The half-orc Solu kicked Zhao Mai a few times, and wanted to crouch down and break his neck, but suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. The crimson color of the pen and the fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info disappeared from his eyes, and when the rage ended, exhaustion immediately rushed up, and now there was a wound on his thigh that had lost blood, making the sequelae of the rage even more serious.

The barbarian's fury was originally a method of overdrawing the body's functions for a short time, and behind a period of strength was the same period of weakness. Soru's berserk is not powerful enough, and the after-effects are relatively minor, but with a lot of blood loss, it can still produce serious symptoms.

He tore the clothes off his body, tore off the strips of cloth and tied them hard to the base of his thighs. The blood flow slowed down, but it still didn't stop. "Bastard, why doesn't this work?" he covered his eyes and dragged his injured leg as he struggled to climb into the hollow of the Ranger Carl's tree. It is filled with bottles and jars of herbs with different functions, including hemostatic agents.

Reserve grain whined beside Zhao Mai, sticking out his tongue and licking his ears. In the past, this always woke up the owner and made him laugh happily. But now the owner can only lie motionless on the ground, and there is no reaction.

It felt murderous from the orcs, partly against itself, partly at its master, and of course more at its master. So the most important thing now is to hide the master from the orcs.

The puppy raised his head, his eyes sparkled, and then quickly rushed to the Ranger tree on his short legs. It probed its head and leaned on the edge of the tree hole that was not completely repaired, and looked back at the distance from Zhao Mai from time to time.

The sound of tumbling cabinets overhead stopped, and the orc Thorox found the ointment and was stopping the bleeding for himself. In addition to the wound on the thigh, the wound on the eye also needs to be treated. He had to endure a severe headache and try to concentrate while relaxing his emotions. Instincts from half-orcs are useless at this time, and only the emotional control taught by the rangers can help.

It was only when the impulse was reduced that remorse welled up in my heart. The situation in front of us is very difficult to deal with, and the blood stains all over the ground cannot be concealed. The wound on the inner thigh is very stubborn, and even with the best ointment and bandage, blood will still leak out, and you can't use force at all. In this way, there is no way to carry "Mike" into the jungle, and the inability to destroy the corpse means that the suspicion cannot be cleared.

It seems that you have to hide for a while, and slowly think of an excuse while healing the wound. Even if he can't destroy the corpse, "Mike" must be killed, and he can't leave a living mouth, and the orcs also know that there is no proof of death. Carl has a lot of weapons in his chest, so just grab one.

The clatter of metal clashing came overhead, and the reserve knew that he was running out of time. It jumped out of the tree hole, snorted and rushed to Zhao Mai's side, and jumped on his belly. Then, it bit the waist of Zhao Mai's pants with its teeth, frowned and stared in the direction of the tree hole, its back arched.

The fluffy hairs quickly stand upright, and from time to time there are arcs of electricity rising in the direction of the hairs. Reserve food straightened all fours, and the whole body trembled. With a faint "poof" sound and a cloud of black smoke, the man and dog disappeared in an instant.

The big white goose "sausage" paced in square steps, sat at the door of the bottom half of the tree hole, bent its neck to arrange the feathers on its body. When it raised its wings, it was just enough to cover Zhao Mai, who was motionless in the tree hole, and the puppy who was stunned by the loss of strength.

So when the half-orc Solu finished bandaging his wounds and left the tree hole with a scimitar, he couldn't find any trace of Zhao Mai. He didn't think that Zhao Mai was hiding in the hollow of the tree at the bottom, but thought that the human had fled into the dense forest after waking up, driven by fear. He limped and slowly walked to the place where Zhao Mai had gone before. The injury to his right eye affected his ability to observe footprints, and the headache undermined his judgment.

In a trance, he thought he had seen the route of "Mike's" escape, so he followed it. As he passed by the spare wheel shield, Solu picked it up, weighed it and carried it on his back.

If you don't have the fury to affect your mind, orcs aren't stupid.

Zhao Mai did not have any bleeding wounds, and his coma was mainly caused by lack of oxygen and concussion. After he fell into a deep sleep, the positive energy left by the angel on his shoulder began to work, and the injury was quickly healed. Feeling this energy, Reserve Grain worked hard to turn over, rolled onto Zhao Mai's shoulder, and then continued to sleep on his stomach.

In a trance, Zhao Mai had a strange dream. He recovered from his injuries and walked naked in the pine forest. The animals around him, whether they were elves and quirky squirrels, playful and curious monkeys, or tall and graceful forest deer, turned their heads to look at him.

Zhao Mai felt very ashamed and immediately covered his lower body with his hands. At this moment, he found that his arms had turned into wings, and his lower body had become bird legs, and he kicked hard and flew into the sky.

Flying is a wonderful feeling, but being a birdman is not a good thing. Zhao Mai cried as he flew, and his tears spilled into the forest and turned into pouring rain.

Suddenly a black-red fire broke out in the forest, at first it was just a small flame, and then it turned into a large fire. His tears turned into rain, but he couldn't extinguish these flames.

Like ************, the black fire scorched the trees and hardened the ground. The once fertile earth was transformed into lava stone. The animals scattered in terror, and the black and red fire stretched out its arms and kept scratching at the poor creatures. The path left for them to escape was actually a trap, and eventually the entire forest became a sea of fire, and countless lives became the fuel of the Flame of Destruction.

The bird that Zhao Mai turned into took in this scene, and he no longer shed tears, but came to his senses. He already knew he was dreaming, but he didn't know why he was dreaming like this and how he could wake up from it.

At the same time that he realized this, he reverted to a human body, standing above a cloud of white clouds. He is also no longer naked, but in full clothes. Through movies, television, and video games, Zhao Mai has already seen countless more gorgeous and magical and more whimsical scenes, so everything just now can no longer easily touch his nerves.

"Just say what's going on, don't fix all this nonsense. Zhao Mai shouted around, he estimated that he had fallen into some kind of dream spell. "Don't hide, I know there's someone. I know you have no ill intentions and will definitely want me to do something. If I could, I'd do my best – and of course don't let me work in vain. ”

The clouds rolled, and there was a sound of laughter and laughter from inside, like countless small animals talking to each other. Zhao Mai pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but he couldn't understand anything.

In this stalemate, Zhao Mai also stood bored on the clouds, watching the wind rise and watch the clouds fall. After a while, the scenery finally changed. A cloud of white clouds rose from in front of Zhao Mai, rolled inward and gathered, and then condensed into a human figure.

"Now, it's all changed anyway, so can't it be prettier?" Zhao Mai sighed in disappointment.