Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it has come to the end of autumn.

The weather was already slightly cold, and a massive autumn rain suddenly hit Tomstown, the first colony established by the Kingdom of Pharytis in the northern part of the New World.

Fortunately.

In order to cope with the strange weather of extreme wind and rain on the mainland, this newly built colonial city far from home has been well built with good municipal construction and well-functioning drainage facilities so that residents do not have to travel by water.

Heavy rain shrouded it.

Rustle rustle ....

Sugar maple trees with red leaves rustle and shade the rows of Faletis-style buildings along the roadside.

However, unlike Phaletis, which uses more stone buildings, most of the houses are made of wood made of local materials.

The forests of the New World are extremely abundant, and the indigenous people's ability to transform nature is very limited, and they believe in animism, believing that there is a river, a mountain, a tree, a stone on this land... There are spirits and natural spirits who live in it.

So most of the places are in their most pristine nature, and the thick trees that can be used to build houses are almost everywhere.

They are mostly made of spruce, fir and pine, and are lighter and suitable for pioneers who have no surplus of manpower and craftsmen, and are comfortable in warm winters and cool in summer.

Obviously, after nearly a hundred years of development, the colonists of this land have learned how to adapt to the living environment here, and it seems that they are living well!

In the dock area of this colonial city.

The only tavern, the Fox, Badger and Mead, was already packed.

The sudden heavy rain left the dock workers, sailors, and plantation managers all idle and gathered here.

The "Fox, Badger and Mead Pavilion" is of course a popular place to be, with its rum, sweet beer, the freshest fruits and beef, and... Beautiful sexy girl.

Knock knock... Boom... Knock knock...

On the stage in the middle of the tavern.

A beautiful girl with a darker complexion than the orthodox white-skinned Nimansters of a civilized country, but lighter than the native, brown-skinned natives, was dancing an exotic dance to the beat of a native musician.

She has red parrot feathers on her head, colorful fabrics around her waist, and ornaments made of animal teeth on her wrists and ankles.

The whole body is full of exotic customs and wild beauty, and with the wheat-colored skin that is very in line with the aesthetics of the men here, it is like a hunting goddess who came out of the forest!

Smack...

The girl turned around and clapped her hands gently, there was not much cloth on her body, and in the dance with great movements, her slender waist and slender thighs were constantly challenging the fragile nerves of the men in the tavern.

Tick... Tick...

As beads of sweat rolled down the girl's body.

The drinkers present couldn't help but get hot, took a big sip of the wine glass in front of them, and then beckoned the waiter to re-serve the wine.

Obviously, there is no need for anything else, and the extra money for selling wine today alone is already a lot of income.

But even the most beautiful things have an end, and the drumbeat rushes and comes to an abrupt end at the highest peak.

In the eyes of the audience.

The beautiful girl gave a few flying kisses to these "financial resources", twisted her slender and soft waist and stepped back from the stage lightly.

"How's it going?

"Beautiful!"

"It's a pity that you can't see and touch it. If you dare to bring back a Mastizo girl, your father will beat you to death. ”

"Huh——! do you have to take it back?"

In the corner of the tavern, Evan and Milan, dressed in casual clothes, tasted the maple beer, a specialty of the place, and enjoyed the exotic seductive dance of the beautiful girl.

The fatigue of the long voyage at sea seems to have been swept away, and Milan also expressed deep contempt for Aven's extremely conservative "view of love"!

"If you don't want to get married, can't you have a romantic relationship?

pedantic..."

However, Milan is only a hero in words, and has not thought of putting it into action.

The word Mastizo, originally derived from the Cyrius language, refers to the mixed descendants of the white-skinned Nemansters of the Old World and the brown-skinned Atrians of the New World or the black-skinned Anuma people.

This kind of Mastizo is very rare in the Old World, but in the New World, which has been colonized for a hundred years, and the Southern World, which has been colonized for two hundred years, it is everywhere.

At present, if a child is born into an aristocratic family in the Old World, it is almost impossible for such a child to have the right to inherit, let alone be recognized by the upper class.

Because of the special living environment, they living in the New World have slowly become an important part of the backbone of the colonial ruling order, and even some lucky ones have become a member of the colonial administrators.

Of course, it must be noted that most of these mestizos are the offspring of male Niemenders and female Aborigines.

In the colony of Pharytis.

The Nemansters from the Old World, Creoles born in the New World to white-skinned parents, the mixed-race Mastizos, and the purely brown-skinned native Atlions all contribute to the social hierarchy here, just like the caste system of Aven's previous life.

However, the colony of Pharytis and Tulip is a little better.

If you look at the kingdom of Cyrius, the vast territories that occupy the central and southern parts of the New World, you will find that there are very few Atrians left as purely indigenous.

Because they are carrying out a policy of genocide with extreme cruelty!

A large number of aborigines of men were driven into plantations and mines, where they were subjected to all kinds of heavy manual labor, and became expendables, and within a few years they would die of exhaustion.

In the land where they lived, a large number of resilient Anuma people were constantly populated through triangular trade, and gradually took the place of the indigenous Atrians.

Of course, this difference does not mean that the colonists of Tulip were kinder than Syrius.

From Aven's point of view, this is just a compromise on the part of the catfish, and there is no essential difference between the two!

"You said there would be an unexpected surprise in this tavern, but you didn't mean that, did you? It's good, but it's not a surprise, is it?"

"Rest assured, I still have faith in this simple prophecy. ”

Pouring himself another refreshing beer, Milan patted his chest and reassured.

As soon as the words fell, I heard the conversation of a group of lumberjacks next to me, and after drinking a little wine, the group of people seemed to be particularly talkative:

"Hey, it was a little hot just now.

Why don't we take turns telling the horror stories that happened around us? ”

"Okay! I'll come first, I'll come first!

I'm going to tell you a terrible legend I heard from my grandfather, and it's a story about the 'deer bone god' and the 'vengeful evil spirit'!"

As soon as another lumberjack in overalls finished speaking, Evan seemed to feel a cold wind suddenly blowing around him.

"Hey——, the animistic continent seems to be a bit evil!"

The two looked at each other.

From the mouth of the lumberjack heard the first horror of the new world!

Combined with their own extraordinary knowledge, they also restore a relatively real "weird" image.

The origin is related to the colonists.

Nearly a hundred years ago, an indigenous tribe worshipping the original god of death in the New World, Uhao, sacrificed their entire soul to the god of death before being defeated by "civilized people" from afar.

And then.

A fierce resentment has spawned a terrifying avenger from the bones of thousands of people throughout the tribe!

Dressed in a dirty deerskin robe, it carried the skull of a bighorn elk on its head, and was armed with an obsidian saw sword and an obsidian spear.

Under the crotch rides a bone-dried warhorse wrapped in worn rope and thistle, and a mouth and nose that can spew sparks. Wander the vast wilderness of the continent all day long, killing all the "civilized people" who come before it.

Not afraid of swords, guns, swords, halberds, or muskets, it is a real evil spirit, which cannot be resisted and immortalized!

Even if they are killed by a high-ranking priest with infinite divine power, they will return a few years or more years later, and bloodied the enclaves of any "civilized people" they see.

In addition to this, another worker told a "story" that caught their attention.

Haunted Church of the Wraith.

The location is just a few dozen kilometers north of Toms Town.

It is important to know that Tomstown, although the first settlement that Phaletis was able to establish, had failed more than a dozen times before.

or because of lack of supplies, or because of disease, or because of indigenous attacks, or because of... The newly established settlements were soon scattered.

Originally, it was the first colonizer to build a church of goddesses, but when the colony was destroyed by the indigenous counter-attack, the church was abandoned.

However, it is said that the original priest founded the church to seal a terrible ghost, but as the church was abandoned, the seal has become invalid, and it is now a ghost nun church.

No living person can get out alive after entering there...

Probably intrigued by their topic, the middle-aged man who looked like a tobacco plantation steward at the wine table next to him leaned over with great interest and asked, "Haven't you heard of the legend of Roenoch Island?"

"Rohenok Island?"

Evan and Milan stretched out their ears at the same time.

That was also the story that preceded the successful establishment of Tomstown, and belonged to another failed attempt by Phaletis.

The first colonists who landed on Roenok Island were ill-prepared and lacked the ability to survive on their own, not even the skills to plant.

In desperation, the head of the immigrants was sent back to China for help.

But just half a year later.

In the evening of the day he returned with reinforcements, he had approached his village as soon as he had.

The wolf smoke in the village calling for help suddenly ignited!

But when they entered the village without stopping.

The plantation steward, with green eyes, glanced at the faces of all the people who listened attentively, and continued in a low voice:

"There are oil lamps on the table, and the food on the stove is still hot, but there are 116 people in the village, 11 children, 88 men, 17 women, and all the livestock and poultry raised have disappeared!

They were only on a tree outside the village and saw a word with an unnamed meaning engraved there.... Croatoan！”

When he spat out the last word, for some reason, everyone in the room felt a cold wind blowing behind their necks at the same time.

Woo –