Chapter 8 of the second chapter of The Beast's Blood Boils. I don't know when it started, and a thin mist rose in the woods.
This mist is very light, at least countless times lighter than the poisonous miasma in the "Sea of Mist". Although the trees in the Demon Realm at night have reduced their leaves to the maximum extent, the moonlight that can shine through the canopies of the trees is too much.
It had become thinner, and now a thin layer of mist was added to it, causing Bergman to stumble even more.
There were originally no roads in the woods. At most, there was only a cross-traversing trail, which was walked by many adventurers over the years. After the trails were formed, people's inertia was formed. No matter how rugged these trails were,
No one intends to open up a good road. In fact, the situation in Zorro's adventure group is not much different from this road - no matter whether those ladies are lucky or miserable, I am afraid that none of them really care about others.
Share Bogart's thoughts.
However, since Bogart usually does not clearly express his intentions, this means that everyone still has a chance. But if someone goes too far and affects the stability of the entire adventure group, the result will only be that he will lose himself.
It's just a competition opportunity. Therefore, even though the road conditions are very bad, the road is narrow and crowded, everyone still has to force a smile and walk together.
At least in the eyes of pessimists, this is the truth of the matter.
Bergman's performance this night was truly extraordinary. She was the last one to join this adventure group, but she was also the first one to leave the group voluntarily. In order to prevent the people from the adventure group from catching up.
, she didn’t even walk on the path, she just randomly estimated a direction and walked straight through the trees. Fallen leaves and dead branches stepped under her feet, making strange creaking sounds from time to time, in the silent night sky.
It could be passed very far, which forced Bergman to slow down his pace.
Then, the fog came. Bergman's eyes were not good to begin with, and now it was even more difficult to see what was under her feet. She was already stumbling and fell down two or three times before long. Fortunately, there were fallen leaves on the ground.
It's thick enough, and her body is very light, so she didn't even have a small scratch. If anyone else had been traveling in this situation, they would have twisted both feet long ago, but our witch did not.
Miss Demon did not.
Although Bergman's legs and feet were unstable, her heart was very stable at this moment, very, very stable. If she had been in this state of mind at the original dance, then maybe she wouldn't have held the dish to that hateful silver eye
On the head.
Of course, if that were the case, Bergman would not have the opportunity to see the grown-up Bogart, and it would be impossible for him to have such a stable state of mind now.
Bogart is a very nice person. Being able to stay by his side is the only bright color in his life, which is not bright and dark. Bogart is like Bergman's Diplo. No matter where he goes, he will turn into a warm and welcoming person.
The realm of demons. No matter how gloomy and gloomy your own existence is, you can still feel his meticulous care.
It's a pity that this Emperor Polo did not shine just for Bergman. Even if it is the sun of the devil world, there will still be trees and flowers that rely on him to grow, there will still be wild beasts running in the sun, and birds singing in the shade of flowers.
.Those girls who did not deliberately try to please Bogart still existed to gather around him. Everyone knew this, including Bergman.
But this wasn't what she wanted, at least, not entirely.
Bergman would rather he and Bogart were like two fragrant handkerchiefs in the night sky, existing only to shine on each other.
This idea is very selfish and luxurious. Bergman, who usually wears maid uniforms, doesn't dare to think about it. This is also something that girls in armor and robes also don't dare to think about. During the day, the leaves will turn toward the sun.
Unfold them and sway in the warm wind, trying to shine one and a half more rays. At night, they can only close each other obediently into needles and float alone in the cold wind.
Therefore, no girl found out that Bergman had escaped. They themselves had no similar thoughts at all. They took it for granted that everyone was the same as them, following the same principles and playing the trick of "fair competition". Even if they
When I heard Bergman's scattered footsteps, I just thought it was a strange wind.
The wind was blowing, and the night wind in the devil world was not only cold, but also had a bone-piercing penetration. No matter how low Bergman's body temperature was, or whether she had specially added a few layers of clothes for the evening trip, she was still completely intact.
It cannot withstand the cold wind at night in the demon world. Only the mutated monsters that are active in the forest at night all year round can easily withstand this cold wind.
I don't know when Bergman's back began to be decorated with several mutant monsters.
Each of these guys is two to three meters long, with slender and muscular legs, and a flat round head. Although there is no protruding long snout, there are two rows of flat and bloody mouths that split toward the ears.
Shining sharp teeth. This kind of monster is neither like a cat nor a dog. It is a natural ice-wind monster. It is astonishingly fast but also as timid as a mouse. With a body length of two to three meters, it is the only one among mutant monsters.
It can be considered a small font, even much smaller than the blue wind wolves on a certain island. Their innate magic is just a simple ice blade and wind blade.
Whether all mutant beasts mutate in a powerful direction, the demon world has yet to come to an accurate conclusion on this research topic.
A mutated arcane beast like this, which is almost a cross between Frost Snow Pichu and Wind Wolf, seems to have no future no matter how high the level is. No matter in terms of size, talent magic or even appearance, there is no shock at all. Even
Some people suspect that this kind of monster makes a living by secretly rummaging through the trash piles of demons at night. Because their own combat power is quite limited, they do not pose any threat to adventure groups or other mutant beasts. They cannot be seen during the day.
The figure can only be seen occasionally in the jungle at night.
However, compared with these useless guys, the sick Bergman was not much better at all. She was already feeling a little exhausted just a few hundred meters away from the camp. Bergman had never felt that breathing was as difficult as it is now, although
The night wind had numbed everything from her nostrils, mouth to trachea and even lungs, but it seemed like she still couldn't breathe any air. She could only open her mouth as wide as possible and exhale and inhale in vain.
The only consequence of this completely unscientific breathing method was that Bergman's throat soon began to feel thirsty. If he could still move forward with difficulty before, after the thirst reached a certain level, his throat felt like needles pricking him, and he could no longer move forward.
He couldn't bear the heavy breathing. Once he entered this situation, Bergman's legs and feet could not take a step forward.
When the mutant dogs saw Bergman stop, they also cautiously stopped moving forward, and hid one by one in places where Bergman could never see them. If their eyes weren't still shining with green light,
Bergman almost missed them.
Bergman was sitting on the ground drinking water when he saw these mutant dogs following behind him.
Strictly speaking, it couldn't be considered drinking water, because Bergman's kettle had long been frozen into a solid ice cube in the night wind, and it was impossible to pour out even a drop. But Miss Bergman was not stupid.
, years of hard life gave her enough experience to deal with this kind of thing. In fact, the method is very simple, just add some water storage devices like bamboo tubes.
The reason why kettles or water bags cannot pour water is because, whether in the Aegean continent or the Demon Realm, these containers are naturally small in mouth and large in belly. Not to mention freezing the bottleneck part, even if a larger lump is randomly frozen in the container
, will block the opening when pouring water, and then form a vicious cycle.
Some girls in the adventure group have constant-temperature arrays attached to their containers, so there is no need to worry about this problem. But Bergman is no different. All her water bottles or water bags are the most ordinary ones, and they will definitely freeze at night.
So before he decided to run away, Bergman secretly prepared some bamboo tubes and the like, just like making ice cream molds. Fill a dozen similar things with water, and you can chew them directly even if you can't drink them at night.
These small icicles are used to quench thirst. In Bergman's original plan, these reserves were enough to support her to go very far.
However, it was obvious that Miss Lich had overestimated her own leg strength and physical strength. Moreover, when she couldn't hold on anymore and started to rest and drink water, she chewed the icicles she had broken off in her small mouth and made a loud crunching sound.
I saw a few green lights shining in the jungle behind me.
Bergman is very familiar with these mutated ice wind dogs, because based on her living environment, she has personally seen these mutated dogs sneaking into demon towns at night to look for food. However, what is completely different from the legend is that these guys are not
They won't dig through garbage dumps because they are not vegetarians, and they can't just rummage around to make ends meet.
Their real food is demons.
They are those demons who are the same as Bergman, or even poorer.
Those demons couldn't even afford to live in a shelter, so they could only find some barely hiding places in the nooks and crannies of the town. They had no choice but to live or die in case of any disease or the like.