Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Walking in the increasingly sparse forest, the openness of the space makes the sense of security in the subconscious gradually compressed.Although no one said it clearly, it can be seen that many people are beginning to miss the lush forest area that once stumbled their footsteps.

The subordinates walking on the periphery of the team looked around frequently, and cast inexplicable gazes behind the unsupported bony tree trunks, as if something would emerge from the forest light and mist that was not covered by the green curtain.

They had some boring chats and shared all kinds of scandals, but the monotonous life in the castle did not have much land for rumors to grow, and the remaining talk was quickly digested, and they could only start from the same Picking out meaningless crumbs from food and training sustains tasteless communication.

The endless chatter has lost its own meaning, just to maintain the voice in the ear, to ensure that the team will not fall into the empty silence.

The forest hides its other side, waiting for the visitor to discover in silence that there is nothing that can make a sound but itself.The background sound of insects singing at night is completely lost, and it is difficult to hear even a bird song.

It's like drinking in the noisy atmosphere of a banquet, and suddenly find that the clinking of the glass you put down and the table is the last sound in the entire hall, making people instinctively feel that there is something in the empty silence around them, as if everything is stagnant. The factors causing the mutation will be cast for attention.

Every time the march in the dead forest increases, the feeling of being peeped becomes stronger. Some people start to complain that the sparse plants make the team too obvious, and they quickly respond to the unclear tree shadows in the distance. For a fleeting moment they are regarded as some other object.

At the beginning, this impulse could be restrained, it was just a pause of a certain subordinate and the interruption of the words being organized, but after a day, it developed into a low exclamation that sounded from time to time, expressing concern for a certain period of time in the forest. Gaze and shake your head in negation.

It turned out that it was really just a small visual error.A half-decayed tree trunk deformed by its own weight, with wood tumors that look like a skull from a distance; or a clump of relatively slender bushes, the details of which are blurred by diffraction.

People with keen emotional intuition can feel the tense nerves of most people, slowly and continuously increase the weight under the cues constantly sent by the environment, and only get a better rest during deep sleep.

In the dark green, a sharp-eyed subordinate saw a strange object leaning on the root of a thick tree in front of him from a distance.Suspected to be dazzled again, he resisted the urge to speak out directly, and when he got closer, he realized that it was a clump of lush mushrooms.

The back of the knife knocked against the remaining outline, and what formed the frame collapsed into a mixture of broken bones and mushrooms, still rich in vibrant colors rarely seen in this era.

More than ever, they wanted to see animals other than themselves, even if pagans attacked them.

The thought, like a block of ice slipping into his back collar, made him shudder to re-examine the ornate mushroom stand, a horrible conjecture that quickly turned into fact, culminating in the thing being pried from the trunk.

The owner of the voice grabbed his shoulders and tore him away, forcing the eyes glued to the various mushrooms to observe from a few steps away again. The outline of the "flower stand" that was not seen at the first glance became familiar with the change of vision.

Before being completely separated, the brittle structure shattered first, and half of the cage-shaped outline split into several pieces, rolling to the ground together with the mushroom bushes growing on it, exposing the light yellow inner surface, and the nose can be vaguely distinguished. The sinus of the bone is filled with flocculent silk balls.

The team cheered up, and even let out a suppressed cheer, which was immediately restrained not so harshly by Barrow.They no longer care about hiding their whereabouts, they just want to find the heretic lair as soon as possible, and end this charade that has been too long.

He knelt down beside him, wanting to touch this dreamy masterpiece.

"I advise you to stay away from that thing."

"Looks like we're on the right track."

This is the first time I have seen such a thing in the forest. The mushrooms of various colors bloom on a small flower stand-like thing, and some of them are exquisitely shaped, with hanging curtains like ladies' lace skirts.

This wish was fulfilled, or half-fulfilled, on the morning of the third day.

It is very firmly bonded to the tree trunk. Kraft took a little effort to cut off part of the woody connection surface. Using a lever method, he used a thick-backed machete to pry up the part that is probably the head. It feels like tearing off A very sticky tape that pulls out a dense mesh of filaments.

A cold voice came in from behind, blocking the hand that was reaching for the umbrella "flower stand", and the impulse to see Lie Xinxi was extinguished.

The speed of the team is greatly improved by saving the time of distracted searching.Along the trail, they soon encountered the first special thing they found here.

The fairly good view led them to find a path that didn't quite look like a beast trail, and the bare soil stepped on appeared in the forest like inevitable alopecia areata.Judging from Martin's hunting experience, this is closer to the marks formed by human beings often stepped on.

But after more than two days of travel here, even the double increase of fatigue and strong armor can't make people fall asleep quickly.They need constant conversation, comforting the spirit through an intentionally created atmosphere of human activity.

At this time, the brighter the thing, the more creepy it is for those who witness it, as if the corner of the thing peeping at them in the forest is exposed, which makes them unable to find a suitable word to describe the corner.As a result, the conversation in the team was wiped out for a few seconds when they saw this thing, and their thoughts were running with difficulty, and it was difficult to understand and accept the existence of this kind of thing.

"Be careful." Martin took a deep look at the thing, breathing calmly, "Take off the full-body armor on the horse's back, it looks like we're almost there."

Group emotions spread like hyphae under the bark, covered up by things like knight honors, training results, and personal faces. The team still maintained order without being turned over to the bright side.

【Mouth? 】

It is indeed in a "leaning" position, with one half resting on the ground and the other half against the tree trunk, the cage-like top is fused with the bark under the connection of a broad-based stipe, opening a mouth full of hemispherical soft covers .

The subordinates tried their best not to look at it, and part of them helped the knight put on the armor quickly.

If you don't count the fright just now, this process is incredibly smooth.They managed to reach the surrounding areas of the pagan stronghold without being hindered by even the slightest obstacle, not a single outpost, not a single stab in the back.

Not to mention Martin, even Kraft felt that it was not normal.As expected, the situation where they had been passively coping and had no chance to use the full body armor was the most likely, but at this time they were able to march towards their destination in a leisurely manner.

After passing through several mushroom "flower stands" again, at the end of the path, a forest clearing artificially opened up appeared in front of them, centered on a building with a spire visible, surrounded by well-arranged huts. Similar religious villages and towns can be seen anywhere in the Westminster region.

Only it shouldn't be here.