The orc Solu kicked Zhao Mai a few times. He wanted to squat down and break his neck, but suddenly felt dizzy. The red blood color disappeared from his eyes, and the violent ended, and fatigue immediately surged up. Now there were blood-lost wounds on his thighs, which made the violent sequelae even worse.

The violent savages of the barbarians were originally a way to overdraw their physical functions in a short period of time. Behind the strength of a period of time is the weakness of the same period of time. Solu's violent savages are insufficient, and the sequelae are relatively smaller, but with a large amount of blood loss, serious symptoms will still occur.

He tore off his clothes, pulled off the strip of cloth and tied it hard to the base of his thighs. The blood flow slowed down, but he still couldn't stop it. "Bastard, why doesn't this work?" He covered his eyes, dragged his injured leg, and tried to climb into the tree hole of Ranger Carl. This place was filled with bottles and jars, containing herbs of different functions, including hemostatic agents.

The reserved grain was whimpering beside Zhao Mai, sticking out his tongue to lick his ears. In the past, doing so would always wake up the master and make him laugh happily. But now the master can only lie on the ground without moving, without any reaction.

It felt the murderous aura from the orcs, partly targeting itself, partly targeting its owner, and of course more targeting its owner. So the most important thing now is to hide its owner and not be discovered by the orcs.

The puppy raised his head, his eyes flashed, and then quickly rushed towards the Ranger's Tree with its short legs. It leaned over the edge of the tree hole that had not been completely repaired, and looked back from time to time to look at the distance between him and Zhao Mai.

The sound of rumbling over the cabinets on his head stopped. The orc Solu found the ointment and was stopping the bleeding for himself. In addition to the wounds on his thighs, the wounds in his eyes also had to be treated. He had to endure the severe headache and while relaxing his emotions, he had to concentrate. The instinct from the orc was useless at this time, and only the emotional control taught by the Ranger could help.

After the impulse was relieved, regret came to my heart. The situation in front of me was very difficult to deal with, and the blood stains on the ground could not be covered. The wound on the inner thigh was very stubborn. Even if you used the best ointment and bandages, blood would still seep out and you could not use force at all. In this way, you could not carry the "Mic" into the jungle. The inability to destroy the corpse means that the suspicion could not be removed.

It seems that it will take a while to hide first. While recuperating the wound, slowly figure out an excuse. Even if the corpse cannot be destroyed, "Mic" must be killed. You can't leave a living mouth. The orcs also understand the principle that there is no evidence of death. Carl's box has many weapons, so just hold it.

The sound of metal collisions came from above the head, and the reserved grain knew that it had not much time left. It jumped out of the tree hole, rushed to Zhao Mai's side, and jumped onto his belly. Then, it bit Zhao Mai's waist with its teeth, frowned and stared at the direction of the tree hole, and arched its back.

The fluffy hair quickly stood upright, and from time to time there were arcs rising in the direction of the hair. The reserve grain legs were straightened, and the whole body trembled continuously. With a faint "puff" sound and a ball of black smoke, the people and dogs disappeared instantly.

The big white goose "Sausage" was walking in square steps, sitting at the entrance of the half-tree tree hole on the bottom floor, bent its neck to tidy up its feathers. When it raised its wings, it could just cover Zhao Mai who was motionless in the tree hole, and the puppy that was dizzy because of its strength and four legs facing the sky.

So when the orc Solu bandaged the wound and left the tree hole with a scimitar, he could not find Zhao Mai's trace. He never thought that Zhao Mai was hiding in the lowest tree hole. Instead, he thought that after the human woke up, he had escaped into the dense forest driven by fear. He limped and slowly walked to the place where Zhao Mai had arrived. The injury in his right eye affected his ability to observe footprints, and the headache further damaged his judgment.

In a daze, he thought he had seen the escape route of "Mac", so he followed him. When he was passing by the spare tire shield, Solu picked it up, weighed it and carried it on his back.

If there is no violent influence on your thoughts, the orcs are not stupid.

Zhao Mai had no bleeding wounds, and his coma was mainly caused by hypoxia and concussion. After he fell into a deep sleep, the positive energy left by the angel on his shoulder began to act, quickly healing the injury. Feeling this energy, the reserve grain turned over and rolled over, rolled onto Zhao Mai's shoulder, and then continued to sleep on his tummy.

In a daze, Zhao Mai had a strange dream. His injuries were healed and he walked naked in the pine forest. The animals around him, whether they were the eccentric squirrels, the naughty and curious monkeys, or the tall and elegant Lin Lu, turned their heads and stared at him.

Zhao Mai felt very ashamed and immediately covered his lower body with his hands. At this moment, he found that his arms had turned into wings, and his lower body had turned into bird's legs. He kicked hard and flew into the sky.

Flying is naturally a wonderful feeling, but becoming a birdman is not a good thing. Zhao Mai cried while flying, tears sprinkled into the forest, turning into a pouring rain.

A black and red fire suddenly appeared in the forest. At first, it was just a small flame, but later it turned into a bunch of fires. My tears turned into rain, but they could not extinguish the flames.

Just like *************, the black fire charred the trees and hardened the ground. The originally rich earth turned into a lava stone. The animals ran away in horror, and the black and red fire stretched out their arms and kept grabbing these poor creatures. The way left for them to escape was actually a trap. In the end, the entire forest became a sea of ​​fire, and countless lives became the fuel for the flame of destruction.

The bird that Zhao Mai became captured in his eyes. He no longer cried, but woke up. He already knew that he was dreaming, but he didn't know why he had such a dream and how he could wake up from the dream.

Just as he realized this, he became a human again and stood on a white cloud. He was no longer naked, but wearing a full set of clothes. Through movies, TV, and electronic games, Zhao Mai had long seen countless more gorgeous and magical scenes, so everything just now could no longer easily touch his nerves.

"Just say anything, just say it, don't mess with these false things." Zhao Mai shouted everywhere. He probably was trapped in some kind of dream spell. "Don't hide, I know someone is there. I know you have no malice, and I will definitely want me to do something. If I can do it, I will work hard - of course, don't let me work in vain."

The clouds rolled, and a giggling sound came from inside, just like countless small animals whispering to each other. Zhao Mai pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but couldn't understand anything.

As the stalemate was over, Zhao Mai stood bored on the clouds, watching the wind rise and the clouds fall. After a long time, the scenery finally changed. A ball of white clouds rose in front of Zhao Mai, rolled inward and gathered, and then condensed into a human form.
Chapter completed!