The scimitar engraved with the pentagram symbol slashed through the air, and with a flash of light, the bones of the unknown beast wrapped in black mud were directly cut off.

The smell of rancid smell grew louder again, and Donnie slashed off the black bog's left arm, but such an injury was not a big deal for a strange combination of silt.

A stream of black mud was separated from the feet of the black swamp mud monster, dragging the severed arm on the ground, and the black mud in the broken arm was also trying to crawl towards the black swamp mud monster's body.

Faced with this situation, Donnie's approach is to raise his leg and kick the Black Swamp Mudcube's severed arm away.

"ヽ (≧□≦) ノ it hurts!"

The black swamp mud monster continued to pretend to exaggerate, and the next second, the monster crashed into Downey like a cannonball, and countless spikes of black mud appeared on its body.

Downey had no doubt about the sharpness of the spikes, so Downey quickly leaned down and slipped under the Black Swamp's large outstretched hand.

However, several spikes formed by black mud suddenly flew out of the back of the black swamp mud monster, and this time Downey was unable to completely dodge it.

Despite his best efforts to dodge, a spike was still stuck in Donnie's arm.

The slender spikes pierced Downey's left arm, and although the bones were staggered, Downey still felt a sharp pain hit him.

The moment the two sides clashed, Donnie fell behind.

Compared to the half-demon Carlos, whose strength is mostly on the possession, the Black Swamp Mud Monster is not difficult to deal with.

The pistol that ran out of bullets was thrown out by Donnie, hitting the head of the Black Swamp Mud, but unfortunately it didn't take the weird thing either.

Downey tried to pull out the spike that pierced his arm, but unsurprisingly failed, and the spike instantly turned back into the black mud and covered Donnie's wound.

Donnie could feel the black mud eating at his flesh.

The anger that rose in his heart was extinguished in an instant, and the whole person came down from his heart, this attempt unsurprisingly ended in failure, and Donnie continued to run forward with his arms in his hands.

Downey wasn't running aimlessly, Downey was running like a Blackstone Bridge at the moment.

Across the street from the Blackstone Bridge is the campus of Blackstone University, through which the Farabbe River flows.

The Farabbe River in the city of Oakford is wide, dozens of meters of the bridge is gray-black, four hideous gargoyles of different shapes hang over the Blackstone Bridge, watching the passing vehicles and pedestrians.

Every time he saw these gargoyles, Downey felt a little uncomfortable, but today Downey completely ignored these evil statues and staggered up the bridge.

The Black Swamp seemed to know what Donnie wanted to do, and immediately sped up.

Although it is not written in the message, Downey thinks that as a mess of mud, the Black Swamp Mud Monster should not like the flowing river water in addition to being afraid of fire.

Because that would wash his body apart and tear him apart.

"Stop! Damn fellows! The Black Bog Mudmire cursed as he quickly ran towards Donnie.

But just as the Black Swamp Mudmire came to the head of the Blackstone Bridge, he suddenly stopped.

Downey had already stepped over the guardrail, but noticed that the Black Bore was no longer near him, so he didn't actually jump.

The Black Swamp seemed to be at a standoff with some kind of force, and Downey looked around, and no matter how he looked around, he felt that only the four gargoyles above his head had another mystery.

"You can't stop me!"

The black swamp mud monster roared angrily, the black mud rolling on its body, and the mess fell to the ground with a clang.

After throwing away these burdens, the size of the black swamp monster was noticeably smaller, and now it looked about the same size as a normal person.

As he continued to exert his strength, the Blackstone Bridge shook faintly, and finally the Black Swamp Mud Monster still stepped on the bridge deck.

When the Black Swamp Mudmons stepped onto the bridge, their speed suddenly increased.

Seeing that the four gargoyles on his head were not powerful, Donnie had to grit his teeth, be ruthless, and jump straight off the bridge.

The boiling river rushed Donnie downward, and at this moment Donnie had no strength to struggle, so he could only go with the flow.

The river was cold, and Donnie flipped a few times in the water, gradually losing consciousness.

When Donnie opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a river beach, with a large shadow in the distance, the mountains outside Oakford, the ancient but not tall Dob Mountains running across the plains of Hushir.

Rumor has it that there are still large numbers of Hushir hidden in the Dob Mountains.

It is widely rumored that the Hushir are hostile to Oakford and the Commonwealth, and will attack cities and individuals when they find an opportunity.

Donnie sensed someone else around him, who seemed to be whispering something—

"It can't be cured, it's too serious, cut it..."

Donnie was suddenly frightened and completely sobered up.

Standing in front of Donnie was an old hunter, very large, with a deer-hunting hat on his head, two thick patches of white beard, a wicked smile on his face, a long-sleeved shirt with a horse clip with many pockets, and a double-barreled shotgun on the ground next to him.

"You've been asleep for half an hour, young man, and it's going to be dawn in a little while."

Beside the riverbank, the fire was blazing, and Donnie struggled to sit up, realizing that his arms were already wrapped.

"Your hands seem to have been pierced and scratched by branches, and I've helped you clean up the dirt, and you're lucky to meet me, or you'll drift away along the Farabbe."

Although I can still feel pain in my left arm, it is much lighter than before.

"Thank you so much, my name is Donnie, Donnie. Winchester, when I went out at night, was robbed by the river and knocked me unconscious and thrown into the water. ”

Although it is not good to deceive the person who saved him, it is better to say this than to tell the old man that he was chased by a mud monster and jumped into the river with no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the ground.

"Well, I haven't seen the person who was robbed still with a knife, but whatever!"

"My name is Quinn. Hayden, as you see is a hunter, you can call me Quinn, you can rest for a while, and when it is daybreak, through the woods is the town of Dob, where there are cars to enter the city. ”

Old Hayden glanced at Donnie and said, "I thought you were in some difficulty, and I couldn't figure it out, so I don't need to persuade you." ”

After saying that, the old hunter got up with his double-barreled shotgun and came to the river, quietly looking at the river in front of him.

Aside from the sound of his own breathing, for a few minutes Downey heard only the sound of a flame burning.

The old hunter really didn't ask anything more, but his behavior now seemed even stranger than asking.

No normal person would come to the river in the middle of the night and look at the water without moving.

After a while, Donnie couldn't help it, so he asked, "Hayden, why do you keep standing by the river?" Wouldn't it be to enjoy the water view at night? ”