I don't know when it started, and a thin mist rose through the trees.

This fog is very light, at least countless times lighter than the poisonous miasma of the "Sea of Mist". Although the Demon Realm trees at night had converged their leaves to the maximum, the moonlight that could shine through the canopy of the trees was too thin, and now with a thin layer of mist, Bergman's feet suddenly stumbled even more.

Originally, there was no road in the woods, at most there was a trail that ran through it, and it was still walked by many adventurers for many years. When the trails were formed, people's inertia was formed, and no matter how rough the trails were, no one intended to carve out another good path. In fact, the situation in Zorro's adventure group is not much different from this road - no matter how fortunate or miserable the ladies are, I am afraid that none of them really have the idea of sharing Bogart with others.

It's just that because Bojia usually doesn't clearly express his intentions, it means that everyone still has a chance. However, if anyone goes too far and affects the stability of the entire party, the result can only be to lose the opportunity to compete. Therefore, despite the poor condition of the road and the narrow and crowded road, everyone still had to walk together with a smile on their faces.

At least in the eyes of pessimists, that's how it is.

Bergman's performance this night was really unusual. She was the last to enter the group, but she was the first to leave the group on her own initiative. In order to prevent the people from the adventure group from catching up, she didn't even take the path, but just randomly estimated the direction and went straight through the trees. Fallen leaves and dead branches creaking at her feet, creaking and creaking far away in the silent night sky, forced Bergman to slow down.

Then, the fog came. Bergman's eyes were already bad, and now it's even harder to see what is under his feet. It didn't take long for her to fall two or three times, but luckily the leaves on the ground were thick enough and her body was light, so she didn't even have a small bruise. If someone else were to rush in this situation, I am afraid that I would have twisted both feet early, but our Lich Miss did not.

Although Bergman's legs and feet are unstable, her heart is very stable at the moment, very, very stable. If she had been in this mood at the original ball, she probably wouldn't have put the dish on the head of that hateful silver pupil.

Of course, if that happens, Bergman will not have the opportunity to meet Bogart after growing up, and it will not be possible to have such a stable state of mind as he is now.

Bogart is very good, and being able to stay by his side is the only bright color in his life where the light and darkness are not clear. Bogart is like Bergman's Deboro, wherever he goes, he will turn into a warm demonic realm. No matter how gloomy and dark his existence is, he can still feel his meticulousness.

It's a pity that this Emperor Polo doesn't shine for Bergman alone, even if it is the sun of the Demon Realm, there will still be trees and flowers that rely on him to grow, there are still wild beasts running in the sun, and birds singing in the shade of flowers. The girls who didn't deliberately curry favor with Bogart were there to gather around him, as everyone knew, including Bergman.

But that's not what she wants, at least, not exactly.

Bergman would rather himself and Bogart exist like two champas in the night sky, just to shine on each other.

This kind of thinking is selfish and extravagant. Bergman, who usually wears a maid's suit, doesn't dare to think about it at all. This is also something that the girls in the armor robes dare not think about either. During the day, the leaves of the trees will spread out towards the sun, swaying in the warm wind, striving to shine a little more light. At night, they can only obediently close their needles and drift alone in the cold wind.

So none of the girls found out that Bergman had escaped, and they themselves had no such thoughts, and they took it for granted that everyone was like them. They are following the same principles and playing the trick of "fair play". Even if they heard Bergman's scattered footsteps, they only thought it was a strange wind.

The wind is blowing, and the wind at night in the Demon Realm is not only cold, but also piercing and penetrating. No matter how low Bergman's body temperature was, or how many clothes she had specially added for her long trip at night, she still couldn't resist the cold wind of the Demon Realm at night. This kind of cold wind can only be easily resisted by mutant demonic beasts who are active in the forest at night all year round.

I don't know when Bergman began to embellish several mutated monsters behind him.

Each of these creatures was two or three meters long, with slender and muscular legs, and a flattened skull, although there was no protruding long snout, there were two rows of shiny teeth in the mouth of the blood basin that was flat and split in the direction of the ears. This kind of demonic beast is neither like a cat nor a dog, it is a natural ice-wind attribute demonic beast, and it is amazingly fast but also timid as a mouse. With a body length of two or three meters, it can only be regarded as a small size among mutant demonic beasts, and it is even much smaller than the blue wind wolf on a certain island. Their innate magic is nothing more than a simple Ice Blade Wind Blade.

Whether the mutant beasts all mutate in the direction of strength, the Demon Realm has not yet reached an accurate conclusion on this research topic.

A mutant beast like this, which is almost equal to the cross between Frost Snow Peel and Wind Wolf, no matter how high the level is, it doesn't seem to have any future. Whether it is the size, talent magic, or even appearance, there is no shocking power. Some people even suspect that this kind of monster lives by secretly rummaging through the garbage heaps of the demons at night. Because their combat power is quite limited, they pose no threat to adventure groups or other mutant arcanes. They are not seen during the day, and are only occasionally seen in the jungle at night.

However, compared to these useless fellows, the sick and weak Bergman was not much better at all. Only a few hundred meters away from the camp, she was already feeling a little out of strength. Bergman had never felt so difficult to breathe as she was now, and although the night wind had numbed her from her nostrils, mouth, trachea, and even lungs, she still seemed to be unable to breathe any air, and had to open her mouth as wide as she could, exhaling and inhaling as much as she could.

The only consequence of this completely unscientific way of breathing was that soon Bergman's throat began to feel thirsty. If there is still a hard time to move forward before. When the thirst reaches a certain level, the throat is like a pinprick in the throat, and it can no longer bear the heavy breathing. And once he got into this situation, Bergman's legs and feet couldn't take a step.

When the mutant dogs saw Bergman stop, they cautiously stopped moving forward, and one by one they hid in places that Bergman would never see. If it weren't for the constant green glow in their eyes, Bergman would have almost never noticed them.

When he saw the mutant dogs behind him, Bergman was sitting on the ground drinking water.

Strictly speaking, it was not water, because Bergman's kettle had long been frozen into a sturdy ice cube in the night wind, and it was impossible to pour out half a drop. But Miss Bergman wasn't stupid, and years of hard life had given her enough experience to deal with this kind of thing. In fact, the method is very simple, which is to add some water storage appliances similar to bamboo pipes.

The reason why the kettle or water bag can't pour water is because whether in the Aegean Continent or the Demon Realm, these containers are born with small mouths and big stomachs, not to mention freezing the bottleneck part, even if a large lump is frozen in the container, it will block the opening when pouring water, and then form a vicious circle.

Some of the girls in the party have their containers attached to them, so they don't have to worry about that. But Bergman didn't, all her kettles or water bags were the most ordinary, and they would freeze at night.

So before Bergman decided to escape, he quietly prepared some bamboo pipes and other things, which was almost like making sorbet molds. Fill a dozen similar sticks with clean water, and even if you can't drink them at night, you can directly chew these Xiaoice pillars to quench your thirst. In Bergman's original plan, these reserves were enough to sustain her far away.

However, it is clear that Miss Lich is overestimating her own strength and physical strength. And, when she couldn't hold on and started to rest and drink water. She chewed the icicle that had been snapped in her small bite as she saw a few bits of green light shining in the jungle behind her.

Bergman was very familiar with these mutant Ice Wind Dogs, because with her living environment, she had seen these mutant dogs sneak into the demon towns and villages to forage for food at night. Contrary to the legend, these guys don't dig through the garbage heaps, because they're not vegetarians, and they can't just rummage through something to make a living.

Their real food is the demons.

It's those demons who are the same, if not poorer, like Bergman.

Those demons can't even afford to live in a shelter, so they can only find some barely hiding places in the corners of the town. It doesn't matter what kind of disease you encounter, you can only live or die.

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