"Whew! Call! ”

Nasur ran as hard as she could, the bushes alongside her greatly blocking her ability to escape.

The sharp-edged foliage left many scarlet marks on her unprotected skin.

Being in a highly active life force protects her from itching and pain.

And with the paws of her feet that are tough enough to protect her, she can continue to run at high speeds.

But the intense exertion of physical strength made her speed begin to gradually fail.

At this point, Nasur didn't even have the strength to call for help.

She just ran with her head down, hoping that the god of fate would lead her in a safe direction.

Halflings rarely get lost, but now Nasur doesn't have time to tell the way.

She vaguely remembered that she was running in the direction of the human market town.

If she had met a farmer who had gone to the forest to collect wild animals, she might have been rescued.

Ordinary people who are active on the edge of civilization always need some skilled skills to survive.

And daring to go deep into this dangerous forest is always skewed in terms of force and survival.

The extreme physical exertion made Nasur's vision a little dazed.

Shaded by tall trees, the bright midday sun also became a little sluggish.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Nasur's tiny chest was like a bellows, and she let out heavy, tired breaths.

She begins to regret her reckless choice, even though she does benefit from it.

But as the god of fate has revealed, luck and calamity are always twins.

Too much luck will always be accompanied by deeper calamities.

In a realm that ordinary people can't peep into, Nasul's chest is glowing faintly:

Under some kind of dark guidance, she burrowed into an unknown cave and devoured one of the mushrooms inside.

Nasur admits that she has a gambling ingredient – but the mushroom looks really tasty......

It is said that the halfling's racial talent has a buff associated with poison resistance.

Its origins are worth pondering......

As Nasur ran violently, the unknown mushroom seemed to be being digested by her little by little.

And this is the reason why she has been able to hold on for so long.

Of course, perceiving this, the trackers in the rear became even angrier!

"Grunt......"

The pursuer roars angrily in an unknown language, mostly "elegant and easy-going".

If you flip it, you can think of it as a despicable thief or something.

Of course, the real meaning is obviously a little more colorful.

After all, some swearing requires a relevant cultural context to understand.

And this pursuer is obviously not a raging and unintelligent chaotic existence.

Although, its appearance is really a bit irrational:

A viscous fluid attached to the epidermis, a tumor-like structure that is twisted and cannot be formed.

But its life form seems harmonious and natural to a certain extent.

Obviously, it is not an aberration of some evil force, but an evil life in some natural environment.

Anger made it lose its mind, and it began to chant some kind of dangerous incantation!

Evil waves from darkness are beginning to gather around!

It's a vicious spell that drains the life force of surrounding creatures to deliver devastating blows!

This is obviously a bit tricky for the pursuers.

But it knew that it had to kill the damn halfling as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the wave of the cast will attract the gaze of that terrible druid.

For the kind life, her kind and gentle elders.

But for the existence of evil spells in the forest without permission, she is no more troublesome than those obsessive paladins.

It was only at this moment that the pursuer suddenly sensed some life fluctuations.

The sun is too bright, and its perception is greatly reduced.

But it begins with the nature of darkness, allowing it to be keenly aware of the aura of the enemy.

Only, it seems too late......

A sharp pain that came from the center of its body!

Due to the size of the attacker, the injury was not fatal.

It's just an instinctive reflex after being attacked, so that the spell that is in the critical channeling phase is suspended.

This doesn't necessarily lead to the spell failing—but it happens, and it's not all that unexpected.

And in the next moment, the inexplicable flow of essentia in the body allowed a variety of negative effects to complete the subtle accumulation.

It's like an invisible fate that stacks all the worst possibilities together.

The pursuer sensed the attacker, who appeared to be a cat......

In a trance, it seemed to have an understanding.

It finally knows where the inexplicable familiarity comes from:

In the legendary tales, those weak legends are always able to dance peacefully on the tip of the sword.

Wander on the edge of danger, but will not be swallowed by it.

There will always be the right character to clear the way for her or him.

"Gollum ......"

With a certain resentment that will not be dissipated, the soul of the pursuer sinks into the cold world of the dead......

"You are participating in a special event and you have received a blessing from the Halfling God (Temporary Strength +1, Constitution +1, Agility +1, Luck +5)"

"Kill Event: You assisted in the killing of the Underground Exorcist (lv 9)."

"When the kill becomes known, your relationship with the Underground Exorcist Tribe will deteriorate to: hostile."

"Crimson Hunt, Honor! The flesh and blood and life of the strong can forge the wildest wildness! ”

"You get 45% of Wild XP and 1 Endless Wilds from this hunt!"

"Detected that the character's wild experience meets the improvement conditions, and the improvement ...... is in progress"

"Character Wild Form - Bloodthirsty Beast Wild Level increased to Lv7 (20%)!"

"Based on your race cap, you gain a permanent boost in power! （1↑）”

"Your strength is increased to: 10!"

Looking at the refreshed text messages in front of him, Yi Chun moved his gaze to Nasur, who had stopped running on the other side.

She was looking at Yi Chun, who was like an ordinary orange cat, with some kind of surprised eyes.

If it weren't for the ferocity with which the other party pounced on the underground exorcist, its appearance would be so harmless.

At the very least, it doesn't feel too threatening.

Perhaps sensing some kind of kindness from Yi Chun, Nasur tried to shout at Yi Chun:

"Meow?"

Meow?

Yi Chun wagged his tail, he thought about it, and didn't understand what the meow on the other side meant.

However, he seems to know the identity of the other party.

When a personal God exists, His preferences inevitably lead to intimacy.

For a variety of reasons, they sometimes favor certain fortunate mortal things.

For the vast majority of mortal beings, for the most part, that is what mortals deeply desire.

Yi Chun felt that it was not bad, if there was a god of fishing.

The people of East Asia accept the conventional beliefs, and it is a deep-rooted traditional idea to worship the gods......

It's just that at present, Yi Chun has not found any traces of the existence of personality gods in the Federation.

Like the transcendent powers, there was no trace of them before, as if the Federation was a vast transcendent vacuum......

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Sogou