The wind at night was a bit cold. Ming Die's body, which had been tempered by the years, was not afraid of severe cold. In addition, she was also wearing a large and thick cloak. Of course, the cold wind would not make her feel anything.
But now the night elf's whole body is trembling, like a patient who cannot withstand the ravages of the midnight cold wind. Originally, she could jump as fast as a civet in the treetops, but now she can only run staggeringly on the ground.
Standing, the pace is frivolous and panicked.
"vomit!!"
After the seriously injured Mingdie ran for a certain distance, he finally coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell beside a cypress tree.
There was a sword energy in the blood that Mingdie had just coughed out. The blood immediately turned into a blood blade and cut a groove in the ground with the sword energy. Although Mingdie felt better after coughing out the blood,
But there were nine sword qi that entered her body along the wound on her chest. Even if she coughed out one, there were still eight violent sword qi raging in her body.
These sword energies were part of the "Bright Moon Shining on the Stars" that Doronka concentrated on. They were the essence of the "Immortal Sword Energy" that he understood. At that time, Doronka could hardly stand after using this move, and Mingdie's
In fact, the situation is not much better. There are several sword energies in her body that are wandering around like poisonous snakes, eating away at her vitality every minute and second.
So much so that when Ming Die restrained Dolonka and pretended to talk to Steele as if nothing had happened, she had to bite the tip of her tongue to brace herself.
It seemed that she had easily captured the young man before, but in fact, her actions were greatly restricted by her "eyes in the sky" that could only see through reality, and there was also Steele who was on the side, affecting her performance.
, so when fighting with young people, she was sometimes unable to dodge.
Of course, those simple scratches are not worth mentioning. What is really dangerous is a sword wound about a foot long on her chest. It was left by Dolonka's "Bright Moon Shining on Stars" move. At that time, Ming Die
The scream was not a show to confuse others, but she was actually injured by this unexpected move.
Ming Die, who was lying on the ground, supported the ground with her right hand and stood up slowly to avoid disturbing the wound. At this time, the severe pain in her body reminded her again of the fierce battle just now. She said angrily: "Damn Templars, damn Illuminati Cult,
Unexpectedly, I almost fell into their hands this time."
Of course, she couldn't keep up with the boy and the others in this state. Rather than completing the black letter mission, it was more important to save her own life first.
"Haha, the immortal sword energy that boy has cultivated is really powerful."
The fighting energy that Mingdie used to hold down the injury gradually dissipated, and bright red blood began to gush out from the wound. The amount of bleeding became larger and larger, and soon a small pool of blood accumulated on the mud beneath her.
It is difficult to erase the immortal sword energy from the body, but forcing the immortal sword energy out of the body is like pulling out a fish bone inserted upside down in the throat. The result is just more injuries. If she forces it out at this time,
Otherwise, the sword energy would first cut her internal organs into four pieces.
Worried that the Templar Knights would come after him and that it would be somewhat inconvenient to treat him in this place, Mingdie used the long knife as a support to stand up and dragged the seriously injured body to find a hiding place.
Vaguely visible blood stains were mixed among the scattered footprints. The beasts in the forest smelled the fishy smell of blood and couldn't help but move closer to the source of the smell.
In fact, Mingdie also realized that her worries might be a bit unnecessary. If Steele really wanted to keep her here, she should take action. The only thing she has to pay attention to now is those hungry beasts.
Followed by a saber-toothed tiger, this jungle overlord that makes almost all hunters flee, treats the seriously injured night elf as a midnight snack.
Being targeted, Mingdie frowned. She pulled out another long knife from her waist and held it in front of her to confront the adult saber-toothed tiger.
After realizing that the underworld butterfly was not a prey that could be easily captured, the saber-toothed tiger roared, and the wind in the forest became chaotic.
They all say: "The clouds follow the dragon, the wind follows the tiger." It is true. This saber-toothed tiger has considerable magical power and is by no means a simple mountain beast.
But facing this kind of intimidation, Mingdie was very calm. She looked into the eyes of the saber-toothed tiger. Her pair of deep black eyes met the saber-toothed tiger's bright yellow eyes. As the king of the jungle, the saber-toothed tiger had its own unique characteristics.
The king is domineering, but even if Ming Die is tortured by the sword energy in his body, the sharpness in his eyes is still the same.
The saber-toothed tiger is indeed a powerful monster. It is not easy to defeat this saber-toothed tiger in this state.
However, this saber-toothed tiger has no intention of fighting. It is not very hungry. This female elf is obviously a difficult bone to chew. When there is abundant food in the forest, it does not need to risk its life to fight for this ration.
So after the Sabre-toothed Tiger and Hades had a confrontation for a while, they felt bored and turned around and left.
"Huh, what a bunch of wise guys."
Mingdie breathed a sigh of relief. As the king of the jungle left, other beasts also gave up their thoughts about Mingdie.
Although the blood aroused the ferocity of those beasts, it did not make them forget the law of survival of the jungle. Since even the saber-toothed tiger recognized that the injured elf was a strong man, they had no chance.
Next, Ming Die encountered no obstacles along the way, and she successfully arrived at a calm river.
After throwing the bag, mask, sword and cloak on the shore, Mingdie closed her eyes.
Then there was only a splash, and a small splash rose from the water.
The elf jumped directly into the river without taking off other clothes. The few red blood stains on the river were washed away by the cold water. After a while, the underworld butterfly poked its head out of the water.
"Fortunately, compared to Chalmers's immortal sword energy, his is still a little less powerful. It should be cured with the totem."
Mingdie tore the clothes on her upper body, and under the moonlight, a wonderful totem on her smooth back began to glow faintly.
For so many years, Ming Die has been wandering between life and death. She should have been covered in scars, but there were not many scars on her body.
This is all thanks to the totem on her back. Just like the totem inherited by the golden bloodline of the orcs, night elves like Mingdie will also have their own racial totem.
The totem on Mingdie's back is a tree, with the spine as the trunk and the ribs as the branches and leaves. The lifelike black tree slowly grows on her back. As the totem's effect is activated, the injuries left in the previous battle begin to
He gradually recovered, and even the small scratches and scars were gone in the blink of an eye.
But the real problem lies in the eight "Immortal Sword Qi". If these things are not removed, no matter how many times the totem power is activated, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.
Ming Die took a deep breath and began to force out the sword energy.
Soon the river water centered on this elf began to fluctuate unnaturally. She wanted to use the cold water to suppress the violent fighting spirit in her body, but the help provided by the water flow was really limited. She soon had to continue to use the power of the totem to expel the sword energy.
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Every time the sword energy is forced out, she will spit out a bloody sword from her mouth, and the totem power is repairing the injuries in her body caused by the sword energy being forced out. It is not a good feeling to repeatedly tear open and repair the wound, even if it is a ghost.
Die's spirit was extremely tenacious and her whole body was trembling.
One, two, three... finally reaching the last eighth sword energy, the wound on Mingdie's chest began to heal, and the tree-shaped totem on her back gradually returned to its original shape.
After the treatment, the naked elf returned to the shore. With a pale face, she methodically took out a new set of clothes from the storage bag and dressed them neatly.
At this time, Mingdie looked up at the sky. At this time, the sun was already high in the sky. I don't know how many hours had passed.
"Let's take a look at that kid's condition. I hope he doesn't screw up."
Only then did Mingdie have the energy to take care of the boy's affairs, and she began to sense the mana mark she had left behind.
In fact, she wasn't too worried about the young man. Although the dark horse was fast, as long as she knew its position, Mingdie, who could take a shortcut, would be too late to chase him now.
And Ming Die thought to himself: That boy is indeed quite capable, so protecting the two girls shouldn't be a problem, right?
"Strange?! Why is one missing? What happened to them?!"
But it seems... something unexpected happened.
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