Barbarus, at night, in a medium-sized village.

Hades held a crossbow in his hand, his back against the earthen wall, and he aimed his crossbow tightly at the doorway, his whole body tense and motionless.

There was a chuckle outside the door, and the wooden door panel seemed to have been scraped with fingernails, and the yellow-green poisonous gas seeped into the room from the crack in the door.

Hades stared at the door.

An eerily long, eerily white finger came through the crack in the door, stained with black-purple slime.

It slid unhurriedly downward, scratching the bolt, and the moment the slime touched the iron deadbolt, rust instantly climbed onto the iron, and a half-new iron deadbolt was suddenly rusty.

Hades predicted and raised his crossbow high, he only had one chance.

The chuckle rose again, caressing Hades' ear.

The finger was pulled down, and the deadbolt was smoothly sliced open like tofu, falling to the ground with a muffled thud, ending its life of work.

A large, strange face leaned against the top of the door and poked in, pale eyes that took up half of the face peeking curiously into the room, looking for its toy.

At the moment when the alien probe entered the room, Hades instantly deducted his bow and crossbow, and the arrow went straight towards that ridiculously huge eye!

At the same time, without hesitation, Hades picked up the dagger, held a crossbow in one hand and a dagger in the other, and rushed towards the door, this alien body called the Pale Laugher is like a long-legged spider, even if the door is blocked, Hades can run out from under its legs!

Hades thought about it, rushed out and ran into the cornfield, this alien is not a slave grabber team of lords, just a kind of guy wandering in the poisonous fog, with a low IQ, they attack the village just to eat.

The average Pale Laugher doesn't break away from the colony and moves slowly, which means that if Hades runs out of their sight and out of the monsters' hunting circle, he has a chance of surviving!

The eerie smiling face seemed to be unaware of Hades' resistance, and the arrow plunged straight into the monster's pupil.

"Shh!!h

Crimson blood spurted out of the eyes and stuck in the doorway, and the monster's legs fluttered wildly and twitched! The huge pain makes the smile on the face even more weird!

Hades ran out from under the monster, using his dagger to block the long-legged men dancing wildly, but still smacked his left arm! Blood splattered!

Running out of the house, Hades saw four or five pale-laughers wandering around the village, their tragically dead bodies held high above their heads, and he recognized Hedila, with whom he had played, her entrails sprinkled on the pale-laughers' faces, limbs still struggling—

Hades felt his teeth bite through his lower lip, a trace of blood flowed out, anger and reluctance clenched him at the same time, his brain racing-

- The gap is too big, and you can only run away.

Without a hint of hesitation, the adrenaline magnified his senses to the extreme, and he ran desperately towards the white corn fields outside the village, his heart beating and the wind blowing swiftly in his ears.

The pale laugher chased after him, his insect-like feet making a clattering sound in the soft ground.

Hades could feel its rage, the monster screaming behind him.

- It's almost there!

Hades jumped into the towering cornfield, his face hurt when the corn leaves scraped the ground, he ran desperately, the poisonous mist churning beside him - he was running towards the more poisonous place, but he had no choice!

When you're weak, you can't do anything but run away!

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Hades didn't know how long he had been running, he kept running, running, running, the sound behind him gradually became smaller, the hoarse roar was dropped far behind, and gradually, all that was left in his ears was the sound of the wind and the crackling of corn leaves.

- The monster went back -

Such social monsters don't run far on their own, and in the food chain of Barbaros, they are also lower middle and lower.

He was right.

When Hades ran to the edge of a corn field at the very edge of the village, he stopped running.

The adrenaline subsided, and Hades felt a pain in his chest, not knowing if it was a heart-pounding pain or if it was caused by inhaling too much poison gas — or both.

His legs were shaking, his left arm was dripping with blood, and the wound was already showing signs of pus under the effect of the poisonous gas.

Hades looked around first and made sure there were no monsters around.

He tried to tear his clothes and bandage himself, and in Barbaros, bleeding is dangerous, which means that you are more likely to be detected by hunters, and it means that poison gas can kill you through your wounds.

That's why Hades decided to bandage first and then find a place to spend the night, and it was not a good choice to wander around with blood flowing.

He tried a few times, and then found that his hands were almost frozen - they stiffly maintained the position of clenching daggers and crossbows.

He had to wait a little longer, trying to regain control of his hand, and finally, the sensation of his hand returned, and he used his dagger to cut off the hem of his long-sleeved shirt and bandage his left arm.

No herbs, damn it, he forgot to bring it.

Finally, he shook his left arm, and the blood was still stained on the torn sleeve, and there was still a smell of blood, but the bleeding had stopped.

There is no way to wash the wound and wash away the smell of blood, and the water that can be obtained directly on Barbaros is contaminated, and the water that can be drunk needs to be filtered in advance.

Hades realized that he was still too careless, and he could have brought a water bottle and herbs, but he was suddenly interrupted by an attack with only a weapon and a gas mask.

It's still careless.

This means that the rest of the time will be difficult as well.

Hades gritted his teeth, there was nothing in his body that didn't hurt now, the little gruel he drank for dinner was not enough for the amount of activity he had just had, his limbs were weak, and his mind was empty.

In other words, now as long as a poisonous toad attacks him, he has to kneel.

He reloaded the crossbow and put it back in his bosom, and with his knife in hand, he staggered through the cornfield, knowing that there was a small freshly dug grave in the nearby cornfield, and where the carriage containing the bodies of the dead was also there, and where he could find some cover.

However, in fact, Barbaros never showed mercy to the weak.

A cacophony sounded from afar, and Hades hurried into the depths of the cornfield, where he was half-prostrate and covered his wound with his hands to prevent the smell of blood from escaping.

As time wore on, Hades could distinguish the voices clearly.

Footsteps, wails, the characteristic roar of steam vehicles, the clatter of tank tracks.

!! it!!

It's a fucking slave catcher of a high-level alien lord!!

Is he Hades really going to be here today??!!

The puppets who had been subjected to witchcraft by their lords were not sensible, but they could easily distinguish the smell of blood from the poisonous gas, and Hades did not expect to go undetected.

In an instant, a huge net soaked in poisonous juice landed on Hades' head with precision.

Hades didn't struggle, he couldn't get rid of this kind of thing on his own, he could only desperately make the desperate choice of staying still for the time being and maintaining his strength.

He was dragged out of the cornfield and crudely stuffed into an overcrowded wagon car.

He looked around numbly, men, women, and children, all of whom were crying in despair.

There is no chance of winning, no chance of winning at all, a huge power gap, in this world full of absolute malice.

This is the world of Warhammer, where weakness has always been the original sin.

He couldn't save anyone, he couldn't even save himself.

Despair and exhaustion caught Hades at the same time, and he fainted.

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Today, Hades is also crying like a toe-stamped ass.