On the day of the Strange-Faced Clan's sacrifice, Gordon and the others arrived in the cave of the Strange-Faced Clan early.

The number of the Strange Faces in the cave was more than double that of the last time they came, there were more than fifty of them, and it could be said that the whole clan gathered.

The cavern, which used to be spacious, has become crowded, and these little creatures are always quiet.

Gordon only felt that his ears were full of "quack! "Kababa!" noise.

Just then, a strange man approached them, holding a small wooden bowl in its hand, and was jumping up and shouting something.

"Gaba?" Hayatta asked tentatively.

The Strange-Faced Clan happily responded, "Kababa! ”

"How did you recognize that?" Gordon had a strange look on his face.

Hayatta had previously taught him that he could distinguish individuals by the ornaments on the Strangeface masks.

But the strange face in front of him, no, to be precise, all the strange faces in the cave, the patterns on the mask are almost drawn into a labyrinth, which is far from the simple style of the few brushstrokes before.

Can you recognize this?

"Guess." Hayatta smiled and said, "It's the one who knows us best." ”

"Yes."

Gabba held up the large wooden bowl in front of them, and in the wooden bowl was some gray-white liquid that looked like mud.

"Is it trying to get us to drink this?"

"I don't think so"

While she was struggling, Hertha walked over and was a little surprised to see her look, and Gordon almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

The former's supple over-the-shoulder hair was tied into a messy dreadlock, and it looked a bit like a dragonman hunter.

The face is painted with red and white dyes, and if it weren't for the fact that the clothes haven't changed, they would be unrecognizable.

Hayata's gaze glanced at the wooden bowl in Gaba's hand, she knew what it was.

"Do we have to be like this?" Gordon smiled dryly and asked, "And this hairstyle?" ”

"Well, it's better to paint the face." Hertha smiled: "I don't have to have hair, I just do it to make it easier to blend in with them." ”

"The Odd-Faced Clan likes to wear dreadlocks?"

"Not really, a few little odd noodle clans are greedy for fun, and they will be like this when they wake up." Hertha spoke as if complaining, but there was no displeasure in his tone.

It seems that she gets along fairly well with this group of strange faces.

Hayatta dipped her finger in a little dye, twisted it, sniffed it again, and asked curiously, "What is this dye made of?" ”

"The mud ichthyosaurus is mixed with the mud that has been shaken off the sand dragon's body, and then some ground plant dye is added, and the odd-faced people believe that this will give them power." Hertha explained simply.

"Sounds okay, at least it's not insect guts, monster excrement or anything like that."

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief and raised some interest, "Is there any attention to how to draw?" Or do you just come and come? ”

"Let Gaba paint it for you." Hertha said with a smile.

"Okay."

Gordon Hayatta sat down cross-legged and let Gaba paint on their faces.

After the painting, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

The pork chop was also painted, and the cat's face was painted with a skeleton-like pattern, and Xianglan was very reluctant, and finally was pressed by the pork chop and was also painted in a bunch.

Seeing that they had painted blessed faces, the strange faces around them cheered, shook their heads and danced.

Gordon and the others were also infected by this emotion, and inexplicably had a feeling of "we are also strange-faced people tonight".

By this time, the sun had set below the horizon and it was getting dark.

As if they had received some kind of signal, the Odd-Faced people lit small torches and left the cave in droves.

Gordon and the others were right behind the Oddfaces, and there was a feeling of participating in a carnival parade.

"What about Mr. Monroe? And why hasn't the golden-masked Strangeface been missing? Having never seen these two key figures, Gordon was inevitably a little confused.

Hertha explained: "They have been setting up the altar for the past two days, and the ore for the sacrifice has been transported in batches. ”

"There's really an altar, where is it?"

"It's a bit far from here, in the depths of an underground cavern, and if we walked like this, we would probably have to walk for two or three hours." Hertha replied.

"But will the earth gods they speak of really appear?" Hayatta did not show much optimism.

"Is it possible to use ore as a lure sacrifice to attract the Hammer Dragon, is it really possible to attract ancient dragon-level creatures?"

Hertha shook her head, saying that she didn't know, "It's hard to say, I knocked on the side with Mr. Monroe, and the golden odd-faced man said, 'It can feel it'."

The orc senses are wonderful, and we can't say for sure if they really feel something, or if it's just a one-sided fantasy of extreme desire. ”

"It's a strange feeling." Xianglan said suddenly. "I think something will appear in meow."

The three looked at it in amazement.

Unexpectedly, the pork chop also answered, "I also felt something wrong with the meow, just after the sun set, and suddenly there was a feeling that was not very good to describe the meow."

Should I say like a spring meow? It was as if there was a spring of water gushing up from the ground. ”

The three of them looked at each other, Ailu's senses were much sharper than those of humans, and since Pork Chop and Pandan had said so, there might really be something going on underground.

"The so-called leyline energy." Hertha muttered to herself.

"Leyline energy?"

"Ah, it's a concept that the director occasionally mentions, and I don't know much about the specifics."

Gordon slowed down a bit, he stared at a large anthill in the distance for a few seconds, "There is indeed a problem, let's stay vigilant."

The worms on the anthill had only lit up late at night, but now that the sun had just set, they were already glowing, and they were even brighter.

They must have been stimulated in some way. ”

"Worms on the anthill?" Hertha followed Gordon's line of sight and glanced at the anthill, "You mean the larvae of the glittering wingworm?" ”

"Are those the larvae of the glittering wingworm?"

"Well, the Great Ant Mound Wasteland is the only hatching place for the Flashing Wing Worms, and it can be said that the Flash Wing Insects of the entire New World Road are hatched, grown, and feathered here before flying to all parts of the continent.

I haven't been paying attention to them for the past two days, has the brightness of the glow increased? This change has to be recorded," Hertha said, taking out her notebook and writing and drawing.

The Hunter and Eru quickly began to check the armor, weapons, and belongings.

The way they think about things is on the other side of the line – encountering powerful creatures doesn't necessarily mean conflict will break out, but as hunters, they must be prepared for the worst.

"Hertha, if a powerful monster really appears and a battle breaks out later, you don't care about anything, summon the pterodactyl to leave immediately, and you must bring the news back to the stars."

Hertha was about to say something more, but Gordon and the others had quickened their pace to catch up with the Strange-Faced Clan, who were singing and dancing and gradually moving away.

The hunters' mentality has changed at this time.

"Could it be that they really have the ability to 'summon', and even guide the actions of the ancient dragon species to a certain extent?" Hayatta is incredibly authentic.

If that's the case, this group of odd-faced people is too much

"It's also possible that the causal conditions are reversed." Gordon glanced at the Strange-Faced Clan celebrating the festival in front of him.

"What the Golden Strange Face Clan sensed in advance was probably not the mysterious ancient dragon itself, but the energy that the pork chops mentioned in advance.

If this is the case, it may not be the 'Golden Mother Mother Goddess' who brought that energy, it is just chasing that energy. ”

Ps.

Regarding the leyline energy, the investigation team has a certain understanding.

After all, many creatures have been affected, and the investigation team can't investigate the loneliness for forty years, probably as some kind of natural phenomenon.

The words leylines also appear in the game's plot, and the Dragonman Hunter also mentioned, "Over the past few years, I can feel the flow of energy getting stronger and stronger. ”

However, the origin of the leyline energy should not be discovered at this point in time

(End of chapter)