Twenty Sided Dice

A small leather bag was tied around the man's back waist, tied with thin threads, and the workmanship was very rough. Siegel undid it, took out its contents, and threw them on the ground in order: flint and steel, a row of teeth from an unknown beast, two Waterdeep silver coins, a bright green feather, a withered blue silver emblem in the shape of small flowers and crows.

The tip of the spear that killed him was made of stone, and the workmanship was rough, and the grinding marks were new, but there was nothing special about it.

"It's nothing to see, it's just a bad guy. Maybe he died of spears, maybe he died of witchcraft, no one can tell." The troubadour walked down and stood beside the corpse, looking around. "Since it's all down, don't let him expose his corpse to the wilderness. Let's dig a hole and bury it."

Siegel agreed immediately. He pulled out the bushes beside him, exposing the soft soil below, and started digging holes with gloves on. The troubadour also came to help. Yarel suddenly took the initiative to work, this strange behavior caused Janet's suspicion.

They worked for about an hour before they finished the matter. When they returned to the rift valley, dark clouds had already gathered in the sky. On the horizon to the west of them, a few black tornadoes could be vaguely seen, wrapped in lightning and twisting recklessly in the air, releasing destructive power. A moist cool air will soon appear in the air, and it is estimated that there will be a heavy rain soon.

"Let's find a place to take shelter from the rain," urged the troubadour. "And the heavy rain in the tornado sometimes hits sideways, like a slap in the face, which is very unbearable. I suggest we go back there. Go to the ruins."

Siegel nodded, and several people walked back quickly. The troubadour rode away first, and he went back to set up the canvas and light the bonfire. Siegel sat Janet on his horse, led the injured horse, and walked slowly behind.

"I'm still thinking about that corpse, it's terrible. Who do you think killed him?" Janet asked.

"I don't know. I'm not worried about the spear, but the claw marks on the back and the missing internal organs make me feel uneasy." Siegel whispered: "The crow in the sky, the crow under the corpse and the pocket The crow, this should not be a coincidence. Or the spirit of this grassland is guiding us to find the body. But what is its real purpose? Does it let us find the murderer, or just remind us of the danger here ?"

"Unfortunately, we don't know any psychic spells, so we can't find someone to ask."

"Be careful. After I entered this grassland, I always felt uncomfortable, as if there was a force interfering with my mind, which always made me nervous. So kitten, you must help me look after me. I'm also optimistic about you."

Janet nodded vigorously and hummed.

The two returned to the ruins. The rain had not yet fallen, and the air became more oppressive, making it hard to breathe. They found the troubadour's horse next to an abandoned tower - Jariel had found a good shelter from the wind and rain, and had lit a bonfire inside.

The pasture burns very fast, and always produces a lot of smoke, which is very choking. Siegel chopped off some bushes with his machete and stacked them aside for fuel. Janet flexibly climbed up the broken wall of the collapsed building and propped up the canvas in the leeward to form a simple roof. The troubadour was roasting dry food over the fire while whistling an unknown ditty.

Seemingly sensing the approach of the rainstorm, the horses began to be restless, shaking their heads violently, kicking the soil **** the ground, and neighing nervously. Janet jumped down hastily and went to appease the horses. She seems to have a strong affinity for her, and can always calm animals down quickly. Although the horses looked listless and reluctant, they finally began to obey, standing on the sheltered side of the tower and stopped barking.

"Is the weather that bad?" Siegel stood up and looked around. He saw the pouring rain in the distance, pouring down from the dark clouds, completely obscuring the horizon. In the rain curtain, there was a vaguely huge shadow, like a lizard crawling on the ground, its tail stood upright, and it was struck by lightning non-stop. There was a loud rumbling sound in the distance, I don't know if it was the sound of thunder or the sound of the lizard's footsteps. Siegel rubbed his eyes and found that the lizards were gone, only the continuous rain was coming toward the abandoned tower.

When the rain fell, several people breathed a sigh of relief, and the feeling of suffocation finally disappeared. But they were soon troubled by something else: the water on the ground flowed into rivers, flowing around in the ruins, and soon gathered into puddles. Unfortunately, their towers just formed a circle, and the rainwater poured into a pool inside the wall, which could only flow out through the broken gate. The fire was extinguished, and a few people stood helplessly on the slightly higher steps, hiding under the canvas shed to wait for the heavy rain to end.

"It's a helpless choice to choose this place." The troubadour defended: "The other ruins can't even deal with the rain on the top of the head. We still eat hot dry food, don't we?"

Lightning followed, and the continuous white light illuminated the sky, and the huge roar was almost uninterrupted. Janet covered her ears with her hands, shivering in Siegel's arms. She said in his ear: "Protect me, this thunder is so scary!"

Siegel saw Janet's face was pale, her muscles were tense, and her teeth were chattering. It was only then that he thought that this should be a disadvantage hidden in the blood of the demons. They are extremely sensitive to various powerful bursts of energy. The lightning outside was such a situation, so Janet was helpless and shivered. Siegel only felt that she was small and pitiful, like a kitten abandoned by her master, so she hugged her tightly and pressed her head to her hair.

The thunder began to bombard the surrounding ruins, smashing the stones into pieces and flying everywhere. The sound of rain and thunder was so loud that the sound of the smashing rocks was completely drowned out, and Siegel could only feel it when it hit the outer wall of the tower. Fortunately, the troubadour has a good eye, this tower is not the tallest building around, and the thunder and lightning have no time to patronize it, so he can survive the disaster for the time being.

Siegel leaned against the corner of the wall, his chest and back were shaking constantly. At this time, there was a roar from far to near, which could be clearly heard in the thunder. Along with the roar, there was the roar of the collapsed house and the clearly audible sound of footsteps.

Yarel also heard this voice and looked at Siegel with a pale face. He saw the determination to fight in Siegel's eyes, and hurriedly shook his head, waved his hand quickly, pointed to Janet, and persuaded him to give up the idea.

But the monster's voice was getting closer and closer, and even the cat who was frightened by the thunder could hear it clearly. She raised her head, just to see the look in Siegel's eyes, which contained some pity and love. Janet struggled for a while and said forcefully, "Thank you, I've adapted and it will be fine."

"Well..." Siegel hesitated, but let go of his hand. He stood up, first pulled out the machete, and after thinking about it, he threw the metal weapon aside, and even took off his breastplate. He held the whip in his left hand and kept the stone dagger within easy reach of the fingers of his right hand. Siegel motioned for everyone to be quiet, and then prepared to go out and have a look.

Suddenly, the tower where they were hiding made a loud bang, and stones and canvas fell from it. The bard lying against the wall was staggered. Although he fell into the puddle in the center of the tower, he managed to avoid the falling rock. Siegel heard the wind whistling, and turned his head to see a huge monster rushing towards him. The monster flew in midair with its claws and claws, its sharp teeth reflecting the white light of lightning.

Siegel threw out his long whip, making a sharp cracking sound, and slammed around the monster's arm. At the same time, he lowered his waist and yanked to the side. The monster was pulled out diagonally, rolled on the ground in embarrassment, and slammed into the wall of the tower.

"Oh! Takuma!" The monster shouted. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

A bolt of lightning shot into the tower following the direction the monster flew in just now, just rubbing against Siegel and hitting the pool in the center of the tower. With a strong flash and a large cloud of smoke, a strong explosion occurred in the pool, and Yarel, who had just tried to get up, was directly blown away, screamed, and passed out with convulsions all over his body.

'Is there another one? ' After Siegel was struck by the lightning, his whole body went numb, and the long whip in his hand was involuntarily released. He struggled to control his muscles and stood firmly, holding the dagger, keeping Janet behind him.

The monster that fell on the wall turned around, and Siegel realized that it was a tall man draped in a corpse. At two and a half meters tall, he was the strongest guy Siegel had ever seen, thicker than Deo the Highlander. The man had weird circles on his face, blue stripes all over his body, and a scaly skin like a giant pangolin, no wonder Siegel recognized him as a monster for the first time.

"Me! Help!" the man shouted, his language very jerky. But Siegel clearly saw his gestures—the man pointed out with one finger, the other clenched into a fist.

Siegel nodded and looked out from the doorway. A multi-legged cyan lizard with a length of ten meters is entrenched outside. It is slender and can not only slide on the ground like a snake, but also use its twelve legs to quickly climb up and down in the ruins of buildings. The monster's crocodile-like head has two large curved horns and a huge mouth that can open like a snake and is full of razor-like barbed teeth. The monster's body is covered with long strips of scales, but it has been chopped in many places, and there is a deep wound on the back of its neck.