At nightfall the next day, Thor suddenly felt that the illness in his body seemed to have escalated, and even exceeded the scope of the disease.

If vomiting, diarrhea, and weakness were just superficial symptoms, the next night, Thor felt an incomprehensible pain that seemed to worsen with time.

There is no specific source for this strange pain, and it seems that every pore in every part of the body is aching. And the pain is intermittent, wave after wave, starting in the head and then gradually spreading throughout the body.

At first, Thor didn't pay much attention to it, forcing himself to eat something without appetite and drink some hot water from the hotel. He thought that he was just suffering from the cold during the journey, and he just had to carry it and pass it.

It wasn't until late that Thor began to notice that the situation was getting worse and worse.

Because he had never heard of anyone suffering from a cold that caused such severe pain, he had never been so painful in his life, sometimes it was like his fingers had been cut off, or his hands and feet had been torn hard, and sometimes he felt like his bones had been pulled out of his body.

Thor leaned against the wall of his hotel room, slumped on the floor, his face pale and green, and his cold sweat was already soaking through the lining. But he couldn't do anything, and just battling the pain in his body had already consumed all his mental and physical strength.

The next morning, the pain seemed to have finally eased.

Then there was a violently high fever, and Thor felt like he could fry an egg on his head. The high fever began to make him delirious, and he could only crawl into bed in a daze, trying to relieve his discomfort with sleep.

I don't know when I fell asleep, I don't even know if I'm asleep, the whole person has been in a state of half-dreaming and half-awake, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, and unable to think about anything.

The next night, Thor jumped out of bed and pressed his head against the wall.

The pain began again, and it seemed that from the beginning of the pain, the symptoms of the high fever strangely disappeared.

The resuscitated mind and perception began to sharpen again in the face of terrible pain, and Thor even missed the drowsiness of a high fever, at least he couldn't feel anything, without having to suffer heartbreakingly here.

At every moment, he mobilized all his mental and physical strength to fight against every trace of pain that he could not escape. His mind was full, and there was no room for him to think about whether he was going to die or not.

By the end of the night, Thor was shaking with pain, and he felt like he might not be able to resist. So he began to hit the wall with his head, and the amplitude became larger and more frequent.

In the end, I don't know if I knocked myself unconscious, or if my physical strength and spirit reached the limit, and the whole person finally managed to faint. Before he fell unconscious, he vaguely heard a knock on the door, and curses came from outside the door, as if his movements were affecting the rest of others.

By the morning of the third day, the pain was finally no longer there for a while, and the fever was no longer high, but the cold began again. Thor felt as if he was standing naked on the coldest day of winter, soaking in the deepest waters.

He put all the extra clothes on his body, wrapped himself in a blanket, and walked through the streets like a bloated monster to find the local herbalist in Ember Town.

When the pain and illness struck, Thor also tried to pour all the healing potions and antidotes he had concocted, but to no avail. So he can only find someone who is good at dealing with diseases while he can still move a little.

Although pharmacy and herbalism have similar parts, they have always been two fields.

Pharmaceutics advocates the use of the essence of various plants to produce a wonderful effect by means of extraction and mixing, and is committed to the healing of wounds and flesh inside and outside the body. Herbalism uses the natural power of the plant itself to prevent and cure disease by boiling and concentrating.

Thor suspected that he was sick, so the pharmacy aspect did not help his condition, and he had to find the herbalist here.

However, after the herbalist inquired about Thor's symptoms, he only shook his head, threatening that Thor did not look like he was suffering from a disease, and finally tentatively gave Thor two packets of herbs at Thor's request.

After drinking the unpalatable potion, Thor curled up in his hotel room and wrapped himself tightly, battling the cold while waiting for the wheel of fate to turn. He suddenly felt that he couldn't go on like this, he had to do something, before the high fever completely deprived him of his ability to think.

In case the herbal soup he drank had no effect, and if his symptoms continued to worsen, everything seemed uncertain, and he didn't dare to gamble or gamble, because it was at stake for his life.

So Thor got up decisively, opened the door of the secret realm of the reincarnation dungeon, and rushed to the secret realm.

He had to try his luck and go to bigger places and bigger cities while he was still a little active, looking for the help of learned people.

It's a pity that Thor's decision came a little late, and almost before he could find someone else's door as soon as he entered the secret realm, the high fever struck again. His mind began to be foggy, and he could only hold on to the wall, struggling to move with difficulty with his fading vision.

I don't know how long it has been, it feels like many years have passed, and gradually Thor knows that he is about to pass out, and his body functions are about to forcibly cut off his thoughts.

It has nothing to do with will, just like even if you have a strong will, can you withstand countless hungers? You can't. You may be able to survive hunger a little longer than others by will, but the end result is still starvation.

Thor knew that if he fell unconscious at this moment, it might be over, because this was a secret realm, and any monster that popped up could kill him. But it was useless to know, his consciousness was gradually moving away, and he couldn't even tell whether he was walking or staying where he was.

In the final moments, Thor saw a figure appear in front of him.

At this moment, he couldn't see whether it was a person or a monster, but he still struggled to get closer. The figure didn't dodge, maybe it said something, but Thor couldn't hear it clearly.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the other man's cheek very impolitely, feeling that the other person was a man with a long beard, and he also touched the sword that was around the waist of the other. Thor breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed like an adventurer.

"Brother, send me to town!" Thor grabbed a handful of silver wolves from his coat and shoved them into his hands, then passed out completely. He didn't tell which town the other party went to, and now it doesn't matter what it is, the important thing is that he can't pass out in the secret realm.

In a trance, Thor felt like he was in a dream.

He dreamed that he had come to a strange place, where the ground was filthy black, and the walls on both sides were peculiar because they were all made of heads.

Some of the heads looked like they were human, some of them didn't, and whenever Thor passed them, they would scramble to tell Thor. It's just that the content of the words they spit out is indistinct, and even if Thor listens carefully, there are only a few words.

Is it this dream again?" muttered Thor again.

In fact, it was not only this dream, but also another dream I had dreamed before, a skeleton suddenly and inexplicably resurrected from a cemetery. These two dreams began to recur in Thor's sleep.

At first, Thor didn't pay much attention to it, and although the recurrence of dreams seemed a little abnormal, he only attributed the whole thing to the quality of his sleep. After all, it's just a dream, and there is no overlap with reality.

This time the dream was still not much different, and Thor walked through the walls of skulls one by one, one of which seemed to be extremely active. He roared at Thor, his expression shifting across his face.

Thor subconsciously leaned over his ears to try to hear what he was saying, but as many times before, the whole dream suddenly collapsed.

When Thor woke up again, he found several horses snorting and he seemed to be sleeping in a stable. There are piles of horse manure and haystacks all around, and I am on the haystack in the corner.

As consciousness revived, the bone-chilling cold soon hit again, and Thor hurriedly wrapped up his clothes tightly before trying to connect his memories.

He seems to have fainted in the secret realm of the reincarnation dungeon, and finally met a bearded adventurer, gave him some money, and asked him to take him to the town.

Thor looked at himself at this point, and almost everything on his body was gone, including the steel sword behind his back, the change potion in his coat, and the blood spell and other gadgets.

Maybe it was the adventurer who sent him back, or maybe it was a homeless man or a thief who once approached him while he was unconscious. There was nothing to complain about, at least they had left their own clothes, and these little things were nothing compared to their lives.

The only thing Thor is thankful for is that his storage ring is still there.

Usually he would wrap his finger tightly with a bandage and a storage ring to make a small disguise that looked like his finger was injured, but today it is clear that this habit has saved his life.

Because of your own money, all the important things, everything is in the ring.

Stables are rarely found in small places, so at this point he is likely to be taken to a thriving city or town, and Thor struggles to get up and continues to run for his physical condition.

When the night came, the terrible pain struck again.

"Teemo...... Raise... Mo!" Thor sat on the floor of the hotel and released the skull Teemo, shouting in a hoarse voice, but Teemo did not respond, apparently still asleep.

This time, Thor felt that he might not be able to make it out.

"Have you ever seen a monster that bleeds blue blood? I am!" Thor seemed to be back in the mausoleum in a trance, and Shogues sat in the aisle across from him and said in despair.

"Brother, now that we're the same, it's so good, poof~~~!"

Thor smiled sadly, and then, perhaps because of the tugging of his chest, a mouthful of blood finally spurted out.

It's just that the blood that sprays on the ground is green.