Chapter 291 Weird Aboriginals

"The reason why I didn't tell you before was because I thought this statement was too ridiculous, but now there are too many examples."

The priest looked at the living sacrifices who seemed to be trapped in an eternal nightmare with very complicated eyes.

Regarding Fairyland, contemporary mystical scholars have different opinions, and most people believe that Fairyland is just an extraterrestrial world that can be observed through magic but cannot be reached directly. All those who claim to have entered Fairyland have only arrived here in dreams.

Because he had experienced mysterious prophecies from the elders of the Lacks family when he was young, Louis had a curiosity about those gods and monsters that far exceeded those of his church members. He had read many of the church's texts on supernatural powers and knew that this was not the case.

Darkspawn have personally entered fairyland, and so have humans.

The church once believed that fairyland and the heaven in the holy scriptures were the same world, but soon rejected this statement. It seems that some special experiences caused the throne to overturn the previous argument, and also covered up and destroyed the reasons. Face things you previously considered sacred with completely opposite attitudes.

And if there is no other possibility, it can only be that the church sent people into the fairyland and saw some things that can never appear in the kingdom of heaven.

Lewis still didn't know what horrors those ancient ancestors saw, but he thought he might have understood the reason why they believed that fairyland was the kingdom of heaven in the first place.

"Can you lend me your axe?"

He politely asked Clayton for the only weapon, weighed it in his hands, and then hit his neck hard.

The force was applied in the wrong way and the strength was insufficient, but it still cut into the priest's neck nearly two inches thick, enough to cut off his carotid artery. Moreover, due to the special power of the Mosquito Slayer, the man's face immediately became withered.

But Louis was still not dead, just like the sacrifices on the stakes and Kuok.

"It's exactly what I thought."

He returned the ax that he could barely hold to the surprised Clayton, then straightened his head, and his suspicion was completely verified.

Immortality is certainly a miracle, and it is the highest level of miracle.

Death does not exist in heaven, nor in fairyland.

No wonder the church wanted to unearth this ancient magic circle and build the church on top of it, even against the last wish of Saint Mored.

Even if this power has been denounced as heresy, its value is still immeasurable.

Snapped!

A blow to his chest interrupted his thoughtful thoughts, and the girl glared at him from the world outside his thoughts.

"Don't cut yourself! I finally rescued you from prison!"

"I'm just testing a conjecture."

"What if you guessed wrong?"

The priesthood did not answer the question, but seemed to be in an inexplicable mood.

But it was really a big problem that they were in Wonderland now. They were silent for a while before reluctantly accepting this fact.

This is much further than foreign countries, and there is no way that astrological knowledge can help them go back.

"So what do you know about Wonderland?" Clayton asked.

Both the priesthood and the witch shook their heads.

"But Principal Fateya has been here before. She thinks this is not a good place. Staying here for a long time will make people bad."

Donna also felt a little confused when she mentioned this matter. Using the word "broken" to describe a handicraft was appropriate, but it was a bit strange to describe a person.

"Then does she know how to return to the real world?"

"She knows everything, but I can't ask her now," said Donna pitifully.

Clayton sighed heavily, it seemed that things had to depend on him again:

"Anyway, since someone is holding a sacrificial ceremony here, there must be a human settlement nearby. We should go there first."

"How are we going to find them?" Donna asked.

Clayton put down the ax and took it from Clara: "Clara, can you help us see where the house is? It might hurt a little."

Clara answered unequivocally.

"Clara is not afraid of pain!"

Clayton took a deep breath, squatted down slightly with his legs, and swung the hand holding Clara like a rebounding bowstring. Clara's head flew straight into the sky, and there was only one left in their eyes. black spots.

After more than ten seconds, Clara fell down and was caught firmly by his hand without being injured.

"Go left," she said dazedly.

The four people followed her instructions and walked through the forest. An hour later, they discovered a stone castle on a low hill!

This is a small castle, no larger than the general security office of St. Mellon Parish in Sasha City, but Clayton is still very happy.

"Building a castle requires a lot of materials, and a large number of workers and transport teams are needed to process the stones. If there was a castle here, then there must have been an organized army stationed nearby in the past."

Where there is an army, there is a kingdom. There must be people in the kingdom who can communicate. When I think of this, Wonderland does not seem so scary anymore.

Donna noticed that there was no one on the outpost outside the castle, and she was a little worried: "But no one seems to be guarding here. Could they have left?"

"Even so, maybe there are clues to the human settlement in Wonderland that can be found in the castle."

They passed through the cracks in the broken wall and saw an abandoned schoolyard and an archery target made of straw. The stables on the side of the castle were also empty, and the drinking trough was full of fallen leaves. It seemed like it had not been maintained since the last time. It's been a long time.

But Clayton could vaguely hear human voices, as if many people were communicating.

The voices were so vague that they seemed to be far away, and the content could not be heard clearly, but the voices were undoubtedly coming from the castle.

He stopped and gestured for others to stop.

"You wait outside, let's go in and take a look first."

Clayton pushed open the almost rotten door leaf with an axe and entered the dim room.

There were iron rings on the wall for torches and oil lamps, but now they were empty. The werewolf's night vision ability could overcome this. He noticed that there were indeed other footprints on the dusty ground, and he couldn't help feeling a little strange.

If the facilities in the castle were built for people without night vision, why are there a group of people with night vision stationed here?

Or are their eyes damaged, so there is no need for lighting?

This speculation would definitely not appear in the real world, but considering that this is a fairyland, everyone has immortality, and using this speculation to explain why the castle seems to be abandoned, because a group of blind people certainly can't maintain the castle, they can't do anything.

He walked quietly to the middle of the corridor. The voices at the front of the corridor became more obvious, but Clayton still couldn't understand what they were saying, but their smell became more and more distinct.

There were eleven people in the castle, all gathered together.

The only place on the first floor that could accommodate so many people was probably the restaurant.

Clayton walked to the door where the smell came from. The door was not locked, and it was waiting there half-closed, as if it had known he was coming.

Clayton hesitantly pushed the door open and saw eleven figures sitting on both sides of the long table in the restaurant.

There were all kinds of tableware on the table, but many of the dishes were broken, and there was no trace of food in them.

The owners of the castle were unaware of this. They leaned their upper bodies and chattered in a language that Clayton couldn't understand.

The restaurant also had windows, but they were nailed shut with wooden boards from the inside, and only a little light shone in. The faces of the owners of the castle were blurred, and Clayton could only see that they were all tall and sturdy. But they were either bald or their hair was extremely dirty, with dirt clumping into a ball. The original color of their clothes could not be seen. They were all painted black by filth and torn into many strips of cloth, which they wore as if nothing had happened.

Even if such people were not crazy, Clayton felt that they could not provide him with help.

The abnormal behavior and the language he could not understand from beginning to end made him want to retreat.

He took a step back gently, intending to leave before they found him, and then find a chance to wait for them to be alone and solve the communication problem alone.

But one of them found him.

The man screamed, and everyone looked towards the side entrance of the restaurant.

At the same time, Clayton also saw their distorted faces, and extreme fear gripped his heart.

Evil creatures! They are all evil creatures!

Not only the leatherworkers he was familiar with, but also the butchers and chefs he had only heard of, and a kind of evil creature he did not recognize.

The deformed bodies of these monsters transformed from humans were hidden under tattered clothes, covered by darkness and dirt. They were not leaning forward to communicate, but because the chairs were too small, their bodies looked too long!

"Run!!!"

The werewolf roared to remind his companions outside the castle, then jumped out of the clothes, picked up the axe and ran back on all fours.

Those terrifying monsters all overturned the tables and chairs and chased after him, almost making his hair stand on end.

Fighting against one monster, he believed that he could definitely win. Fighting against two monsters, he might suffer some minor injuries with the help of the mosquito slayer. Fighting against three monsters at the same time would be a desperate battle, and fighting against four monsters at the same time would require real luck.

And there are eleven monsters here!

Clayton could not possibly fight against this group of "natives" who had lived in the room for who knows how long, and he did not even have the idea of ​​fighting for a second.

He struggled to get out of the small door leading to the training ground, and the evil creatures behind him arrived almost immediately. They drooled and crowded together, stretching their claws out of the door. Clayton roared wildly, turned around and swung the giant axe, and the mosquito swarm slayer easily chopped off the arms one by one.

This door can only allow one evil creature to pass through at a time, which is what Clayton needs.

When the companions in front were severely injured, the evil creatures behind finally realized that this was not their home ground, and they dragged their injured companions back into the darkness.

Seeing them retreat, Clayton finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and saw Donna next to Louis, staring at him intently.