The pregnancy period of Hemer women is between 16 months and 32 months. They will choose the right time and a safe environment to prepare for childbirth. The fetus matures rapidly in just one month and is born. Before that, the fetus in the belly of a Hemer woman was actually a seed of life.
The Hemo people believe that giving birth to strong and intelligent offspring is a sacred mission given to them by the mother goddess. Part of the life essence that the female warriors of Hemo absorb, as well as their own will and fighting skills, are used to cultivate life seeds. When the Hemer female warrior encounters a survival crisis, the life seeds in her body will feed back to the mother's body, allowing the injury to heal quickly, restore physical fitness quickly, temporarily enhance mental attributes, enhance strength, agility and perception, until the mother body can get rid of the survival crisis.
If the refeeding process cannot be terminated, it means that the Hemer female warrior encounters an irresistible danger, the life seeds will be completely absorbed by the mother's body, and the Hemer female warrior will die.
After the mother died, the life seeds could not live alone; the life seeds were absorbed by the mother's body, and the Hemo people violated their sacred mission and had no will to continue living.
How could the daughter of the Mother Goddess of the Earth "eat" her own children at will? If the mother body did this, wouldn't the whole world be in chaos?
Sarah is a rare exception.
She absorbed the life seeds she had conceived during the battle with the barbarian marauders. After killing all the powerful enemies, she had exhausted her life potential and would have died. But Dr. Cole used precious secret medicine to force her back from the brink of death.
However, Sarah has lost her will to live and is like a vegetative state, unconscious, not eating or drinking, and gradually withering away. So, Bottom begged for help from the Taku tribe in Braang Town. Shougangyan of the Taku tribe may be grateful to Sarah for destroying the powerful enemies in Braun Town, so he held a symbolic funeral ceremony for her to show her acceptance by the Earth Mother Temple and placed a newborn baby next to Sarah.
No one expected that Sarah would wake up. The leader of the Steel Rock tribe believed that Sarah's resuscitation was entirely due to Mother Earth's will. He allowed Sarah to continue to stay in Braun Town, but he could not give her the newborn.
Bottom and others had to lie to Sarah, saying that she was a half-elf adventurer, her husband was dead, and she was seriously injured and was unconscious for a long time. Her son could only be raised by others. Fortunately, Sarah's mind was not very clear and she suffered from intermittent amnesia. She believed a lie full of loopholes for nearly 20 years.
"Gradually, we found that Sister Sarah was getting fatter and fatter, and she was getting stronger and stronger. She especially liked to spank people, and she never left the Adventurer's House Hotel. Cole said that she was suffering from an incurable madness. But we found out from the leader of the Taku clan that Sister Sarah has half of the characteristics of the Taku clan, and the Adventurer’s House Hotel is her signature place. In order to stabilize the eldest sister’s mood and prevent her from going completely crazy, Bottom went to several A little guy pretending to be her son. But Sister Sarah said that those children were not smart, strong, and beautiful, and they were definitely not her sons... Wiltok, you are quite in line with Sister Sarah's imagination of sons. So, Sarah Sister La has always treated you as her own child."
Max, the dark hunter, had dull eyes, kneeling on the snow next to Sarah, and said weakly.
Wiltok held Sarah's head, looked at her peaceful face, and said solemnly: "I hurt Sarah."
"...Don't say that. Sarah will die if she stays away from the marked place. We all know it, and she knows it too."
Max shook his head and showed a smile that was uglier than crying. "There are too many invaders, and we can't defend Braun Town at all. Steel Rock will not let the Hemer tribe suffer heavy casualties, and Sister Sarah can't stay in the hotel." There is no way to escape death. Bottom meant to ask Sister Sarah to cover the escape of others. He did not say it explicitly, but Sister Sarah must have acquiesced. This is probably one of the reasons why Bottom decided to end the war alone... This damn war , How can anyone be immortal? We have tried our best..."
"Wil, I should thank you... What happened can't be repeated, but you at least made up for Sister Sarah's regrets, comforted her soul, and allowed her to experience the joy of being a mother. This is very important to her, very important. Important." Max said sincerely.
Wiltok felt some liquid sliding across his cheek, and raised his hand to wipe it. A teardrop condensed on his fingertips. He couldn't help but look at his fingers in confusion.
Am I crying?
Why am I crying? I am obviously not sad.
...There is only anger in my heart!
"Max, how are you?" Wiltok shook off the tears on his fingers, his tone unusually calm.
The dark hunter pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled proudly, "The battle shaman stabbed them in the back shoulder. But I didn't make them feel better. I killed one and stabbed the other... There was poison on my short knife."
Wiltok put Sarah down gently and went to check Max's shoulder. He found that the wound on his back shoulder was completely black. He shook his head and said, "Your condition is not good."
Max chuckled and said, "It's okay. I'm a level four secret hunter. I can handle it... Please help me find the living secret medicine in my bag."
Wiltok opened Max's cross-body bag, turned to a small box, took out a round-bellied sharp-mouthed insect from it, and pressed it against Max's carotid artery.
The sharp-beaked insect bred by the pharmacist instinctively injected the secret medicine in its belly into Max's arteries. He suddenly let out a long breath.
Vertok asked as he ripped the worm from Max's neck. "Is the Bald-Eared Butcher injured?"
"Well, it seems to be seriously injured. The shaman didn't bother with me and ran to save it... It's so sleepy, let me sleep for a while." The secret medicine of living body began to take effect, and Max's mind became dizzy and his eyelids Unable to lift it up, he lowered his head and murmured. He didn't realize that Wiltok's amber eyes were full of tiny cracks, with dark golden light flowing inside.
"Go to sleep. When I come back, I will take you away."
Wiltok dug a hole in the thick snow and hid the short dark hunter in it. He grabbed the long sword in one hand and dragged Sarah's rolling pin with the other, and walked resolutely into the shadow forest. His chest was filled with rage and he could no longer think about anything else. Only by killing all enemies could he gain peace of mind.
In a corner of the pine forest, the snow was in a mess, with dozens of shadow beasts lying dead on the ground. Four orc butchers and six shamans used sharp stone knives to cut off the shadow beast's flesh, put it directly into their mouths and chewed it.
They had just experienced a fierce battle, and everyone was injured and in urgent need of replenishing their physical strength. Even though the shadow beast's meat has the stench of scavengers, they feel particularly satisfied eating it.
The shadow beast has flexible movements and sharp claws, but its body is fragile. It can kill one with just one axe. The rough-skinned orc butchers like this kind of opponent. Every time they kill a shadow beast, their blood and rage points will be replenished. The shadow beast's sharp claws scratched their skin, which was just a superficial wound, like being scratched on the face by an angry female shaman. It was not worth mentioning at all.
Half of the more than sixty shadow beasts were dead and finally chose to retreat. On the Orc side, only one shaman died.
If Bald Er and the two strongest shamans hadn't left the team, they would certainly not have suffered any casualties.
The Orc Butcher and Shaman were eating while waiting for Bald Ear to return. They have just climbed the intellectual ladder of advanced half-orcs, are in the most vigorous period of development, and do not like to use their brains. They still haven't figured out what Bald Er and Elaine were running out for.
The sound of "click" and "click" footsteps was heard in the snow forest. The butcher and shaman immediately raised their heads alertly. Their keen beast-like intuition made them feel hostility and danger, so they picked up the heavy ax with a curse attached. ’s bone blade, staring fiercely at the direction of the source of the footsteps.
The melancholy wind and snow outlined a slender figure. He held a sword in his left hand and dragged a thick stone stick with his right hand, drawing a deep ravine in the snow. The orcs only paid attention to his eyes, which were a pair of eyes as red as fire, with broken amber pupils inside, and dark golden light shining in the cracks of the pupils. The rage and cold will shock the souls of the orcs. Even if the enemy in front of them looks slender and thin, they still have the urge to turn around and run away.
The mind is the most elusive thing, because minds are interconnected and can influence each other, especially when there are trustworthy comrades around, the power of the mind will often condense into a relatively stable whole, temporarily suppressing individual consciousness, and defeating selfishness with unity; Cover up cowardice with bravery. This may work wonders, or it may lead to terrible miscalculations.
In short, neither the butcher nor the shaman wanted to show their intention to escape in front of their companions. It would be embarrassing for the orcs. Besides, there is only one enemy, who does not look fat, but there are ten of them, each of them is very powerful. The shadow beast corpse is proof!
How could Vertok care about the thoughts of these orcs? He didn't find the Tu'er he wanted to kill the most, so he shouted at the butcher and shaman who were in fighting postures: "Where is the Tu'er butcher?!"
The orcs of the Split Rock Tribe couldn't understand what Wiltok was yelling. They only saw the skinny enemy dragging the exaggerated stone stick faster and faster, and finally stepped into their cordon.
The four butchers roared horribly, raised their stone axes, and charged towards Wiltok. They were tall and fat. They charged together and rolled up the snow waves, instantly occupying Vertok's field of vision. Six petite and agile battle shamans took the opportunity to hide themselves and quickly and silently approached Vertok.
Battle Shamans do not have strong bodies, but their superb combat intuition and cursed bone blades frighten their enemies. Anyone facing the Butcher's powerful chops should beware of sneak attacks from the Shaman. If you are besieged by four butchers and six shamans at the same time, distancing yourself first is the only way to deal with them.
Fury burned Vertok's mind, and he raised a stone staff weighing hundreds of pounds to resist the four axes that fell head-on. The Butcher burst out with brute force and nailed half of his body into the ground. The Battle Shaman slid out from behind the Butcher, and stabbed his vitals viciously with the pale bone blade.
However, Vertok raised his head and roared, like a war horn that resounded through the sky. The powerful sound waves were wrapped in snowflakes and shot out in all directions, penetrating through the cold forest. Countless birds flew into the sky with a bang, circling and screaming under the dark clouds.
The butchers and shamans of the Split Rock Tribe felt their heads were buzzing and they couldn't hear any sound in their ears, so they instinctively backed away. But they were surprised to find that the bellicose blood in their bodies was ignited by the enemy's roar. The power of blood rage was instantly filled up, breaking through the previous limits, and their spirit and will jumped to a higher level.
The butchers let out murderous roars, and together with the shaman with scarlet eyes, they desperately rushed towards Vertok who was rising out of the ground again.
Vertok's roar completely stimulated the half-orc's potential. This was not his intention, but it followed his will.
How can a weak enemy satisfy his thirst for battle?
He needs a hearty killing, so the enemies in the forest cannot defy the will of a demigod!
The rolling pin that Vertok held in Sarah's arms collided violently with the butcher's skin, which was bloody. The Butcher's blood-rage defense was useless, and his fat body exploded instantly, turning into a blood mist that filled the sky.
——Ultimate rage!
Wiltok passed through the blood mist, like a tangible and incorporeal ghost, passing between the two battle shamans, and the long sword in his left hand swung out two twisted sword lights. Relying on his excellent combat intuition, the half-orc shaman used his bone blade to block the erratic sword light in time. He was about to use the force to fly back, but a sharp force penetrated his body. They felt an unbearable pain and couldn't hold the cursed bone blade in their hands. The sword light broke free and cut them into two pieces in the air.
——Lifting Qi and slashing, penetrating strike!
Vertok has long resonated with the "Knowledge Puzzle". His consciousness is freed from the shackles of the body, and he examines everything around him from a comprehensive perspective, missing nothing. With rational observation on one side and violent attacks on the other, all the orc butchers and shaman present were killed in an instant.
Bald Ear doesn’t know where he is hiding to heal, but the shadow beasts and shadow lurkers that occupy this forest are also enemies!
He turned into a wisp of smoke and flew towards the east side of the forest, where the Shadow Lurker's lair was.
