The feeling was no more comfortable than drunk, and the smell of blood in my mouth made me want to vomit all the time, but the water in the swamp didn't guarantee that I wouldn't have diarrhea after drinking. But it was so uncomfortable that I couldn't care about diarrhea anymore, so I rinsed my mouth with water so that I wouldn't vomit again.

After lying on the ground for a while, the feeling of hunger came again, and I hurriedly gathered some firewood from the side, sliced the meat, picked it on the tip of the knife, and roasted it on the fire.

The crocodile meat grilled this time was much more fragrant than the first time I ate it, but the process of waiting for the meat to cook was painful. By the time I had finished eating the meat, it was almost dusk.

Although I have learned some survival skills, I can keep myself alive to some extent, but I still can't be invulnerable like some people's heroes, even if they are injured, they don't seem to have a big problem, and my current state is simply incomparable to them, and I can't get up from such a small experience.

After much deliberation, I decided that I should not run around at night, so I ate as much as I could before dark, and then prepared my rations for tomorrow or the next few days. And because I couldn't get pure water, I had to find as many plants as I could that resembled northern mosses and squeeze out the water to quench my thirst.

After a night like this, I feel much better. I decided to keep going and find the orc camp. It's easier to find your way through this swampy forest, where there are no trees that are so dense that they obscure the sky. It's still very easy to orient yourself through the sun and the moss in the shade.

And when I go to the swamp, I often find some small streams on the ground, which solves a big problem for me.

At dusk that day, when I was about to make a fire, I suddenly heard a whirring sound from the bushes not far away, the cry of some kind of creature.

Gently got up and quietly touched in that direction, the closer I got to the sound the more wrong it was, it wasn't from a beast.

Squatting behind the bushes, the amazing scene in front of me was something I will never forget. Two large ogres are intertwined, unleashing their passion. This kind of scene is not only unique, but the level of excitement and spicy eyes is unique, but in my eyes they are not much different from the wild boar that is bred. But what surprised me the most was that there were female ogres. However, it is really not easy to distinguish between male and female under their almost identical appearance.

The two ogres came out to steal the fun, which means that there must be a camp of them nearby. So I drew my bow and arrow from the back of my buttocks, and I wanted to make sure that I had an arrow to seal my throat.

With the arrow on the string, I was waiting for the two ogres to make their final sprint, and they got so bad that I lost my patience.

So I slowly adjusted my position, and came to the side and back of the two ogres, and the one in the upper position should be a male ogre, his fat waist squirmed hard, looking at it The fat body, my knife may not be able to stab it to death.

Because they don't have a lot of movement, it's not hard to aim at its neck. I didn't have time to watch how they let off steam, so I spread the bowstring in my hand.

The arrow plunged straight into its neck, and when it was stunned, my second arrow landed on the bowstring, and before he could react, the second arrow hit it directly in the head. The arrow will definitely not be able to save its eyes from this angle, and the depth of the shot I estimate will destroy its brain.

Sure enough, the guy above didn't move, and his heavy body pressed against the one underneath, and the one below struggled to push it away. I wouldn't give it much of a chance, and jumped out from behind the bushes, and the ogre below had its mouth wide open, and the expression on its ugly face must have been surprised, but certainly not shy, as far as I could see.

When the arrow went into its face, it was honest, and when it roared and tried to pull out the arrow, I followed and stabbed it in the neck, and the battle was over.

It's a little different from the ogres I've seen, but in my eyes they don't need to be dressed at all, and the two ogres don't take off their outer leather aprons when they get together. However, their physiology seems to be roughly the same as that of humans.

After checking that they didn't seem to have anything special, I wasn't going to change their two final positions.

The screams they had just made didn't cause a reaction in the surroundings, and I cautiously scouted around, but I didn't find the camp. Finally, following the footprints and traces they had left behind, I searched south for a long time, but at last I was surprised to find that the two ogres had bypassed the orc camp we had found.

But it's not surprising that the ogre, male and female, can have any bad thoughts when they leave the camp.

So I quietly approached the camp I found before, the number of orcs in that camp has decreased significantly, guarding a camp in Nuoda, but there are only a few hundred orcs left, where are the other orcs?

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, I infiltrated the camp, where there were no wolves, and even the orcs standing guard seemed to be very slack. It seems that if our army can get here, as long as this camp is captured, the next move of the orcs will be greatly curbed.

I searched the camp for a long time, but I didn't find anything of value or information. So I left the camp in the dark of night and ran along the road the orcs had built to the south. I firmly believe that this path will lead me to the gate through which they cross.

The woods ahead were growing again, and along the way you would find discarded carts, broken or intact bones of all kinds, some clothing, and even rotting pieces of corpses beside some fires. Droppings along the way show that no wolves have passed by in this area for a long time.

The road is very long, and the whole day is still walking through the endless dense forest. It's a wood, but it's much stronger than a swamp, at least there aren't as many mosquitoes here.

I curled up on the branches of the treetops and waited for the next day's dawn, when I suddenly noticed that the light of the fire in the distance aroused my great curiosity!

But starting a fire in the woods so far away from the roadside would be either orcs or our scouting team, and it would be nice if it was human.

After sneaking closer, I was disappointed again, not orcs, not humans, not trolls, but four ogres. The four ogres sat around the campfire, and they sat silently without speaking or moving.

I reached for the bow and arrow behind my buttocks, and in the woods at night, I was confident that I could have dealt with them all if I had struck first.

Just as I was about to draw my bow and arrows, the four ogres fell to their knees facing the campfire. They...... In prayer? It was a good opportunity, and I held the bow in my left hand, three arrows in my fingers, and an arrow against the bowstring in my right hand.

Suddenly, the fire that had been burning quietly burst out, and the color of the fire seemed to change to a dull blue! They muttered something in their mouths, and the flames that swayed in the air.

I gently relaxed the bowstrings to see what they were up to, and when I first came up with the idea, a strange thought came to my mind, and I told myself that I had to obey the gods.

As soon as this thought came to me, another thought immediately occurred to me, God is omnipotent!

Then I couldn't help but tell myself that God is omnipotent!

But when I tried to block out this thought, I found that my mind had repeated the phrase uncontrollably, "Bow down at the feet of the gods and listen to the call of the gods......

I laughed, trying to interrupt the thought by trying to do something else, but I couldn't. I shook my head and picked at my ears. I realized it wasn't a hallucination, and I fell to the ground in an instant.

My eyes widened in horror for fear that the ogre would spot me, but my mouth trembled. I heard the footsteps approaching, the light footsteps, the rustle of stepping on the grass on the ground. The footsteps stopped not far from me, and did not move.

But the phrase kept repeating in my head, "I'm listening to your call......"

I shouted in my heart, shut up What is this mess! What happened! Think no more!

But I couldn't resist that thought in my heart, and that phrase kept repeating itself in my heart, and I couldn't restrain myself.

I seemed to hear a voice from the abyss, no, I didn't hear it, no one was talking to me, it was just an idea in my own head.

No, I seemed to hear something, like the song of a whale in the depths of the ocean, or the chirping of a conch. I seemed to hear it, and I didn't hear anything, and I don't know if I heard it or not...... Or I didn't know what I was hearing, but it felt so deep that the sun could never reach it.

A chill began to spread from my back, "Who are you......"

The thought crossed my mind. I don't know if I'm asking myself or if I'm asking the abyss that doesn't seem to exist...... Or maybe the abyss is asking me questions.

I am......

I forced myself not to think about it, not to say it.

You are...... Who?

I am...... Plums......

I am...... I gritted my teeth, I don't say anything! But my mind was constantly tempting, trying to spit out that word.

I tried my best to force myself to divert my attention, but the impulse that always appeared in a flash finally broke through my thoughts.

Mason!

When the word flashed through my mind, my body moved all at once. The strong sense of oppression disappeared all at once.

Although my body can move, I still don't dare to move, quietly exploring all the movements around me. Feeling that there was no danger around me, I slowly climbed up.

In addition to the four ogres, there was a monster of about the same size and all white around them.

Their mouths were muttering, and the white monster circled around them a few times before turning and walking into the woods.

Frightened, I pinched the bow and arrow in my hand, only to find that my fingers had lost most of their strength. Looking at the ogres in front of me, I dismissed the idea of killing them.

In the blink of an eye, the ogre, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to come to his senses, they got up from the ground, and then sat back on the ground and talked to each other again.

They must have been holding some ritual just now, this group of ogres is really strange, those two ogres should have escaped, so what are these four doing here?

I gave up on the idea of continuing to study them, I wanted to find the dark door, and that was all that mattered.