The bright moonlight filled the grassland, and the breeze caused the grass to rise and fall.
The mountains in the distance are like a series of black shadows.
Not long after He Boqiang left this deserted grassland, three evil ghosts chased him.
They saw the evil ghost with its head cut off lying in a pool of purple blood, and immediately began to trace the surrounding traces. They didn't even pay attention to the evil ghost's body, but hurriedly checked the traces on the wound, and then quickly followed He Boqiang.
The traces left behind were pursued non-stop.
These three evil ghosts are more than three meters tall, with black demon patterns all over their bodies, and ferocious ghosts with bulges on their heads.
Although they have not yet reached the strength of the horned devil, they are still on the verge of advancement.
The strength of this kind of evil ghost is comparable to that of a first-level construct knight of around level 15. Even if they meet on a narrow road in the wild, they will have a slight upper hand with their physical advantages.
This group of evil ghosts discovered traces of a human warrior in this deserted grassland while patrolling the Gandaer Mountains.
The valley between the mountains was covered with grass everywhere. It was not easy to search for a human warrior in such a large piece of grass. Five evil spirits got into the grass and went their separate ways.
Seeing that the weakest evil spirit in the team had his head chopped off by the enemy, with a bloody hole pierced in his forehead, and the magic core in his head taken away by a human soldier, the three evil spirits could not stop being angry, and they stayed with He Bo.
He left traces of his body and chased him in the direction where He Boqiang escaped.
With his keen intuition, He Boqiang could feel that danger was slowly approaching. He ran as fast as possible towards the opposite hillside.
There was a dense red pine forest on the uphill slope a few hundred meters ahead. He thought that as long as he got into the dense forest, it would be safer than this piece of grassland.
Unexpectedly, I planned to take a shortcut back to the camp of the 57th Regiment, but my direction deviated a little in the mountains. Not only did I not find the river valley, I actually encountered an evil ghost on the way.
Surdak also said that the encounter between the evil ghost scout team and the human patrol team in the wild was basically a life-or-death situation.
Under normal circumstances, once the infantry regiment soldiers find an evil spirit, they will hide away as soon as possible.
The difference in strength between the two sides is too great. The most important thing for the patrol team is to bring this information to the group, so if they can avoid fighting, they must avoid fighting as much as possible.
If they cannot be avoided, they should also set up traps in advance and arrange suspicious formations to trap them.
He Boqiang looked down at the penetrating wound on his left arm, his heart filled with bitterness.
His lungs felt like they were on fire. Every time he took a breath, the wounds on his chest from the sharp thorns would cause a burst of pain.
He Boqiang crouched and hid in the grass. Through the moonlight, he could clearly see the three evil ghosts chasing after him in the grass a few hundred meters away. Two-thirds of their tall bodies were exposed.
Outside, it looked particularly eye-catching under the snowy moonlight.
Seeing them running on the grass with long strides, He Boqiang knew that if he kept running like this, he would not be able to outrun these evil spirits even if his intestines were broken.
He stopped at the edge of the grassland. In front of him was a deep and dark forest. The dense branches and leaves made the forest dark. Originally, he thought that as long as he got into the forest, he would be like a fish returning to the sea and find a place to hide.
Those evil ghosts may not be found.
He stopped, deliberately trampled down some withered grass at the edge of the grassland, and threw the iron square shield that was almost falling apart in his hand outside the grassland, making an illusion that he had crawled into the dense forest, and then he hugged the edge of his waist.
He walked back dozens of meters along the escape route, deliberately trampling down as many weeds as possible on the road to create a clear escape route.
But he got into a patch of night-sweeping vanilla. He took every step carefully, trying not to trample these vanilla leaves.
This vanilla leaf is not too high, and even if there are other weeds around it, he wants to hide himself with these grass leaves, almost crawling among the vanilla bushes.
I heard a thin squeaking sound in the distance, which must have been some tough thorny grass vines being torn off. Then there were clear footsteps, and the figure of an evil ghost turned out to be so tall in the moonlight.
He Boqiang lay quietly in the night-sweeping herb bushes more than 20 meters away. He didn't even dare to raise his head, for fear that his gaze would alert the evil spirits.
At this time, the evil ghost stopped not too far away, and he kept scanning around.
He was about to walk towards He Boqiang's hiding place, but he found signs of lodging in the grass not far away. He ran over and found that these signs were very new, and he quickly called out in a low voice behind him.
Immediately, two evil ghosts came from behind, and the three evil ghosts followed the traces laid by He Boqiang and chased towards the dark forest on the other side of the hillside.
At this time, He Bo reluctantly got up from the grass, gritted his teeth and walked along the path he came from to the depths of the grassland.
When he discovered that there was a pursuer behind him, he knew that he did not have sufficient physical strength and good condition. Even if he fled into the dense forest, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of those evil ghosts.
He succeeded in evading the evil spirits in his old suspicion formation, but he did not intend to escape back to the indigenous village.
In that case, it is no surprise that it will bring disaster to the indigenous villages hidden in the canyon.
He Boqiang ran all the way back to the place where he killed the evil ghost. As expected, the evil ghost's body was still lying on the grass, and there was no evil ghost to collect it.
He picked up the devil's head from the ground, then found a place with thick grass and got into it.
He Boqiang quickly opened a clearing in the grass and took out four pottery bowls from his bag.
Two of the four pottery bowls were broken in the fight with the evil spirits. At this moment, He Boqiang didn't care anymore. He took out some gray stone powder from his backpack and put them into the four pottery bowls respectively.
Although two pottery bowls were broken, He Boqiang also put limestone powder on the two pottery bowl fragments.
Then he placed the four pottery bowls in the four corners of the open space and ignited the gray stone powder in the pottery bowls. Suddenly, a small amount of blue flame burst out from the pottery bowls.
He stood in the middle of the open space, thinking about it for a while and worried that the ceremony would fail, and drew some symbols under his feet. After finishing this, he stopped. He sat down cross-legged and recited some unfamiliar indigenous spells in his mouth, while raising his hands.
The ground swayed.
As the spell ended, a faint beam of light suddenly descended from above his head, and a phantom of the demon god appeared in front of He Boqiang. This phantom looked almost the same as his own 'power'.
The only difference is that the two pairs of eyes of this phantom seem to contain a hint of majesty.
He Boqiang followed the steps given to him by the great wizard Inoyatila, and placed the evil ghost's head next to him in front of the demon's shadow. The evil ghost's head slowly burned amidst the sound of He Boqiang's spell.
The flames gradually extinguished, and the evil ghost's head completely disappeared in front of He Boqiang's eyes.
The phantom of the demon god stood in front of He Boqiang, turning around with a smiling face, and a blessing force poured into He Boqiang's body like sweet spring water...