"So, are we still going to do those tasks?" The leopard Jagres turned into scratched at the dirt beneath her feet in frustration: "I thought we could get some rest and wait for that guy from Actos to come back." ”

"No, those crystals have already been taken over by another team, and we need to work on a new mission." After Martha rolled up the scroll in her hand, she stood up and patted the dust on her buttocks, looking at Jagrens who didn't want to move: "Don't be lazy, get up quickly, we're ready to go." ”

"Huh?! Now? Jagleith looked shocked: "Didn't you say tomorrow?" ”

"Shocked you big-headed ghost, set off today, the mission is to rush to Blade Mountain before dawn tomorrow." Martha knocked on the cheetah's head: "I'll go and talk to the others, you pack your things first, and set off in thirty minutes, understand?" ”

"Everybody's going? So many people? Curious, Jagrenth asked Martha, "What mission requires so many people to set off together?" ”

"You, me, and Linsa are going to go, and the rest of us have other tasks to do, understand?" With that, Martha left the tent.

"The three of us?" A flash of light flashed on Jagrise's body, transforming from a cheetah back to a Night Elf: "Two assassins and a wild druid, what are you doing here?" ”

This was already three days ago, and if Jagrense had known three days ago that this mission would turn out like this, she would have tried desperately to dissuade Martha.

This mission was not a simple spy or assassination, and when the monster appeared, Jagrenth grabbed Martha and Linsa and fled frantically. If it weren't for the desperate delay of the MI7 elites who were close to ten, the three of them would probably be devoured by monsters, just like those elites, devoured to the point that there was not even scum left.

"What the hell is that monster?!" Jagris sat in a cave in a hidden rift in Blade's Edge Mountain, whipping a bonfire with a stick, the flesh of some of the stone-strippers roasting over it.

"I've never seen anything like it, never in the records of the Night Elves." Linsha threw the bloody gauze in her hand into the fire, and looked at the bonfire in front of her with some concern: "Martha has been in a coma for almost three days now, and she still hasn't woken up. ”

"How's the wound?" Jagrenth picked up the gauze slightly, let it completely burn into ashes, and completely burned the blood breath inside: "If it doesn't work, I'll release her to heal again." ”

"The wound has healed," Linsa was a little happier, "Your healing spell is very effective, Martha's wound has healed, and there is no inflammation, and the fever has subsided." ”

"Well, I've just gone get some clean water, let's feed her later." Placing a bottle of clean water in Linsha's hand, Jagres picked up a string of stone-strippers' flesh and blew it lightly, putting it in her mouth: "Well, it tastes surprisingly good, it's cooked, and it's ready to eat." ”

"Oh......" Linsa took out the dagger and cut a few pieces directly on the meat and put them in her mouth, "I don't know when Martha will wake up." ”

"If the fever goes away, I'll be able to wake up soon." Jagris paused for a moment and listened to the sound behind her, "It's time to wake up." ”

"Ahem...... Ahem...... "Martha's voice came from behind him: "Water ......"

Linsa immediately picked up the water bottle and got up to help Martha up: "The water is here." ”

After snatching the water bottle and pouring it a few times, he gasped and stared at the stone wall in front of him: "We escaped?" ”

"Yes," Jagrenth handed over a skewer of roasted meat, "we're in a safe chasm, the bonfire is also specially made, there will be no smoke, and your blood will be burned as you want." ”

"That's good." Martha took the meat: "Stone peeler? What a rare food. ”

"Don't you think you should explain it to us? What the hell is that monster? After taking a bite of the flesh, Jagres asked, "The Night Elves have never recorded anything like this, but you took the task, so you should know what it is, right?" ”

"Nightmare Beast......" Martha's voice was a little tired, "That's Nightmare Beast." ”

"Nightmare beasts?" Jagrenth asked, somewhat strangely, "What's that?" Is something you've never heard of before endemic to the Outlands? ”

"Of course you haven't heard of it!!" Martha suddenly shouted in an excited tone, "How could that thing come about!" Hell if you've heard it!! ”

"What...... What......" Jagras, who was yelled, shrank back, "Why are you so excited?" ”

"I'm sorry." Sitting weakly on the ground, Martha sighed, "That's not something you can touch, I advise you to forget about it quickly." ”

"How do you think we can forget?" Linsa smiled bitterly and said, "Even if you want to forget, you can't forget it, right?" That kind of monster. ”

"We've been involved." Jagrenth filled the campfire with a piece of wood: "That monster has been patrolling the neighborhood, and must have remembered our aura and came to look for us." ”

"......" Martha was silent for a while, and finally sighed, "Sure enough, was it marked by the Nightmare Beast?" ”

"What's marked?"

Martha took out a small carving knife, rolled up her sleeves, and carved it on her skin: "That's a kind of ability of the Nightmare Beast, through a special way to mark the prey it identifies, and then start a hunt for the marked prey." ”

The carving knife moved rapidly on Martha's white skin, and the blood seeped out from under the skin with the movement of the carving knife, dripping to the ground, and the two of them frowned, but they did not stop it, since Martha did this, there must be a reason for her.

"Be prepared to run away or fight back." Martha finished carving the last stroke, took a deep breath, and took out a clay pot about thirty centimeters high from the space bag: "This mark is contagious, everything we touch, will be dyed with this mark, when we die, our friends, relatives will appear such marks." After being targeted by the Nightmare Beast, unless you hunt and kill the other party, you ......"

Martha didn't say any more, but both of them understood what she meant.

Open the clay pot, it is filled with a silvery-white solution, which is windless and automatic, as if it were alive, moving back and forth in the clay pot, spinning. Transfiguration into various forms.

Martha bit down on a piece of cork and placed her bleeding arm on top of the solution, and the blood dripped into the solution little by little, as if it were fainting, and soon the solution turned the color of blood.

"Stay away from me, and don't come over for a while, no matter what happens, and don't touch me or these liquids." Biting the cork, Martha sat down near the clay pot, and soon, something special happened.

The blood-red solution inside the pot became viscous, like mercury. These solutions are constantly repelling each other, splitting into countless clusters of solution, like some kind of egg.

Soon, tiny cracks appeared on the "eggs", and Jagrens stared at the strange things with wide eyes, and the cracks unfolded like the feet of some kind of arthropod.

The "eggs" hatched, and countless bright red centipede-like bugs staggered through the clay pot, and the sound of those feet scratching the clay pot and carapace made the scalp tingle.

A flash of fear flashed in Martha's eyes, and she bit down the cork and handed her arm up.

Like bloodthirsty locusts, these strange insects crawled down the blood to Martha's arm, burrowing into the notches on her arms one by one.

Looking at Martha, who was covered in cold sweat and her teeth were about to bite blood, Linsha wanted to step forward to take a look, but was stopped by Jagres: "Don't go over, have you forgotten Martha's orders?" ”

"Those were made by Martha, and she won't hurt herself." Jagres looked worriedly at Martha, who was clutching her arm in pain, frantically punching her arm against the stone wall.

With each punch, the scars on Martha's arms cracked a little, and the swollen arms, which were originally filled with blood-red bugs, gradually lost weight, and it could be seen from the wounds that the bugs were crawling frantically under Martha's skin, eating at her muscles, burrowing into her bones, and the original blood-red color on it gradually disappeared, regaining its silvery white color.

Martha's exposed neck and other skin gradually cracked, and tiny cracks crawled wildly across her body.

The skin that had been cracked was a bright red color, but soon the blood color faded and was replaced by a silvery-white color, and even larger clefts, with silvery-white arthropods moving.

It was as if Martha's whole being had been replaced by those silvery-white centipedes.

A chilling aura gradually appeared in Martha's body.

"That's ......," Jagrenth stared at Martha, "what a horrible thing." ”

Martha, who was originally in pain, had gradually quieted down at this time, and sat quietly on her knees on the ground, her body motionless.

"Martha......" Linsa cried out with some concern.

The last crack completely disappeared on Martha's face, and hearing Linsha's voice, she slowly raised her head and opened her eyes.

The eyes that were originally large and bright had now turned into some kind of monster-like eyes.

The whites of her black eyes were only a small part, and the silver-white pupils occupied almost the entire eye socket, and around her pupils were two small gray patterns, slowly crawling around the pupils like two centipedes.

Almost with a glance, Jagras could feel a malice, as if she was being targeted by some extremely large evil, a malice that was almost oppressed to the point that her heart exploded, and it appeared in Martha's eyes nakedly.