It turns out that "illusion" acts directly on thinking.

When the dizzy alcohol came up, Daren did feel a little relaxed!

The pain was still there, but it seemed like a layer of film was separated by it, unclear... the flames seemed to be on someone else's body, looking a little far away.

Unfortunately, this effect will not last long.

If it weren't for Old Conrad's wine, it was that Delan was sweating too quickly!

During the period when he felt the illusion of flames, Daren was extremely thirsty and his sweating rate was several times that of usual. He had to drink water constantly to avoid fainting... Sweating was the most sobering person. The large bag of maize wine that Daren drank quickly turned into sweat and steamed from his skin all over his body, and then he quickly woke up.

The strong burning pain hit again!

But this time, Delan didn't drink more.

In fact, even if Old Conrad's winery was next to him, he wouldn't dare to buy wine anymore... That big bag of wheat soju has cost him a full 20 pieces of copper cloth! As a formal member of the Self-Defense Corps, his monthly salary is only 80 pieces of copper cloth. With the 10 pieces of copper cloth from inferior tobacco leaves, Delen spent almost half a month's salary this morning!

Daren is not a calculating person, but he knows the feeling of heartache.

If you want to relieve the pain, you have to keep pouring wine. Then what you drink is not wine, but a scattered coins!

When he thought of his shriveled purse, somehow, Delan suddenly gritted his teeth.

The brown boy finally chose the cheapest way - he picked up his sword again, grabbed the shield with his left hand, supported his body, and continued to wave the sword with his right hand and slashed at the scarecrow in front of him...

Distract attention!

Just like after I had eaten a special dish, I once felt like I had been training to forget the time, and I felt sore after the sun set... It was also possible to make people forget the pain to a certain extent! However, this method is something that is hard to come by. How many people can enter a state of selflessness anytime and anywhere? If I cannot really forget myself completely, its effect is only better than nothing.

When Daren looked half-dead, he waved his sword crookedly and slashed the scarecrow in front of him, he didn't notice a figure carrying a big sword standing by the side of the training ground to examine him.

And his performance obviously failed to satisfy the gaze.

"Yes, there are so many surprises in the world." Intermediate warrior Gavin whistled, shrugged indifferently, and walked away from the training ground.

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The young timberwolves of the "Double Stone Pillar" tribe did not notice when the "Qiao Er" disappeared.

The two wolf kings disappeared together, the elderly female wolf with silver hair... Both wolfs seemed to steam in the sun, and even the members of the clan responsible for looking at the wind did not notice the movement of their departure.

Of course this is not a big deal!

The pack of wolves quickly threw it behind.

In a dark dense forest not far from the Double Stone Pillar Clan, an old wolf with a lame leg was jumping desperately, using its front paws to reach a strange thing hanging from the treetops.

It was a white cocoon.

When the missing ear finally pulled off the white cocoon and tried hard to tear it apart, the antelope inside had already died. It immediately showed a humanized look of disappointment.

"What I want is the living flesh and blood! All the people in the cocoons are dead... all dead!"

"You'd better pray that the bastard came out of the attachment of the Tree of Life, don't let me catch it... I must let you try the most painful hundred ways of dying, I want you to be my experimental material!"

"Damn it, it's all wasted... Relying on three mutant demon species, the fresh creatures I finally collected, without them, how long will it take for my power to recover to its peak?!"

“It’s too slow, it’s too slow!”

"Maybe I should find a way to find my crystal ball and notes first. Well, fuse and swallow the other two pieces of mine above... This will definitely help you quickly regain some of your strength... But before that, you have to find a way to get more living things, otherwise it may not be necessary who will devour it..."

"I'm actually afraid that I'm coming by myself, haha..."

The old wolf, who lacked ears and lame legs, whispered as if he was nervous, and his mouth was spoken by human language... At some point, it suddenly staggered and started trembling in place like a storm!

"Damn it! Beast, be at ease!" The old wolf roared in his throat and actually bit his front leg hard. "I have accommodated you and have not devoured the sleeping little wolf in your clan. They are all fresh flesh and blood! In exchange for this, you have promised that I will control my body from now on!"

"Equivalent exchange... Do you know exchange... Damn it, you are such a beast..."

"Stop messing around, useless... You handed over your body to me. As long as I disagree, you won't go back... To be honest, even I didn't expect you to evolve from a beast into sub-wisdom, but it's still useless... Watch it in the depths of your body, watch me conquer everything..."

"I will give it back to you after using up this body, and of course I will do it with the promised hind legs... This is a promised exchange condition..."

The old wolf mumbled for a long time before shaking.

It breathed a sigh of relief and slowly raised its head.

"You reminded me of something." Lao Lang narrowed his eyes, "What is the place where your dead wolf king is buried?...Wolf King Valley?"

Pick, snap.

The old wolf slowly walked up, and as he walked, he turned into a running, shuttled through the forest, and his movements could not tell the impact of his disability! Following the memory, it quickly ran to a desolate and deep valley bottom.

There are white bones everywhere here, all of which are the skeletons of the wilderness wolf.

Moreover, each skeleton is a bigger circle than an ordinary timberwolves - those who can be the wolf king in a group are of course the strongest guys!

It seems that there is a gloomy atmosphere here, and no other animals in the forest dare to come over. What is discarded here is not the wolf kings of a certain group, but the wolf kings of many large and small groups of wolves in the entire dark valley! All ethnic groups, the wolf kings of all generations, have rotted here! Even lions and tigers dare not trample on this valley, which is the holy land of the Wilderness Wolf tribe.

At this moment, the old wolf slowly walked into this mysterious and terrifying cemetery, but his expression was as usual.

It shuttled through many large skeletons, and its scrutiny was like selecting goods until it suddenly stopped in front of a relatively thin skeleton.

"The great god of darkness... I, Murphy Aldridge, call on your strength here... The dead will never die, and the living will not exist." The old wolf chanted in a low voice, while putting a front paw on the skeleton's skull, "Get up, my servant."

Crack!
Chapter completed!