Popolon, who was furious because the sacrifice was interrupted, immediately waved the short knife in his hand and rushed towards Blainey.
Blainey was so frightened by Popollon's terrifying momentum that his legs weakened. He couldn't move away for a moment and was stabbed in the back.
The wound started to hurt, and it was this moment when the flesh was torn open that awakened the survival instinct in Blainey's originally frozen body.
The monster's knife fell again, but this time it hit the empty space.
Blaney rolled forward at this moment, directly into the bushes.
The hard branches hit him on the face, leaving bloody marks on the scorched skin. But Blainey didn't think anything at this time and just crawled forward.
Popolun wanted to catch up, but his larger body was blocked by the bushes, and he couldn't catch up for a while.
But Blainey was not feeling well crawling in the bushes.
There was a "crackling" sound when the branches of the shrubs were broken, and these tough vegetation left wounds on Blainey's hands and face.
These are nothing compared to the pain in my back.
Before those monsters chased him, Blainey successfully crossed the bushes and reached an open space full of fallen leaves.
"Hahaha…"
Blainey gasped, and blood began to ooze from the scratches on his body.
His head was still dazed after being smashed, and with the stab wound on his back that had been bleeding for a long time, his whole body was gradually stained red with blood.
It can be said that he looks like a bloody man now.
"Jidi Rasu (don't even think about running away)!"
But before Blaney could get a moment's rest, the three monsters were already chasing him.
Blainey quickly ran forward in an attempt to make a final struggle.
But how could the wolf-headed men like Popolun be thrown away by an injured human child? The distance they had just opened through the bushes was immediately shortened by them.
Although Blainey had tried his best, the blood loss and dizziness were accelerating the exhaustion of his physical strength, and the strength in his legs would soon be exhausted.
Those monsters were already close at hand, and I could feel a smelly wave of air on the back of my neck. I knew it was their breath without even thinking about it.
But at this moment Blaney had to stop.
"It's over..."
When he was escaping just now, Blainey had panicked and just rushed forward blindly.
Finally... we finally reached a desperate situation.
The bottomless cliff as far as the eye can see is less than half a step away from my feet.
This is the last route that should be taken to escape, and it is also a destination that can never be crossed.
"Kurijidisaya (you are running away)?"
Understand that the prey has been cornered and that you have a chance to win.
Popolun felt relieved and mocked Blainey, who was in a dilemma.
They surrounded Blaney, obviously not intending to leave him any way to turn back.
Every time the wolf-headed people took a step forward, Blainey shrank back.
After a while, his left heel did not step on the solid soil, but was directly suspended in the air. He was so frightened that he fell forward, and almost hit Popollon's nose.
Blainey has no retreat and can only let these wolf-headed men slaughter him.
"Deka (go)!"
Popolon smiled ferociously and grabbed Blainey's shoulders, and then pushed forward gently.
"ah!!"
Blainey's legs were dangling in the air, and he could no longer touch the ground. Instead, he fell directly from the cliff and fell into the bottomless abyss.
Popolun did not intend to take Blainey back, because this place was also within the effective range of the ceremony, and killing this human here would be the same.
Since this little brat came here by himself, Popolun naturally gave him a ride.
"Barendka (go back)."
Popolun first recited a prayer, and then gave orders to the two wolf-headed men behind him.
Now that the sacrifices have been completed and the living sacrifices have been handed over to the ancestral spirits, it is time to return to Nursha.
In order to prevent himself from being punished by Nursha again, he had to go back quickly.
Popolun turned around, and two wolf-headed warriors walked in front to clear the way for him.
After all, when Blainey was escaping just now, he deliberately took many crooked paths.
There are many tree branches growing on most of these roads, and they can be scraped on you if you are not careful.
Although these things can't hurt them through their fur, it doesn't feel good to be scratched on their body.
Just when the two wolf-headed warriors pushed aside a twig, a sudden change occurred.
"Uh-huh!!"
Only a soft "whoosh" sound was heard, and a wolf-headed man on the left covered his eyes and fell down.
This wolf-headed man had a crossbow arrow stuck in his left eye. The arrow not only hit his left eye, but also penetrated his brain.
Therefore, the wolf-headed man who was hit in a vital point just screamed and fell to the ground and lost his life.
"Baros (there is an enemy)!"
Wolf-headed men pride themselves on their speed and explosive power, as well as their own tolerance for sharp weapons.
The hair covering their bodies means that light bows and light crossbows cannot effectively damage them, and even heavy crossbows can only penetrate their bodies at close range.
Coupled with the flexibility and other characteristics of the wolf-headed men themselves, this makes them the first choice for the forward scouts of the orc army.
But they also have weaknesses, and their eyes are an indefensible place.
No matter how tough your skin is or how thick your armor is, your eyes are difficult to defend.
However, after all, the eyes are only a very small part of the body.
It's not easy to even just hit the head from a long distance, let alone those two tiny spots on the head.
Even if the crossbow arrow can hit the head of a wolf-headed man, it will only be blocked by their thick skulls and cannot threaten their lives at all.
Moreover, the arrow wound on the head was not even considered a minor injury to an orc with a strong ability to recover.
But the other party actually shot the wolf-headed man in the left eye with an arrow, and the arrow perfectly avoided the wolf-headed man's strong skull and penetrated directly into the brain, causing a fatal blow.
If this isn't luck, then this enemy must be a marksman.
The wolf-headed warrior on the right immediately crawled to the ground after noticing the abnormal movement, using the dense vegetation to cover his body.
The wolf-headed warrior pushed his fallen companion and confirmed that the wolf-headed man was dead. Then he looked back at Popolun, who was lying on the ground like him, and wanted to ask him what to do next.
The enemy must know their location, but they can't figure out their current situation. If the crossbowman dares to fire another arrow, then the two experienced warriors Popolon will know his position.
But the other party was very smart and seemed to understand that if the crossbow arrow missed the vital point, it would not have much effect on the two wolf-headed men.
Because these two wolf-headed men are wearing leather armor, and the thick fur inside, it is probably impossible for an ordinary crossbow to penetrate them in one go.
The attack was ineffective, and the two wolf-headed men could use this to determine his location, so they did not act rashly.
The two sides were in a stalemate like this, but Popolun was confident that he would tear him apart as soon as he found the crossbowman.
In this place, the only people who would attack them are humans.
Ordinary humans have little chance of winning in close combat with a wolf-headed man.
Because even an adult wolf-headed man can effortlessly compete with two human soldiers, and elite wolf-headed warriors can fight against five.
Although Popolun is a priest of the Beast God Cult, he is also a powerful warrior.
Although he is far inferior to a proud man of golden blood like Nursha, he has been struggling in the field of life and death for more than ten years.
He also has a certain prestige among the wolf-headed tribe, and his strength is unquestionable.
At this time, it depends on who can keep calm and who will reveal his flaws first.
Popollan and the others were lying tightly on the ground, with their ears pressed to the ground.
The ears of the wolf-headed man are also very sensitive. It can be said that the senses of most orc races are much stronger than those of humans.
Popollan and the others listened intently to the sounds coming from the ground, trying to determine the location of their opponents.
They could hear some insects crawling in the soil and the wind blowing in the forest, but they couldn't hear any other special noises.
Just when they were about to think that the enemy had left, they suddenly heard a rush of footsteps.
It was getting bigger and bigger, obviously approaching them.
Popolun listened carefully to the frequency of the footsteps and judged that the other party was probably just a person.
The steps were rapid but had a heavy metallic feel, indicating that this person might be wearing iron boots.
Iron boots are not something ordinary humans would wear, only human soldiers would wear these shoes.
Through years of experience fighting humans, Popolun determined that the opponent should be a human soldier wearing a light helmet.
Would a human soldier dare to trouble their wolf-headed people?
Popollan was sure that he didn't hear any other noises, there should be only one from the other party.
He was a little surprised to encounter human soldiers here, and he couldn't help but worry whether their invasion plan had been exposed in advance.
But for the human soldier in front of him who came to die, Popolun didn't take it seriously.
However, you still need to pay attention.
So Popolun winked at the wolf-headed warrior and motioned for him to go take a look.
The two wolf-headed warriors taken by Popolun were Popolun's cronies and had a deep relationship with Popolun.
Now one of them died suddenly and for no apparent reason, which made Popolun very sad.
The same goes for the other wolf-headed man, who is also eager to kill his enemies with his own hands.
After receiving Popolun's instructions, he raised his head and took out the mace on his waist.
When he was about to look at the enemy's true face through the gap between the branches, what appeared in front of him was a rapidly enlarging inverted triangle-shaped object.
The thing shone with a metallic luster in the sunlight.
"Ugh!!"
The wolf-headed man screamed in his heart that it was bad, but he had no time to dodge, and the thing stabbed straight into his right eye.
Blood flowers floated from the face of the wolf-headed man, exploding in the air one after another, turning into little red blood drops dripping in the wind.
Like the man who refused to rest in silence, this wolf-headed warrior was also shot through the head and died instantly.
This incredible scene made Popolun's eyes widen.
Just the moment he peeked his head in, the wolf-headed man was killed.