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202: Escape from the Dead

He was so exhausted now that he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, so he could only lie down on the ground and rest.

Tom turned his head and saw the poisonous leopard burned to ashes. His breathing gradually slowed down. He was too tired and needed to slow down for a while.

Joel felt that his physical condition was extremely bad. There was not even a piece of intact flesh on his left arm. His throat was sore and burning. The poisonous gas had been raging in his body for a while. He coughed twice and a little blood spurted out.

come out.

Tom lay on his side, staring at Joel with a pair of eyes of different colors. His eyes gradually became cloudy and his breath gradually became lighter.

Joel wanted to take out the fresh food from the pocket bag, but his fingers kept trembling and he couldn't keep using it.

"Tom, help me!" Joel quickly called the tiger. It was still barely able to move, and its strong body could barely withstand the poisonous gas.

Tom understood what Joel meant, and quickly moved his big head over, and took out the small blue bag from the pocket of Joel's pants.

Joel flexed his two fingers, tremblingly took it in, and took a lot of effort to take out the fresh food.

He opened the cover with his thumb, and the white powder covered his scarred left arm as his palm trembled.

With a little pain, the wound began to heal gradually, and Tiger Tom opened his mouth in surprise when he saw this scene.

In its opinion, this kind of item was too magical, so Tom quickly moved his body forward.

Joel handed the remaining fresh juice to it. Without any hesitation, Tiger Tomis directly took the bottle of fresh juice in his mouth, raised his head and sprinkled it down.

Taking advantage of Tiger Tom's rest time, Joel opened the system panel and tried to find an antidote in the mall that could remove the Neopard's nerve gas.

After returning in vain, Joel's heart felt cold. The poisonous gas was now constantly destroying his body. If it continued, he would not be able to get out of the Forbidden Forest.

Tiger Tom threw the bottle of fresh food on the ground, and he narrowed his eyes slightly at the dull pain at the wound.

Finally, it noticed that Joel's breathing was getting faster and his chest was rising and falling more and more obviously. It could be seen that he was having trouble breathing.

Only then did Tom realize that Joel was different from him in that the poisonous leopard was not very resistant to poisonous gas. If he did not receive effective treatment, he would not be able to see the rising sun tomorrow morning.

Tom rubbed his big head against Joel's body.

"Don't move..." Joel's voice was hoarse, and it took a lot of effort to speak. After a few breaths, a mouthful of blood sprayed out and hung at the corner of his mouth.

A trace of unbearability flashed in the tiger's eyes. It growled softly several times, then stretched out its tongue and licked Joel's face. The barbs on the feline's tongue licked the blood off Joel's face.

Joel felt that it was getting dark. The moon and stars that had been quietly in the sky had disappeared. The stream in the valley no longer made the clear sound of water flowing. His world had become silent.

He knew that these nerve gases gradually closed off his five senses, but he could only sit back and wait for death, lying on the wet grass to welcome his death.

He could no longer see with his closed eyes, but he could feel liquid dripping into his mouth, with a somewhat salty smell.

Is it rain?

wrong.

Joel reacted immediately, and the sensations from other parts of his body told him that there was no raindrops in the sky.

It's blood.

Tiger Tom's blood.

It lay on its side and aimed its wound at Joel's mouth. It specially selected a wound that was not soaked in poisonous gas, and poured the blood flowing from it into Joel's mouth drop by drop.

The beast tried to use primitive methods to save Joel, and to do so, it did not hesitate to cut the wound that had just been slightly healed by applying white blood.

Tom himself didn't know whether the blood in his body was useful, but he knew that he was immune to the poisonous gas of the poisonous leopard to a certain extent - which is why he was able to run back to Hagrid's hut from the distant mountains smoothly.

Now it can only hope that its own blood can effectively relieve Joel's injury. Its injury is also very serious. If it does not rely on Joel, it will be difficult for it to return to the cave under the mountain.

As a steady stream of blood was injected into Joel's mouth, Tom's body began to tremble slightly. The injury he suffered was not light at all, and more importantly, the previous very serious abdominal wound had completely opened.

Just when it was about to give up, Joel's motionless body finally responded, and his right hand holding the wand shook slightly.

Then, after his eyelashes fluttered for a few seconds, Joel opened his eyes again.

The bright moonlight once again poured into his eyes, and Joel felt that the burning feeling in his throat was slowly fading away.

Although he was still having trouble breathing, Joel was finally able to get up from the ground.

He patted Tom on the head.

"Thank you Tom..."

The tiger was lying on the side sickly and in low spirits.

Joel exchanged another bottle of white juice from the system mall, first stopped the bleeding for Tiger Tom, and then picked up the wand.

He wanted to use a floating spell to take Tom out of the mountains, but Tom shook his head repeatedly and rejected Joel's kindness.

Joel then thought about it and discovered the insecurity. He had to protect himself and Tom from being discovered. They were so weak now that if something unexpected happened in the Forbidden Forest, it would be too late to regret it.

He exchanged a bottle of magic recovery potion in the system mall and drank it directly.

The magic power that was originally surging inside the body now only remains as a small stream, and the rest of the magic power is still blocked by the poisonous gas.

Joel felt that his magic power had returned to about 30%, and he quickly used the Disguise Charm to cover his and Tiger Tom's bodies, and moved forward little by little toward the distant mountains.

He was lucky. He didn't encounter any ferocious beasts all the way out of the distant mountains. Maybe those ferocious beasts were afraid of the poisonous leopards in the mountains and did not dare to come to look for food.

They successfully walked through the territory of the eight-petaled flower. This strange flower has a tightly closed mouthparts, and the eight-petaled flowers are tightly gathered to protect the mouthparts.

It looked like he had eaten and drank enough.

Joel didn't hesitate anymore and got into the fog with Tiger Tom beside him.

After descending the hillside, Joel felt a little flustered as he listened to the intimidating howls of wolves around him.

The forbidden forest at the foot of the distant mountain seemed to be possessed by a demon. It was already early in the morning, and there were countless beasts roaring here. The forest seemed to be a doomsday paradise.

The werewolves transformed into giant wolves, roared with triumph, threw all kinds of beasts to the ground, and relied on the strength of their numbers to gnaw a leopard into a skeleton.

Then they hunted other animals with the smell of blood in their mouths, and for a while everyone in the Forbidden Forest was in danger.

Tom looked coldly at the messy Forbidden Forest and said nothing, just lowering his head and following behind Joel.

There is not much magic left in the body.

I drank another bottle of magic restorer, but the effect was not very good. Each time I took it within 48 hours, the effect of the magic restorer would be halved. If I continued, even if Joel poured all his money into it, there was nothing he could do.

Get out of the forbidden forest.

Tiger Tom seemed to notice something. He raised his head and sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose. There was a bit of hope in his tired, heterochromatic eyes.

A tall black figure was running towards them quickly, looking very energetic. Joel tightened his grip on the wand in his hand.

It wasn't until he left the dense forest and was exposed to the bright moonlight that Joel breathed a sigh of relief.

It's the gamekeeper, the half-giant Hagrid.


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