to kill innocent people indiscriminately through the 'junction spring'?" Rebecca's eyes widened.

Joan nodded solemnly: "I'm afraid that's the truth."

"But why did the murderer do this? Manipulating the crazy scarecrows to kill people indiscriminately, what good will it do them?" Martin asked in surprise.

"If the murderer is really a primitive believer headed by 'Shepherd' Idar, then the advantage of doing this is obvious, that is, it can make them happy, extremely happy!" Ah Zhi replied with a sneer.

"Huh? How could there be such a pervert in the world? What fun is there in playing such bloody pranks?" Martin still couldn't understand.

"It's normal to not be able to figure it out, Mr. Smith, you are not the kind of crazy cultist, it is difficult to understand the way of thinking of cultists."

Mr. Benny wanted to light his pipe, but he realized that he was surrounded by a cornfield that was prone to fire, so he put the pipe back in his jacket pocket, and then said to Martin:

"The Primitive Order is an extremely conservative druid society. Its teachings hate all industrial civilizations, all magical machines and constructs, and even more hate attempts to use these new technologies to improve agricultural production efficiency."

"According to the teachings of this cult group, the activated scarecrow is certainly hateful, but the people who invented and used this agricultural construct are even more heinous heretics!"

"Primitive religionists regard themselves as defenders of nature, and they do not hesitate to use bloody means to destroy industrial civilization and modern agriculture, maliciously modify and activate scarecrows, and turn these originally safe and harmless agricultural helpers into crazy killers—this is exactly what primitive religionists do best. Typical act of terror!"

"Mr. Benny, after hearing what you said, I kind of understand why those murderers from the primitive religious order wanted to murder Master Rawls."

Martin's face was pale, and his voice could not help trembling slightly.

"Master Rawls is known as the 'Father of the Activated Scarecrow'. His invention has greatly promoted the development of agriculture and animal husbandry in the Alfheim area. He is exactly the kind of person that the primitive church hates the most."

Joan nodded heavily, deeply sympathizing with Martin's analysis.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes came from the ridge, and a well-dressed, chunky gentleman galloped across the farmland on a steed. In a blink of an eye, he came to the side of the road, reined in the reins, jumped off the horse, ran up to Thomas, took off his hat and pressed it to his chest, and bowed deeply to him.

"Master, why didn't you notify the family in advance when you came back? Look at my hurried and embarrassed appearance. I'm really embarrassed to be rude in front of your friends."

"Okay, Mr. Freeman, now is not the time to be polite. How much do you, the farm steward, know about the madness of the activated scarecrow?"

"Uh, I know something about it." Mr. Freeman took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"I ask you, how many scarecrows have gone mad?"

"Around 50 as far as I know."

"50?! In other words, all the scarecrows in this field are going crazy and hurting people!" Thomas couldn't help raising his voice.

"That's true... But, who would have imagined that such a strange thing would happen!"

Mr. Freeman grimaced, shrugged and spread his hands.

"Since the autumn harvest, all adults and children on the farm have been busy. We really don't have enough manpower to harvest corn. We can only equip the activated scarecrows with sickles and send them to harvest corn day and night in the field. This will not only save manpower and Money can also greatly improve harvesting efficiency."

"Everything was fine at first, but I never expected that after just one night, these hard-working scarecrows all went crazy, no longer harvested corn, but used the sickle in their hands as a weapon to attack all humans and animals that came into their sight. It's just... Master Thomas, it's like he's under a spell!"

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