The original food of the mutant wind dog was the corpses of these demons who died of hunger and cold. Although the flesh of those corpses was frozen hard by the night wind, it was definitely soft and delicious enough compared to the more bizarre beast corpses. As for why those wind dogs don't hunt live food, it is purely because their combat effectiveness is too poor whether they are individual or in groups, and they are naturally sensitive and suspicious, so they can only be hunted by others.

However, after chewing on the corpses of the demons, these wind dogs can not only accurately determine which demon clan is about to die nearby, but even begin to boldly attack some dying down-and-out demons.

As a result, Bergman happened to be the target of those wind dogs this time.

If it were someone else, they might even just see those green lights as undead cold flames. But Bergman was different, although her eyes were not very good, but she had witnessed the scene of the Wind Dog dragging away the demon wanderers who were not yet dead.

These Wind Dogs may seem like a crumb to others, but they are irresistible executioners to the dying, who have lost all their spells or physical strength. And the reason why the Wind Dogs were able to get similar opportunities was actually the result of the deliberate indulgence of some lower-class residents in the demon towns. Most of the lower-class residents are also shelter guards and the like.

Normally, although the refugee shelter is run by nobles, not to mention those silver-eyed lords with heads and faces, even their family members or attendants will not devote themselves to the shelter work twenty-four hours a day. Basically, a large part of the shelters were run by employing local unemployed, and the nobles only had to pay their wages on time and provide the necessities of life on time. They never worry about the details.

So, if the guards can get by, forget it, but if some people are not willing to share the same food with the refugees, they will find a way to withhold and sell the shelter materials, then the refugees' lives can be imagined. In this case, once the death of a person is caused, how to quietly dispose of the body has become a problem for the guards.

The appearance of the wind dog makes both sides seem to unravel a knot in their lives. The guards are corrupt, the refugees are dying, and the wind wolves are digesting - after this complete system is established, the life of the guards is much better, and the wind dog has developed a bad habit of eating demons.

And the disobedient refugees were either thrown out directly to feed the wind dogs, or they were ordered to watch the "predation" footage of the wind dogs in full. Bergman was weak when he was young, and although he did not voluntarily disobey the orders of the guards, he was often punished for his inadequacy. It even includes watching the wind dogs eat people.

Bergman has been threatened more than once to throw her out and feed the wind dogs if she doesn't obey again. So even though the woods were foggy tonight, she recognized the mutant beasts behind her at a glance, even though she was dizzy and exhausted from the long journey.

So at this time, she must not stop, no matter how slow the movement is, she must keep going.

Because those wind dogs generally don't move creatures that are still active, but if someone is dying, they will just pounce on them and bite the corpse. With Bergman's remaining physical strength, he wouldn't be a match for these guys at all. And even when she had the most physical strength, she couldn't deal with a mutant wind dog, let alone the three heads who were already hungry behind her now.

So, despite not resting at all, Bergman gritted his teeth and insisted on picking up his baggage and set off. Bergman's legs were as heavy as lead at the moment, but she had to keep going.

Because I don't know if the next time she stops to rest, those wind dogs will pounce on her and take everything from her.

The black-furred Wind Dogs did just obediently follow Miss Lich. From time to time, he stuck out his tongue, and saliva dripped from his mouth. The lich in front of them was already destined to be their dinner tonight, and now it was the magic that the lich could unleash was all they needed to worry about.

The Wind Dogs had already suffered from this, and while the female lich didn't seem to be as powerful and the flesh was much more tender, the suicidal magic they unleashed at the end of the day would cost them dearly every time the target wasn't completely dead. Many of their companions died under the sacrifice of the demons. Therefore, there is also sufficient vigilance.

If these wind dogs knew that Bergman in front of them didn't have the slightest ability to cast spells, I am afraid that they would have thrown Bergman to the ground in the morning, and then directly tore her tender neck with their sharp teeth.

Thankfully, they didn't know anything, and Bergman, the lich girl, was able to have a little respite.

In fact, Bergman couldn't walk anymore, but she still insisted on moving her steps. Maybe it's not just about surviving. Rather, it is due to the fact that wind dogs are social creatures. If you can have a few behind you, then there are probably a lot of wind dogs around the adventure group camped nearby, and if something happens in the camp, you can forget it, but Bogar ......

In order not to stop his steps, Bergman took many measures, even including "wasting" his own water to cheer himself up. In fact, it's just a desperate attempt to chew on icicles to stimulate yourself to stay refreshed.

Wind dogs are very patient animals, and they can even spend days waiting for a person to die. Therefore, when they found that their tracks seemed to be debunked, they simply put on a posture as if they were strolling leisurely and continued to follow Bergman, occasionally letting out a low roar or two to stimulate Bergman, hoping to take the opportunity to check how far the Lich Girl was from the limit.

But to be honest, Bergman herself didn't know why she had been able to go so far, and it stands to reason that her limit should have been reached a long time ago, but every time she thought that she might as well give up, and was about to fall to the ground and wait for her to die, she would always imagine the scene of Bogart being attacked by these wind dogs unsuspectingly.

Then Bergman would have noticed an unexpected trace of force in her body, enough to sustain her to continue to move forward mechanically, and walk on.

The mist in the forest dissipated a lot unconsciously, but it didn't take long for it to gradually condense in the forest again, and then slowly fade away......

The wind dogs had begun to get impatient, but the prey in their eyes had no intention of stopping. Could it be that I have seen it wrong? Could this lich-looking woman be just an abomination samurai, otherwise how could he have lasted so long without stopping? Some wind dogs have already had the above doubts, and they can't wait to verify them.

So, Bergman, who was struggling to move forward in the thick fallen leaves, suddenly heard the footsteps behind him clearly, and he was approaching him quickly. She didn't dare to look back at all, because some demons were directly bitten by the wind dog that came up from behind when they turned back. She could only continue to walk forward, but soon saw a figure two or three meters long rushing in front of her, and assuming a posture of blocking.

"It looks like I've finally come this far." Bergman slowly retracted his stiff steps, thinking sadly. The continuous progress in the cold wind not only consumed her physical strength, but also blurred her thinking. Now Bergman is in a state of confusion at all. If there are no accidents, she will go slowly. But when the Wind Dog appeared in front of her to block the way, she didn't know what she was going to do next.

She has basically fallen into a state of detachment, I am afraid that she will not even be able to free herself, not to mention that she is just a lich who does not know any spells, and she does not know how to commit suicide at all.

The wind dog in front of him was cautiously using his sense of smell and the like. It must determine whether the prey in front of it can become food. And on the opposite side of it, the prey suddenly laughed.

Bergman didn't know why she was smiling, she just felt that she was very relaxed now, both physically and in her facial muscles. With the Wind Dog on the opposite side tentatively approaching, and the Wind Dog behind her slowly leaning towards her, the Lich Girl simply sat directly on the ground. Scared the mutated mongrels out of the way.

"They...... You're afraid of me......"

"But I'm ...... What are you afraid of......

Is it death? For a demon lich, death is sometimes even a luxury. So what else could it be?

Bogart?

What's there to be afraid of, anyway, I don't think I'll ever see him again in the future. No longer have to be sad that he talks to this girl, and talks and laughs with that girl. Friendship has long ceased to exist after childhood separation. His heroic act of saving himself is now enough to compensate for it with the Wind Draining Dog.

I'm so tired now, the champa is so round and bright, and the tree next to me is shaking......

No, it's not the trees next to it that are shaking, it's the whole forest shaking, it's the whole forest that is circling around you. Spinning, turning, dancing, beating. Strangely, this apparently hallucinatory sight was not at all comical to Bergman.

If the original quiet jungle gave people the feeling of many undead stretching their emaciated bodies at best. Now these woods, which are dangling in front of Bergman's eyes and dancing lamely, do not look like undead or demons at all, but like the barbarians called Beamon in the legendary Aegean invaders—

Clumsy, but full of power.

It's really, weird associations...... It seems that I really can't do it. Bergman closed his eyes in self-deprecation.

It's not about giving up struggling, moving or even breathing. She just wanted to sing, and for some reason, she just wanted to sing. It was as if many notes came to her mind automatically, and she couldn't wait to jump out of her mouth.

The champa tonight is really round.

Before closing his eyes, Bergman glanced up at the sky and realized the fact that he hadn't noticed all night.

Then, an ethereal song pierced the silent night sky, echoing through the dark jungle and spreading far, far away......

"It would be nice to have a piano at this time." Still not knowing why, the thought popped into Bergman's mind again.

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