It looked like a walnut was growing inside his forehead, as if it was about to explode.
If someone said that a strange sarcoma had actually grown on his forehead, the young man would believe it.
The culprit of everything should be the little black ball that jumped into his forehead.
He really didn’t know what the little black ball the tree marten gave him was. He originally thought it was just an ordinary glass bead, but when he encountered the eight-legged sickle bug, he realized that it was not simple. It seemed to contain something
It was so powerful that he could directly kill this terrifying monster with his own hands.
It seems like a treasure, but this power seems...uncontrollable.
At least now, he cannot control this strange power, so that now he seems to be controlled by this power.
"Sandyadi? (Who?)"
The brown-haired wolf-headed man stopped chasing Heimer, who had been driven to the end, and turned his attention to this inexplicable intruder.
Although he was surrounded by dangerous packs of wolves, the young man's tone was still relaxed. He said: "I can't understand your birdsong. Anyway, to you... I am your enemy."
The splitting headache has clearly not subsided, and his consciousness is still blurry, but now his words and actions make it seem like there is nothing wrong with him.
It was as if...she was possessed by something, and the control of her body was no longer in her hands.
Although wings did not grow on his back this time, there seemed to be a flow of heat surging between his limbs. This power had indeed made him different from before, but was this change good or bad? The young man could not
Sure.
"Kuwa! (Kill!)"
These wolf-headed men also didn't understand what the boy said, but that didn't hinder anything. They originally planned to tear the human into pieces.
Six wolf-headed men came to kill at the same time. The young man wanted to use "static gaze" to judge the enemy's attack trajectory, but before that, his body moved involuntarily, and the young man himself did not even react much.
"Ugh!"
In an instant, all six wolf-headed men's attacks failed, and the wolf-headed man on the left suddenly screamed, then tried his best to cover his bloody throat, and finally fell down after struggling for a while.
To deal with the wolf-headed man wearing leather armor and tough fur, cutting his throat is the best way.
Haimer's previous attacks were basically aimed at the neck of the wolf-headed man. Of course, they, experienced warriors familiar with the weaknesses of the orcs, knew that if they attacked other parts, they would only cause some flesh wounds to these tenacious orcs.
The young man who had not only stayed in the Badafinger Legion, but also followed the legion leader for several months, naturally knew the weaknesses of these wolf-headed men, but he himself did not expect that he could be so fast, so fast that the wolf-headed man did not do anything at all.
If there was any reaction, let him approach the neck.
Then he used the dagger to slash the skin between the wolf-headed man's neck that was unprotected by hair and armor. Slitting the wolf-headed man's throat from this place was as easy as slicing cheese with a hot knife.
Both Heimer and Zeref looked at the person who came to help, but when they saw this person, they felt a little unrecognizable.
There is a kind of black rune on the young man's face and other exposed skin, which seems to be some ancient writing. If you look closely, you will find that these black runes are actually moving slowly under his skin, just like a
It's just a living little bug growing in flesh and blood, and it feels weird just to look at it.
Zeref said with a look of disbelief: "'Little wild boy'? Is it you?"
Heimer took this opportunity to breathe and tore off a piece of fabric from his underwear to wrap up the wound on his left shoulder.
Although he didn't know exactly what strange state this young man was in, Heimer knew that the matter would not end until these wolf-headed men were defeated.
The five wolf-headed men were stunned. They had no idea what had just happened.
A wolf-headed man standing nearby wanted to see what happened to his companion who suddenly fell, but it immediately dropped its weapon, covered its throat and rolled on the ground.
Most people will not die immediately after their throats are cut, not to mention that the vitality of wolf-headed men is already tenacious, so they can still struggle for a while. But this may not be a good thing. These two wolf-headed men are obviously dead, but they are still alive.
You have to suffer a lot before you die.
Having harvested two lives, the young man's heart did not waver at all. The edge of the dagger was dripping with blood. He wiped it with his sleeve, and then stopped where he was and waited for the next reaction of the wolf-headed men.
There are still four wolf-headed men left behind. I hope it will be as easy as before to deal with these four wolf-headed men.
"Ouch!!"
I thought that killing two of their companions in an instant would slightly dampen the morale of these wolf-headed men, but now it seems that they are even angrier.
The leading brown-haired wolf-headed man let out a wolf howl, and the remaining four wolf-headed men all charged towards the boy.
"Verus, is this really you?"
Nia murmured to herself, the word "worry" was written on her face.
At this time, she was holding her sister and hiding together by a thick tree trunk, quietly watching everything that happened there.
Because the boy had told her to stay here quietly and not come out until the matter was over. The girl originally listened to the boy's words, and she knew that going out without permission might become a burden, so she didn't do anything unnecessary.
things.
It was just that the young man was clearly being besieged, but she was not worried that he would lose.
Because she believed that this black-haired boy was——invincible.
"Ugh!!"
In just a moment, all four wolf-headed men knelt on the ground and howled. They glared angrily at the tall boy, but there was nothing the ferocious orcs could do.
These wolf-headed men believed that they could easily tear this minor human into pieces with their claws alone, but their throats were slit and they could no longer use their strength.
The girl didn't find this result strange, but she was worried about the boy himself.
"Is that all? I thought that after so many years, the humble orcs finally understood the essence of martial arts. It seems that they are still just scratching the surface."
This young man is talking about strange things in a strange tone, and this is what worries the girl.
It's over.
To deal with these orcs, he didn't need anyone's help at all, he could handle it by himself.
The young man wiped the dagger on his sleeve and put the sword back into its scabbard.