Nasul ran desperately, and the bushes beside her greatly blocked her escape speed.
The branches and leaves with sharp edges left many scarlet marks on her skin that was not protected by clothing.
Being in a highly active vitality, it protects her from itching and pain.
And the soles of her feet are tough enough to protect her, allowing her to continue running at high speeds.
But the intense physical exertion caused her strength to gradually fail.
At this time, Nasul didn't even have the strength to call for help.
She just kept running, hoping that fate would lead her to a safe direction.
Halflings rarely get lost, but now Nasul had no time to figure out the direction.
She vaguely remembered that she was running in the direction of the human market town.
If she could meet a farmer who went to the forest to collect wild animals, she might be able to be rescued.
Ordinary people active on the edge of civilization always need some special skills to survive.
And those who dare to go deep into this dangerous forest always deviate from the aspects of force and survival.
The extreme consumption of physical strength made Nasul's vision somewhat blurry.
Under the cover of tall trees, the bright sunshine at noon became a little sluggish.
"Huh...huh..."
Nasul's small chest seemed to be equipped with a bellows, and she breathed heavily with exhaustion.
She began to regret her reckless choice, even though she did benefit from it.
But as the God of Destiny has shown: luck and disaster have always been twins.
Too much luck will always be accompanied by more profound disasters.
In an area that ordinary people cannot peep into, Nasul's chest is emitting a faint fluorescence:
Under some mysterious guidance, she crawled into an unknown cave and swallowed a mushroom inside.
Nassour admitted she was taking a gamble - but the mushrooms looked really delicious...
It is said that halflings' racial talents have related gains related to poison resistance.
Its origin is worth pondering...
As Nasul ran fiercely, the unknown mushroom seemed to be being digested bit by bit.
And this is why she has been able to persist for so long.
Of course, upon sensing this, the pursuers behind became even more angry!
"Guluguji..."
The pursuer roared angrily in an unknown language, and the content was probably "elegant and easy-going".
If you translate it, you can think of it as a despicable thief or something like that.
Of course, its true meaning is obviously more colorful.
After all, some curses require relevant cultural context to be understood.
And this pursuer is obviously not a violent and unintelligent chaotic being.
Although, its appearance is really a bit mind-boggling:
A viscous liquid attached to the epidermis, a twisted and unformable tumor-like structure.
But its life form appears harmonious and natural to a certain extent.
Obviously, it is not an aberration of some evil force, but an evil life in some natural environment.
Anger made it lose its rationality, and it began to chant some kind of dangerous spell!
Evil waves originating from darkness began to gather around!
This is an extremely vicious spell that can drain the life force of surrounding creatures to complete a devastating blow!
This is obviously a bit tricky for the pursuers.
But it knew that it had to kill the damn halfling as soon as possible.
Otherwise, the wave of spellcasting will attract the attention of that terrible druid.
To the good life, her kind and gentle elder.
But for those who use evil spells in the forest without permission, she will not be more of a headache than those persistent paladins.
But at this moment, the pursuer suddenly noticed some life fluctuations.
The overly bright sun greatly negatively reduces its perception.
But it starts with the nature of darkness, which allows it to be keenly aware of the enemy's aura.
But, it seems it's too late...
A severe pain radiated from the center of its body!
Based on the size of the attacker, the injuries were not fatal.
It was just the instinctive reflection after being attacked that stopped the spell in the critical chanting stage.
This does not necessarily lead to the failure of the spell - but if it happens, it is not an unexpected thing.
And in the next moment, the inexplicable loss of essence in the body caused a variety of negative effects to complete a subtle accumulation.
It was as if invisible fate had stacked all the worst possibilities together.
The pursuer senses the attacker, who seems to be a cat...
In a daze, it seemed to have some enlightenment.
It finally knows where the inexplicable familiarity comes from:
In legendary stories, those weak legendaries can always dance safely on the tip of the knife.
Staying on the edge of danger, but not swallowed by it.
There will always be the right character everywhere who will clear the danger and guide the way for her or him.
"Guji..."
With some resentment that is difficult to dissipate, the soul of the pursuer sank into the cold world of the dead...
"You are participating in a special event, and you have received a blessing from the halfling god (temporary strength 1, constitution 1, agility 1, luck 5)"
"Killing event: You assisted in killing the Underworld Exorcist (1v9)."
"When the killing incident is known, the relationship between you and the underground spirit exorcist tribe will deteriorate to: hostility."
"Scarlet Hunt, honor! Only the flesh and blood and life of the strong can create the wildest wildness!"
"You gained 45% of the wild experience and 1 point of endless wildness from this hunting behavior!"
"It has been detected that the character's wild experience meets the conditions for improvement and is being improved..."
"The character's wild form - the bloodthirsty beast's wild level is increased to 1v7 (2o%)!"
"Based on your racial upper limit, you have gained a permanent increase in strength! (1↑)"
"Your power increases to:1o!"
After looking at the text message that refreshed in front of him, Yi Chun turned his attention to Nasul who had stopped running on the other side.
She was looking at Yi Chun, who looked like an ordinary orange cat, with a look of uncertainty.
If you hadn't seen the ferocity with which the opponent pounced on the Underground Spirit Exorcist, its appearance would have been so harmless.
At least, it won't make people feel too threatening.
Perhaps sensing some kindness from Yi Chun, Nasul tried to shout to Yi Chun:
"Meow?"
Meow?
Yi Chun shook his tail. He thought for a moment and didn't understand what the meow on the other side meant.
However, he seemed to know the other party's identity somewhat.
When a personal God exists, His preferences will inevitably lead to intimacy and alienation.
For various reasons, they sometimes favor certain lucky mortals.
For most mortal beings, in most cases, that is what they deeply desire.
Yi Chun thinks that's not bad, if there is a god of fishing.
People in East Asia recognize conventional beliefs, and worshiping gods every time is a deeply rooted traditional idea...
However, currently Yi Chun has not found any traces of the existence of a personal god in the Federation.
Just like mortal power, there is no trace before, as if the Federation is a huge mortal vacuum...
