The roar of the stick irritated Cesare's eardrums, and the boy felt his heart beat faster, and the blood from his limbs suddenly rushed to his brain, making him dizzy and ringing in his ears.

Cesare could hardly think about it anymore, and he could only discern Anya's dangerous message from the cacophony of voices.

Cesare never told Anya what he was doing on this trip, and Anya has been with her to this day without knowing it, and has never complained about the countless dangers she has encountered.

Cesare wasn't even sure he would have gotten this far without Anja...... God has taken away too many things from himself, many of which he can't get back, but at least he doesn't want Anya to fall into misfortune because of his own affairs.

Time was running out, his consciousness was reaching its limit, Cesare was not sure what the next minute or second he would fall, he only knew that when he got up again, he would no longer be himself.

Cesare leaped into the carriage and leaned down to the eyes of the man Polonis, wisps of mycelium dripping onto his instinctively trembling face.

"Take me to him." Cesare almost lost his voice, but he stopped paying attention to the changes in his body, and five "fingers" grabbed the collar of the man, Polonis, and roughly ripped him off the carriage.

It was as relaxed as he could, and then he took a few steps and rushed into the woods again, his body as light as paper, and in the woods Cesare even felt like he could move forward without stepping on the ground, as if flying low between the trees.

The human stick Bolonis was retched from the shake, but kept pointing in the direction. "This way! Keep moving forward! Since he had no arms, he could only shake his head as an indication of direction.

Cesare looked at him with his peripheral vision, making sure he wasn't going in the wrong direction. He still felt that he was running too slowly, even though he had no concept of time.

So he climbed a thick tree in a few strokes, dug his fingers deep into the trunk to fix his body, and then leaped from tree to tree, so that even the squirrel was frightened by the black shadow of the forest and fell from the branch.

"It's just ahead!" The man Polon Niss shouted.

The fog had almost completely cleared, and the surrounding trees had become sparse and Cesare had to fall, and he groped forward with his stick in hand, his vision becoming empty and the moonlight splashing.

But what appeared in front of him was not the figure of Captain Claudius, but only an endless field.

The weeds and the stench of decay were desolate, and only the rotten matter of the rice crops still had a trace of what the fields should be.

The fields were cracked, the mist was gone, there was no life, and a few dead trees were left untended here, except for a few crows crowning on the branches, as if mourning the desolation of the place.

"A little further on, a little further on!"

Cesare became suspicious as he looked at the dwarf he was carrying, but then he thought that Anya would have to walk through the field if she wanted to find the castle of the Hunyadi family, even though the air here was dull and oppressive, and it was a wasteland as far as the eye could see.

Cesare walked forward, and even though there were only crows hovering in the air, Cesare felt something staring at him, and he felt uncomfortable.

"Forward... Yes, just keep walking forward, making a snapping footstep like a little rabbit. Polonis laughed grimly, his smug tone making Cesareton feel bad.

It was as if something was following him behind him, and when he looked back, a "scarecrow" appeared on the way when he came.

It hung its head motionless, its slender roots digging deep into the mud, its arms stretched horizontally, and its whole body was like a large cross stuck in the field.

Cesare blinked in confusion, was he mistaken? Or is it the hyphae that affect their eyes that they don't see just now.

"What's the matter, keep walking. My regimental commander is in front, just kill Claudius and that girl will be safe! ”

Cesare turned his face back in disbelief, and continued to walk forward on the mud, the sound of loose dirt everywhere behind him, and the sound was getting closer, closer and closer, and Cesare had to look back again.

Obviously, he had already walked some distance, but the "scarecrow" was still not far behind him, maintaining the same posture and not moving, and there was definitely a problem......

There are more of them, one, two, three! Unconsciously, there were three "scarecrows" behind him, and this time Cesareco carefully watched his side, and there was absolutely no trace of the other two "scarecrows" just now.

Cesare swallowed a sharp pain in his throat as he watched the three "scarecrows" surround his retreat, and he turned around and began to run as hard as he could, trying to shake off the things that were unsettling.

His speed is very fast, and the muscles of his legs seem to have received some unknown blessing and are more bouncing, let alone a "scarecrow" stuck in the soil, even a running horse may not be able to catch up with him.

But a feeling of uneasiness rose up behind him again, and something was already so close that it could touch the back of its neck.

Cesare turned his head suddenly, and was instantly frightened into a cold sweat, the "scarecrow" was more than three meters high, bent over and touched the tip of Cesare's nose with his faceless face, which also made Cesare finally see what the "scarecrow" was.

There was a straw all over its body, clearly wriggling mycelium, it was a one-legged monster standing in the field, its outstretched arms swaying in the wind, as if trying to grasp something, as if it was dancing strangely.

This time, there were not just three, but countless numbers that surrounded Cesare's path.

They stood motionless at Cesare's side, in the same position, but with slightly raised faces as if staring at Cesare, waiting for him to be feasted upon when he turned again.

This "scarecrow" is different from all the monsters it has encountered before, the magic on its body is not like an infected creature, but as pure as the mycelium itself, they are real monsters.

Cesare stared at each of their creatures, cautiously backing away, as if they wouldn't move when watched.

But Polonis, the man was not frightened by the terrible sight, but twisted his body excitedly, and broke free while Cesare was frightened, and let himself fall heavily into the mud.

Cesare didn't know what the man had suddenly mad about, but he didn't dare to take his eyes off the "scarecrows".

Polonis writhed in the mud, laughing and crawling towards the "scarecrows", his wounds cracking open and bleeding all over the floor.

"Yes, that's it! I finally found it, and the story is true! The secret of the Hunyadi family is true! ”

The mycelium slowly crept up the body of the stick like a fast-growing crop from a field, and the slender threads bound Bolognes and crawled down his laughing mouth, then his nostrils, his ear canal, and even his eyes.

The mycelium was constantly invading his body, and he didn't care at all, but was excited like a complete madman.

"The story didn't lie to me! Someone has to be a rabbit to walk through the fields to lure them out, thank you Cesare! Thank you for being a rabbit and being that bait! ”