Dark clouds swirled in the dark sky, electric snakes flashed from time to time, and the rain fell into the earth in a trickling stream, starting a new round of reincarnation, and Elam ushered in another rainy season. The Sarts love the weather, because it is the only time of year in Elamite that rains, and anyone who sees it once a year will be happy. Rainstorms lasting up to two months will moisten the thirsty land, and crops will be sown after the rainy season is over.

Perhaps it is because of the love of the rainy season that many gods in Sartic mythology were born during the rainy season, bringing hope and wealth to the Sarts. For example, the electric snake that was spreading in the sky, the Salts believed it was roaring from the mouth of a giant named Naxi. Born in the land of Elam, which had been dry for three years, this giant giant monster Sasura fought for five years against the giant monster that brought it to dry, and finally defeated it, bringing rain and life to Elam. Naxi also became a god from a giant, roaring whenever the rainy season came to prevent Sasura from resurrecting.

Yes, in the entire continent of Ciel, monsters are immortal. A long time ago, the wisdom of the continent knew that monsters could never be completely killed, no matter how clean the monsters in an area were, after a period of time, all kinds of monsters would be like growing out of the soil, and they would re-entrench themselves in their original places.

The monsters located south of Hill are known for their complex surnames, and you can find almost any monster you can imagine in Elam. This also makes Elam the most difficult place for humans to survive on the continent, no one can bear the destruction of the village by monsters again and again, perhaps only the Salt people who have lived here for generations can endure it, the monsters that are almost everywhere.

However, bad things often have their good sides, because of the monsters, almost no creature with normal intelligence will peek into the land here. While the human empire in the Central Plains was holding "slabs and bricks" for land or resources, the Salts sharpened their swords and sang songs, laughing at the stupidity of human beings. Ironically, the cannibalism of humans in the Central Plains often kills far more people than they die at the hands of monsters. And the long-term battle with the monsters also made Salt born strong, and his combat strength was unmatched.

Because of their physical strength and height, the Salts called themselves the Highlanders, a different race from humans. Although the humans of the Central Plains think that these stupid big guys have just been fighting with monsters for too long, and there are some technical failures in the brain, this kind of malfunction is generally called brain damage.

"The rainy season, it's time again. A big stout hand reached out from under the eaves, feeling the cold rain that had fallen at the beginning of the year. The muscular arms belonged to a Saltt warrior, and at a height of 1.9 meters, he could only be considered a medium height among the Salts. The warrior wore a dark brown linen shirt with hooks on which to hang armor, a necklace strung of animal teeth hung from a thick neck, and a scarred face with a strange shaved beard.

"yes. I don't know if there will be more monsters on the mountain this year than in previous years. Also in the room was a young girl who was chatting with the warrior in front of the window while sewing a leather boot with a large bone needle and thread. In order to sow seeds after the rainy season, the Salts will take advantage of the rainy season every year, which is not a busy time, to clear out the monsters to ensure that the seeds will not be disturbed.

"I guess it's more than usual. The warrior judged: "Yesterday a group of goblins rushed to the village, which is not a good sign. ”

"Perhaps, but Ares will be pleased. The girl made a finishing touch, bit off the thread in her hand, handed the boot to the warrior and said, "There will be a good battle this year, right? ”

"Yes. The warrior's eyes were firm and confident, and the Salts were never afraid.

"Strange ceiling. Mo Yan opened his eyes and muttered silently. After a moment of silence, Mo Yan jumped up from where he slept and complained: "Your sister on the ceiling! It's obviously the top of a cave!" Although Mo Yan wanted to call it that, what came to his ears was a strange sound, which was not a human language at all.

"What's the situation?" Mo Yan tried to say two more words, still with a strange cry.

"Head, wake up, wake up?" a group of green-skinned monsters rushed in from outside the cave, chattering around Mo Yan. It was just like what Mo Yan said just now, but the strange thing was that Mo Yan completely understood these screams, and he couldn't feel afraid of these monsters at all, and even had some inexplicable contempt in his heart. Maybe it's because the green-skinned monsters are very short, and they've just reached Mo Yan's waist. These green-skinned monsters have pointed ears, sparse hair, long, pointed noses with sticky snot, and their bodies are also rickety, many of them have no clothes to wear, and the most they wear are only around their lower bodies, and they look a bit like goblins in the game.

Pop! Mo Yan slapped a monster that wanted to touch his dirty hands into the air, and the huge force caused the unlucky ghost to crash into the cave wall and turn into a mass of minced meat. The loud sound of the impact made the green-skinned monster calm down, lying on the ground and waiting for Mo Yan's next move, no monster had any sympathy for the unlucky ghost.

"My ...... It's mine...... Hand?" Although Mo Yan didn't know when he had gained the great power, but now he saw that his arm was really a big problem! Mo Yan's eyes widened as he looked at his arm. Covered with thick short brown hair, the strong, thick arms could never have been their own.

"Where is there a mirror! I want a mirror. Mo Yan shouted in a panic, while hurriedly touching his head and examining his body. Then Mo Yan stopped moving, and he touched a pair of strong horns, which grew on his head. He could feel the horn attached to his skull. He saw a muscular body covered in hair, a corbel with the sole of a human foot growing out of it, and a large discordant hanging from his waist, swaying with his movements.

Now Mo Yan is a minotaur.

"Is this crossing?" Mo Yan, who had a red cloth around his waist, sat on the stone bed of the cave, his eyes blanked: "Wear it, why is it a minotaur? Although some things have become very large, they ...... Why is it a minotaur?" Mo Yan somewhat understood, no wonder he didn't shoot any goblins at all, it turned out that he was also a monster. No wonder the hole was short. Hehe...... It turns out that he has become a minotaur.

"Head?" a goblin closest to Mo Yan asked timidly, "Mirror?what?"

"Aren't there mirrors here?" Mo Yan asked, glancing at the goblin.

"Mirrors, no. The goblin was silent for a long time, and he squeezed his eyebrows as if he had exhausted his wisdom before he said, "Mirror, I don't know." ”

"Yes. Mo Yan waved his hand and said, "Then you don't need to look for it, you put that well...... Clean up the pile of meat. Mo Yan pointed to the unlucky guy who had just been slapped into minced meat by him.

"Okay, head. The only goblin who spoke stood up happily, pointed to a few goblins standing very close to him, ran towards the pile of minced meat, and began to eat heavily.

"You ...... You guys...... Get out and eat!" Mo Yan looked at the goblin with a mouthful of blood that he was eating, and he felt a wave of anger in his heart again, as if he was about to be touched by the goblin's dirty hand just now. But Mo Yan didn't realize that he didn't object to the goblins eating the corpses of his companions, and the body of this monster had already changed Mo Yan a little.

The Minotaur's roar echoed through the cave, and a group of goblins hurriedly grabbed a piece of minced meat and ran out, while the goblin who dared to speak got the largest piece, and no goblins grabbed him on the way out.

"It seems that this body is too prone to anger. Mo Yan shook his head with some annoyance after roaring. It's not his usual style at all, he's not the kind of person who is irritable. After taking a few deep breaths and calming down, Mo Yan began to think.

Then summed up a few conclusions, first of all, the earth here may be very small, and even the earth itself has become a minotaur, and it is estimated that it will be killed if it appears. There's a group of goblins who are his men, and it's not bad. However, he is severely affected by his body, and he often cannot control his temper. "In short, I want to practice the exercises passed down from my ancestors. Mo Yan sighed, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, and began to practice the cultivation techniques handed down from his ancestors......

"I'm an ordinary person, and I have a hairy technique! It's not a second-rate novel!" Mo Yan, who had been silent for a moment, jumped up, grabbed the leather of the pillow on the bed and threw it on the ground, and said angrily.

"Haha......" Mo Yan, who had completed another self-complaint, laughed, and the meditation just now with his eyes closed, although he did not completely untie the knot, but also made Mo Yan understand some things. I am still my original self, although I have become easy to get angry, and my body has become a monster, I am still the Mo Yan who likes to complain and be funny. As for the body or something, it can be completely thrown away like a festival. And it's become a monster, and Halloween doesn't need makeup at all~ If there's Halloween here. ――――――――――――――――――Come on, come and read the book, fresh unknotted minotaur." I write from the bottom of my heart!