Yegor said to himself: "These four legs belong to the ice and snow clouded leopard, you can't be mistaken." Even if I were to kill an adult ice clouded leopard, it would take a lot of effort. Could it be that Lear only cut off the four legs of the Ice Clouded Leopard in order to escape quickly, but did not kill it?" he thought as he walked along the clear trail.

Winters in the Belém Mountains are exceptionally cold, and the snow everywhere adds to the coolness, but Yegor's fighting spirit is constantly running, so he is not afraid of this weather.

After walking more than 500 meters, he saw an ice and snow clouded leopard with severed limbs lurking not far away. A pheasant passed by, and the ice and snow clouded leopard suddenly spit out freezing gas, freezing the pheasant to death.

"Woo woo ......" The ice and snow clouded leopard let out a cry of joy, and crawled in front of the pheasant that had frozen into an ice lump, ignoring the ice ballast debris, biting and crunching and chewing.

Yegor said disdainfully: "What a nobleman who has not grown up, he is hypocritical to the extreme, he doesn't even kill a demonic beast, and one day he will die in the mouth of a demonic beast!"

The ice clouded leopard that was eating quickly turned its head, roared at Yegor, and immediately spewed a bolt of frozen ice at him. Wherever the white freeze passed, all the plants and trees turned into ice sculptures.

Yegor showed a cruel smile, and his body protection fighting qi erupted from all over his body, completely ignoring the existence of frozen qi, passing through the fighting qi, and stabbing out with a sword. The long sword entered along the left eye of the Ice Clouded Leopard, piercing through the Ice Clouded Leopard's brain.

The pupil of the ice clouded leopard's right eye slowly dilated, and the last thing it saw was a blood-red patch.

Very cautious, Yegor took out a piece of magical equipment and smeared blood on it, and the magical equipment emitted an extremely faint green light, indicating that there was a slight toxin. The blood of demonic beasts has toxins, but the content is different, and this level of toxins is fine even if ordinary people drink it.

He quickly opened a wound on the body of the ice clouded leopard, put his mouth up, and gulped down the blood. After drinking a belly of blood, he slipped open the belly of the ice clouded leopard and removed the hot, steaming liver.

He opened the magic bag, wrapped one liver and put it in, and then directly ate the other liver raw. He resisted the feeling of nausea, chewing and swallowing carefully.

Swallowing the last bite of leopard liver, he sighed with emotion: "Alas, I think that when I went to the Belem Mountains with those friends to hunt monsters, I also ate liver raw like this, and after many years, people have changed, and the taste of the liver of the ice and snow clouded leopard has also changed." ”

Yegor tore off a few more tender pieces of flesh from the Ice Clouded Leopard, threw the leftover meat out of the magic bag, and then continued to chase Lear.

Yegor also didn't sleep last night, and he doesn't plan to sleep today. At midnight, there was a sudden thunderous sound in his abdomen, and he subconsciously clamped the chrysanthemum, but the Rushing Elixir lived up to the name of Rushing after all.

"Poof......" With a long, strange sound, the solid-liquid mixture erupted.

Yegor, a wealthy fiefdom baron and a powerful high-ranking swordsman, pulled his trouser pockets.

At this time, Yegor also didn't care about face, and immediately took off his trousers and underwear, pouted his buttocks, and let the rush continue.

He put his dirty pants and underwear in front of him, this high-ranking swordsman almost cried, he only had this set of clothes left now, what should he do next? At this moment, he even had the urge to give up the pursuit.

The noise in his stomach was getting louder and louder, and the rush had no intention of stopping, and he finally realized that something was wrong, and he thought about it carefully, and quickly guessed the reason.

"Ah......hh Lear!I'm going to kill you!I'm going to kill you!," Yegor's eyes split, like a madman, slammed his fist to the ground, venting his anger.

After a long while, he hurriedly opened the magic bag, swallowed all the potions that were poison and healing, and then used the Ring of Primary Healing and Intermediate Healing. He was very lucky, the main effect of those potions was not to stop diarrhea, but it had a certain inhibitory effect on the diarrhea, and after he ate it, the rush gradually disappeared, but his stomach was still gurgling, and it could erupt again at any time.

He began to sweat all over his body, but immediately used his fighting energy to protect his body. Although vindictive qi cannot control the gastrointestinal tract, it can control muscles and skin and slow down sweating.

In just a few tens of seconds, he had a dry mouth and felt unwell.

"Damn Lear!" Yegor didn't care if it was clean or not, picked up the snow next to him, turned it into water with his fighting spirit, and drank it in one gulp. After he drank a lot of snow water in a row, he had diarrhea again. He had to swing his fist and smash a big hole in the ground with his fighting energy, and then stand on the edge of the pit.

The mouth in front of the mouth diverts water for irrigation, and the mouth in the back is under fire.

He squatted intermittently for two hours, drank snow water for two hours, and expelled most of the rushing potions, before the diarrhea slowly stopped. He rubbed his buttocks with his vindictive spirit extravagantly, stood up with his numb legs, and walked to the nearest tree tremblingly.

Yegor walked a few steps before he realized that his lower body was cold.

The wind blows cold, the snow reflects the chrysanthemum wounds, and in the twilight of the hero, the eggs are open.

Yegor covered his face and his nose was sour, he had not felt so desolate for many years since he had served Grand Duke Mikhail.

After two hours of torture, there were already wounds on his place due to excessive washing, and the pain was unbearable as long as he moved slightly. This is the sequelae of repeated diarrhea, and only those who have experienced it understand the desolation of having paper and not daring to wipe their buttocks.

If nothing else, he'll be sick with something like pins and needles.

"I knew I should have left a healing ring. Egor depressedly put the two healing rings and elemental crystals together, allowing the magic guide to recover quickly.

He reached for his pants and saw the marks on them, his face was black and blue as if it had been sprayed with oil. Finally, he gritted his teeth and made a big hole in the ground with his fist again, filled it with snow, and then used his fighting energy to melt the snow and start washing his pants - he wasn't going to wear them.

He smashed fifteen pits in a row, and he didn't wash them yet, and finally cursed Lear loudly, so he didn't wash them at all, and slowly dried them with a fighting spirit.

Yegor is a high-level swordsman, and the fighting energy in his body ensures that he is not afraid of cold and heat, and rarely gets sick, but after such a fuss about the rushing medicine, he still fell ill, caught a cold and fever, and fell asleep groggy.

Lear was standing on the top of a hill and looking in this direction in the bright moonlight, using his eagle eye.

"Wait, if you don't see him for another hour, then he must be in a tragedy, and maybe there will be a chance to kill him! That dose of the Rushing Elixir can kill an elephant! It's a pity that the Rushing Elixir smells, and if he has more, he will find out, otherwise twice as much, it will cripple him."

An hour later, Lear began to rush back, and Phantom Butterfly stood on his shoulder as his scout.

When the eastern sky showed a hint of whiteness, Lear saw Yegor who had fallen asleep.

"Take advantage of his illness and kill him!" Lear pounced as fast as he could, swinging the light of the starry sky and slashing at the seemingly sleepy high-ranking swordsman.